Oh, its you

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Peitar

    Opal to Sapphire
  • Warlord Prince
  • Played By: Jones

    The Blind Prince
    Askavi Terreille
    63 Posts    0 marks
Re: Oh, its you
« Reply #15 on: March 04, 2020, 08:24:47 PM »
A snort shot up through Peitar’s nose, much more loudly than anticipated since some of the clotted emotion in his throat worked its way dangerously near to free. He managed not to blow snot as he chuckled at her poked sensibilities. ”Other people shouldn’t say things like that, I’m aloud to say it about me.” Peitar was a warlord prince, true to the core, he didn’t do self-depreciation well. He didn’t take himself so seriously that a good joke had to be skipped over either. He liked that Lillian didn’t like it though, and wondered if it was more a case of her twitchy wing than his useless eyes that set her to scolding.

Regardless, she agreed to take his advice. No fussing there, or complaints. She really was a pliable sort of woman. Was that why she had left? Or was it why she hadn’t come back yet? It was definitely why he hadn’t let go yet. She didn’t try to fight him on that either. Her weight shifted into a more comfortable stance. Arms heavier around his neck as she leaned in. Even the short span of skin his face turned towards was allowed. In raider fashion he pushed the boundaries further. When she didn’t reject the skim of his knuckle to her skin he tried her wing. Lillian shivered in his arm but didn’t pull away or ask him to stop.

Her face went into hiding again. Peitar didn’t know the point of hiding her expression from a blind man. He couldn’t see her blushes. He could feel them though. The warmth in her body, the quicker pulse. It could have just been nerves, but her willingness to be cheeky suggested otherwise. ”Parent’s never said?” He asked, unsure if she even had parents. Lorivar had mentioned that the queens were childhood friends, and everyone knew that Ilithian’s parents were long dead.

The explanation was much worse than he had been imagining though. ”Oh.” All the hairs she teased at the back of his neck stood on end. He disapproved, of course. ”Those were cruel times.” He had never been condemned for his nature back then. Born to be a frontline weapon he didn’t know how to stop now. And he was too much a weapon for anyone to dare treating him cruelly for it. Lillian was a different sort of person altogether and he couldn’t imagine that sort of person that went out of their way to ruin any part of her for any reason.

Before he could channel his sorrow into anger on her behalf it was sapped away with tricky queen’s craft. He recognized the tickle up his spine. The soft easing of emotion that wrapped up his legs and towards his soul. He breathed it in to take the edge off of the sharp pangs carving out his chest. Touched his lips to her temple to breath in the physical scent that matched the Craft she wove. ”I never cramp. Maybe you don’t stretch them enough.” He suggested helpfully. It was the truth, though. His body was full of well used muscle fuelled by hearty greens and lean meats. Daily sparing and weekly hunting kept him in good condition. Except for the eyes, which she brought up again.

He turned his face down as if he could see her better that way. Felt the structure of her cheekbones under his lips. ”Why are we whispering?” He asked, a flickering probe reading the room. No one had come in. Dog had settled down at their feet. Nose turned away conspicuously. So it was that sort of quiet. He didn’t really give her an opportunity to answer. Face turning to fit the bridges of their noses together. Mouth tentative as he pressed it to hers. It was hardly the quick heat he was used to. She wasn’t that quick heat sort of girl. Peitar took his time, giving her plenty of opportunity to put his other eye out before he let his lips part to trace the shape of hers. He held her hip and ran his clenched fist from her shoulder to elbow, the cool crystal stroked along her skin until he was done. A breath separating them enough for him to hesitate diving back in. Nose to nose while he waited for her reaction; or to form one of his own.

Lillian

    Summer-sky to Green
  • Queen
  • Played By: dergon

    District Queen
    Askavi Terreille
    43 Posts    3387 marks
Re: Oh, its you
« Reply #16 on: March 07, 2020, 08:14:31 AM »

Peitar scoffed at her. The sound half choking and hollow beneath the ear she had pressed to his shoulder. Loud in the one near his jaw. How had they gotten so close? Arms keeping her steady in his embrace. One of his above the curve of her hips. Her own thrown over his shoulders like a cape. He did not appreciate her fussing. But that was not new.

