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you were a vision in the morning when the light came through, rhaegor (holiday party) - Chryseis - 12-28-2018 you were a vision in the morning when the light came through, i know i've only felt religion when i've lied with you and i'm still waking every morning but it's not with you . She couldn’t stay away from him. There wasn’t a force strong enough to keep the brash, bold girl from stealing away from the coastal kingdom as the afternoon gave way to evening, no matter how much her father might have disapproved of it. She loved her father more than anything, unconditionally, but right now it was no match for the inferno that Rhaegor sparked inside of her whenever she saw him, or even thought about him. Leilan, and anyone else for that matter, could think her foolish and naive, and it would never change her mind; her heart could be broken a thousand times, and as long as it was the golden prince’s doing, she would gladly endure the agony. After seeing Rhaegor on the diplomatic visit, with him practically being dangled in front of her like some sort of cruel trick and hardly being able to even touch him, she knew that she wasn’t spending another night without him in Nerine. Before he had departed to speak with her father, he had murmured the words Island Resort into her neck as he quickly embraced her, and the very feel of his breath against her skin had sent her heart into a frenzy. Nothing would keep her from going to this party. The vibrant colors of the sunset had been hardly visible above the thick forests of Taiga, and by the time she breaks from the treeline and enters Tephra, it was nearly dark. For a moment, the glowing volcano in the distance distracts her, the smoldering mountain vibrant against the darkness of the sky. She was used to the mountains of Hyaline, cold and gray, and it was almost as though Tephra was its polar opposite. Despite being on the edge of autumn, it was warm as she traversed across the kingdom that Rhaegor now made his home in, and there was a part of her that couldn’t help but to wonder if she was even going back to Nerine. When she finally reaches the twilight bridge that stretched across the expanse of water that would take her to Island Resort, she suddenly stops. Apprehension tightens her face, a heavy, sinking feeling in her heart when she thinks back to the Hyaline party. She had been just as excited for that as she was now, because of him, and yet his attention had been so quickly pulled from her. Things were always so different when they were alone; just like it had been before, and what if it is still the same? What if when there are so many other pretty faces laid before him, she is still not enough, like she hadn’t been back then? She had been biting her lower lip without realizing it, a nervous habit she sometimes had when she was too lost in her thoughts. Someone else brushes past her, awakening her from her anxiety-riddled daydream, and with a trembling sigh, she steps onto the bridge. She had to at least try; she had to give him – them – one more chance to prove that this was real. The coolness of the winter wonderland is refreshing compared to the humidity of Tephra when she steps off the bridge, the snow crunching beneath her hooves. It reminds her of Icicle Isle, and she cannot help but to smile, a giddy excitement suddenly sweeping through her at the sight of the glittering snow and the illuminating lights. There were more horses here than she had expected, but she isn’t looking at them; her eyes are scanning quickly over them, searching for the only face she cared to see. He had promised that he would wait for her just over the bridge, and for a moment she is worried that he has already become distracted, perhaps seeing someone else he knew and getting swept away. But a small crowd shifts to the side, and as they part, she finds him. When her eyes settle on his, her heart jumps, and she wonders if it will always do that every time she sees him – she hopes it will. Her black lips lift into a smile, her gaze ducking almost shyly for just an instant, before she walks towards him, her blue body a stark contrast against the bright white snow. She doesn’t know why seeing him here feels different than seeing him in Nerine, but something about it feels brand new. Despite her sudden demure attitude, she doesn’t hesitate to press against him, her delicate chest against his and her nose burrowing in the tangles of his mane. ”Rhae,” She would never tire of saying his name, and when she pulls away she lets her muzzle trail against his cheek, before her lips caress the groove of his jaw and she murmurs teasingly, ”I’m implementing a new rule,” she pauses to meet his gaze, her dark brown eyes glittering despite the somber way in which she says, ”You’re not allowed to come to Nerine on diplomatic visits, since it’s a form of torture to not be able to touch you.” chryseis @[Rhaegor] RE: you were a vision in the morning when the light came through, rhaegor (holiday party) - Rhaegor - 01-02-2019 Rhaegor the playboy Ever since that nightmare of a kingdom visit in Nerine, Rhae has been hard at work.
