02-13-2017, 12:24 AM
She was a delicate mask with deep eyes that saw more than he'd probably ever understand. She wasn't really the sharing type, that much was clear. But then neither was he when it wasn't stolen from his memories. This one she snatched and displayed for him was both sad and beautiful, a time he'd maybe never get back. A time he missed. But that was then, and this was now.
She held herself so taut beneath his touch, but not like a string, no. Not like an instrument to be played, plucked and made to sing. She was a strike of steel to be polished and admired, respectful of the lethal edge. Beautiful and dangerous. And so he didn't feel too guilty as he continued, as he ignored the stiffness in her muscles against his lips. Somehow that rigidity was not meant for him. Or perhaps it was, he wouldn't know. He was quite adept at misreading things.
Still, he was selfish and didn't much care. She wasn't rebuffing him, lashing out or pushing him away, and that said enough for him. He kept his lips to her, pressed more heated kisses into the soft slope of strength in her neck until he was asking to see her. The real her.
Her image -or maybe his vision- blurred and shimmered, and in a brief moment Leliana had melted away again into a soft blue and laces of white. He pulled back only enough to glance at her, before his eyes were seeking the stunning blue of hers. That was where she truly hid, in the depths of crystalline blue. But her eyes drifted closed, blocked him out as she spoke again, a voice that was hers and yet much softer than she'd shown thus far. This is a dangerous path you tread.
He found that he wished he knew the secret to that, to soothing her into that beautifully gentle tone. But it was surely not one she would let him learn. He had his secrets too, could respect that. He stepped back into her again, settled his chest against hers. Without kisses this time. Because maybe it was hurting her in some way. And somehow that mattered just then. Only the shared heat and his breath in her dark hair as he nuzzled into it. Mmm, he hummed absently in agreement. Dangerous.
Yes, you've made that clear, he responded quietly. Gentle, smooth. A beast of Hell lulled in her presence as he breathed her in. But she'd already seen him here in the meadow, seemed to know things about him.
I don't much fear danger. Indifferent, nonchalant; carefully lipping at the base of her mane, grooming. But I think you know that, he added in a low murmur, his words getting lost in the gentle flow of her rich hair.
She held herself so taut beneath his touch, but not like a string, no. Not like an instrument to be played, plucked and made to sing. She was a strike of steel to be polished and admired, respectful of the lethal edge. Beautiful and dangerous. And so he didn't feel too guilty as he continued, as he ignored the stiffness in her muscles against his lips. Somehow that rigidity was not meant for him. Or perhaps it was, he wouldn't know. He was quite adept at misreading things.
Still, he was selfish and didn't much care. She wasn't rebuffing him, lashing out or pushing him away, and that said enough for him. He kept his lips to her, pressed more heated kisses into the soft slope of strength in her neck until he was asking to see her. The real her.
Her image -or maybe his vision- blurred and shimmered, and in a brief moment Leliana had melted away again into a soft blue and laces of white. He pulled back only enough to glance at her, before his eyes were seeking the stunning blue of hers. That was where she truly hid, in the depths of crystalline blue. But her eyes drifted closed, blocked him out as she spoke again, a voice that was hers and yet much softer than she'd shown thus far. This is a dangerous path you tread.
He found that he wished he knew the secret to that, to soothing her into that beautifully gentle tone. But it was surely not one she would let him learn. He had his secrets too, could respect that. He stepped back into her again, settled his chest against hers. Without kisses this time. Because maybe it was hurting her in some way. And somehow that mattered just then. Only the shared heat and his breath in her dark hair as he nuzzled into it. Mmm, he hummed absently in agreement. Dangerous.
Yes, you've made that clear, he responded quietly. Gentle, smooth. A beast of Hell lulled in her presence as he breathed her in. But she'd already seen him here in the meadow, seemed to know things about him.
I don't much fear danger. Indifferent, nonchalant; carefully lipping at the base of her mane, grooming. But I think you know that, he added in a low murmur, his words getting lost in the gentle flow of her rich hair.
