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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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[ As soon as she speaks and offers to fetch a rat, he freezes. For him, the apprehension about being seen while he feeds is still present, but more than that, he does not want to feed from a rat, not this time. It is a strange turn of events, and perhaps it is his instincts that are leading the way now, but he wants food from another source. He just never thought he would admit to it.

Shaking his head slowly and reluctantly, he tries to put into words what he wishes. ] I- This time, I think that I would like...

[ The words trail off before he can finish the sentence, because even though he knows what it is he wants, he is reluctant to ask for it. He still fears causing her harm by feeding from her, just as he still fears that she will resent him for it, despite her assurances to the contrary. ]

[ Lantaa's eyebrows knit as he freezes. Had she said something wrong? Her tail sways slightly underneath the blankets as she does her best not to be anxious. She rests her hands in her lap, and despite her best efforts, she begins to twist her fingers. Had suggesting she retrieve food for him been wrong? Perhaps he was asking for her to give him permission to leave?

Her mouth opens in order to suggest the very idea, but she stops the moment he begins to speak. Then, her ears truly stand on end. ]

You would like...?

[ There is no point in delaying this any longer, nor is there anything he could say to buy himself more time. All he can do is make the request and wait to see if she rejects it or not. ]

Could I- Would it be all right if I drank from you instead? [ How ridiculous those words sound to his ears, but there is no graceful way of saying them. ]

[ Her eyes widen once more once he finally requests what it is he wishes. Truth be told, she is surprised at first. He would drink from her with no qualms? Without her needing to coherse him into the act for his own good? He... desires her in such a way outside of his base instincts?

Yet again, she wishes she might be able to speak to him without the mental barriers he places on himself when acting as a knight. He has smiled at her with hunger and desire in relation to her person and her blood, and even taken her in such a manner. However... she would simply wish to know without the conjectures. ]

Are you certain? [ Of course he is, after all, he asked.

She cannot see his eyes with the lack of light to know if they are tinted red, or if he has finally started to learn how to integrate his vampiric desires. She knows the tone of voice he has when those desires are in control, but that does not seem to be the case either. No, it seems to be a very conscious decision made by her knight as her pair. As such, she should respond in kind.

Lantaa reaches for his arm and gives a gentle tug for him to sit up in bed with her. His injury has long since healed, thus this time he does not need to lay down as he eats. Once he is sitting, she moves to sit properly in front of him, nearly in the space between his legs. She rolls her sleeve up and presents her arm for him to take. ]

Unless you would rather eat from another place? [ Her neck will always be off-limits, but she is unsure if another place would be favorable.

Then, she adjusts to her side for him. Her other hand raises and drapes over his shoulders so she can brush the ends of his hair down. ]

All you ever need do is ask, Aymeric. Please... take all you need to.

Edited 2023-02-26 18:23 (UTC)

[ He does have some qualms of course, but if they are truly to be together, that means that he must find a way to work past the things that hold him back. If he can manage to feed from her without recoiling, then perhaps he can work towards the other issue he has had: speaking to her when he wishes or when she needs him to. ]

I am. [ I think I am. But aloud, he says no such thing. If he does not speak with confidence, then she is sure to pick up on his lingering uncertainty. He smiles just a fraction at the tug she gives and he sits up as requested. ]

Not at all. There- There is fine. [ She is, after all, offering it to him. It is not his place to make demands. He still wonders how she does not recoil from him in fear given what he is about to do. Surely none would call having their blood drained and consumed pleasant. ]

You truly do not mind this? I would think that it would be uncomfortable and- Well, and frightening. [ Perhaps his recollection of being bitten is coloring his opinion on the subject, but better to ask her how she feels than to go on imagining it. ]

[ Her fingers entwine in his hair in an attempt to soothe his worries. She can tell he still frets to some degree over it. This is not an act one can turn a habit on quickly. He has spent years despising what he is. One night, and a few times of eating from her will cannot cause a turn about. Instead, she is more than willing to go at his pace and his preferred method of eating. It is, after all, his appetite and nature. ]

No, I don't mind at all. It is your nature... what sort of pair would I be for you if I couldn't handle discomfort such as this? [ Lantaa leans in and gently nudges his temple with her nose. ] You never frighten me, Aymeric. Even with your vampiric nature in control.

