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synthneon2022-10-09 12:51 am
shepherdtostars) wrote in synthneon2022-10-09 12:51 am
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bloody tears || ❝ our fate so darkly romantic, i will never leave your side. ❞
He roams the countryside...
A journey far from doner
Racing the setting sun this battle must be won
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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. ]
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[ A shadow briefly crosses his face but it is quickly replaced by a warm smile. ] I believe that I would have ceased to hope for anything more than the life I've been living until now. [ Perhaps it makes no sense at all, but somehow, she has given him a reason to continue and a reason to be hopeful again.
Of course, the events of the past cannot be undone, and he is certain he shall not forget them, but perhaps as long as she remains with him, the two of them can create new memories. ]
Well... I suppose it would be accurate to say that we have saved each other. After all, I would not have been present to assist you in leaving your cave if you had not treated me when I needed healing. But I could not have left you there.
[ He may not be certain of very much, but he is certain that he would never have left her in that cave after what she did for him. A fine sort of repayment that would be.
Of course, they will both need to come up for air at some point, but he lingers with his kiss for as long as he can. When he finally separates from her, even by the barest fraction, he asks: ]
Where and how would you have me? [ Because his own instincts are telling him to cross over that threshold again so that they might become one with each other in a physical sense, as they already are in their minds and hearts. It seems to him that she wishes for that sort of intimacy, but he asks in search of that confirmation.
While he awaits her answer, he continues to touch her on her thigh, but his fingers move closer to the inner part of said thigh, as if teasing her with his own desire to move beyond mere touch and a more intimate, almost carnal action. ]
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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.
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A fine pair we make. [ He thinks of them as a pair, and she is his pair, but they are not so different at all. ] You had your cave, and I had this house: both prisons in their own ways. [ A thought occurs to him and he tilts his head to one side while he tries to put it into words. ] You wished to find a real home... It does not need to be said, but this is your home, and you are free to do with it what you wish, to turn it into one.
[ He has not been able to care for it as much as he would have liked, but he has tried to not neglect it either. Still, he believes it could benefit from her presence here, and so he is more than willing to let her use it as she wills.
He wishes to do more, to touch her everywhere he can reach, but there is a question contained within her words that he feels he must answer. ]
I see someone that I desire very much, in all ways. In how you look, how you talk, and how you... how you taste. [ He very nearly faltered there, but he knew that if he did, she might well interpret that as him not liking the taste of the blood she offers, when that is as far from the truth as it is possible to be. Indeed, he believes that he has developed a liking for her blood, and a lack of interest in ever drinking from another. He has no reason to now that they are together, but he believes that the taste of anyone else's blood would pale in comparison. ] You are everything I could have hoped for and more than I deserve.
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We promised to find one another, but trapped ourselves instead. [ A thoughtful comment. If not for Estinien having met both of them? They most likely would still be trapped in their respective prisons.
Her gaze snaps back to his when he says it is their home. He is not merely inviting her to live with him, but also asking her to share a home with her. Perhaps it is not a something that seems to be a large deal to others, however, it is monumental to her. He would have her as his pair, his lady, have her with him in his home, and perhaps even his wife. The fingers playing idly with the ends of his hair stop. Then, she combs her hands through his hair to pull it from his face. ]
I would be honored to share your home. [ She continues to whisper and gives him a smile with tears pricking the corner of her eyes. ] I... I would not change your home... perhaps fix it, aid it, and give it thr love and attention it deserves. But, I would not change a thing.
[ Of course, her meaning is double, without implying more.
He is far from done with surprising her it seems. Lantaa's eyes widen as he continues to describe his thoughts and feelings for her. His fingers still gently touch her thigh, causing her to shiver and her leg to slightly tremble. She would have him to continue to touch her, but, it seems their conversation has taken the most importance. ]
H-how I taste? [ Her voice stammers as well, with red taking her cheeks. ] I... I thought you would find it--me--distastful. Disgusting. Because ...because you dislike eating as you need. [ Lantaa looks down with more of the blush taking her face. Her tail lifts and sways beside them with a twitch to her ears. She honestly never expected him to say either way. ] W-what about it is ... is so appealing?
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I imagine those who have never been in a position such as ours would not understand, but I believe that it was done out of self-preservation. [ And fear. Of course, it was done from a place of fear.
He smiles as he takes in her reaction to his saying that his home is now theirs, a place that they both share. He can no longer imagine this house without her in it, and therefore, he would like to see tangible indicators that there is someone living here other than him. Not that he has left much of a mark upon the house, because he simply did not wish to. Even the creatures that he fed on were not kept in the house any longer than necessary, and he did his best to not leave any traces of blood behind after his feedings.
He desired to keep the house the way it had been when his family was alive, and he believes he has done as well as anyone could have. ]
There is not very much to work with, and I mean that in the best sense. My parents lived in this house, and everything is how they left it. [ But life has left this house, although it could come back now that she is here. His eyes widen slightly as he realizes the dual meaning of her words, and then he smiles, although it is a small one.
They may be engaged in conversation now, but he still allows his fingers to trace along her leg and thigh. ]
Yes... yes, how you taste. [ He falls silent for a second or two while he tries to put how he feels into words. ] I- When I feed, I taste... [ His eyes seem to flash here, and when he blinks, a tint of red is present in them. ]
I taste love, and desire, and- I want you.
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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...
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They did, and I should have maintained it more than I have. [ He did the best that he could, but it still feels as though he could and should have done more. ] The very least that I can do is to see it restored to how it once was, with- with your assistance.
[ He notes the way her breath catches, and he zeroes in on that sound and that reaction. Strangely, or perhaps not so strangely, she is what causes him to react: not his own feelings or instincts, but hers. His own breath seems to be increasing in speed, as if his desires are heightening his senses and his reactions. ]
How do I want you? [ Somehow, his tone manages to sound deep and breathless at the same time, but he presses on even as he tries to determine just how he wishes to have her. ]
Give me an order. [ He realizes that might sound odd, and she has already given him one with her request to tell her what he would have her do. But his mind is spinning with so many possibilities that he cannot settle on just one. ] Tell me what you want, and I will do it.
[ And by way of addressing her last statement, he shifts just enough that he can place his mouth against the nearest part of her that he can reach, and he lightly presses his teeth against the spot. The goal is not to break the skin, but to tease. ]
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[ 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.
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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. ]
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