RE: you were a vision in the morning when the light came through, rhaegor (holiday party) - Chryseis - 01-05-2019 you were a vision in the morning when the light came through, i know i've only felt religion when i've lied with you and i'm still waking every morning but it's not with you . Never in a million years would she have thought that Rhaegor was planning a surprise for her. The fact that he had invited her to Island Resort was more than enough for her; that he wanted to take her somewhere, to let others see her and him together. Not that he had ever tried to hide her, but there was a part of her that was terrified he only liked her when they were alone – that maybe he was just as sweet to another girl when no one was looking. But like always, every trace of doubt is erased the moment their eyes meet, and they are completely eradicated when he pulls her close. The way that he calls her his girl makes her body flush warm, but she hides it by resting her cheek against his neck. He still smells a little bit of Nerine, but mainly of Tephra, and the way the scent fills her sends her heart fluttering again. But the sound of his voice inside her head makes her suddenly pull back, her eyes wide and a look of confusion clearly written on her face. ”How did you do that? Why are you in my head?” If it was possible, she would have been blushing, but instead she just lands a partially playful, partially scolding nip right on his neck. ”Stay out of there, unless you want to read something that will make you blush.” There is an almost coquettish tilt of her head, but she doesn’t pull away again when his lips grasp her neck – and she remembers exactly what he had said, just a few moments ago, about being in control and taking care of her, and she can feel that familiar heat rising in her again. For a moment, she presses back into him, scraping her teeth along the arch of his neck, and she doesn’t even care that he can suddenly read her thoughts – at least he’ll be able to know exactly what she wants. He steps back, though, and she does not hide the slightly exaggerated sigh of frustration, although she does realize that perhaps right here, in the middle of everything, isn’t the best place for their displays of affection. She follows alongside him, not yet quite realizing how similar this was to the day in Hyaline that she had shown him her hidden spot. The lights that float and glow have captured her attention, noting the way they illuminate the shimmering snow below, but occasionally stealing glances over at her golden love. She is not ignorant to the way he keeps brushing his wing against her, just enough to make her heart race and her skin tremble, and she can’t help but to wonder if he’s doing it on purpose – if he wants her on the brink of insanity. They come to a stop, for just a moment, and she looks at the solid face of rock, and the barrier of trees on the other side. The moment that Rhaegor looks at her, she knows. She doesn’t say anything, but the slow smile that spreads across her face, and the soft glow that reaches her eyes, says everything she can’t say. She follows him, then, just as he had done with her that day, a hum of anticipation beneath her skin. How did he manage to find a secret spot in a place that neither of them even lived? She had so many questions, but she follows him silently, until he breaks away from her, and she follows suit just as quickly. When she emerges from the narrow pathway, she immediately freezes, and stares, unblinking. First, she looks to the lights up above, enclosed in ice and suspended by some mysterious magic she can’t quite comprehend. And the paintings, of Hyaline, and Nerine, and Tephra – she can’t help but to look at Hyaline’s the longest, a strange clenching in her chest, and she lets her gaze linger back to Rhaegor. Hyaline was, essentially, why they were together. She likes to think that they would have found each other anyway, but being born in the same kingdom had certainly played a hand. All because she had to be annoying and decide to pester one of the triplets when she found him alone. She didn’t regret it. ”How did you…” Her voice trails off, still staring, before finally settling her gaze on his. She can’t even begin to explain the feeling that is welling up inside of her, and for a moment her dark brown eyes begin to glitter with what looks like tears, although they do not shed. She always went out of her way to try and keep everyone happy – and usually failed miserably – and it had never occurred to her that someone would one day care enough to do the same for her. It was slowly beginning to dawn on her that Rhaegor loved her the same way that she loved him. That she didn’t have to be afraid, that she didn’t have to keep erecting walls and guards against him in fear that he was going to let her down. Whatever distrust she had been harboring against him because of what had happened in Hyaline, finally dissipated. She hadn’t even noticed the gifts, until he gestures to them, and then turns to her with one of his feathers. The sound of his voice inside her head makes her flinch again – this was going to take some getting used to – but she blushes inwardly when he entwines the feather into her raven-black mane. The ice cube, cold against her warm, still feverish mouth, tastes only like Rhaegor, and when she closes her eyes, he is all that she sees – their secret place in Hyaline, at the River searching for kelpies, and curled together in Nerine. Her eyes glance upwards at the golden halo as it floats towards her, coming to rest above her dark head, complementing her metallic gold blaze. When her eyes find his again, they are quiet, thoughtful, as she finally dares to whisper in disbelief, ”I can’t believe you did all of this...for me.” She steps forward, just as he does, curling into his embrace, until the feel of his heartbeat against her chest is indiscernible from her own. Her face presses into his mane, still trying to wrap her mind around the idea that he loves her – he actually loves her. He doesn’t just say it because she’s there, and