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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🕯️ — temple knight and the witch.

[shepherdtostars]

[shepherdtostars]

[ The cave that belonged to the mysterious witch Matoya.

Estinien Wyrmblood cursed under his breath as he continued to pull the man whose body leaned against his. He had never wished to see this cave again. The one deal he had sealed to her had been far enough in his mind...until his fellow Temple Knight's life hung in the balance. While not brother by blood, Aymeric de Borel had become a brother in spirit and name. The once archer had saved his life and instilled a deep trust between them, even to the point where Estinien had not been the sort to abandon his brother to a dark fate merely a few years prior.

The dragoon raises his hand to the rock cliff face in front of him. It shimmers, having recognized the lingering magic in him bestowed by the witch of the cave. He glances down at the near delirious man draped over his shoulder, and pulls him further along. ]

Move your feet, Aymeric. I will not allow you to lay as if you were a sack of pototos.

[ The dim lights of the cave shimmer to give an eerie and yet oddly warm effect. The cave ought to be dark and dank, perhaps even cold and lifeless. However, there is a sense of home and hearth within it. One Estinien had encountered shortly before his brother's own curse. With a look above, it would seem the night sky twinkles with how the light shimmers off the ceiling. He had once thought the place oddly magical in a way... until he truly realized his fate with the deal he had struck with her.

Before the threshold that wound enter to the living space of the cave, there stands the witch Matoya herself. Smaller in stature than one might think with the title and legends surrounding her. Petite even. Her two toned gaze looks at the pair of Elezen. The large hat atop her head hides the ears that would betray her own race, and yet instead, merely the tail that stands practically on end can be seen. ]

I have not the patience for any pageantry nor long winded speeches of prices, witch. Whatever is required to save his life is what I will pay.

[ Matoya's gaze narrows and her mouth opens to retort. Yet, at the last moment, she finds the words stolen. Her gaze falls to the man the Azure Dragoon aids in helping. His features are striking, yet, it is the gaze behind the blue eyes that causes the breath to catch in her throat. He is handsome, yes, but his gaze strikes deep into her core. A gaze she cannot help but feel she knows oh so well...

She stands to the side and raises a fingerless leather gloved hand for Estinien to take the man further in. Her gaze never leaves him, feeling herself drawn and pulled to him. Her heart skips a beat, but then a sense of urgency and anxiety fills her. The blood is obvious to tell on the backside, even to the point where it has begun to seep through the chain mail. She can hardly explain it at the moment, but all her mind can conjure is the word "no."

No, no, no, not like this...

Matoya rushes to the man and Estinien's side. She directs him to lay the man on his side so she might assess the wound and damage. While it is difficult to see, she can very much tell by the way his aether fluxes in and out. Her hands raise to hover above the wound ever so slightly. A dragon's claws had dug deep, rendering flesh and muscle. It would take time to heal. Time, she most certainly had, but there was something else...

He moves slightly and she sees it, barely, from the corner of his mouth. A fang.

Vampire.

Her heart sinks, even if she does not fully understand why in that moment. What had happened to him? Why him? The thought makes far from sense, but, the painful beats of her heart gives seems to back up those thoughts. The rim of her large hat shrouds the expression of worry and fear on her face as her trembling fingers raise to the man's face. ]

Stand watch at the entrance and make certain you were not followed, Varlineau. You were not supposed to return until your end of the deal was finished...

[ ...but thank you for bringing him to me.

Matoya waits until she is certain that the footprints of the begrudged dragoon have left. Then, the trembling fingers brush the hair from the other man's face. He is a vampire, but he lives, and the wound is one she can certainly heal. The tips of her fingers move along his skin in a gesture she means to keep hidden.

Then, with both hands moving to his back, and her eyes close. His aether remains and thus she simply needs to pull it in the direction where she might weave it together once more. His muscles first, then the tendons and skins. She hopes he might remain unawares throughout the affair for his own sake. ]

Leave this to me. I will see to it you are back on your feet.

[thewayforpeace]

[ As is common in times of outright war and fighting, time seems to move far too quickly. That surely was the case for Aymeric even as he did his best to fight against the oncoming attacks from the relentless dragons. He was holding his own, of course, but all it takes is one moment of inattentiveness, of leaving oneself exposed, giving the enemy the chance to slip in. And slip in they did; or rather, one dragon seized its chance, raking its claws against his back and leaving deep scores even beneath the layer of protective chain mail. Even the strongest armor cannot stand up against dragon claws, as he and many others have found out.

The last thing that he wished for was to be half-carried, half-dragged from the field of battle by his best friend and brother, but walking on his own seems out of the question. His vision seems to cloud and clear again by turns, and his legs do not want to do what he asks. Still, when the command to move his feet comes from Estinien, he does his best to comply, although the barely noticeable shuffle hardly counts as movement.

If he but had the strength, he could hold his head up and not appear as dead weight that Estinien has to carry, but such an action seems beyond him now. At least he has not entirely lost his hold on his senses and still remains conscious as the two of them make their way into the cave. It has not fully registered that this is a cave, but it seems that they are at least out of the elements.

Neither does it register with him that the woman Estinien is speaking to has paused to stare at him. Indeed, very little is registering with him at the moment, as his wound continues to leak blood and rendering him far weaker than he would like to be. Part of it stems from his sense of pride, of not wanting to be seen while he is barely conscious and unable to stand on his own. And yet there is nothing to be done for it, as he cannot control his own limbs nor manage to speak a word of protest.

Against his will, a low moan escapes him as Estinien places him on the ground as directed by Matoya, positioning him until he is lying on his side with his injured back exposed for her perusal. Perhaps this is where he will meet his end. There are worse places to be, and at least Estinien is there. How strange that he might expire here, and not in the throes of battle, or that he did not do so when he was first turned from himself into the creature he is now. Death comes for everyone, and perhaps it has finally come for him.

With his failing senses, he cannot make out the words that Matoya speaks, but he feels more than sees Estinien leaving the cave. Why he has left, he does not know, but he lacks the strength to further contemplate his departure.

Once it is just him and Matoya in the cave, he lies there, unable to look to see what she is doing. Although his senses are quite muted and barely functioning, he still registers the tips of her fingers as they move along his skin. He hovers between awareness and senselessness, but he has just enough presence of mind to detect that she is about to attempt something. Healing, perhaps, or something else, something less altruistic. Surely Estinien would not have brought him here for any other reason but healing, but he is a vampire: something not welcome in every circle of society.

Too many would just as soon see him eliminated as being allowed to continue living, and although such thoughts are quite a bit beyond his ability to comprehend right now, there nevertheless is the hazy thought that he may not leave this cave alive, whether by a blow from Matoya's hand or simply because he expires on his own. ]

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[ The moan sends a feeling of panic through her. Why, she has no true certain idea of. There had been handfuls of people she healed once, with wounds just as dire, but the panic she feels this time is different. It does not come from the sense of a race against time. That is certainly there, but, the emotion comes from deep in her heart. Perhaps even her soul if she had the time to think of it instead of acting.

