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

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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[ He may have a goal and a purpose that drives him, but he wishes for more than that. He has wished for companionship, to have someone at his side, to have a life with them. Until now, it seemed as though such a life was moving further and further out of his reach until it disappeared entirely. But when he was not looking, when he least expected it, Lantaa entered his life. ]

How could that be for the best? I ask not to make you feel shame, but simply because it is clear that we are meant to be together and that nothing should separate us, not even things that would cause us to doubt. [ And to further illustrate that, he leans in so that he might brush his lips against her once more.

He does not pull away, even though there is a swell of emotion inside him, and not a happy sort either. Nothing shows on his face, but internally, there is a fight between two halves of himself: one side wishing only to be calm and peaceful while giving and receiving affection and the other deeply unsettled and repulsed by what he has done, even though it was done at her behest.

For the moment, the side of him that embraces being a vampire remains in control, and when she speaks, calling him her love, he leans even more into her hold and her embrace. ]

I love you, and I would have you be mine for as long as you wish to remain. [ Which, he now knows, will be forever, as she has stated she does not wish to be apart from him in this life and beyond it as well.

She goes on to speak about her own vows, and he finds that she has rendered him speechless. A vow of any sort is binding and meaningful, and while this is hardly what some would consider a binding contract, it may as well be in his mind. Her words echo inside his mind, repeating and swirling around his thoughts as if he wishes to commit all of them to memory.

And for once, even though it has been so long, he realizes that he truly feels loved and wanted and desired, and the thought of it very nearly causes his head to spin. The red in his eyes has begun to fade even though he cannot see it, and in its place is another swell of emotions, different than the first.

Again he leans into her touch, but this time, there is a desperation to it that was not there before. He brushes his own lips against hers too, as if a part of him fears that he may never have the opportunity to do so again. It takes a moment for him to find his voice, but when he does, the note of pleading in it is umistakable. He must apologize, and hope and pray she does not turn away from him now. ]

Do not hate me even though I fed on you. [ She asked him to, and told him that it was all right, but the very thought of it only makes him despise himself more. ] I wish that you might forgive me for... For being who I am. Who I have become.

[ In his mind, it is a lot to ask for, and he has no right to do so, but she asked him to tell her, and now he has. ]

[ Her gaze lowers at his question. ] I-I thought because I act as a witch, and I'm a.... [ white mage. ] I wasn't sure if you would see me, or recognize me. That maybe we wouldn't be allowed together by circumstances and, [ her gaze lowers by a fraction as her lower lip trembles, ] i-if nothing else I could help you now, so you could return to the life a knight lives.

[ Lantaa had built quite the image in her mind over the time he slept. What it was that she would say and do as he left with Estinien. The heartbreak that would follow as the realization settled in that it would be another life without him. In truth, it broke something far more than her heart, but what could she do? They believed her to be a witch, and the knights of his home could have her head for merely that. There was no reason for him to even begin to feel the inclinations she had.

Watching him leave to be with another.

That image had stood out in her mind so very vividly that one might of thought it was real. The thought comes to her that perhaps it was real. Lantaa would have thought it a fantasy if she did not feel how her heart clenched but beat harder at the same time. The details of faces and places are muddled at best, but the emotion remains as strong as any other. A life had been lived where she stood in the distance, watching as he promised himself to another. She had been just a face among many, and surely he never noticed, but the pain remained with her. In some way it must still remain as she frowns ever so slightly and her heart beats another painful beat.

He had walked away with his wife and lived quite the happy life... hadn't he? ]

...I thought we couldn't be together. [ Now, or ever again.

The red from his eyes fades and it reflects in her own. Those emotions and desires still run high, but, she realizes that perhaps she should curve them. For now he seems more in control of himself and she is certain he would not wish to do such acts on a half-decent bed in a cave. Or, perhaps at all. The emotions in his gaze merely makes her smile lovingly, despite the way her heart yearns to be healed, and how her body wishes he might touch her more.