[ It would not be surprising if his past experience was coloring his perception. His was an attack, an assault on who and what he was to change him. The intention behind their exchange is entirely different and far more loving and, in a way, sensual. She presses one more nudge to his temple before placing a kiss to his cheek. ]

Edited 2023-02-27 06:05 (UTC)

I believe you, of course, but what sort of partner and pair causes harm to his pair? [ He may not know very much about relationships, but it seems that a relationship in which one half causes harm to another is a strange sort of relationship indeed. But she has told him that it does not matter to her, nor does it trouble her, and he is doing his best to hold onto that. ] So with that in mind, if I must indulge my- my nature, I intend to cause you the least amount of harm possible.

[ She most likely knows that as well, but he feels the need to state it plainly for his benefit and hers. ]

And you can and should tell me to stop at any time. [ His gaze shifts to her arm, but he does not want to help himself unless she has given him permission to. ]

[ Lantaa merely nods to his resolution as she finds there is little she can say to counter his point. It does not seem to be pain in her eyes, but the fact of the matter is that he is feeding from her. He must take some of her life force to live. And while it can be replenished? The act is not what one might consider "normal." Yet, neither of them are truly normal. ]

Of course, Aymeric. [ Her tone is soft and gentle, but the sound of agreement in her voice. She knows that he will stop himself before harm comes to her, but she will most certainly act as that security he needs. ] Please... do what you need to be healthy.

[ Lantaa shifts closer to him in order to rest against his chest. She hopes the meaning of comes across--that she trusts him and has placed him in control of the situation. He may hold her as he wishes, eat from her as he needs, and do as he must to make himself in control of thr situation and his own instincts. She places one kiss near his lips before settling against him and in his arms.

Lantaa's gaze drops to her arm and his own gaze. She wonders if she even looks tantalizing or appetizing to him. Surely, her neck does, based on instincts alone. He had smiled before in regards to her asking if her blood was satisfying, but she still worries that perhaps her blood does not taste good, and that she is unappealing to his vampiric side... and maybe that is a part of why he hates the idea of feeding from her...

Her hand flexes and she leans against him entirely. Maybe one day she will be able to ask him without the idea causing him to recoil. ]

[ Perhaps he will always have some level of uncertainty and insecurity about taking the actions he must in order to remain healthy. But he imagines that if he were to neglect himself, she would not be happy. She might even be distraught. Before he met her, he would have contemplated such a thing, but meeting her and being reminded that they have shared many lives together has given him reason to continue rather than giving up.

He may not care overly much for himself, but he does want to see her be happy and content. If his still being here does that for her, then that is reason enough. ]

Then I shall, because you have asked. [ He wonders privately if one such as himself can ever really be healthy, but he leaves that comment unsaid. Even so, the thought that he might not feed from her and simply hold her and share in this moment with her is sounding rather loudly in his thoughts. Perhaps it would distress her to know that he does not look upon her as one would their food. He only sees the woman who has consented to remain with him even with his rather distasteful present identity.

She is far more than he deserves, and when he looks at her, he marvels at her physical beauty but her inner one as well.

Perhaps the reason why he recoils from the idea of describing the taste of her blood is that he feels doing so would diminish who she is, as he knows she is far more than someone from whom he feeds. But if she were to ask him again, he would say that he does enjoy the taste and her appearance.

And with that thought in the back of his mind, he lightly presses a fang against her skin until a small hole forms. Then he presses his lips against her and rather than drinking as one would from a vessel, he lightly traces the area with the tip of his tongue. Better to start slowly than to jump right in, or so he believes. ]

[ Distraught would be the most accurate way to describe it. A panic, a worry, and perhaps even a lack of understanding as to why he would not care for himself now that they had finally reunited. Even if he had refused to feed from her, and instead chose to live off rats and animals, he should at least care for himself in some manner. Otherwise he would wither away... and perish...

She gives a small smile to him. She wishes that he might find the will and drive to care for himself because he desires to continue to live--not merely because she has asked him to stay. He had asked her to come to his home, to seek shelter with him, and even before then asked her to try a mortal life once more. If anything? She exists and lives in this life because of his desire... which means she ought to care for him and herself to see his wish fulfilled.