Matoya tilts her head down so her hat may help hide her face as she works. The process is slow, and she can feel how his aether wishes to slip away from her. The emotions are all charged into the aether to give a sense of... resignation? Another wave of panic strikes her at the realization.

No, no. Not like this. Not now. Not when I have finally found you...

The collected side of her scoffs and baffles at thr thoughts that carry along side her emotions. She found him? Had she ever been looking for someone outside this cave? Surely not. She is just as resigned to this fate as he must surely be his. Although, a vampire would be far more accepted in the circles of the Holy See of Ishgard than a witch...

She leans down so her lips are close to his ear. Her hands press against his back ever so lightly to take hold of the aether and weave it together once more. ]

Breathe deep for me. Inhale, than exhale. [ Matoya's head tilts ever so slightly so her lips brush against his ear. If anything, he might be able to feel the words and sense the gentleness in them if he cannot hear her. ] In, then out, in, and then out again.

[ She feels his aether react and quickly mends it once more. The muscles heal, and then tendons, and finally iy leaves the skin needing to be covered so it might mend on its own. She will need to remove his armor to do so, but she finds herself hesitating and a wave of embarrassment hit her. Why? She has seen plenty of men who one would find attractive, and yet...

It's him.

Matoya reaches around his frame to tilt his head towards her. Her face is still incredibly close to his, gaze immediately locking onto his once his sky-blue eyes open. A brief moment passes where she feels as if she has forgotten how to breathe as their eyes meet. Her heart pounds faster. ]

I would need to remove your armor to see to the rest, Ser Knight. [ Her voice is soft and her tone low with the fingers on his face shaking slightly at the intensity of her own reaction. ] You have lost so much blood as well... and will need to replenish it.

[thewayforpeace]

[ Perhaps that sense of resignation comes from a feeling that he has had on occasion that he is simply on borrowed time. Perhaps he should not have survived the attack that turned him into who he is now, or perhaps, following his turning, he was never meant to live very long. He cannot see into the future, of course, so he cannot speak to his lifespan, but perhaps this is fate deciding that for him.

But, all things considered, if this is where he is to meet his end and finally expire, it is a much better fate than he could have envisioned. At least he is not alone here, even if he could not have predicted his end would come inside a witch's cave.

Even with his diminished awareness of where he is and what Matoya is doing, enough has registered with him to conclude that she is at least kind and doing what she can to help, even if he does not deserve it. The words do not quite penetrate his faded senses, but he dimly registers the feel of her lips brushing against his ear, and he does sense the gentleness and care behind them.

It is mostly an involuntary action, but he does as she has asked, although his breath remains erratic and not strong at all.

But still, her efforts are doing their part to restore his strength, and finally, after what feels like many minutes, he is able to open his eyes once more. Still, he has to fight to hold onto awareness, and perhaps eventually, he will lose his grip once more, but for the moment, he can at least see who it is who has been helping him.

It takes him a few moments to fully grasp the meaning of her words, but he understands that she needs his armor to be removed. The other part of her sentence also reaches him, but he pushes that thought away, and if he had the strength, he would very clearly recoil from such a thought. He may be a vampire, and she may not be implying anything at all, simply stating a fact, but he has long since concluded that he would rather not feed off people if he can avoid it.

What he can do, however, is attempt to remove the armor that is evidently an obstruction. But while his wound has begun to heal thanks to her ministrations, he still lacks the strength to move his arms, despite his best efforts. No words come, but a low rumble betraying his displeasure at himself and his present weakness escapes him. ]

[shepherdtostars]

[ While Matoya cannot see the future? She knows how to consult stars on a very basic level. The study of the Astrologian that hailed from Sharlayan was much different then the one that Ishgard employs. The study is wider and broader, and perhaps she ought to look into it for both their sakes. Perhaps she might find the answers as to why she feels the way she does as their gazes lock.

It can't only be the allure of a vampire. It must go beyond those instincts he can employ...

Matoya smiles gently as he attempts to breathe and then move his arm to remove his armor. He remains aware and responsive on some level. There was no response to the comment of his strength, but, she supposes they will address that after his wound.

The fingers trembling at his face lift in order for a wave of her hand to happen. Then, in a moment, the chain mail top and attachments are against a nearby wall. A thought remains she would have wished to remove it in the proper way, but, there is simply no time. The hand then makes another motion and a decent sized blue bird seems to appear from nowhere. ]

Fetch me the medical supplies from the shelf. [ Her head is still tilted towards Aymeric's, despite the gaze elsewhere. ] His wound will need to heal on its own from this point on... for the next few days.

[ The small bird chirps and flies in a small circle before flapping further into the cave. It returns moments later with a basket of the formentioned supplies. Matoya takes it from the bird and offers thanks. It flies in a circle once more before seemingly dissipating as if it was never there before.

Matoya turns her attention to assessing the wound now that she might see it. The area is certainly large and damaged due to a dragon's talon. The fingers at the wound gently move along the edges, and she glances up to see his reaction. Then, a gentle balm is placed on the wound (despite his protest surely), and bandages covering it.

Matoya sits there a moment, allowing him to recover from the brief burst of pain he surely must be in. Then, she gently shifts to be able to sit beside him. She once more directs his head and gaze to look at her, lowering her head so her large hat might hide their faces from others. ]

You must eat something--even a little--to replenish what you have lost. That is the way of it and your nature. [ She gives a smile with a certain edge to it, one that implies a hint of flirtation despite the situation.

Matoya then leans forward as if she is to kiss his forehead, but manages to stop herself at the last moment. What is she doing? Why does she wish to touch and kiss him so very much? ] I promise, Ser Knight, you will not hurt me. So, take as you need, and try to enjoy it.

[ She pulls away only to lift her trembling arm and removes the large glove on it. A sliver of light forms in her other hand for her to press to her exposed arm. After a moment, blood comes forth and travels down the skin at a slow pace. Matoya shifts so he might start by taking the liquid moving down her arm. With his diminished state, those instincts would surely take over, and push away any disgust. If she understands it correctly.

A part of her hopes that her blood might be satisfying on some level. Mayhap then he will wish to travel to the exposed wound and drink from the source. Mayhap if he finds it satisfying, it is a sign that the emotions bubbling inside her are not felt by only her. ]

[thewayforpeace]

[ Time seems to be moving oddly, and some of that can be attributed to the loss of blood, of course. He would prefer it if he were more in control of himself and his actions, but it seems as though mobility has yet to return in full.