The desperation is clear to her by his gaze even without the ability to sense his akasha. Her gaze drops to his lips for a brief moment before returning to his sky-blue eyes once he begins to speak. Then, her expression softens. Hate him? How could she ever hate him? Even in lives they were unable to be together due to circumstances? She's never hated him. She could never hate him. ]

I don't hate you. [ She says it with reassurance and as if it were a secret between the two of them. Yet, she knows what he truly is looking for is acceptance. For her to love him as the man and being he has become versus what he ought to have been. Perhaps if she accepts him, he in time, will come to accept himself. ] I forgive you, my love. I will help who and what you have become in any way that I can. It is a wish I can certainly grant.

[ Lantaa guides him into a kiss. She begins it by a simple brush of their lips once more, then leans that small bit forward to bring their lips together. The kiss is slow, almost rhythmical, to try and ease him into the security she offers. Like everything else, it feels familiar and yet different at the same time. However he chooses to return her affections, either as vampire or knight, does not matter to her. She will embrace either or both. ]

Edited 2022-11-09 10:29 (UTC)

I am certain that there are those who would just as soon keep us apart, if not bring harm to- well, to you, but I am equally resolved that should that happen, I won't let them succeed. We are meant to be together, of this I have no doubt.

[ He tilts his head to one side as if pondering her words, and he repeats them: ] The life a knight lives... What sort of life is that, other than going where and when one is told? I chose it, of course, and I do not regret it, but I-

[ He had other dreams and aspirations once, and now he is unsure what has become of those. Perhaps a life alongside her is his new dream, but he can barely imagine what that sort of life might look like. If she imagined seeing him promise himself to another, and then marry her, that is a far cry from what he has imagined for himself.

He would have most likely remained a Temple Knight for as long as possible, and when time intervened, then he would retire to the family home and see to maintaining it and perhaps finding another trade or some other way of passing the time. ]

I had thought that you would not wish to be together. [ Now, in this life, given what he is. It still baffles him that she wishes to be with him, that she can even stand to touch him and offer her love to him. It is all more than he deserves. ]

You would be well within your rights to. And if you were to hate me, it would not be anything I am not accustomed to. [ He has had moments in which he felt nothing but hatred for himself, and so feelings of hate are no stranger to him. ]

I am undeserving. [ He knows she will say that it is not about deserving, but he believes without question that he has done nothing to deserve the unconditional love that she offers. Still, when she guides him into the kiss, he does not resist, leaning into it hesitantly at first, and then with more passion and need. ]

[ We are meant to be together.

Lantaa manages the nod in agreement as emotions threaten to build in her throat again. Her beloved, her pair. She cannot help but wonder why so many lives had gone by without them being together with one another. Had circumstances truly interfered so much? If so, then it is no surprise he insists then be togerher in this life. Not that Lantaa disagrees. Perhaps she had just begun to believe, deep down, they could not be together no matter how much they wished for it.

His question causes a blush to come to her face. Her notion of knights may very well be inaccurate. Yet, are they not apart of a greater society and kingdom? Will he not become a Lord? Of course, she has no idea he is already one. ]

Knights become Lords, don't they? [ Her ears tilt down in embarrassment. ] You'd have a family home... and a title... a-and you would need to marry to have heirs... that sort of life.

[ She onxe again gives the faintest shake of her head. No, she does not hate him. He seems to hate himself more than anyone else might. The notioj breaks her heart and causes her very soul to ache. Her love has been so hurt by this life already, and it has barely begun. Her fingees brush along his cheeks once more. ]

I could never hate you. Why would I seek you out in every life if I did? [ Her tone is a gentle sort of sensual, attempting to lure him into her verbal and emotional embrace. ] If you are undeserving than so must I be.

[ She accepts his passion and need. Oh, her poor knight. How long has he been a vampire? Ho many years have passed for him to grow to futher hate himself? Not all wounds can be healrd by even magic, yet, she hopes she can soothe the ones struck to his heart.

Lantaa tilts her head to deepen the kiss, parting her lips to him. Part of her runs on instinct and the vague memories of how they kissed before. The other feels timid, unsure, shy even, despite her movements moments ago. Perhaps now that he knows she accepts him as a vampire, he needs the same acceptance as a knight.

