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

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. ]

[ How could he see it as having done so little for her? They have only just reunited in this life, and even more so, it truly is their first conversation. Yet, the ancient feelings driving her make it feel as if they have always known each other and spoken in such ways. Nothing needs to be done for her--as he has already granted her deepest wish--and she would not have anything done between them as a sense of debt.

Her darkened eyes instantly lock onto his sky-blue ones. Her tail sways slightly as she battles with truly saying what she desires. Not in the same way as she and before, but out of worry he would not wish the same. Perhaps there is a sense of propriety or standards that might keep him from moving too far. The possibilities still do little to quell the insticts and passions attempting to drive her.

Lantaa shifts her hips slightly so she might press herself entirely to him. Her head tilts as she ghosts her lips across his. What she wants is him and all of him. ]

Do you want me? [ Because I want you... voidsent or not. ]

Edited 2022-12-14 04:18 (UTC)

[ What has he done for anyone? Nothing of consequence, or so he tells himself. He certainly has done little of consequence for her, at least in this life. Perhaps in one of their other lives, he did more to prove himself and the love he has for her, but it seems to him that he has done no such thing in this one. Perhaps all he needs is the opportunity, however.

His eyes also lock onto hers, and the desire to simply pull her down with him and hold onto her and even kiss her, if he finds it in him to be so daring, threatens to overwhelm nearly everything else. Those desires are only spurred along by the way she presses herself against him. ]

I- I do want you. I want- I want to have- [ All of you. The words fade on his tongue, as if his own internal critic tells him those words are far too possessive and controlling to give voice to. If he said them, they might cause her to turn away, and that is the last thing that he wants.

And as if his doubts are influencing his actions, he finds himself pulling back from her, if only just slightly. ]

[ He has their entire lives in this life to show it now. How could he have done anything to show it when they have just now met? The fact seems lost in the whirlwind of emotions and desires. She only truly wishes to aid him and support him from this moment on--to heal what she can of the heart this life has damaged so very much.

Her tail sways faster as he stammers. Perhaps he can even sense how her heartbeat quickens. However, she freezes the moment he pulls away. Her eyes widen and the fear once again strikes her heart. Ears drop to the sides as a clear worry takes her face.

No, no... please don't... don't leave me again.

Her hands lift to see about the laces on the back of her clothes. She undoes them quickly and then removes the bodice from around her and tosses it over to the side. The black frilled dress hangs loosely from her bossom.

Yet, before more of it can be shown, her hands encircle his. Once more, Lantaa closes her eyes for a brief moment. Then, they open to show the two-toned colors gently glowing. She leans forward the needed amount to brush her nose along his. ]

My love, [ Her tone shifts to the tantalizing borderline compelling one once more. She intends for her words to strike to Aymeric in all his senses and capture both waring instincts inside him. Her eyes immediately lock onto his. ] Take all of me that you wish. I am yours in all our lives.

[ To further encourage her alluring attempts, Lantaa gently presses his hands to her breasts. Her rest on top of him, but the sensation causes her hips to react. Once more she presses her hips to his, hoping he might feel her arousal as she can his. ]

I want you. All of you. Vampire and knight.

[ He knows that there is nothing he could have done before they met, and to think otherwise is foolishness. But as her tail sways and she begins removing her clothes bit by bit, he finds his gaze fixed on her, riveted by her appearance and the force that seems to be pulling him even more to her. There seems to be no resisting the force of that pull, not that he wishes to for even a minute.

And when her hands encircle his, his fingers twitch involuntarily as if betraying an unspoken need to hold and be held by another's hands. He also closes his eyes for a moment as a sense of embarrassment threatens to wash over him. But beneath the embarrassment is a longing to do as she has said, to take her and become one with her. His senses have truly been struck, and his instincts that seem more inclined to fight with each other than do anything else have finally reached an accord: he wants to have her, but more importantly, he wants to belong to her wholly and completely. ]

And I wish to be yours, in every way that you will have me. [ He pauses for a moment before posing his question to her. ] Will you show me how? [ Although he does not use those exact words, in a way, he is giving her permission to compel him as much as she wishes, to cause him to move and act however she might desire, simply because he knows he could put all of himself into her hands and she would act with care, not with selfishness. ]

[ Logically, she understands how to proceed with such things. Yet, she has never truly performed such things in this life. Everything she acts on at the moment is instinct and what the knowledge of previous lives speaks to her. She is not certain she can show him how. The hidden meaning is there, and she of course catches it, but pauses for just a moment in how to go about such things.

She trusts him to compel her to speak and move when needed. He seemingly trusts her in the same regard. She is unsure if he finds it difficult to act due to his upbringing, or the fact that he so suppresses his vampiric nature that anything that motions on the idea of instincts is something he does not trust himself with.

All she takes is a moment more to consider how to go about with his request.

One hand leaves his in order to place her fingers below his chin and guide him closer to her. Her glowing two-toned eyes look to capture his whole attention through her bangs. She does not wish to direct him entirely, but rather to encourage what he may wish to do. The tips of her fingers brush along his jaw as she once more nudges her nose to his. ]

Aymeric. [ Lantaa's tone slips back into the alluring and captivating. Her gaze attempts to encourage him to lower his walls by only a small amount. Enough so that both the knight and vampiric instincts may come to play once more. ] I would have you in all ways...and for you to have me in all ways--to be as we once were.

[ She ghosts her lips along his. ] I wish you to do as you desire to. Tell me, Aymeric... what do you wish to do the most?

[ Perhaps it would be strange for him to say that he needs that direction, that push to take action, but he believes that to be true. His worries and doubts are many, and more often than not, they keep him from acting when he should. He stays still when he should move and remains silent when he ought to speak. But even then, he knows he needs to take responsibility for himself rather than relying upon others in such ways.

Still, when her tone slips into that most alluring one, he all but snaps to attention. ] Give me an order, or direction, and I will do my best to see it done.

[ He may be a lord, but he considers himself to be lower than others in his own eyes and in the eyes of society. For just a moment, his eyes slide closed when she ghosts her lips across his, and they remain that way until he answers: ]

What do I wish? I wish... I wish to love you as much as I am able.

[ And only once he has finished speaking those words does he lean in to press a deeper kiss to her lips. ]

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

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/rolls this as done!