bloody tears || ❝ our fate so darkly romantic, i will never leave your side. ❞

[shepherdtostars]

bloody tears

AU PLOTLINE

The land is wrought with terror
He roams the countryside...
A journey far from doner
Racing the setting sun this battle must be won CODE BY TESSISAMESS

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[shepherdtostars]

[ Lantaa smiles gently. ] We can go start in the morning if you'd like. Survey what needs to be addressed first and make a plan to see to it. And, I will set protection wards as you had asked. [ Her head tilts then. ] What sort of protection spells would you want?

[ A slight nod to his question that repeats her statement. Her tail brushes along his leg once more as her eyes intently watch him and his reactions. The deeper tone causes a spark to run along her spine, making her shudder slightly in his hold. She feels as if she is still teetering on the edge of losing herself entirely to his inclinations and the state of being the euphoria attempts to lure her into, or, remaining in control and acting more as she thinks he would wish his lady to be. ]

An order? [ Her tone is clearly, but gently, confused as she had asked him to do the very thing.

Lantaa glances to the side to debate how to answer his demand, but, thoughts flee from her mind once he presses his teeth to her arm. She inhales quickly, shuddering at the explosive sensation. She could honestly melt away into his embrace and have him do whatever he would wish. Yet, he's given her a request, so she must think of something other than the way she shivers at his touch. ]

I.. I want you to know me--everywhere. Where no one else will ever know. [ She once again leaves a kiss to the corner of his lips then to his chin as her breathing deepens. ] To make me yours in a way that no one else can take from you. A-and then I want to know you in ways that no other woman would.

[thewayforpeace]

[ When he is with her, and they are indulging their more primal instincts, his focus shifts away from speech and moves to moving and acting and touching.

Her order is clear enough, and his hands begin to wander freely even as he presses more of himself against her. This is not the first time that they have been together like this, nor does he want it to be the last. When he moves, it feels right: not practiced or rehearsed or forced but natural.

He isn't thinking about how she could be with someone like herself; that is, not a voidsent. He isn't thinking about how people look sideways at those like him. He is only thinking about her and how it feels to be with her.

The point of it all is satisfying her needs and her request, but even as he moves, he finds himself responding with pleasure as if his actions are fulfilling a need for him too. And as he continues, time seems to cease to be relevant, fading into the background as his senses become filled with her.

If they both shed their clothes along the way, if they both keep going for hours until they finally fall asleep, he isn't thinking about anything else but her. ]

[shepherdtostars]

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