[ While brief, her expression changes into a frown at the shadow that crosses his face. The incident that changed him must have been traumatic. Not merely the transformation, but facing his assailant as well. Perhaps she ought to also question the staff to find the identity of who was the one that changed him. Not that she could do much in terms of revenge, but, if she could better understand that moment, perhaps it might help her comfort him. ]
I thought I would spend the rest of my days in the cave. That one day Master Matoya would return and chide me for staying, but... I... I thought it was the safest place. I wanted to leave and find a real home... but...
[ Her gaze drops as does the volume in her voice. It was rather obvious that she could not bring herself to. The trauma and fear have not resolved themselves entirely, as she still fears leaving even the Manor by herself and being found. Her ears lower slightly with the frown on her face. Could she truly have left the cave without his aid? While she could tell herself that she would be able to? Something inside her knows better. Without his compelling and walking with her from it? She would have remained there for the rest of her days.
His question causes her ears to stand on end and eyes to widen in anticipation. She can almost hear those darker instincts leaking into his voice. Or, perhaps she is imagining it. Her heartbeat pounds louder in her ears. She can't help but wonder if he can sense the way he makes her heart skip a beat or pound like a drum. There is so much of his nature she would ask him of in order to better understand it, but she rather doubts he would speak of it.
She shifts in his arms in response to his teases. He is rather adept at making her impatient, even if the two of them most likely have had no one else. Then again, perhaps it is the knowledge of lives in the past that leak through. No doubt he could lead her along and wind her around his finger if he attempted it.
Lantaa leans back in his arms, tugging their joined hands together for him to follow. If he would ever have her atop of him she would not hesitant to comply. However, she very much likes the idea of him being able to curl around her. There is a gentle feeling of security that encompasses her when he holds her in such ways--regardless of the activities performed or not.
Lantaa gently brushes her lips against his before staring up into the eyes of the one she loves more than anything else on their star. Her hand leaves his at her thigh, still shifting her hips to encourage him, but cups the side of his face. Her fingers gently brush the edges of his hair that fall in front of his ear. ]
I love you. [ She whispers it, almost as if it ought to be a secret no one else should hear. ] I'm not certain I could ever put the feeling into words that adequately describe it to you, Aymeric. It truly does not matter if you've been made into a vampire or not. Everything of mine already belongs to you, and always has. It always will.
[ She brushes her lips along his again and offers him a bright smile. ] My one and only, and my pair. [ A small nudge of her nose to the side of his. ] I would have you as you are, both natures in harmony, in love. If... well... that is how you see me.
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I thought I would spend the rest of my days in the cave. That one day Master Matoya would return and chide me for staying, but... I... I thought it was the safest place. I wanted to leave and find a real home... but...
[ Her gaze drops as does the volume in her voice. It was rather obvious that she could not bring herself to. The trauma and fear have not resolved themselves entirely, as she still fears leaving even the Manor by herself and being found. Her ears lower slightly with the frown on her face. Could she truly have left the cave without his aid? While she could tell herself that she would be able to? Something inside her knows better. Without his compelling and walking with her from it? She would have remained there for the rest of her days.
His question causes her ears to stand on end and eyes to widen in anticipation. She can almost hear those darker instincts leaking into his voice. Or, perhaps she is imagining it. Her heartbeat pounds louder in her ears. She can't help but wonder if he can sense the way he makes her heart skip a beat or pound like a drum. There is so much of his nature she would ask him of in order to better understand it, but she rather doubts he would speak of it.
She shifts in his arms in response to his teases. He is rather adept at making her impatient, even if the two of them most likely have had no one else. Then again, perhaps it is the knowledge of lives in the past that leak through. No doubt he could lead her along and wind her around his finger if he attempted it.
Lantaa leans back in his arms, tugging their joined hands together for him to follow. If he would ever have her atop of him she would not hesitant to comply. However, she very much likes the idea of him being able to curl around her. There is a gentle feeling of security that encompasses her when he holds her in such ways--regardless of the activities performed or not.
Lantaa gently brushes her lips against his before staring up into the eyes of the one she loves more than anything else on their star. Her hand leaves his at her thigh, still shifting her hips to encourage him, but cups the side of his face. Her fingers gently brush the edges of his hair that fall in front of his ear. ]
I love you. [ She whispers it, almost as if it ought to be a secret no one else should hear. ] I'm not certain I could ever put the feeling into words that adequately describe it to you, Aymeric. It truly does not matter if you've been made into a vampire or not. Everything of mine already belongs to you, and always has. It always will.
[ She brushes her lips along his again and offers him a bright smile. ] My one and only, and my pair. [ A small nudge of her nose to the side of his. ] I would have you as you are, both natures in harmony, in love. If... well... that is how you see me.