If he were capable of it, he would make some comment about how she has just removed his armor and caused it to rest against the nearest wall. Witch skills, of course, but he cannot say he expected her to do that. But at the same time, why would she remove it by hand when she could simply magic it away?

But thoughts concerning his armor flee from his mind as the pain from the wound reasserts itself, even if it is lesser now than it was before. Then he registers the balm being placed upon the wound, and the bandages as well, and although it may be too soon for him to attempt moving, he does just that: trying to push himself up on one elbow so that he can see her properly. The attempt mostly fails, but he at least manages to get a brief glimpse of her face before he has to lower himself back down once more.

In time, he might be able to sit up, but that time has not yet come. He does, however, have enough strength to shake his head, in response to her direction that he needs to eat. It is a strange sort of resolution for a vampire to have, but he is reluctant to feed on anyone, whether or not they give their permission. He certainly does not wish to feed upon her, regardless of his need, because he dreads losing control of himself and taking far too much.

But it seems that in this instance, he has no choice, as she has already set her blood flowing and moved closer so that he might partake of it. Against his wishes and resolve to never drink from anyone, he lets a drop of blood enter his mouth, and then another.

Revulsion boils up inside him even as he swallows her blood, but he cannot seem to stop himself now. The need to replenish his lost supply is stronger than his determination to never feed off anyone, human or witch. But beneath that sense of revulsion at himself for doing what his instincts are telling him to do, there is another sensation: a strange sort of pleasure. Not because he is drinking from her, but because there is a certain satisfaction that he is feeling because of it.

And that too makes him want to recoil, but he finds that he cannot, at least not yet. ]

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[ Matoya directs him to lie down once more as he attempts to move. If he had commented on the removed armor, she would simply say it was the easiest and quickest route. She would far prefer to undress him by hand, even if the idea somehow brings a heat to her cheeks. She can already see how toned and built he is; most certainly due to being a knight, but apart of her wonders how much is from his vampiric traits.

Once he responds by the smallest amount of blood, Matoya shifts. She arranges herself at his head and uses her free arm to raise it to her lap. Her hand then rests at top his head and she cannot help but to gently brush down his locks. She can tell he would deny his instincts, so perhaps if she can ease him, he will understand that she is in control of the situation.

His hair is soft, she thinks to herself. How silly the world might think it that the Witch of the Wilds be mesmerized by such a small thing.

After a few moments, Matoya lowers her bleeding arm so that the wound is beside his mouth. Should be move to drink from it, she only allows it for a few minutes more. Then, her arm raises with whisps of green and white light taking over her arm. The wound is healed and her hand rests gently beside him. The other remains in his hair to lure him to sleep. Once she is certain he will not wake easily, she calls once more for Estinien with the directions of helping him to a bed once more on his side. ]

It will take two days more time for him to be strong enough to travel back to your encampment, or through a portal to it. [ Matoya tilts her head back at the Azure Dragoon. ] Return then. No more danger will come to him here.

I am not so naive to think you do not have a price, and I am prepared to pay it now. Debts are not ones I enjoy, and you have already ensnared me into one. [ Estinieen sneers at her direction. ] Name it, but know if he has not recovered, I have no issue in drawing my lance to you.

What's his name? [ Matoya's question is gentle and honestly surprises Estinien. ] Not his full name, as I am certain you'd be convinced I would cast curses or spells on his mind. Just... his first name.

...Aymeric.

[ Matoya gently mouths the name to herself before turning back to the knight. ] No harm will come to him. I will see you in two days time, Varlineau.

[ The Azure Dragoon leaves begrudgingly, casting one last glance at the pair. Once he has made his exit, Matoya recast the protective wards and then gets to work.

The chainmail is cleaned, although it takes time to make sure the blood and other things are clear of it. She can see where the hole from the dragons talon is. It must have been a sizable foe to pierce through it as such. Once it and the floor where he laid is cleaned, Matoya then sets about preparing what she will need to change his dressings once more. He will need to have it redressed several times.

The next few days pass with little incident. If he wakes to any state, she offers her arm once more, but he seems to be in no need of it. She instead then lures him back to sleep, redresses the wound, removes his armored boots so he might be comfortable. When he does not need tending to? She is looking over the books her master left in an attempt to explain the phenomenon she feels... yet she feels she already knows.

Once Aymeric awakens again, he will see the blue bird sitting nearby. It looks at him before flying upwards. A melodic sound comes from it before it disappears once more. Moments later Matoya walks into the room, large gloves gone to show the baggy sleeves of her dress with frills and a bodice... as well as the collar that is low cut and rather revealing. Her hat remains on get head as well.

She moves to speak, but finds that once again it is taken from her when their eyes meet. She closes the distance between them, kneeling at the bed, hands shaking once more with sheer desire to touch him and hold him close. She remembers how soft his hair is, and wishes to run her fingers through it.

You're awake... thank the Twelve. It really is you... ]

[thewayforpeace]

[ It has not been very long at all, but he has already grown weary of this diminished state of being. Being unable to move on his own, and requiring the blood of another for sustenance hardly sit well with him. He cannot speak with her either, given his continued need for rest, and while time seems to be moving quickly enough while he sleeps away the hours while continuing his recovery, he does not like being so helpless and unable to care for himself.

Even though his senses were dulled and not functioning properly, he did register the voices of Estinien and Matoya as they exchanged words. What was said, he cannot say, only that they were discussing something. Still, he can do little more than sleep, as his strength has not fully returned, and for the most part, he remains unaware of Matoya's actions and her bustling about as she tends to his chainmail and his wound as well.

On some occasions, some small amount of awareness returns to him, but not enough to allow him to speak with her. In his mind, hoewver, he begins to keep track of her movements, noting the times that she replaces the bandages and when she stops, seemingly engrossed in one task or another. He is hardly the most well-versed on what it is that witches do; study, perhaps. Or perhaps she practices spells or other enchantments, a notion that would make him frown if he were capable of it.

Regardless, time continues to pass until one morning, he awakens and finds that he feels more like himself than he has in recent days. The first sight that greets him is that of a blue bird, who glances at him once before flying away, and inexplicably vanishing. He does not marvel long on the bird's disappearance, because Matoya has just entered, and Aymeric's attentions travel instantly to her.

She opens her mouth as if intending to say something, but strangely, no words come. So Aymeric says instead, noting how raspy his voice sounds from such a long period of unuse: ]

You have been taking care of me. [ It is a statement, not a question, as he is aware that she has been tending to him. Why? he would ask, but something inside him knows the answer, even if he does not know how to put that into words. ] What payment would you require?

[ There is no such thing as receiving something for nothing, and so he expects that she will have her demands, and they will most certainly be lengthy, if not costly. ]

[shepherdtostars]

[ Matoya's hands curl in the ruffles of her skirt to keep them from reaching out to him. They shake more at his question, and she feels as if her heart has been oddly struck. Of course he would ask such a thing--she is a witch. What else would he come to expect or see? Her gaze shifts slightly to the side as she forces her expression to remain as impassive as possible. What she truly is remains so far buried that he would not know how to see that she is truly a healer at heart... a certain type of mage that had been hunted down.

