07-19-2017, 06:37 AM
He would never breathe a word of the way she arches to his touch or the tenderness that makes her voice grow husky. This Nayl was meant for him and him alone. The rest of the world could have the powerful painted queen but this gentle, loving, doe-eyed woman was his and he would protect these moments with tooth and nail for they were his lifeblood and the only means of his existence.
The return of her words make the mass of his heart beat like a caged bird, fluttering and wild. he can only sink deeper into her mane and close his eyes to the ugliness that swelled around them. Nerine could fall into the sea like Pangea, Sylva and Tephra could burn to nothing more than ash and bone but as long as he had Nayl at his side he could care less. Lior's voice speaks her name like distant thunder as his body intertwines with hers. "Never did I think I would ever be so worthy of you." He peels away achingly to meet her gaze with his own as the sincerity fills his eyes like captured raindrops. The woman does not know of the years prior to their meeting and he would only ever tell if she asked.
He would do anything she wished with only a few simple words.
Lior knows that their children are off. Isobell growing more beautiful by the day and Castile, soon to be a gladiator, he is sure. The dark male had already marked his dissolve once the boy was strong enough to replace him as his mother's guard. Despite it all, the dragon stallion never quite felt like he deserved her. Perhaps he felt as though she pitied him the day she brought him home, hungry, wet, angry. But Lior pushes it all away as she feels the haggard edges of his lips curl into a smile for his queen, his love.
She had been the only one to make even a ghost of a smile touch his cruel mouth. 'I do not like being away so often." He states lowly, pewter eyes rolling away for a moment and taking a breath before continuing. "I think it may be best for me to stay closer to you. The children need me." He would never say that she needed him. No, because deep down he knows that she does not but for now the stallion is pleased to abandon his cave and the outskirts of his sea salt home to take up residence with his queen. The passed few years have left him desiring nothing more than the warm embrace of her beautiful arms every night.
The return of her words make the mass of his heart beat like a caged bird, fluttering and wild. he can only sink deeper into her mane and close his eyes to the ugliness that swelled around them. Nerine could fall into the sea like Pangea, Sylva and Tephra could burn to nothing more than ash and bone but as long as he had Nayl at his side he could care less. Lior's voice speaks her name like distant thunder as his body intertwines with hers. "Never did I think I would ever be so worthy of you." He peels away achingly to meet her gaze with his own as the sincerity fills his eyes like captured raindrops. The woman does not know of the years prior to their meeting and he would only ever tell if she asked.
He would do anything she wished with only a few simple words.
Lior knows that their children are off. Isobell growing more beautiful by the day and Castile, soon to be a gladiator, he is sure. The dark male had already marked his dissolve once the boy was strong enough to replace him as his mother's guard. Despite it all, the dragon stallion never quite felt like he deserved her. Perhaps he felt as though she pitied him the day she brought him home, hungry, wet, angry. But Lior pushes it all away as she feels the haggard edges of his lips curl into a smile for his queen, his love.
She had been the only one to make even a ghost of a smile touch his cruel mouth. 'I do not like being away so often." He states lowly, pewter eyes rolling away for a moment and taking a breath before continuing. "I think it may be best for me to stay closer to you. The children need me." He would never say that she needed him. No, because deep down he knows that she does not but for now the stallion is pleased to abandon his cave and the outskirts of his sea salt home to take up residence with his queen. The passed few years have left him desiring nothing more than the warm embrace of her beautiful arms every night.
I want you to remember