The frame of mind is a delicate one to be certain. She does not wish to be simply substance. However, she would like to know that if he does need it from her, that it is appealing and desirable. The act of feeding from a living being is deplorable enough for him, and she would hate to be... well, disgusting on top of it. A delicate and odd frame of mind to be certain, however, it is the reality of their shared life. He is what he is, and she cannot change it, merely help him carry the burden.

Her arm twitches as one might when something collides with it, but she does not pull away. A blush takes her face at the gentleness, and rather frankly, the near sensuality of his motion compared to the last time he had taken blood from her. Her heart quickens, and he most certainly can feel it, but a glance will show that the blush on her face deepens as does the intensity in her gaze. There is no look of revulsion or disgust. Merely a gentle look intense look of love.

She then flexes her arm as she had before to encourage her blood to rise for him. Her ears twitch as her heartbeat thunders in her ears. ]

[ Perhaps even he does not fully understand the feelings that he possesses. What he does know is that a lingering feeling exists that tells him that there are those who would prefer he not exist. Who he has become is something shameful and unwanted by most. But she does not shy away from him nor look upon him with fear, and in a way, that makes him feel bolder somehow. She wishes to be with him, to live with him, and she even seems to wish for him to take from her what he needs to survive.

Perhaps he might not say so in so many words, but the slow licks of her blood becomes less satisfying as the minutes go by. He does not wish to leave lasting marks behind as evidence of his feeding, but his need is greater than even he realized. Still, he will not take more than is needed, and he may even limit himself to avoid causing her harm.

But with all the care and precision that he used when placing the first fang mark, he adds a second one beside it to increase the flow that he takes into himself. Draining her dry has not been, nor will it ever be an option, but he finds that he needs just a fraction more than a drop or two here and there.

In the moments between his feeding, he says: ] Tell me if this becomes too much and I will stop. [ If he must do this distasteful but necessary task, he intends to do it as carefully as possible. ]

Edited 2023-03-01 03:44 (UTC)

[ There are most certainly those that think that way. After all, there were those that thought her people shouldn't exist. They coupled with the voidsent that wanted them all dead. They nearly succeeded, but she remains. If she can remain, than he certainly can too. Even if they are only there for one another.

Her head tilts into his shoulder as she watches him. The blush has disappeared to leave only a slightly curiosity. The difference between this moment and when his instincts are in full control is so obvious to her now. He moves timidly that she wonders if he will truly be able to feed at all.

Lantaa leans forward just enough to kiss the side of his head. Her arm flexes once more to aid him in eating before she lowers her voice to a whisper. ]

Aymeric, I promise. I'll be fine. You won't hurt me, you know that. [ She kisses the side of his head once more. ] I can heal whatever marks you leave. So, please. Eat.

[ This time she does not compell. She does not take her voice into tones to coax his vampiric nature forward. This time, she only requests. The hope is that he will follow her request. ]

[ Even he still wrestles with those thoughts as she well knows. He has doubts about his ability to be a contributing member of society, if anyone would even accept him as one. But he supposes that now that he and Lantaa have finally found each other, they might be able to support each other when times become challenging.

He still remains fearful of hurting her or causing harm that cannot be healed, and that is why his movements are so timid and hesitating.

When she kisses him, some of the tension in his form fades and he very nearly leans against her as if in search of comfort. But doing so would be stopping his feeding, and so he tries to resist that urge. ]

I do know that, but I- [ Remain afraid of going too far... ] I am afraid that I might not be able to stop, or know when to stop, or wish to stop. I have said this before, I am sure, but I am still afraid.

[ But even with his lingering fear, he does not stop, continuing to draw from her what he needs. Even as he does, the thought occurs to him that he might stop before he is completely full, so as to not take too much from her.

After another moment or two, he withdraws his fangs from her skin and pulls back just slightly. ]

Even with your vampiric nature in control, you knew when to stop. You are still you, my love. I know you fear you are not, but, you are.

[ Lantaa kisses him once more before offering him a reassuring smile. She watches as he continues to lightly feed, and she can't help but wonder if he truly has had enough to eat. Yet, it seems he has reached the point he will allow himself to eat. Instead of prodding him further, she smiles once more and raises her fingers to her arm. Once she is certain he has finished? Her fingers brisk over the holes he has made and heal them entirely.