She breaks the kiss for a moment to see how he might wish to proceed. Her gaze remains closed even as she nudges his nose with hers. ]

Would you rather I tend to your back, Aymeric? [ Or does his heart need more attention? She asks so she might know how to best proceed for him. ] Either way, you should rest more, before your friend returns.

[ For him, the fleeting memories of their past lives have to be hunted for and uncovered, but they still very clearly exist. It seems to him that the two of them were always missing each other, or finding each other only to be pulled apart for reasons out of their hands.

Perhaps that is why he feels more than determined to hold onto her in this life, even though his instincts tell him that he should not do so. ]

They do. [ He nods. While he does not discount the significance of the title, he does not use it to pull rank or anything of the sort. ] I have a family home, and a title... As for the rest, well- Being the heir of one such as me does not seem something to be desired.

[ Similarly, he thinks that she does not need to hate him, as he has enough hate for himself as it is. But he would not blame her if she did. Reason tells him that he should not allow himself such pleasantries as kissing her, but he finds that he is choosing to ignore reason so that he might lean into the kiss himself.

When she briefly breaks the kiss so as to inquire about his needs, he merely shakes his head and gives a shrug of his shoulders. ]

Whatever pleases you. [ He knows the answer will not please her, but he finds that it matters very little what she decides to do next. The wound on his back will heal with time, and he would not ask her to trouble herself with it more than she already has. ]

Y-you have a family home and title? [ Her cheeks turn a shade darker. Would he truly wave odd any potential advancements for her? Surely, someone would wish a title, even with his condition. Master Matoya always spoke of how greedy people were deep down. ] Surely you cannot be hated that much...

[ The moment he answers is the moment she nearly regrets asking her question. His assumption of her answer is correct simply by the way her ears lower and a frown touches her face. Guilt stabs at her heart even though she is very aware she made the correct choice to feed him. It quickly becomes clear how much he hates himself and buries his darker instincts. Yet, he also did not fight her to lure those instincts out. Her choice was the necessary one, but she cannot help but feel all it ultimately did was make him sink further into the distain he has towards his person.

Lantaa kisses him gently once more before shifting to sit up. Then, she moves over him to take her place at his back once more. What would please her? She had said that caring for people--truly caring--brought her happiness. Being with him has also brought a sense of fulfillment she did not think possible. Her own instincts and desire to loved would ask that he continue to shower her with touches and kisses. Yet, that moment has certainly passed, and thus she will move to the other motion that brings her happiness.

Perhaps such notions and touches we unbecoming... knights have honor. How could I ask him to forgo that for simply me?

She cannot.

Lantaa gently brushes the hair around his ear once more beforr raising the other hand to hover over his wound. The aches and pains of it are obvious even though the worst of it has healed. No doubt that what blood he did take will help and aid it. ]

Estinien will return soon. You should rest until then. [ Lantaa closes her eyes to listen to his aether. ] I'll clean and redress the wound in the meantime.

[ As well as see to certain measures and spells before she leaves. If he truly still desires her to leave, despite the shift of the mood. ]

A lesser title for a lesser house, but yes, I do. [ He remains determined to uphold his family's honor, even if House Borel is not quite as known or respected as other higher houses. ] Being what I am is- It is complicated. There are those who will have dealings with me, simply because it is necessary, while others make no secret of the fact that they do not take kindly to me and others like me.

[ It simply is the way the world works. There are those who treat most everyone the same, and there are those who look down their noses at others. He has simply accepted it as the way things are.

Of course, he despises himself and those darker instincts that he works so hard to conceal, but burying them does not change who he is. What he has to do to survive is also necessary, even if he despises it, and in turn, it makes him despise himself even more.

But if he hates himself, at least he can offer kindness and perhaps even love to someone, even though he knows he cannot do so to himself. And as before, he finds himself thinking that his injuries hardly require the level of care she offers. He should focus on seeing her needs met, so even as she begins to examine his wound once more, he finds himself shifting just enough that he might push himself up if needed in order to plant a kiss on whatever part of her he can reach.

