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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[thewayforpeace]

[ He is certain that his own traumas may continue to stay with him, but he is resolved to try and assist her in recovering and healing from hers. ]

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.

[shepherdtostars]

[ 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...

[thewayforpeace]

[ He knows without question that he would do everything possible to assist her in moving forward and placing her past where it belongs: in the past. In some way, it is easier for him to envision assisting her with her needs than it is for him to attempt addressing his own. But that is indeed where the notion that they are partners and a pair comes in. They make up for what the other lacks. ]

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. ]

[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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