Peitar liked the way she tended the land. The rest of it he preferred she leave alone. He didn't want any civility. And less scolding. Lillian couldn't help it, however. He was so obviously out of control. He and his merry band of trouble makers. They needed someone to see them to reason. To help them keep their emotions and bloodlust from running over. Like now. Peitar had emotions that needed channeling. Edges to smoothed, and Lillian could offered him more recourse. Different recourse. Comfort and compassion instead of more violence and pain.

So she let him hold her tighter and longer. Didn't complain or pull away when he stroked her jaw and then her wing. The sensation so alien Lillian didn't know fully how to react. Her body shuddering and her words freezing up inside. Peitar didn't mind. He had questions enough for both of them. Curious about all the things he couldn't see. Daring questions only healers ever felt comfortable asking.

Questions she wasn't sure how to answer. Wanting to be honest, but to protect cherished memories at the same time. Things Peitar couldn't or wouldn't understand. He was too fiercely Eyrien, and Lillian was still too new to being Eyrien herself. The hair beneath her hand prickled warning. Lillian pet them flat again and fed him a measure of queen's craft while she did. "Yes." She agreed, knowing arguing would only undo all the peace she was trying to give him.

He appreciated it, Lillian could tell. There was no fighting against her craft, and more easing into her body. His nose brushed her temple, face tipped toward her hair so he could inhale her scent. She knew it was often as comforting as her craft, and less imposing. Just the scent of queen, of balance. Lillian was used to such things, and this time she was not even a little bit afraid.

"I don't stretch them at all." Lillian glanced up at him. Mostly she could see the underside of his jaw and chin. She wasn't sure she could stretch them. Mostly she maneuvered them by hand as needed. And they did as they pleased, which was mostly to lay dormant down her back. Or to strike out on their own on occasion. Could she? Was that all Peitar did to keep his strong?

Lillian knew it was a child's dream. Palm flattening between his shoulders. On either side of her hand rose good, strong wings. There had been much trying when she was younger. Even desperate attempts. She would never, ever fly. Sighing she looked up at him, and Peitar was looking down, lips brushing her cheek bone and unseeing eyes appearing to focus on her. It made Lillian feel shy and exposed. Quiet seemed best. Safest. And Peitar teased her for it. His probes filling the room as he questioned her. His tone a smirk. Lillian couldn't see his expression.

Not in whole. Just in pieces as he pressed closer. Filling her vision until she had to shut her eyes. Nose alongside nose. Breathing mingling until she shut her lungs too. Freezing in expectation. Knowing before she knew what was about to happen. Intuition swifter than logic.

Not the sort of kiss she would have expected from Peitar. It was not rough or loud. Not even demanding. Surprisingly precise for a blind man, his mouth fit across her own quietly. Lillian's whole body clenched. Fingertips pressing into Peitar's skin, toes curling into her boots. Muscles tightening until her wings twitched again and Peitar's lips parted. Her own tried to follow them, air escaping her lungs in a little sigh. Her body tried to follow her breath up and out. Toes unfurling to stretch her upward and after him.

Shivering, her skin broke out in gooseflesh along the trail his memory crystal left down her arm. Hands sliding away from his back to curl over his shoulders. Lillian held on tight. Leaning in on the balls of her feet. She brushed fingers over his cheek, hand startling away as she touched the scarring, returning, tentative before she pressed a palm to his cheek and curled her fingers around his ear.

Blood roaring in her ears, Lillian knew this was just comfort too. Life after death. She'd seen it a dozen times. Partaken of it once or twice herself. It was just comfort. And lust. Lust that made her tongue taste the bow of his upper lip.

