Of course, she remembers. Their time together had not been wasted. Every breath and every word that slipped from his whiskered lips cradled her ears and burned into her mind. He wasn’t to be forgotten; he wasn’t an irrelevant figure in her life. Somehow, she knew that their paths would once again collide. When he spoke of home she had then wanted to lure him to the coast (perhaps she truly is a deadly siren?), but the idea was so far-fetched that before she could even let the words tiptoe the length of her tongue the idea was gone.
But the field? Seeing him standing alone fueled something primal inside her and she couldn’t resist sidling toward him and inwardly – officially – claiming him as her own.
Now to have him here trailing her to Nerine, there is something far deeper brewing inside her. When she grins, Lior mirrors it. Electricity courses through her veins, her skin flinching delicately under his stare. She revels in hearing his voice (hearing him call her Queen), her pulse quickening for a fleeting moment before composing herself before she can betray the anxiety and curiosity she has for him. Underneath her stony face there is a want to touch him, to feel him melt against her side, but that would ruin her. She would be the weaker one if she were to cave into her impulses (and no one wants a weak Queen) and so she stands unyieldingly with her fiery eyes flickering between the caves, Lior, and the ocean.
”Thank you,” she finally urges herself to say with a softened regard of him. While he is here due to her own selfishness, there is also a purpose for him though it isn’t so tiresome or all-consuming as positions for the women. He is a body. He is strength. He is hers (or so she strongly hopes).
Nayl turns slowly, moving with the same metronome as the calming waves nearby. Their eyes meet and hold steadily onto each other as she searches for more to say. Burdened by her wants but fueled by her political needs she tries to simply talk to him, to know him, before bringing herself to delve far deeper than she has ever been comfortable to explore. ”Tell me something about yourself, Lior,” she enjoys the taste of his name on her tongue. Admittedly, she wants to repeat it, but she purses her lips tightly shut, albeit a grin, and quietly plays with it in her mind.
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