The wound protests as his movements pull uncomfortably upon it, but he ignores that in favor of attempting to give her what he believes she wants and needs. ]

I am not so fragile as to be unable to move and walk. I welcome your aid, of course, but I believe you have desires of your own that I have not yet met. I would see about changing that now.

[ He considers it payment given freely in exchange for what she has done for him thus far. Any discomfort or pain that he feels is worth it in his mind. ]

[ Lantaa's eyes widen. A lesser House still makes him a lord even if he is a knight. One that has a place in society, even if he does not feel wanted in it. Her fingers brush along his cheek. Perhaps his situation is more complicated than hers... and perhaps she is naive for thinking what it is she will be saying. Her feelings on the matter may not even be something he cares for. ]

I care about you. [ She loves him deeply, yes, but she too cares for him. His state of mind, the state of his person, his heart. All of it matters to her even if it matters not to anyone else. ] It may not be the same as love from your kin, but... I care.

[ Her hand spreads to begin treating his wound once more until he moves. Lantaa's eyes widen and move to find his, mouth opening to ask him not to until she is done. Then, he leans forward and kisses her neck. A small spark runs through her from the tip of her ears to her tail, which straightens. That need for passion and desire for hunger knocks hard against her resolve once more. Her eaes droop again and her eyes haze once more.

Lantaa hears what he says, of course she does, but her words seem seized once more. Yes, she does desire him. Not simply because of a physical reaction, but a feeling deep inside her soul that tries to reach out to his. One that speaks of wishing to feel his love and give her own once more.

I want you... but I don't think you would want this. Maybe not now, or ever at all, or from me...

Would he ever desire her if he hates himself so very much? How could he wish to touch her without the help of instincts if he spent so much time locking himself away? Lantaa does not want him to resent any time with her, especially if he relates it as a part of being who and what he has become.

She opens her mouth to speak, but once more the fear paralyzes her ability to share what she wishes to. Instead, she leans into his touch, a tremor in her hands once more from desire and fear. She would have him touch her, explore her, and learn her. Yet, saying it seems impossible as it had before.

Aymeric, I... ]

Edited 2022-11-20 16:57 (UTC)

[ He has the title that makes him a lord, but a lord of what? He knows he will care for his family home until his own time comes, but what else? Alkaid may very well remain with him, but what sort of life would they have? Surely she would not wish to raise children with him, if that is even possible. But then, he is getting too far ahead of himself. Perhaps there is an expiration date to how long she will remain at his side. If that is the case, then better for him to prepare himself for it now than be caught unawares later on. ]

Why? Why would you, when none except for perhaps Estinien and the staff that still remains with the house have ever come close to such a thing? Of course, I understand that there is a connection between us, but I- I still don't understand.

[ That part of him that has told himself he will always be alone finds it unfathomable that she might care for him, and even love him.

He wishes to love her in return, to treat her with all the love and care that she deserves, but can he even do that, being what he is? He does not know; all he knows is that he wants to try and show her that he loves her and wants to give her what she desires and needs. And so he kisses her neck, ignoring his own condition and the state of the wound on his back. He would kiss her on the mouth, but there is only so much that even he can take. Even as he continues the kiss, doing his best to deepen it, he feels the strain on his injury growing, but he chooses to ignore it for now.

He will have to find out how to reconcile the desires he has for her with the hate that he has for himself, because as she has already wondered, how can he show her love while despising himself? Perhaps it is naive of him to think that he can give her all the love that he has, simply because he has very little or none for himself, but that is the thought his mind has latched onto. Never mind that the question remains if he can allow himself to receive whatever she might offer him, whether love or care or both.

For the moment, however, he contents himself with deepening the kiss on her neck as much as he can, hoping that she can tell just how much he desires her too. ]

[ In her mind? There is no expiration date. She will do whatever she must to remain with him, including finding ways to extend her own life. While it is impossible, she does not wish to be parted from him again. With so much else, it makes little logical sense, but something about losing him and having to once again seek him in the aetheric sea to only find him once more in a new life is so very daunting and painful. A pain that rests deep in her heart that throbs at the very idea of it. She would be with him however he wishes her to be in this life--his wife, his lady, a mother to heirs if he desires it.

