To the Peacock Angel, the slow, curiosity of Amarante was in itself a seduction. It did not matter to her that he was called a myriad of other names- some of them to make him more fearsome, and to scare still others into submission rather than to inquire with respect. This woman, this Fae-Halfling he had watched grow up as a child into who she was now, never showed him anything but respect. Of course, there had been some trepidation in her younger days.
Now all of that was lost as each of her fingers trailed over his flesh. It was a delicious sensation to be sure and he reveled in the indulgence of it. When at last she worked her way around his body, he closed his eyes. 'She will see you for what you truly are,' he thought to himself. She would either accept him or run away. Not even Jocelyn had seen his wings, though he knew that Faelyn had been made aware of them many centuries before. . Amarante's gasp made him fear the worst. Rather than hearing her cry out in disgust, she instead she stroked over his wings, exploring in wonder and effort to truly understand - almost reverently. How would she feel, he wondered, if he were to shift shape into the Beast, the Dragon Itself that he was fully capable of becoming? Somehow as she again pressed her cheeks against his wings he knew that she would not mind.
She thanked him and kissed him instead. He allowed himself a smile. He resolved that he would call her 'Meruti' - it would be his private name for her. For in those few moments, she had become his favorite as no other before her had been.
Amarante pulled him into her game and he willingly followed. "It has been many years since I have played a game that I was not certain that I would win," Melek said, intrigued. "I accept. "
He pulled her to him and kissed her forehead, relishing the way that her eyes sparkled with fun in the dim light of his chambers. He could have seen by her eyes if there was no other light, he was certain.
"And what stakes shall we play for, my dear?" he grinned. "Lead the way, Meruti."
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Date: 2017-04-15 07:32 pm (UTC)Now all of that was lost as each of her fingers trailed over his flesh. It was a delicious sensation to be sure and he reveled in the indulgence of it. When at last she worked her way around his body, he closed his eyes. 'She will see you for what you truly are,' he thought to himself. She would either accept him or run away. Not even Jocelyn had seen his wings, though he knew that Faelyn had been made aware of them many centuries before.
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Amarante's gasp made him fear the worst. Rather than hearing her cry out in disgust, she instead she stroked over his wings, exploring in wonder and effort to truly understand - almost reverently. How would she feel, he wondered, if he were to shift shape into the Beast, the Dragon Itself that he was fully capable of becoming? Somehow as she again pressed her cheeks against his wings he knew that she would not mind.
She thanked him and kissed him instead. He allowed himself a smile. He resolved that he would call her 'Meruti' - it would be his private name for her. For in those few moments, she had become his favorite as no other before her had been.
Amarante pulled him into her game and he willingly followed. "It has been many years since I have played a game that I was not certain that I would win," Melek said, intrigued. "I accept. "
He pulled her to him and kissed her forehead, relishing the way that her eyes sparkled with fun in the dim light of his chambers. He could have seen by her eyes if there was no other light, he was certain.
"And what stakes shall we play for, my dear?" he grinned. "Lead the way, Meruti."