03-22-2017, 12:55 PM
The sky folds around them like warm black velvet as he rests against her, his heavy head allowed to be rests against her small back. He is content is this moment, listening to the vibration of her heart, the way she breathes so lightly. It's a lullaby in his ear but soon she speaks again and he swivels and ear so she knows that he is listening.
She begins to speak but the words catch in her delicate throat. Lior can feel the way she is torn between what lays between them in their sky blanket bed and the call of Nerine. He would never ask her to chose. He would merely give (or take) as she saw fit. The dark male from from a Queensguard to her lover as her will. But her next words catch him, hold him, draw him away from the shows that lurk just behind his eyes.
She wants him.
All of him.
But she doesn;t know the darkest parts of him.
"Nayl." He breathes her name against her skin, closing his eyes, only thinking of her and the life that they have made unter the pale gaze of a somber moon. "A child, healthy and strong, is what I want." He murmurs the words lowly, meant for her only, as he allows himself to fold against her slender, warm body, his wing pulling her close as she embraces her. His head swings and drops so he may stand aside her, his muzzle buried in her mane.
She begins to speak but the words catch in her delicate throat. Lior can feel the way she is torn between what lays between them in their sky blanket bed and the call of Nerine. He would never ask her to chose. He would merely give (or take) as she saw fit. The dark male from from a Queensguard to her lover as her will. But her next words catch him, hold him, draw him away from the shows that lurk just behind his eyes.
She wants him.
All of him.
But she doesn;t know the darkest parts of him.
I want you to remember