What would the point of a pair be if one is missing the other?

His question and statement echo in her mind even as his kisses on her neck deepen. Her eyelids flutter slightly before she seemingly melts on the spot. Lantaa leans down further to ease their postions. The thrill and desire turn inside her, threatening to take over once more. She can feel the small sparks of pleasure ride through her entirr body.

A pleased muffled moan comes from her again. Her beloved wants her, needs her, and desires her. She can feel it in he kisses her so intensly. While the part of her that speaks reason feels as if she is in a whirlwind of back and forth emotions? The rest of her knows she wishes to respond to his in kind.

Yet, she feels one more thing must be said before letting her passions control her entirely. Lantaa pulls away from his kiss, only so she might ease herself to lay over him, one hand directing him look at her. It would be easy for him to reach and pull her back in front of him if he so desires, but her gaze is locked to his for a moment. ]

Why would I? [ An older look takes her gaze then, as if the force that compells all of her feelings for him attempts to reach him. An ancient soul attempting to bridge those countless years.

Her thumb brushes along his lower lip again before gently brushing along his whole mouth. She would even gently touch his fangs if he would not find the notion strange at all. ]

My love... my one and only. These circumstances are only ones brought on by this life. It doesn't matter to me what person this life or any mold you into. I love you as I always have. [ Then, Lantaa brushes her lips slowly over his. A tantilizing, teasing, nudging notion to hopefully capture every part of him she wishes to have. The knight, the vampire, and the ancient soul. ] Connection... no. We are bonded in all lives and every life. Promised to one another.

[ She finds it easier to channel those ancient emotions than to speak her desires in this life. Almost as if the fear and anxiety have no hold over her when it comes to her feelings of the soul, merely the life they live now. Though, perhaps if she can find a way to express it without saying it...

Lantaa brushes her lips against his again. Then, the corner of his mouth, his jaw. The hand at his back moves to sit on his waist. She presses herself against him with the suggestive inclination in mind once more. ]

No matter the life, I promised to be with you. Vampire or not. [ Her instincts knock hard--to the point she almost returns the kiss he gave her to his jaw. Instead, she nudges along his cheek and nose. ] Just you; only you.

Edited 2022-11-21 18:59 (UTC)

[ Perhaps his determination to shower her with as much love as he can is just another attempt on his part to distract him from the horror and disgust directed at himself that he feels nearly every day, and every hour as well. He may well be beyond saving and redeeming, but if he can show love to another, at least that fills up his thoughts and feelings with something other than revulsion. He is certain thoughts of that nature would not make sense to anyone else, but it is all he has to hold onto, or so he tells himself.

He certainly would not be lying if he said that he desires her. He truly does, and he wishes he could hold her and make love to her and fill up all of his senses (except for one) with her. He would do all that and more, but of course he draws the line at drinking her blood. Perhaps that will be a point of contention between them, but treating one as a source of food is hardly loving them. ]

Yes, why would you? Why would anyone? [ None but the two he named have come close. Well, that may be unfair to the faithful steward and house maid that have remained with him. But aside from those four, he still believes that no one else could ever care for him in any fashion. ] I am- astonished that I do not detest you or cause you disgust. If it is truly as you say and who I am now is not who I am in every life... [ His words trail off, because truthfully, while he believes they belong together, to comprehend it all with his limited thinking feels like quite the impossible task.

But then she brushes her lips against his, and against his better judgment, he leans in just a fraction. ]

I will say it again: I do not deserve you. I do not deserve any of this. [ But like hers, his instincts are making themselves known, and he chooses to follow them by pressing his lips against hers once more. ]

[ Perhaps it is her natural inclination to akasha (or dynamis as hee familiar refers to it) that allows her to connect to those ancient feelings easier than him. She couls connect to his through his aether and feel everything he does, while being far from a mindreader. However, she feels she does not need to. His emotions and thoughts have always been easy for her to read in any life.