Then, she settles comfortably against him once more. The familiar feeling of not only contentment, but floating begins to wash over her. Ah, yes, the after effects of his feeding. It seems as if it will happen after every feeding... but she can't say it is unwelcome. Her hand raises to rest on his chest, while the other moves to rest on his leg. That desire to have him touch her all over returns as well. After how the night has been, she very much doubts he would be in the mood, and thus it is up to her to try and reign in the reactions he gives her. ]

Are you certain you ate enough...?

In time, I may no longer doubt myself, but that seems to be the issue: time. [ To him, that is the test: as time passes, will he still be able to rein himself in or will those darker instincts become stronger and overpower his will and what he knows is right? Do voidsent become more evil and dangerous as time goes by?

He is certain that his worries must show on his face even as he watches her heal the damage he caused and then moves to settle against him. Without hesitation, he pulls her in closer, and with his free hand, his fingers begin to ghost along her arm and then move to her hip and thigh.

When she poses the question, his eyebrows lift just slightly. He knows that he feels hollow somehow, still empty as if he did not take enough from her. But he would rather only take the edge off than fill himself completely and risk causing her harm. He will not tell her that is what he has done, and he hopes that she will not find out. ]

I am. Thank you again, Lantaa. [ It might not be customary to thank the person who had their blood drained, but he feels that he must thank her regardless. ] How do you feel?

[ She gives a nod to his statement. He has already come so far since they've first met--and it has only been a handful off weeks. He refused to even consider his vampiric nature before hand, and now he is at least willingly taking some blood from her. If he only eats this way from now on? She will be content in that.

Lantaa follows his guiding without question. She turns so that her side is pressing against his front. As long as most of herself is touching him, then, she will be fine and the contact will be enough. Especially as he still holds her hand in one, and his fingers begin moving along her arm, hip, then thigh. A gentle content sound leaves her as she rubs her cheek into his shoulder. ]

You're welcome, Aymeric.

[ She smiles as her eyes drift close. Her ears droop lazily, and her tail begins to sway side to side slowly. How does she feel? Rather, how honest should she be? Given his nature as a knight of the Holy See of Ishgard, she rather doubts he would wish to be wanton as Miqo'te seems to be. She instead rubs her cheek against his shoulder once more as her fingers trace small patterns along his nightshirt. ]

I'm fine.

[ After all, you took so much less than the first time...

Then again, he was direly wounded the previous time he fed from her. Perhaps it is different now because he had eaten most of the rat before hand. Something tells her that perhaps he did not have his fill... but she would rather not push how comfortable he is with the idea of feeding from her. She would much rather continue to trace along his shirt with the tips of her fingers and have his own brisk along her skin. Although, she does allow her hip to shift so that more of her thigh is open to his fingers. ]

[ To him, it does not feel as though he has come very far at all, but he can at least recognize that he is taking steps to move past everything that would tie him down. But some progress is better than none at all. ]

I feel as though I owe you a great debt, as you have helped me and stayed with me, when very few would.

[ He still isn't sure how best to repay her, so for the moment, he settles on giving her the touches that she seems to crave. His fingers ghost along her thigh, occasionally straying a little closer to the inside, nearer to her more intimate areas, and he does not pause or remove them when that happens. Based on their past encounters, as few as they are, she seems to enjoy being touched everywhere, even in areas that he might not have the right to touch. ]

Does my taking from you truly not cause you discomfort? I can only imagine that it must cause something unwanted, as it is not a natural occurrence at all. [ One should not drink the blood of another, and yet here they are. ]

[ Her head tilts ever so slightly into his shoulder once more. Lantaa opens her eyes enough to look at him with a dazed, yet still inquisitive, look upon her face. ]

You owe me no debt. Why would you? I'm... I'm your pair, and your someone. I do it because I love you, and it is my duty to care for and heal you. Just as it always has been.

[ She knows so much of the knowledge and feelings of their past lives remains locked away from him. Yet, she wonders if that is perhaps for the best. He is not driven nor ruled by emotions that cling to him from before, unlike her. He is free in that sense. Free to love, to live, to chose how he wishes to. Where as she refuses to love another or engage with much of anything without him at her side.