It shouldn't matter that she seems to be a simple witch in his eyes, and yet, everything in her tells her that it does. Reality, however, points to the opposite. He is a Temple Knight regardless if he is a vampire. She is a witch and should word reach Ishgard what sort of witch she truly is. Even though he is who she believes him to be? They are not possible. ]

Yes, at behest of your fellow Knight. [ Matoya forces her voice to be calm before returning her gaze to him. ] I have already been paid... there's nothing for you to worry for, Ser Knight. Your friend will be returning within the day to retrieve you.

[ She glances away once more for a brief moment. To retrieve you and take you home to where you will be the knight you are meant to be. Mayhap in another life the Gods will be fairer and we... ]

Your wound was deep and has mostly been healed. The rest can be taken care of by your particular state of being, given a day or so more. Your strength should return once you've eaten in both manners of speech.

[thewayforpeace]

[ Perhaps it is because he is a knight and needs to be in control of himself both on and off the battlefield, but he is finding that he is somewhat at war with himself in this moment without really understanding why. She is a witch and he is a knight and a vampire both, but something instinctual deep inside him is trying to get his attention.

There is a part of him that does not want to fully look at her, lest the instinct that he is trying to suppress break free and bring with it the message it is trying to impart. But while his willpower is normally quite strong and relatively unshakable, something outside his control is still fighting for the upper hand.

After a moment of continued internal struggle, he just lets out a quiet sigh and allows his gaze to fully lock on hers. The clanging in his mind lessens only a fraction, and while he wants to growl with annoyance at whatever this latest nonsense is, she has continued to speak, and he must respond in return. ]

If that is the case, then I imagine a bargain of sorts has been struck between the two of you. [ He eyes her then with a look that would be equally wary and appraising, but instead, there is something odd about it. A certain gleam shines in his eyes that is not menacing but more of a curious sort. What is this devilry? He has never been taken by another's appearance, nor has he spent much time thinking about dalliances or even partnerships with another, but something is doing its best to drive him to look at her and see her as more than just a witch. ]

I can also imagine that he was not pleased to have entered such an arrangement. In which case, I must repay him, then.

[ But no sooner does she speak those words about Estinien coming to retrieve him than that most annoying sensation grows in full until it is no longer a mere annoyance but an outright rejection of such an idea. ]

Mostly healed, you say. [ If it was not most unwise, he would attempt to explore the area if he could reach it, but if it is not fully healed, then agitating it would be more foolish than anything else. ] I suppose that it will fully heal? [ It is not that he does not trust her, given the notion that he was at her mercy and she could have caused him harm if she wished to, but he finds that he must at least ask that question. ]

And what will you do then? [ That question slides out quite unbidden, as he did not intend to ask about her plans nor her welfare. A strange, foolish thought has slid into his mind, and while he would reject it outright, it seems to have taken root rather quickly. ] Is there some spell or enchantment that binds you to this cave?

[ He leaves the part about needing to eat uncommented on. Somehow, learning of her plans seems far more important, although he barely understands why. Perhaps this is a side effect of being injured, and it will take some time for his senses to return. If so, then he sees that he has no choice but to entertain these foolish and seemingly pointless questions until they have run their course. ]

[shepherdtostars]

There has been no bargain... a question answered for my services. That's all.

[ The bargain she has made with the Azure Dragoon does not pertain to Ser Aymeric at all. A selfish wish on behalf of the dragoon and a desire to have his revenge. If the war ends then perhaps she might be free to flee... for surely the Temple Knights would be busy elsewhere... ]

I thought it best to let your healing abilities handle the rest. U-unless you would wish for me to tend to the rest... [ Her tail straightens at the mere idea of having failed some sort of expectation. She sits taller as if ready to move at his needing. ] Otherwise it will fully heal. Aches may remain due to how deep the wound was... but all the damage will be repaired.

[ At his question, however, she freezes. No enchantment or spells forces her to remain to the cave. Nothing keeps her there other than her own fear. The fear that if she steps too far that the Temple Knights will find her. That the clouds will part once more and the red eye will return to leave chaos in it's wake.

Her mouth opens once more, but she catches herself before her secrets spill forward. That part of her that begs to reach out to him also wishes to share her life thus far with him. That they came in the night and broke through the clouds to destroy her home, and Knights kept them from leaving. That her mother and father separated, one taking her and the other taking her twin. That she and her mother raced to the sea to out run the storm, but were caught in its mercy. That once she opened her eyes her mother was nowhere to be seen, and instead an elderly woman with a large hat stood there with another Miqo'te and took her in. The cave became her safe haven, her place to hide, her home.

Instead, Matoya raises her shaking hands and slowly removes the pointed hat from her head. Her ears seem to spring forth, twitching as they are exposed. A Miqo'te is not rare in the world as one might think, but, the gesture is to show the woman underneath the mantle of The Witch of the Wilds--the Witch of the Cave. Her hat is then put to the side. ]

It's my home..I... I've nowhere else to go.

[ Matoya raises her eyes from the hat to him. She smiles sadly at the knight in her care. Surely she has disappointed him in some way. He could not believe himself to be tied by their souls to one such as her. A heretical mage of certain origins to only become a witch who grants wishes for prices. How could he truly consider her to be his...?

She slowly raises her trembling hand to him. Her fingers brush along the hair beside his ear. Then, she moves the stray pieces to rest where they should. Tears gather in her eyes at the acceptance this will be their one and only conversation. One moment before she must stand to the side and let him return to his homeland where he might find one that will bring him happiness. All she could do in this life for him is bring him a life of hiding and suspicion.

Surely, in our next lives, it will be better. ]

When you friend returns, I will open a shorter path for you both. The journey will be easier on your lingering aches. [ Her voice has fallen to a softer tone and her fingers stop as well. In a way, she supposes it is a farewell of sorts. ] There will be no debts for you to pay, no favors ask to be returned. You'll be free to live and find the life you wish without a hindrance from me.

[ She rather doubts he will understand her meaning, unless he has recognized the feelings she had as well. The ones that come deep from their souls. The very same that seems to scream in her mind and cause her heart to feel as if it's been wounded at the mere idea of releasing the chance with him.

Still, a watery smile is given to him--the one she wishes she might have been able to call hers in this life. Her hand stills as she moves to stand. ]

Rest all you can before your friend returns.

[thewayforpeace]

No bargain? Only a question answered?

