He allowed her several moments to escape. He would not cheat as he so easily could have. He did not use any special power as an advantage that he might have over her. For his part, the Fallen One, the Peacock Angel let her do as she saw fit. The game, their game, was afoot and he reveled in letting himself be caught up in it.
A soft rustle and it was gone once again. The overgrown brambles and overgrowth was the perfect hiding place for the Forest Fae. If allowed an hour, of course he had no fear that he would find her, but what, he wondered, would he ask for as his reward? With what had occurred earlier this night, taking her to his bed, admittedly, had crossed his mind. It was better however, he thought, to let things unfold naturally between them. Although he had to admit, this game was intoxicating on its own.
The scent of night blooming jasmine and mimosa filled the air, even the pungent scent of Persian pink lotus wafted from a pool that was nearly concealed by the overgrown foliage. He pushed a branch aside, thinking he had seen her, but no. It was the thin trunk of a willow tree, it's leaves shining in the moonlight as her hair did,.
If he lost, he thought to himself, he would not mind too terribly. She could name her price and again, given what had they had experienced earlier, he would most likely grant it without a thought.
"You are skilled at this, Meruti," he murmured, sensing that she was probably close by. "You have learned your lessons well, not only from me, I think, but from others as well. "
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Date: 2017-04-18 02:16 am (UTC)A soft rustle and it was gone once again. The overgrown brambles and overgrowth was the perfect hiding place for the Forest Fae. If allowed an hour, of course he had no fear that he would find her, but what, he wondered, would he ask for as his reward? With what had occurred earlier this night, taking her to his bed, admittedly, had crossed his mind. It was better however, he thought, to let things unfold naturally between them. Although he had to admit, this game was intoxicating on its own.
The scent of night blooming jasmine and mimosa filled the air, even the pungent scent of Persian pink lotus wafted from a pool that was nearly concealed by the overgrown foliage. He pushed a branch aside, thinking he had seen her, but no. It was the thin trunk of a willow tree, it's leaves shining in the moonlight as her hair did,.
If he lost, he thought to himself, he would not mind too terribly. She could name her price and again, given what had they had experienced earlier, he would most likely grant it without a thought.
"You are skilled at this, Meruti," he murmured, sensing that she was probably close by. "You have learned your lessons well, not only from me, I think, but from others as well. "