[ Saving him from the dragon's attack is quite the obvious statement, thus, she presumes he speaks of a deeper meaning. Had he truly given up at life? Had he fallen so far into hopelessness? A pang strikes her heart then. If only she had left her cave sooner. If only she had listened to Matoya and the older Miqo'te. Then she would have found him sooner. He would not have had to suffer alone, despising himself, drifting so far into hopelessness. Perhaps she should speak to the staff of the manor to truly understand more of Aymeric's time as a voidsent before they found one another.
The ancient part of her trembles inside. It had been his reassurance that led her to this current incarnation, and he had spoken so assuredly earlier that these events had meant to be. Does Costas, and thus Aymeric, find it all worth while in the end?
Still, she smiles at him. ]
Then, you have saved me in return, my love. [ Her thumb passes over his bottom lip once more. ] My knight who came and swept me from my own self made prison... when you could have left me there for the rest of my days.
[ That was the outcome she had expected once he had awakened and spoken to her the very first time. She had thought he would not recongize her as his soulmate, and merely seen a witch that must certainly be callous and unforgiving. Now, however, she is nestled in his embrace and balancing on an edge of indulging herself, or slipping into that state that drove them past their boundaries the first time.
She would have returned the notion of his love if his mouth was not on hers. The words and questions she has slip away for the moment. Lantaa instead kisses him back, her lips parted for his own. If he would indulge in the euphoric feeling, then she ought to as well. Perhaps instead of it being a way for a vampire to lure his prey, it is a way for them to bond.
She shifts in his arms for the ease of their kiss, hand curling around his, while the other trails from his jaw and down to the hand at her thigh. She rests hers on top of his, fingers gently brushing along his to not only encourage but touch him as well. ]
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[ Saving him from the dragon's attack is quite the obvious statement, thus, she presumes he speaks of a deeper meaning. Had he truly given up at life? Had he fallen so far into hopelessness? A pang strikes her heart then. If only she had left her cave sooner. If only she had listened to Matoya and the older Miqo'te. Then she would have found him sooner. He would not have had to suffer alone, despising himself, drifting so far into hopelessness. Perhaps she should speak to the staff of the manor to truly understand more of Aymeric's time as a voidsent before they found one another.
The ancient part of her trembles inside. It had been his reassurance that led her to this current incarnation, and he had spoken so assuredly earlier that these events had meant to be. Does Costas, and thus Aymeric, find it all worth while in the end?
Still, she smiles at him. ]
Then, you have saved me in return, my love. [ Her thumb passes over his bottom lip once more. ] My knight who came and swept me from my own self made prison... when you could have left me there for the rest of my days.
[ That was the outcome she had expected once he had awakened and spoken to her the very first time. She had thought he would not recongize her as his soulmate, and merely seen a witch that must certainly be callous and unforgiving. Now, however, she is nestled in his embrace and balancing on an edge of indulging herself, or slipping into that state that drove them past their boundaries the first time.
She would have returned the notion of his love if his mouth was not on hers. The words and questions she has slip away for the moment. Lantaa instead kisses him back, her lips parted for his own. If he would indulge in the euphoric feeling, then she ought to as well. Perhaps instead of it being a way for a vampire to lure his prey, it is a way for them to bond.
She shifts in his arms for the ease of their kiss, hand curling around his, while the other trails from his jaw and down to the hand at her thigh. She rests hers on top of his, fingers gently brushing along his to not only encourage but touch him as well. ]