[ He finds that he cannot keep from sounding too incredulous as he poses those questions, not really expecting an answer in return. ]

I do not doubt you, nor have I cause to, but I had thought... Well, after all, you have met my friend, and I was very much at your mercy to do with as you willed. You could have named your price, and you still could, at any rate. And, as far as I am concerned, I owe you a debt that must be repaid.

[ He shakes his head in response to her statement concerning his wounds. ] Do not trouble yourself further on my account. I have had worse injuries, and I imagine that this shall not be the last time. [ No sooner does he speak those words than an idea comes to him. For the moment, he says nothing of it, as he deems it is not the time, but he will have to do so soon. ]

Your home? I see. [ That complicates the idea that he had, and already his mind is spinning with ideas and possibilities to turn his idea into reality. Should she be agreeable to it, of course. He is not interested in forcing anyone to do anything they do not wish to.

Why he is even entertaining this idea is beyond him, but some force, some strange hinting at a bond between them, is driving him to continue thinking upon it rather than abandoning it.

Then she touches him once more, and that seems to be all the confirmation that he needs. ]

I have a... A proposition. No, an offer. And I hope that you will at least consider it before you dismiss me as a fool.

[ He would stand so that they are on a more even footing, but doing so seems beyond him for the moment. So rest he does, although he would just as soon make this offer while standing on his own two feet. ]

I fully expect you to decline, because as you have said, this is your home, and we are veritable strangers.

[ And yet somehow, although he does not understand it one bit, he feels as though they are anything but strangers. In this life, they might be. But what about in another life? It is foolish and nonsensical, but these thoughts will not be dislodged. ]

[shepherdtostars]

[ She nods. ] Yes... I took the payment in thr form of him answering an inquiry of mine. Nothing more.

[ Then, her exposed ears raise and her eyebrows knit. No, no. She does not want him to owe her a debt. She does not want anything to be seen as a granting of wishes and payment for it when it comes to him. Her lower lip trembles before she bites down on it. ]

Please, ser... you owe me no debts.

[ His statements cause her to pause. Matoya lowers herself back to the floor beside the borrowed bed. Her hand returns to the side of his head, slowly moving his hair with shaking fingers. A proposition--an offer?

Her heart skips a beat. Her ears lift slightly as her tail sways to betray the crafted expression she wears. Then, her heart beats faster. What would he ask of her? Her eyes widen in anticipation, almost as if she were a kitten once more. ]

And what is your offer?

[ Matoya's head tilts to the side, lowering so her chin touches bed. Her tail sways more. She almost seems gleefully excited at wondering what he might ask. Her fingers weave themselves into his hair as she begins to timidly brush it. He had liked such a thing...didn't he? She cannot explain the notion as to why she believes he would like such a thing. There has been no indication or notion from him at all. In fact, he has seemingly ignored the touches.

Yet, she wants to do more. She wishes to run her hands through his hair oncd more, be closebto him, even kiss him. The feelings knock ao loud inside her for such things. What she read of such bonds did not say she would feel such a way. Perhaps, then, it is due to the fact she has locked herself away for so long that she needs to feel any touch at all.

Who would have thought they might find her the Witch of the Wilds acting in such a way? ]

[thewayforpeace]

[ It may seem as though he has been mostly ignoring her efforts to reach out to him, as his demeanor and expression did not change one bit, even when she began to brush his hair. It is as much a habit to him as something he does to protect himself, or so he tells himself. Vampires are hardly sentimental creatures, and the man he was before he was turned should have no bearing on who he is now. But beneath the outwardly cold exterior, there is more beneath the surface than anyone would realize.

He surveys Matoya carefully, as if asking himself whether it is wise to lower his guard and be more than the cold person that she has seen thus far. Certainly his friend Estinien would caution against such foolishness, but there is something telling him that this is one person who will not use a show of vulnerability against him. ]

Who would have cared for one such as me and seen to it that I survived? [ He is under no illusions; voidsent are not looked upon with favor, and while he has not always been as he is now, there are those who still eye him with suspicion. And he is certain that many believe he should not be allowed to walk around freely. ] Nay, I believe that I owe you quite a significant debt, and I mean to see it repaid.

[ But before he continues and answers her question, he allows himself a moment of indulgence. His eyes slide closed and a sigh escapes him in response to the way her fingers have weaved themselves into his hair. Not many would touch one such as him, and yet she does so with no hesitation. Her touch is timid, yes, but it is a touch regardless. For just a few moments, he relaxes entirely beneath her touch, knowing that he is putting himself once again at her mercy, should she wish to strike him while he is vulnerable. ]

It is not much, and it surely will not take the place of your home, but out of gratitude for what you have done, I could take you under my protection, such as it is.

[ He is hardly seen as a formidable threat, or even a formidable being when compared to others, but he has some skills that he can use to his advantage. And the home he inhabits when he is not called away to fight is at least a home, even if it is lacking in comforts in quite a few ways. ]

Of course, that would mean taking you from this place, from your home, so I expect my offer is not to your liking.

[ He barely understands why he has extended it, except for the notion that he wishes to have more time with her. Why that should be, he does not know, but he wishes for more time to speak with her and become acquainted with her, and parting ways now would feel very much like a missed opportunity.

These thoughts are, of course, foolish, but he finds that he cannot hold them back in spite of himself. And neither can he hold back his hand from reaching out to her to lightly touch the side of her face with one finger. ]

[shepherdtostars]

Your friend brought you to me when he could have left you. [ Matoya places the comment as a gentle counter to his own. ] Surely, there must be someone in your home city who cares and loves you; one who would see to you if you had not been brought here.

[ Who would not love him? Her expressions softens as if asking him the very question in her gaze.

Her eyes widen slightly as his close and he relaxes under her touch. She had thought he was only tolerating her touch; allowing it ad it may please her and he insists on debts he owes. Yet, the sight of him relaxed by her care causes those feelings inside her to knock harder. She wonders if they might burst from her and she share all inside her. Instead, her trembling hand gently cups the back of his head. Her own tilts so her cheek rests against the bed as she watches him indulge in her touch.

Why can it not always be like this?

Then, comes his proposal.

Matoya's eyes widen further as it all comes from him. Her ears stand on end and her heart pounds in his ears. He would protect her? Her, the Witch of the Wilds, a white mage by birth. He would protect her... and she need not stay in this cave any longer? Her tail stills and for a moment all she can do is stare at him with those wide two-toned eyes that yearn to be at his side once more.

Then, fear takes her eyes and sizes onto her person. The fear is not of him. She shakes slightly as her eyes beg him to take her away, but the rest of her seems rooted in place because of the fear. The ears atop her head lower and her shoulders curl. ]

They would kill me if they found out who... and what I am... t-they would hurt you... o-or worse because of me. They would... I...

[ Tears well in her eyes. Gods, she wishes to say "yes" and wrap her arms around him. Instead, she shifts between longing and fear. It would be safer if he returned with only Estinien. If he forgot her in this life and lived a full life with one other than a witch...