everything that her father had been trying to warn her against was wrong – completely, and utterly wrong. Of course, she had never once dared to admit to her father she had doubts – he didn’t need to know that, and he didn’t need anything else to fuel his unnecessary hatred for Rhaegor. Her doubts were typical for any girl trying to navigate her way through her first love, but with every day that passed, Rhaegor was effectively eliminating all of them. ”I love you too, Rhaegor,” She breathes against his skin, still entangled in him, even as her lips trace the familiar shape and curve of his shoulder. He was hers, actually hers, and she wasn’t letting him go. chryseis RE: you were a vision in the morning when the light came through, rhaegor (holiday party) - Rhaegor - 01-11-2019 Rhaegor the playboy Truth be told, it's not the dirty thoughts that Rhaegor finds himself excited to listen in on; until she mentions something, it had not even once occurred to him. Although the thoughts filling Chryseis' head fill the man with more ardor that he certainly doesn't need considering the state she puts him in with her presence alone, he finds himself drawn to others; others which come later, as they stand enclosed by the structure he'd had built for them. With the ice twinkling like stars, Rhaegor finds himself listening to the girl's innermost thoughts, and replying in kind.
RE: you were a vision in the morning when the light came through, rhaegor (holiday party) - Chryseis - 01-14-2019 you were a vision in the morning when the light came through, i know i've only felt religion when i've lied with you and i'm still waking every morning but it's not with you . Even though all their little moments had been leading up to this, it still seemed like it had happened so suddenly. It was like as soon as they had broken through the wall they had built between each other, there was no going back. They went from not fully being able to comprehend their feelings for each other, to not being able to remember living any differently. The idea that he had ever been anything but hers is unimaginable; not that she had ever been shy towards him, but there was something about her that she had always kept bridled. It had been that fear of being let down, of being picked over, but that apprehension didn’t live inside of her anymore. Even without his sweet voice inside of her head, his actions were showing her everything she needed to know. Her dark lips continue to caress along his neck, her teeth occasionally dragging through the tangled strands of his mane. ”I would choose you over anyone, and anything. Did you know that?” Her words are warm against his skin, but she pulls away just a little, so that her solemn brown eyes can find his, even though the sincerity of the way they were spoken would have been enough. She doesn’t want to talk about her father, or what had happened in Nerine. But she wanted him to know, to hear her say, that there was nothing anyone could ever do to change her mind about him, or to make her doubt him. When he retreats from her – just for a brief second, and their contact breaks – her skin instantly feels cold, until he is pressed alongside her once more, with his mouth dragging along her spine, and over her hip. She is used to him exploring her like this, even though it never went past that – no matter how badly she always wanted it to. She remains soft and languid beneath his touch, but she nearly starts when he slips. Tilting her head back towards him, she can’t help but to laugh, reaching for him as he comes back to the front of her. His lips against hers feels familiar by now, and willingly she leans into him. I love you too, is all she can think in response, her tongue suddenly unable to form words. The way that he pulls on her mane is not lost on her, and every ounce of lust and desire that she has been burying inside was slowly beginning to rise to the surface. Her skin flushes warm and hot, her eyes drifting close as she wonders, not for the first time, what it would feel like to be beneath him – to actually be completely his, in every way possible. When he presses against her, and his teeth scrape against the curve of her, it sends a tremble throughout her entire body, her mind becoming fogged by her insistent want. His touch travels lower, and by then, she is biting her lip against the sounds already building in her throat. ”Rhae,” His name is breathless in the way it leaves her tongue, the plea already beginning to creep into it; she won’t be able to handle it if he’s teasing her, again. But his words, hot and sultry against the parts of her that have been longing for his touch, are enough to nearly send her over the edge; they trigger an involuntary shudder that overtakes every part of her, and elicit something between a gasp and a moan. ”I want you,” and even though the words are quiet and tremulous, her body is giving the only consent he will need, as she presses back into him, the ache in her voice tangible as she says, ”And I need you.” He didn’t have to ask her to beg – she was already there, her breathing already quickening in near desperation at having him so close to fulfilling what she has been wanting, but was once again dragging out. ”Stop torturing me, please.” Patience has never been her strong suit, especially not when what she wanted – needed – was right there. chryseis @[Rhaegor] RE: you were a vision in the morning when the light came through, rhaegor (holiday party) - Rhaegor - 01-22-2019 Rhaegor the playboy In truth, the boy would have been sufficiently dazed and wanting of her even if he couldn't reach into the depths of her mind and pluck out the exact, explicit details of that which she imagined them doing together. And yet he can, and it drives him all the more to his physical need - yet even more than that, it drives him to loving her. By the way she thinks of him, he knows that she has abandoned all the doubts he'd previously implanted there, in the deep recesses of her mind; though he cannot guarantee that he will be perfect to her, he can promise to try.