She doubts that it has ever been a matter of deserving. They found each other many ages ago and decided that they were to be together in all lives that followed. That is what matters the most to her. That even through all their lives together, he would still wish to be with her. Any form he is blessed or cursed with is worth it in her mind if he would still have her.

Words may not be enough to express what she wishes him to know as answers. Actions and feelings may be what he needs. So, she meets him for the kiss. Her insticts insist she press fast, begging him to ffill the missing place in her heart that has been unabled to be filled. Instead she kisses him slowly and sensually, trying to create a sense of allure and passion. If it once more awakens the darker instincts? She will gladly embrace them.

Lantaa knows she cannot have him lay on his back. She decides to let him decide if he will move them as she is leaned over him. The hand at his hip moves along his waist as the need to touch him and be touched knocks hard against her, but she again decides to move at the pace he wishes. She may be too demanding... ]

Edited 2022-11-24 06:48 (UTC)

[ Something inside him is stirring, and it takes him a moment to realize just what that something is. He longs for intimacy, the kind of intimacy that happens between couples. Perhaps it is his own ancient instincts speaking, saying that it has been too long since they took each other in that way. Perhaps it has not even been very long at all, but a sort of need and longing is driving him now.

He should not move so that he is lying on his back, but he decides to put aside reason. He reaches for her arms, carefully taking hold of them, and he sinks slowly back down onto the bed, pulling her with him. It might be uncomfortable, and she might disapprove, but any discomfort that he feels is well worth having her near him.

If she allows him to tug her down, then he will offer another kiss, while he contemplates how to further please her and tell her she is everything he could have asked for, and more besides. ]

[ Lantaa follows his guidance with no hesitation. She feels drawn to him as a magnet would, unable to break the natural spell they seem to weave between them. Her eyes only open once she realizes he lays fully on his back and she is on top of him. She weighs very little compared to him (perhaps unhealthy so), but the rational side of her mind jumps to an alert state at the weight to his back. ]

Aymeric, your back... [ Her words trail off the moment his lips meet hers. In one gesture she not only melts against him but falls into his kiss entirely.

She is unsure if their magnetism to one another is purely their bond due to their souls, or if it has become amplified due to his vampiric nature. Yet, the desire for him seems to only amplify as their kiss continues. A gentlen yet hungry sound leaves her once their kiss breaks to breathe. She feels as if she is clay waiting for him to mold to his desires. The mere idea causes a powerful wave of desire to run its course and she rock her body against his. Their height difference means her hips do not reach his without moving away from his lips.

Her ears droop once more as her tail gently sways. She'd do anything he'd tell her to do in this moment. While the lingering euphoria from sharing her blood does remain? She feels this instincts is more powerful than that. Her two-toned gaze darkens as she waits.

One hand moves to rest along side his ear on the pillow. Then, it turns, and she gently brushes her finger along the bottom line all the way to its tip. Then, she does it once more, and again. It's a motion that is so very mesmerizing. Up and down, causing her head to tilt to kiss the corner of his mouth. ]

Think nothing of it, please. [ He knows he will have to continue to reposition himself when his back begins to ache, but that is fine by him. What he wants is to know her through touch and exploration. ] I want- I mean to say, I would like to just enjoy these moments with you. [ Especially since part of him still believes that their time together will be short.

He will not allow anything to interrupt them, not even his own physical limitations or injuries. In his mind, they pale in comparison to his goal of learning more about her, so even if she does leave, he will at least have the memory of their time together to sustain him.

She rocks against him, and he thinks his senses all but flee from him then. But then she begins to touch his ear, tracing it lightly with her fingertip, and a sigh he had not known he was holding in escapes him. He relaxes further into the bed, knowing he is placing more weight on his still-injured back than he should, but he cannot help it.

Injured or not, he is more relaxed now than he can ever recall being, and he isn't about to fight against that relaxation. ]

I- Forgive me if this is premature, but I... [ His voice wavers, not with hesitancy but with emotion. ] I love... [ Why is it so hard to properly voice what he feels? ] I love you.