Lantaa lifts the hand from his chest to rest against his cheek. Then, she begins to trail down along his jawbone and his chin. The tips of her fingers brush along his lips as her expression turns to a gentle dazed smile. She wonders if he craves the affection and physical contact as well... or if he merely humors her.

Her eyes only slightly as his fingers move inward on her thigh. The familiar desires suddenly knock loud and hard against her resolve to not overly indulge in the euphoria that will seem to follow every time he feeds. A shiver takes her as she feels familiar shocks run up her spine. Lantaa melts entirely against him then.

It shouldn't be terribly embrassing as hes had her before...

Oh, he had asked a question. Lantaa turns her hand to rest her fingers under his chin, leaving only her thumb to brush his lips. How honest should she be for her pair? ]

Anything that pierces the skin is uncomfortable at the very start... but, I don't mind... it's the nature they've plagued you with. They've changed you into who and what you are... and if I can't reverse or heal that damage done? Then, the least I can do is help you carry the burden. A-as a lady-wife should.

[ The last bit truly slips without notice from her. Her gaze drops to his lips for but a moment before she forces her eyes to return to his. They remain the sky-blue that she loves so much, and she has to wonder if her dazed and darkened two-tone eyes is unattractive then. Just as perhaps her blood and her appearance must be...

Her fingers curl around his that still hold her other hand. Then, she shifts slightly more to press her side to his front with her leg moving to welcome more of his touches further in. ]

Aymeric... [ A content sigh leaves her. Her tone shifts to the deeper and alluring one he must know so well. Yet, there is no sign of attempting to compel him or capture his attention as both knight and vampire. Merely a statement of his name in the tone drawn from the pleasure of his finger leaving their shocks in their wake.

It's hardly as if she is alluring without magic anyways. ]

Edited (typos whoop) 2023-03-04 18:40 (UTC)

Oh, I think I owe you quite the debt indeed. You've- Well, I rather think that you've saved me. [ In more ways than one... she certainly has given him reason to keep living rather than giving up. ] And if I haven't said it, then I have been quite thoughtless. I love you, and I hope that I can care for you as well.

[ It seems, however, that desire is knocking on Aymeric's door as well, and he can only imagine that it must be because he has fed from her, although not as much as he had previously. The act of feeding is a rather heady experience, but he likes to believe that it is even more so because he enjoys the taste of her blood, as distasteful a thought that may be.

Slipping into that state of mind in which his boldness increases and his desire for her takes on a new life beckons to him; he simply has to accept. This time, it happens unbidden, without her needing to compel him. But he would counter the idea that she is not alluring, and quickly. ]

Lantaa... [ He says her name in almost the same instant that he leans forward to kiss her full on the mouth. ]

I've saved your life...?

[ Saving him from the dragon's attack is quite the obvious statement, thus, she presumes he speaks of a deeper meaning. Had he truly given up at life? Had he fallen so far into hopelessness? A pang strikes her heart then. If only she had left her cave sooner. If only she had listened to Matoya and the older Miqo'te. Then she would have found him sooner. He would not have had to suffer alone, despising himself, drifting so far into hopelessness. Perhaps she should speak to the staff of the manor to truly understand more of Aymeric's time as a voidsent before they found one another.

The ancient part of her trembles inside. It had been his reassurance that led her to this current incarnation, and he had spoken so assuredly earlier that these events had meant to be. Does Costas, and thus Aymeric, find it all worth while in the end?

Still, she smiles at him. ]

Then, you have saved me in return, my love. [ Her thumb passes over his bottom lip once more. ] My knight who came and swept me from my own self made prison... when you could have left me there for the rest of my days.

[ That was the outcome she had expected once he had awakened and spoken to her the very first time. She had thought he would not recongize her as his soulmate, and merely seen a witch that must certainly be callous and unforgiving. Now, however, she is nestled in his embrace and balancing on an edge of indulging herself, or slipping into that state that drove them past their boundaries the first time.

She would have returned the notion of his love if his mouth was not on hers. The words and questions she has slip away for the moment. Lantaa instead kisses him back, her lips parted for his own. If he would indulge in the euphoric feeling, then she ought to as well. Perhaps instead of it being a way for a vampire to lure his prey, it is a way for them to bond.