She bites her lip as she struggles to even form a further response. She is torn down the center at his offer. Her hand trembles against his head before she leans into the small touch he gives her as if starved for water. A gentle spark cuts through the battling emotions for a brief moment as something else tries to boil to the surface.

She's missed him. His touch, his gaze, the way he responds to her touches. It's all so familiar and yet slightly different due to their lives now. Yet, this seems to remain the same, and her heart feels as if takes another wound in remembering she must let him go.

I want to... I want to... but if they find me they'll kill me. Like the others. Then they'll come for you. But, even then, I want to go... and be with you again...

Matoya remains in place with her head tilted against the bed and her gaze locked onto his. She hopes he understands, for the words will not come forward as the the two radically different emotions battle to win over the other. The longing and yearning of ancient feelings clashing against the childhood trauma and fear that have ruled her since the red eye came. ]

[thewayforpeace]

[ As she speaks, she might notice how his expression shifts the longer she talks. ]

Estinien and I look out for each other and help each other whenever we are able, that much is true. There is very little that I would not do for him, and I am confident he feels the same. I may have acquaintances and those with whom I am friendly, but that only goes so far.

[ His closest friend is Estinien, although he is reluctant to rely upon him too much lest he begin to resent him.

When he opens his eyes once more and takes in her appearance, e finds himself somewhat puzzled by her reactions and the way her eyes widen with what seems to be surprise. Well, truthfully, he is surprised himself, as he did not anticipate being soothed so easily by her touches. But again, individuals like himself are not frequently sought out, and many look upon them with distrust. In Aymeric's opinion, they are seen as necesssary, but not particularly trustworthy either.

But none of that is particularly relevant in this moment. He awaits her answer while still watching her closely, noting how she appears to experience a myriad of emotions in a very short period of time. The most obvious one is fear, and he feels something like a stab of sympathy for her position. After all, he can relate, whether or not anyone would believe it. ]

And there are those who would just as soon see me dead. [ He does not soften the words, as they are simply the truth of his existence. He cannot know the kind of life that Matoya has had, nor would he be so arrogant as to say that he does, but in his eyes, both of them are outsiders and unwanted by most. ]

I only have this to say: should you accept my offer, I will allow no one to harm you, much less kill you, so long as I am present and able to fight. [ He knows that he cannot explain why he feels compelled to protect her, but that feeling is there regardless. ] And if they attempt to hurt me because of my association with you- let them.

[ Reckless words, perhaps, but he knows he is not afraid for himself. ]

Will you accept? Or shall we part ways?

[ It seems clear enough to him that she wants to accept, but she is fighting with herself at the same time. The way she bites her lips, the way her hands shake... it all points to an internal battle, and he cannot tell who will win.

There is one thing he can do, however, and he is certain it will not be met with approval, but he must make an attempt. He shifts slightly on the bed, moving so that one hand is pressed against the bed to give him leverage. Ignoring the way the newly healed wound on his back protests, he pushes himself upwards in an effort to sit up. There is an uncomfortable tugging sensation around his lower back, and as he continues to try and sit up, he knows his movements are only causing further agitation. But he does not stop until he has achieved his desired position.

Once he is somewhat stable, he raises his hand again to touch her face fully, not with just a finger. ]

I hope that you will agree, as this arrangement will benefit both of us. I will protect you, even at the cost of my own life should it come to that, and- [ He breaks off there, because he is not willing to admit what he hopes to gain should she accept. But if she is looking, she will notice a certain flash of determination in his eyes, and then he adds: ]

It would be in both of our best interests to remain together. Will you stay? [ He is purposefully skirting the line between making a request and issuing a command, but if she continues to waver, then he knows he will have to put more force behind his words.

For the moment, he only wants to give her the chance to decide on her own. ]

[shepherdtostars]

[ Her heart breaks at the briefness of his list. Only Estinien? Matoya would not have thought the man one for friendship at all, if she was not so closely tied to the pull of emotions--akasa as it is sometimes known. She could sense that while Estinien is far more guarded than the knight in her care? The Azure Dragoon does care. A form of compassion deep below his rage and thirst for revenge. Perhaps that is why, in the end, she agreed to grant him the power to see his wish fulfilled.

Yet, what of Ser Aymeric's? Is he truly alone outside of the Azure Dragoon? Has he no family, no servants? Has Ishgard truly abandoned him simply because of his nature? Coretheans had no love for her people, and so she would expect the treatment he hints at would be given to her. Yet, he is a son of Ishgard, and would she truly abandon her son simply because of a state of being?

Her eyes widen once more at his words. Dead. Something in her rebels at the idea of it. She would put herself in the way of any blade, or fire, or torture to keep him alive. While the rational side of her mind--the one practically drowned out from it all--protests at the notion? Her heart and soul speak to it.

A sense of wonder fills her eyes for a moment. He would truly take a stand for her? None has ever done such a thing. At least, not in recent memory. There are some towns with elders who hide her identity and the source of the medicines and aid that flow through them after the dragons and soldiers have left. Yet, she would not classify that as the same as what he speaks. He would offer her a home, a real home, and protection. Things that her small cave offer her as well to some degree... but there is a lack of companionship... outside of the small bird she has taken in as her familiar.

She lightly shakes her head at the idea of parting ways. While it is the most logical choice and the one she should make? Everything in her denies it. But, to voice it, to ask him to take her away? That remains firmly trapped within her mind. The same mind that conjures images of the eye returning to the skies and hunting her down. Voidsent--true voidsent--coming from the clouds to strike down all that she knew. The images are so vivid in he remind that she does not realize at first he has pushed himself to sit up on one hand. Not until his other raises to rest on the side of her face.

Matoya's gaze focuses once more, her mind returning to the present, as she stares into his sky-blue eyes. Both of her trembling hands raise to where his might be. One rests on the top of his on her cheek, while the other wraps around the very same arm. A barely visible shake of her head can be felt the moment he mentions his life being forfeit. She would not want to be upon the world without him in it as well now that she has found him once more.

The corner of her eyebrows knit as if she is to speak of agreeing with him. If they should be as they are, then perhaps together truly is best. There is no guarantee that the knights will not follow his and Estinien's footsteps to her cave and finally find her there. There is only so much magic can do to shield against steel and their own magic. Being at his side may truly be the best option...

Yet, they could bring steel and magic to the place Ser Aymeric would see her stay and find her there as well.

Matoya sinks further, clinging onto his arm and hand as if he were her lifeline. Her heart and soul scream out 'Yes, yes, yes' to his question. She opens her mouth as if she is to say the very words... but nothing comes forward. Her body seems to protest the notion of safety anywhere, and her mind seems to constantly wish to remind her of such. The ears atop her head lower as she tries once more. Ultimately, however, the fear and longing continue to battle and pull her backwards or forwards.