[ Lantaa sends a worried glance towards the side, implying how she cannot see his wound. Still, she will not press, if only because he has requested she focus on this time together. She would say they will have many more times like this together, but something else stops her from saying it. She cannot promise that. There have been many lives where they have had none together at all. How could she promise...

The fact they had spent so many lives apart simply seems to be adding fuel to the fire inside her. She continues to brush along his ear and kiss his jaw. There is almost a sense that if she can keep him with her in this moment that he may remain with her. If only she can keep him here, then he will not be torn away from her; leaving her to live yet another life alone on the star.

She only pauses once she realizes he is speaking again. Hee two-toned eyes flick up towards his face once more as the breathe catches in her throat. He once more apologizes, and once more states his love for her. She feels her heart squeeze as teaes are quick to form in her eyes . Every time she hears it feels as if a small light has come to life in her heart. Lantaa closes her eyes and presses her nose to the side of his face. ]

I love you. [ She returns the words, but attempts to muster all that she feels into those three words. The longing, the unconditional love, the passion, and the loneliness. She hopes it will reach him in the way that she means, but, there has been little reason in her life to hope.

Lantaa raises her hands to find his. Thin fingers grasp around his and guide them to the ties at the back of the bodice she wears around her black ruffled dress. Her head turns away from his slightly so he may not see the emotional pain that suddenly strikes her expression. She loves him so much... so much that she would rather lay at the bottom of the aetheric sea with him and remain if it was the alternative to living even one more life without him... ]

Please don't leave me behind again. [ She whispers the words almost if they are meant to be said to herself. Lantaa turns her head towards the pillows beside him before pressing herself once more to him. Those ancient feelings almost seem to be crying out for him to hear. ] Please...

[ He could spend this moment and all the moments after it doing his best to memorize her: how she looks, how she feels, the way she talks... He wants to know all of her, as much as she will share with him, because they are each other's pair and they belong together in every way. ]

Leave you? [ He asks the question even as he lets her guide his hands to the back of her dress and the ties that can be found there. His fingers rest on them, not beginning to undo them just yet as he tries to form an answer. ] Why would I leave you when I have just found you? Or rather, when you found me? In any life, why would I leave you?

[ Perhaps that is not the way this works. Perhaps they have no choice nor say in when they are reborn or in how long they must remain. But a surge of stubbornness overtakes him although his touch remains gentle. If neither of them can stand to be parted from the other, then they simply will not be. He knows not how he can make that happen, but perhaps resistance is possible. ]

I will not leave you. I promise. [ And he means to uphold that promise even if he has to argue and bargain and even fight to do so. ]

[ I don't know.

That would be the answer she would give him if she could lie to him. She does know to some degree. She knows only that they were kept apart due to circumstances in so many lives. The feeling he had another in one stands out the most then, but, why he had another is lost to her. All that remains are the memories of the emotions of heartbreak at seeing him with another. Surely there were instances in which the blame fell on her... ]

Life is unfair, and cruel, and doesn't care about our bond. [ The words are whispered and sound more mumbled than anything. ] It pulls apart over and over...

[ Lantaa shakes slightly at his promise. The words act as a balm for her wounded heart and a gentle whine comes from her soul as she tries not to cry. Instead, she once more presses against him and tilts her head into his neck. She brushes her nose along the lines there and plants a gentle kiss once more to his exposed bite scars. ]

I want to be close to you again. [ One hand gently slides down his arm, fingertips gliding over the skin in an attempt to be sensual. They travel down and to his chest, moving along the lines of his muscles as an attempt to learn him. ] I want to be yours again...

[ Her words do not bring him any sense of ease; if anything, they only cause him to feel more troubled. ] And there truly is nothing that either of us can do. [ At least, that is what he is hearing, and it does not sit well with him at all. ] It does not seem right that we should be mere pawns, pulled away from each other when that is the last thing that we desire, regardless of the way in which it happens.

[ His hands clench into fists for a moment as his dissatisfaction with what he has learned begins to swell up into a storm. But in the midst of that storm, he still has enough calm left to reassure her. ]

You are- You are close to me. [ He knows he has not let her in so far, but now he is resolved to see that changed. ] And you are mine. I will not have anyone separate us, not now.