She shifts in his arms for the ease of their kiss, hand curling around his, while the other trails from his jaw and down to the hand at her thigh. She rests hers on top of his, fingers gently brushing along his to not only encourage but touch him as well. ]

Yes, I believe you have.

[ A shadow briefly crosses his face but it is quickly replaced by a warm smile. ] I believe that I would have ceased to hope for anything more than the life I've been living until now. [ Perhaps it makes no sense at all, but somehow, she has given him a reason to continue and a reason to be hopeful again.

Of course, the events of the past cannot be undone, and he is certain he shall not forget them, but perhaps as long as she remains with him, the two of them can create new memories. ]

Well... I suppose it would be accurate to say that we have saved each other. After all, I would not have been present to assist you in leaving your cave if you had not treated me when I needed healing. But I could not have left you there.

[ He may not be certain of very much, but he is certain that he would never have left her in that cave after what she did for him. A fine sort of repayment that would be.

Of course, they will both need to come up for air at some point, but he lingers with his kiss for as long as he can. When he finally separates from her, even by the barest fraction, he asks: ]

Where and how would you have me? [ Because his own instincts are telling him to cross over that threshold again so that they might become one with each other in a physical sense, as they already are in their minds and hearts. It seems to him that she wishes for that sort of intimacy, but he asks in search of that confirmation.

While he awaits her answer, he continues to touch her on her thigh, but his fingers move closer to the inner part of said thigh, as if teasing her with his own desire to move beyond mere touch and a more intimate, almost carnal action. ]

[ While brief, her expression changes into a frown at the shadow that crosses his face. The incident that changed him must have been traumatic. Not merely the transformation, but facing his assailant as well. Perhaps she ought to also question the staff to find the identity of who was the one that changed him. Not that she could do much in terms of revenge, but, if she could better understand that moment, perhaps it might help her comfort him. ]

I thought I would spend the rest of my days in the cave. That one day Master Matoya would return and chide me for staying, but... I... I thought it was the safest place. I wanted to leave and find a real home... but...

[ Her gaze drops as does the volume in her voice. It was rather obvious that she could not bring herself to. The trauma and fear have not resolved themselves entirely, as she still fears leaving even the Manor by herself and being found. Her ears lower slightly with the frown on her face. Could she truly have left the cave without his aid? While she could tell herself that she would be able to? Something inside her knows better. Without his compelling and walking with her from it? She would have remained there for the rest of her days.

His question causes her ears to stand on end and eyes to widen in anticipation. She can almost hear those darker instincts leaking into his voice. Or, perhaps she is imagining it. Her heartbeat pounds louder in her ears. She can't help but wonder if he can sense the way he makes her heart skip a beat or pound like a drum. There is so much of his nature she would ask him of in order to better understand it, but she rather doubts he would speak of it.

She shifts in his arms in response to his teases. He is rather adept at making her impatient, even if the two of them most likely have had no one else. Then again, perhaps it is the knowledge of lives in the past that leak through. No doubt he could lead her along and wind her around his finger if he attempted it.

Lantaa leans back in his arms, tugging their joined hands together for him to follow. If he would ever have her atop of him she would not hesitant to comply. However, she very much likes the idea of him being able to curl around her. There is a gentle feeling of security that encompasses her when he holds her in such ways--regardless of the activities performed or not.

Lantaa gently brushes her lips against his before staring up into the eyes of the one she loves more than anything else on their star. Her hand leaves his at her thigh, still shifting her hips to encourage him, but cups the side of his face. Her fingers gently brush the edges of his hair that fall in front of his ear. ]

I love you. [ She whispers it, almost as if it ought to be a secret no one else should hear. ] I'm not certain I could ever put the feeling into words that adequately describe it to you, Aymeric. It truly does not matter if you've been made into a vampire or not. Everything of mine already belongs to you, and always has. It always will.

[ She brushes her lips along his again and offers him a bright smile. ] My one and only, and my pair. [ A small nudge of her nose to the side of his. ] I would have you as you are, both natures in harmony, in love. If... well... that is how you see me.