Yes, take me with you... but then if you die because of my presence, then I... You will be gone and it will be my fault... but even then, I wish to go... but I do not want to cause you more heartache... ]

[thewayforpeace]

[ He cannot read minds, nor is he particularly skilled at reading emotions, but in the case of Matoya, he is finding that she is fairly easy to read. At least, it seems that there is some measure of sadness coming from her, or perhaps sympathy, and he wants neither of those things for himself. For whatever reason, this is his lot in life, and nothing can change it now.

Once, he entertained the notion that he could still be considered an Ishgardian, and still have a place in that world, but time and experience has relieved him of that idea. He maintains a home within the city's boundaries, but he knows he does not feel welcomed there. Her widened eyes give him an idea of what she may be thinking, and he seeks to dispel any worries that she may have on his behalf. ]

If you are worrying about me and my safety, I would ask that you not. It would take more than a mere blow to see to my end, not that any has attempted such a thing as yet. [ He is certain his words will not reassure her, so he accompanies them with a small smile. ] For the moment, all is well, and there is no reason for you to worry. [ She ought not worry about him regardless, as they have no relationship, even if the prodding in his mind is saying otherwise. If she agrees to his terms, they may well embark upon one, however. ]

You are... Complicated. [ He senses that there is quite the storm brewing beneath her outward exterior, and yet he can only guess at what thoughts might be chasing themselves about in her mind. ]

If you find that reaching a decision is too difficult, there are... ways around that. [ But just as he was loathe to drink her blood, he is also loathe to use those ways upon her, even if he does not wish to see his offer turned down. ]

I will say that the home I could give you may well be lacking, at least at the present, but should you accept, I will endeavor to alter that. [ After all, none has lived there but him in recent times, and so there is work to be done to make it acceptable for another living being.

His eyes trail downwards to where her own arm is entwined around his, and while he is still puzzled by her inability to speak, he knows what he wishes to do. ]

If it will make your decision easier, I could show you the place that I call home, and then you can decide. [ She spoke of an easier way of travel, and perhaps she could do that for them, as he is still recovering, and she seems terrified of leaving this cave. If there is a way to travel that would allow them to do so unnoticed, perhaps that is for the best.

For now, however, he has decided that he wishes to attempt calming what appears to be rattled nerves. He reaches for her slowly, so as not to startle her, and he gives a light pull, as if asking her to recline beside him. Truthfully, sitting up as he is doing is becoming uncomfortable, and if the pulling sensation from his wound is anything to go by, he should not take chances and risk reopening said wound by pushing himself too far. And while such a thought has not yet entered his mind nor his heart, the unconscious desire to be closer to her, to feel her in a way that he has not felt anyone in quite some time, still exists.

There is nothing untoward or menacing about his desire; it is simply the desire of a man who has been deprived of contact with others, mainly by choice but partially by the choices of other people. If she declines, he will understand, but he risks nothing by making the request. ]

[shepherdtostars]

[ His state of being--his nature--makes him stronger, more agile, and capable of many things she has no idea of. Depending on the state of his vampirism and his own habits? He could wield extremely powerful void magic or none at all. It would not be so easily to take him out, and yet, there are certainly ways. One would not ally themselves as a nation to the void sent without having a way to control them. Unless Ishgard is as foolish as the City of Mhach. Even then, she cares for him, and worry is a natural state to accompany care and... well... using such a word is premature.

Even if the feelings inside her tell her otherwise.

She frowns at his description of her. Complicated. Perhaps it is unbecoming or even unattractive of a thing to be as such. Yet, he does not pull away, dismiss her, or even speak foul names of her. He stays as he is with his touch and allowing her to touch him.

He would take her to his home and see if she would wish to dwell there? She had thought maybe he might set her with merely a room atop some shop or perhaps some attic hidden away as if she were a unlucky secret. That is, after all, what she is. The elder witch--the true Matoya--had never treated her as such. She was as much an adopted daughter as the white haired Miqo'te she had as well, but, the younger Matoya still felt as if she were something meant to be kept secret. Not for her safety but for the safety of others. Ser Aymeric sees her as no such thing it would seem and instead offers her a home.

A real home.

Oh, her heart and soul have declared the decision, but her mind fights against it. Even if there is no reason to for her to deny him at all. Rationality has seemingly fled and instead she fights against the trauma that has bound her by fear to the cave for so many, many years. Trauma she wishes she might shed like a coat, but it clings to her and demands to shape her into a woman who would lock herself away from the world to be safe.

Just as his touch on her cheek had, his pull seems to cut through the ongoing battle in her mind. Her two toned gaze follows him a she returns to laying down and her heart stops for a moment. The world seems to pause and in an instant, Matoya shifts to be on the bed beside him. No hesitation is in her movements as she lines herself against his body, hands still a hold of his hand and his arm. Her gaze returns to his and she presses his hand against her cheek once more. ]

...t-tell me I... that I can. [ Matoya's voice cracks and shakes unlike when she had just spoken moments before. ] T-that I can go... t-tell me.

[ She knows what ways he had spoken of but seems to be wary of using. Yet, from her perspective, she needs it. She needs the push, the pull, the command to move her. Otherwise the fear will keep her from leaving with him. She cannot shake it as she does not know how. ]

I, I want...

[ Matoya finds her words once more stunted despite the desperate look in her eyes to say what she feels. As someone who uses words to craft spells? The notion she cannot speak of herself is terrifying within its own right. Yet, losing him, is far more terrifying. ]

[thewayforpeace]

[ He does have abilities that he did not possess before he was turned, but he has learned that he does not wish to make use of those abilities if he can help it. He does not deny that they have their use, but there is a part of him that wishes to go through life as if he were still an ordinary man, not a voidsent. It is foolish, of course, as there is no undoing what has been done, but he is resolved to behave as normally as possible. And if that means not making use of his unwanted gifts and refraining from feeding off of others, then that is what he will do. Naturally, he cannot refrain from feeding forever, but in those situations, he satisfies that need by preying on rats and other smaller creatures. Better to do that than become a ruthless killer hunting and murdering those with lives and families and a future.