[ The small sound that leaves her is not quite a whine, nor a cry, or even a huff. Instead it seems to almost be one of resignation to a fate. One that seems determined to set them apart despite the promise they had made in one of their lives to always be together. Perhaps that is simply to always be their lot in existence: wanting what they cannot have.

Her body reflexes into his hands as they ball at her back. Her pair, her other half. All she wishes to be is at his side and to be one with him once more. Why is that something so egregious to the world? What had they ever done?

His words cause her heart to pound heavily. Lantaa presses another kiss to his scars and her hips down to him once more. She wants to believe him so badly...

Lantaa tilts her head to brush her lips against his ear once more. ] My pair.

[ She somehow manages to curl around him slightly to demonstrate she too will be remaining. ]

[ The sound she makes causes his heart to clench, but more importantly, it gives him resolve to ensure that they remain together by any means necessary. They do belong together, and even if fate decides to pull them apart, he intends to fight. And if that fails, then he will do his level best to seek for her in every life and hold onto her as hard as he can.

Any words that he would say would be ones he has spoken already, and while he does not mind repeating himself, it seems to him that the moment for words has passed. Instead, he presses himself against her when she curls around him, and he presses yet another kiss to the side of her face. ]

Will you stay with me? [ Forever is the word he leaves unspoken, but if they are truly on the same page and understanding the lives they have lived before, he is confident she will understand his meaning. ]

[ Yes, resigned is the word she would use to describe her feelings on the matter. Resigned to the point that if all life would do is deny her? Then, she would not partake of it. How, then, had she come to this life? Was it simply because he was to reborn and she had been convinced to try one more time? She's unsure.

Her mind returns to the present as he pushes up against her. Doubts and worries pass over her as he asks his question. What matters in this moment is him and being with him in this life. She will do her utmost for him, regardless of knight or vampire. ]

Forever. [ The word comes to her instantly and she is certain she has said it before.

Lantaa moves then. She shifts to sit up, despite how she wishes every inch to be close to him. Instead, she moves downward to sit upon his hips, bringing herself to rest over him once more. A shiver takes her person. She moves her hips experimentally to see if he enjoys how she moves against him even if they are not directly touching.

She shivers again and shifts her hips to him once more. Gods ... ]

[ Aymeric has been resigned to his lot in life: to keep to himself, never drawing too much attention simply because he does not wish to. Meeting Alkaid has changed his inclinations, perhaps even drastically, and now he feels that he must combat those feelings of resignation that both of them have.

Perhaps the best way to do that is to do his best to set aside any lingering hesitancy on his part and simply be with her with nothing barring their way.

With that in mind, he raises himself off the bed to press his hips against hers. ]

You are mine, my pair. Always.

[ Her eyes widen a fraction as he pushes himself up. Worry for his injury clearly crosses her face until he presses his hips to hers. Once more the worry of a healer quickly leaves, and only the lost young woman in the cave with an ancient soul remains.

She melts against him with her ears falling once more. The feeling of euphoria that barely lingered feels rekindled in a way. Especially as he speaks and calls her his. It causes a ripple in her, as if the ancient soul is elated to hear it once more, and eager to truly be his in all ways once more. Lantaa makes a pleased sound and drapes her arms around his shoulders once more. ]

Yours, forever. [ She whispers the words in his ear, shifting against him once more. She wants to feel his desire and knight and vampire for her. In return, she will give him hers as a witch and white mage. ] And, you are my one and only... now and always.

[ The ache from the injury continues to trouble him, yet he pays it no mind as he wants to focus on these moments with her. He may well pay for it later, but he will address that when the time comes.

He is content to simply remain with her in silence, enjoying her company and hoping that she is enjoying his, but he has one question for her: ]

What shall we do now? Or more specifically, what would you like to do now? [ They could very well remain this way and he would not complain, but he wishes to know if she has any needs that he can meet for her besides what he has already done. In his mind, he has done very little, and he would strive to change that by any means necessary. ]

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