[ He would just as soon forget it as recall it, even though he knows full well that all the efforts in the world to block it from his mind would be in vain. Perhaps the clarity with which he remembers it will fade with time, but he doubts that it will ever be completely gone. ]

A fine pair we make. [ He thinks of them as a pair, and she is his pair, but they are not so different at all. ] You had your cave, and I had this house: both prisons in their own ways. [ A thought occurs to him and he tilts his head to one side while he tries to put it into words. ] You wished to find a real home... It does not need to be said, but this is your home, and you are free to do with it what you wish, to turn it into one.

[ He has not been able to care for it as much as he would have liked, but he has tried to not neglect it either. Still, he believes it could benefit from her presence here, and so he is more than willing to let her use it as she wills.

He wishes to do more, to touch her everywhere he can reach, but there is a question contained within her words that he feels he must answer. ]

I see someone that I desire very much, in all ways. In how you look, how you talk, and how you... how you taste. [ He very nearly faltered there, but he knew that if he did, she might well interpret that as him not liking the taste of the blood she offers, when that is as far from the truth as it is possible to be. Indeed, he believes that he has developed a liking for her blood, and a lack of interest in ever drinking from another. He has no reason to now that they are together, but he believes that the taste of anyone else's blood would pale in comparison. ] You are everything I could have hoped for and more than I deserve.

[ Traumas seem to never fade. Even now, so far from the events of the night that took her clan and home away, the nightmares still haunt her. They have lessened since finding her love, as if merely sleeping beside him has become a balm to the wounds on her heart. ]

We promised to find one another, but trapped ourselves instead. [ A thoughtful comment. If not for Estinien having met both of them? They most likely would still be trapped in their respective prisons.

Her gaze snaps back to his when he says it is their home. He is not merely inviting her to live with him, but also asking her to share a home with her. Perhaps it is not a something that seems to be a large deal to others, however, it is monumental to her. He would have her as his pair, his lady, have her with him in his home, and perhaps even his wife. The fingers playing idly with the ends of his hair stop. Then, she combs her hands through his hair to pull it from his face. ]

I would be honored to share your home. [ She continues to whisper and gives him a smile with tears pricking the corner of her eyes. ] I... I would not change your home... perhaps fix it, aid it, and give it thr love and attention it deserves. But, I would not change a thing.

[ Of course, her meaning is double, without implying more.

He is far from done with surprising her it seems. Lantaa's eyes widen as he continues to describe his thoughts and feelings for her. His fingers still gently touch her thigh, causing her to shiver and her leg to slightly tremble. She would have him to continue to touch her, but, it seems their conversation has taken the most importance. ]

H-how I taste? [ Her voice stammers as well, with red taking her cheeks. ] I... I thought you would find it--me--distastful. Disgusting. Because ...because you dislike eating as you need. [ Lantaa looks down with more of the blush taking her face. Her tail lifts and sways beside them with a twitch to her ears. She honestly never expected him to say either way. ] W-what about it is ... is so appealing?

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

I imagine those who have never been in a position such as ours would not understand, but I believe that it was done out of self-preservation. [ And fear. Of course, it was done from a place of fear.

He smiles as he takes in her reaction to his saying that his home is now theirs, a place that they both share. He can no longer imagine this house without her in it, and therefore, he would like to see tangible indicators that there is someone living here other than him. Not that he has left much of a mark upon the house, because he simply did not wish to. Even the creatures that he fed on were not kept in the house any longer than necessary, and he did his best to not leave any traces of blood behind after his feedings.

He desired to keep the house the way it had been when his family was alive, and he believes he has done as well as anyone could have. ]

There is not very much to work with, and I mean that in the best sense. My parents lived in this house, and everything is how they left it. [ But life has left this house, although it could come back now that she is here. His eyes widen slightly as he realizes the dual meaning of her words, and then he smiles, although it is a small one.

They may be engaged in conversation now, but he still allows his fingers to trace along her leg and thigh. ]

Yes... yes, how you taste. [ He falls silent for a second or two while he tries to put how he feels into words. ] I- When I feed, I taste... [ His eyes seem to flash here, and when he blinks, a tint of red is present in them. ]

I taste love, and desire, and- I want you.

Edited 2023-03-10 07:22 (UTC)

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

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