He refuses to allow his thoughts and his resentment to fester, but he was once one of those who had a life and a family before he was turned against his will and before illness took his parents. ]

Yes, you are complicated. But that does not have to be a bad thing. [ He keeps his hand where it is, but he lightly moves it against her face once or twice, as if hoping to soothe her and to remind himself of how a truly living being feels. He is alive, in a manner of speaking, but it is a different sort of living than what she has. ]

I could grow accustomed to this, although wisdom says that I should not. [ He finds he enjoys her closeness, as he has not experienced such a thing in many years. And even then, it was not like this. Truthfully, he is surprised that he does not repulse her or cause her to recoil because of who and what he is. Among his own complicated feelings is a sense of gratitude that she has not pushed him away. ]

You wish for me to order you to follow me? To compel you to go against what your own mind is telling you? That is not a common occurrence. [ To be compelled in such a way has never been received well by anyone, if the stories he has heard and read about can be believed. Speaking for himself, he has not used that ability on anyone, as his own loathing directed at himself is deep enough on its own. If he could recoil from himself, he would, but of course that is impossible. ]

Is leaving truly what you desire? [ Her half-finished, halting words seem to indicate that, and so he makes a first attempt. ]

You can leave this cave. You should leave this cave and accompany me. [ His words still leave room for personal choice, but there is a part of him that believes she will experience this initial attempt at compelling her and that will cause her to turn away from him. To have one's agency and will overridden does not sit well with the living, and he expects nothing different from her. ]

[shepherdtostars]

[ If she had not thought what pulled them together was from her soul? She would think it was by the fact they both seem very lonely. While she can only imagine what life he has led? She has been alone for many years. The proper Matoya had left a number of years ago for things unknown, and the elder Miqo'te she had looked up to left as well to train in the arcane. It had left her, the younger "Matoya", alone in the cave until she had found the small blue bird aimlessly wandering the akasha...drifting... all alone.

Her eyes flutter shut at his gentle touch. It is a gentle caress, and one that feels familiar to her. Just as his gaze and touching his hair is. Little things that make her wonder if they carry over from the life they shared once before. Or, perhaps there has been multiple lives? All she know for certain is that he is the one she is meant to be with.

She seemingly melts against his touch once he says he could be used to such things. A faint nod comes to his words, almost being entirely distracted by the gentle touch and the idea of being at his side like this. Something inside her clings to it. So much to the point that when he asks his next question, her eyes immediately snap to his and she leans against him. ]

Yes.

[ Otherwise, I'll never be able to leave.

Despite what he believes, Matoya gives an inhale and an exhale, doing her best to lower the walls around her. If her walls are lowered, then, it will be easier to believe what he says. Especially when she truly does wish to believe it. Her heart and soul scream that she can, but, her mind is so firmly lodged into the belief she is unable to. Yet, she forces her body to relax as much as she is able and never once breaks eye contact with him.

You can leave this cave. You should leave this cave and accompany me.

Matoya's gaze softens at his words as she focuses on his voice and how he speaks. Her ears relax and her tail seems to drape over her legs and his. She can? She should? The hand atop his moves to slip her fingers so they rest against his, while the other at his arm raises. She gently touches his chin and tilts her head. Can she truly leave... should she...?

I want to go with you.

A blue hue seems to try and reflect in her eyes; a sense that she is attempting to follow with his words and sink into them. ]

I should...? [ Matoya attempts to convince herself that what he says is true, but, some part of her mind rebels as he might suspect. Yet it is the fear that still lingers in her gaze that should be able to direct him as to why her mind puts up the fight. She has already given permission, and thus the idea of him bending her free will is not what chains her now. ] I should... but...

[thewayforpeace]

[ She would not be wrong in thinking that way. He has largely withdrawn from society, with the exception of retaining his identity as a Temple Knight. At the very least, it provides him with something to do besides brood alone in his family's house.

But even with that, he still remains lonely. And he detects a hint of that loneliness in her as well, although he also can only begin to imagine what sort of life she has led until now.

It seems as though he cannot stop himself from continuing to caress and touch her now that he has begun. He has had no one to care for, other than the old family cat, and said cat takes care of himself more often than not. Whether the inclination to touch her and to keep her at his side comes from himself or from something older and more intangible, he does not know, but he is not questioning it very much.

What he does know is that he would have her companionship if she would offer it, and her one word answer of affirmation is all he needs. He continues to touch her, hand moving lightly against her forearm as he chooses his words with care. ]

Come with me. [ There is more of a tone of command in those words, but he is not finished yet. ] You will come with me. [ He would use her name if he knew it, because names contain power, as do words. But there is a special significance to one's name. However, he does not know her name, so he chooses the next option available to him. ]

[shepherdtostars]

[ She would say it has not been much of a life at all. Granting wishes with payment has benefited her in a way to spend time, but, it has hardly given her companions or relationships. Things to add to Master Matoya's relics and knowledge whenever she decides to return. If anything? Most of her life has been hiding in the shadow of her mentor and, for all purposes, her adopted mother. Master Matoya did nothing to encourage it... nor did she prevent it. It was a choice she left to "Matoya."

But, now... there is a reason she could leave the cave and the prison she has built in her mind.

Her eyelids flutter once more at his touch as it moves downwards. He could say nothing and she would feel mesmerized by the touch alone. At on point he will find where the dark fabric meets the ruffles on her sleeve to find her bare lower arms. A pleased, yet muffled sound comes from her as her head tilts to the side into the bed beneath them.

Then, he speaks again, and her gaze returns to his. A shiver runs up her spine at his tone. Something of how he says his commands makes it click in her mind. The blue hue in her eyes that reflects his own color flashes. Blue overtakes the two-toned color of her own and she leans entirely against him.

Yes, she should go with him. Yes, she can leave this cave and the things that trap her to it. Yes, she'll go with him. ]

I'll go with you. [ She repeats the command, but, the tone is not mindless. Beneath it, there is a promise and agreement. That is why the hand atop his moves to press against his bare chest and the one at his chin raises to brush her fingers over his lips. ] I'll go away with you.

[ Where will we go...?

Yet, instead of voicing her question, her eyes remain with his. The blue tint still overtakes her natural colors. She waits for his next command or his next suggestion. Perhaps, even questions, if he so wishes to learn more than she would share previously. Matoya remains pressed against him with her ears relaxed, tail draped around their legs, and hands on him. No sign can be seen of her attempting to break the hold he has on her. Why would she? She has him, and he has her now. ]

[thewayforpeace]

[ The life he could offer her may not be much better than the one that she has known. Even if she accompanies him to his home, for her safety, she will have to largely remain hidden, and what sort of life is that? But his mind is already spinning with thoughts concerning how their days might look, and he is resolved to provide her with everything that she might need, to the best of his ability.

He too craves contact with another living person, and while it may seem selfish for him to seek that and ask her for that, he finds that this is one area in which he may allow himself to be selfish. Driven by instinct, he leans in just a little closer so that he might lightly brush his lips against one of her bared arms.

It seems then that his command has reached her and taken hold, and with a stab of guilt, he asks the question that he should have asked earlier than now. But considering that he was previously injured and unable to ask much of anything, it seems that now is the best opportunity to do so. ]

Tell me, what is your name? If you are to accompany me, I ought to know what I should call you.

[ And while he awaits her answer, he once again moves his hand to reach for another part of her: this time, it settles lightly on her ear, not moving just yet, but waiting to see how she might react. ]