[ They will aid one another with their traumas and struggles. What else is a couple to do? This life has given them unique challenges and burdens, yet, Lantaa finds she would not change it now. If a cruel life led her to him after so many lives? Then, in some way, it has been worth it. ]
Perhaps not. [ Fear was what guided her. It kept her in her cave, it kept her from forming bonds with anyone other than her mentor and the older student. It even kept her from herself; frightened that if she even healed that someone may learn who and what she truly was.
Yet, Aymeric knows, and has embraced it despite being a Temple Knight.
The home has fallen into some disrepair, but it is not beyond being cared for. They will work together to fix the home of his family and she will bring small things to make it feel alive once more. She must still cast the protections on the house like he has asked, although, she must admit she does not know what sort it is he would desire. Perhaps she will ask him in the morning. ]
They left a beautiful home to you. [ She must admit that she knows little or the former Lord and Lady Borel. ] We will work together to repair and shape it--make it something the two of them would be proud of.
[ Yes, how you taste.
Her breathe catches once he speaks again. A part of her, almost instinctive and primal, drives her to listen intently to what he might say next. His voice dips once more into the deeper tones and her heart truly skips another beat--or three. The euphoric state seems to be attempting to take hold once more, as if responding to the one that placed her in it. Her gaze never breaks, even as he closes his eyes to gather his words.
Then, he opens them once more and states his desire.
Something shifts and clicks into place at seeing the tint in his eyes once more. The need to not only have his hands touch every inch of her and know her like none other, but the desire to do as he would tell her to do for him.
Lantaa seemingly melts into the mattress below her and her while body relaxes in his hold. Her expression seems to ease as well, eyes becoming slightly hazed with the faintest tint of red to them. The leg he touches lifts adjusts to be in his hold. Then, her head tilts just enough to brush her lips against the corner of his own, as he seemed to like the motion once... ]
I want you... [ her voice is still hushed, but a tone of desire and also allure has slipped in. Her fingers in his hair gently begin to brush the strands they hold as her ears droop and her tail drapes over them once more. ] How do you want me, my knight? Tell me what you would have me do...
[ Despite the euphoria and sudden need to feel complient to any demands or requests? It almost feels as if those finally walls around her have lowered. The natural instincts drive her to meet any needs her mate might have, and it couples with the needs to do as her pair dictates.
Lantaa gently kisses his jaw, then chin, hoping to bring another response and answer from him. ]
I... I feel needed, when you have my blood. Needed in a way no one else could ask of me. Special. No one ... no one else can have me this way but you... my knight, my pair... my mate...
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Perhaps not. [ Fear was what guided her. It kept her in her cave, it kept her from forming bonds with anyone other than her mentor and the older student. It even kept her from herself; frightened that if she even healed that someone may learn who and what she truly was.
Yet, Aymeric knows, and has embraced it despite being a Temple Knight.
The home has fallen into some disrepair, but it is not beyond being cared for. They will work together to fix the home of his family and she will bring small things to make it feel alive once more. She must still cast the protections on the house like he has asked, although, she must admit she does not know what sort it is he would desire. Perhaps she will ask him in the morning. ]
They left a beautiful home to you. [ She must admit that she knows little or the former Lord and Lady Borel. ] We will work together to repair and shape it--make it something the two of them would be proud of.
[ Yes, how you taste.
Her breathe catches once he speaks again. A part of her, almost instinctive and primal, drives her to listen intently to what he might say next. His voice dips once more into the deeper tones and her heart truly skips another beat--or three. The euphoric state seems to be attempting to take hold once more, as if responding to the one that placed her in it. Her gaze never breaks, even as he closes his eyes to gather his words.
Then, he opens them once more and states his desire.
Something shifts and clicks into place at seeing the tint in his eyes once more. The need to not only have his hands touch every inch of her and know her like none other, but the desire to do as he would tell her to do for him.
Lantaa seemingly melts into the mattress below her and her while body relaxes in his hold. Her expression seems to ease as well, eyes becoming slightly hazed with the faintest tint of red to them. The leg he touches lifts adjusts to be in his hold. Then, her head tilts just enough to brush her lips against the corner of his own, as he seemed to like the motion once... ]
I want you... [ her voice is still hushed, but a tone of desire and also allure has slipped in. Her fingers in his hair gently begin to brush the strands they hold as her ears droop and her tail drapes over them once more. ] How do you want me, my knight? Tell me what you would have me do...
[ Despite the euphoria and sudden need to feel complient to any demands or requests? It almost feels as if those finally walls around her have lowered. The natural instincts drive her to meet any needs her mate might have, and it couples with the needs to do as her pair dictates.
Lantaa gently kisses his jaw, then chin, hoping to bring another response and answer from him. ]
I... I feel needed, when you have my blood. Needed in a way no one else could ask of me. Special. No one ... no one else can have me this way but you... my knight, my pair... my mate...