RE: you were a vision in the morning when the light came through, rhaegor (holiday party) - Chryseis - 02-01-2019 you were a vision in the morning when the light came through, i know i've only felt religion when i've lied with you and i'm still waking every morning but it's not with you . She has imagined him touching her more times than she would ever admit, and even in her most sensual dreams, it never compared to this. Dreaming of him, and actually having him, were two so very different things, but only because physically having him was so much better. The feel of his tongue against her is enough to send her spiraling into a quivering mess of gasps and breathless moans, until her mind is clouded and there are stars behind her eyes. Beneath her blue-roan coat her muscles ripple and tremble, with such an intensity into her very core that she can feel her legs nearly begin to give way in the wake of her full release. She can’t even fully comprehend what just happened, but all she knows is it has left her breathless, and somehow both spent and yet simultaneously wanting more. With her breath still catching in her throat, a shiver once again races the length of her spine when he finds his place on top of her. She can feel her heart beginning to race, with nerves and anticipation as she realizes what is about to happen; finally. Even though she has always been his, every single part of her heart and her soul, she wanted her body to be his, too. When his touch trails along her neck, she nearly melts, and when her gold-blazed head tilts to receive his kiss she can do nothing but think, I love you. There is a soft, involuntary gasp when he enters, and for a moment she grows tense; adjusting to the feeling of him inside of her, but never flinching away. But he doesn’t move, and slowly, she relaxes, even as his teeth find leverage in her skin, even when she feels his breath as it fans across her neck. Something about his ragged breathing sends her pulse racing again, and if her want had ever began to wane after already climaxing, it is reignited, into a stronger, hotter flame. ”Rhae?” His name is nearly a whisper, but the single syllable is heavy, aching, relishing the feeling of the warmth of his body on top of hers and his thoughts still storming into her mind. The longer he waits, the hotter her skin begins to flush, and again she finds herself pressing back into him. But then, he moves, a swift motion that again makes her gasp, a shudder traveling through her at the strange but pleasant feeling of him inside of her. The sound of her name uttered as a moan from his mouth makes her heart flutter, the feelings of want, and love, and lust becoming so tangled that she can no longer tell them apart – and even though she is young and naive, she cannot help but to think that this is exactly the way it is supposed to be. The way that their bodies fit together so perfectly, as if they had already done this before, and not just a thousand times in their dreams. If there was any discomfort at her body adjusting to movement inside of her, it is overshadowed by the passion that courses in currents through her veins, and all she can think about is pleasing him. Her hips rock back to meet his movements willingly, and she is no longer in control of the sounds that fall from her lips – his name leaving her tongue breathy and hoarse, her moans mingling with his own. Everything around her has slowly faded away, and as far as she is concerned, her and Rhaegor are the only two living souls left in the world. chryseis @[Rhaegor] RE: you were a vision in the morning when the light came through, rhaegor (holiday party) - Rhaegor - 02-12-2019 Rhaegor the playboy I love you.
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