Peitar

    Opal to Sapphire
  • Warlord Prince
  • Played By: Jones

    The Blind Prince
    Askavi Terreille
    63 Posts    0 marks
Re: Oh, its you
« Reply #17 on: March 09, 2020, 10:39:56 AM »
ĒNever? Well, what have you got to lose? Even if you never fly, you wonít know what you can do until you try.Ē The idea was both foreign and understandable to Peitar. Eyes broken he was no stranger to being disadvantaged at what others did easily. Giving in and accepting that difference was the first step in finding a way to transform a disability into a hidden strength. It was easy to fall into the trap of always feeling disabled, though. The muscles might never hold her aloft but with practice she might get control of their sporadic spasms. He couldn't say, only a healer could suggest what was in the realm of possibility. Peitar wasn't even in her confidence enough to know if she cared to try at all.

Talk of her wings brought their bodies closer together. Peitar felt like all the hard bones in his body were turning to liquid. Easy and at ease with the stroke of queenís craft in the air and Lillianís acceptance in his arms. Not simple submission, which she was inclined towards. His touches did not make her pull away. Even when a wing stroke somehow turned into a kiss. The silence and strange mood in the room pressed in on Peitar until the unspoken expectation gained a form. Their mouths met. 

The kiss blossomed out slowly. Potent and poignant as he learned the shape of her features by the way they fit to his own. A tentative, testing sort of kiss that was full of the potential for passion. The pressure of her touch doubled. Papery wings restless again, matching the languid unfurling of Peitarís as they drooped towards the floor. Her weight shifted forward until their chests were flush. When he broke the contact she chased him to get it back. All the confirmation he needed held in the strength of her toes as they lifted her towards him.

Peitar licked the subtle flavor from his lips, putting them back to herís still damp. Lips plucking at the shapely curve of her bottom lip once he knew she was equally interested in continuing. He could feel the tightness of her breath as her hands started to cling. Of all the women in Askavi to find a coil of lust in he had never suspected Lillian. She was meek, shy and easily upset. A stark contrast to the bold, hungry spirit that consumed Peitarís being.

ĒItís okay.Ē He encouraged between kisses when soft fingertips brushed the rough skin on his cheekbone. It was not fragile, the way some scar tissue could be. Never tender or painful except in winter when it could get too dry. The healing had been done well, which was just a testament to the damage that had been there before. Skin blistered so deeply that some of the circles still remained in the taut scar left behind. He knew that it was hard to look at for most people. Maybe still for Lillian too. So he didnít blame her for the way her hand pulled back. People never touched his face, not even bed partners. Surprised he hummed lightly when she tried again. Pores tingling at the nearly forgotten sensation. It was duller now than it had been before. Skin less sensitive but still receptive.

Receptive like Lillian who tested him back with a flick of her tongue. Peitarís lips twitched at the tickle. Mouth parting to suck the fat of her lip between his own. His arm loosened so he could slide his hand back over to her hip. The curled fingers of his other hand brushed the back of her neck. A forearm pinning down the fragile feeling wing it crossed. His crystal vanished as he found a different sort of comfort. Hand freed he cupped the back of her neck. The sound of their kissing echoed softly in the small room while the rest of the eyrie moved on obliviously around them.

Wings lifting slightly Peitar vanished the overcoat he wore to feel Lillian with less layers between them. She was not as frail as his imagination had conjured up. The hip he held was firm under her skirts. She didnít fold when he loomed over her to kiss a little deeper. Tongue sweeping in to stroke the edges of her teeth. He let his hand dip lower to splay over her butt cheek. Pulling them closer together there too, even though his spear was wary in its waking. The rest of him buzzed with the high of tasting her and Peitar thought that as long as he didnít lay down for exhaustion to claim him, he could still be back with medicine for the injured by sundown.

Lillian

    Summer-sky to Green
  • Queen
  • Played By: dergon

    District Queen
    Askavi Terreille
    43 Posts    3387 marks
Re: Oh, its you
« Reply #18 on: March 30, 2020, 07:40:40 AM »

It was too easy to give in. His mouth silenced so much. Covering her own so that she could not complain or reject. Hushing not just Lillian's misgivings but her worries too. He gave comfort, as much as he took it.

Peitar was alive. He breathed when she breathed. His touch was warm. Leaving a trail of heat where he touched her, as if Lillian had been cold before he put hands to her. He was strong muscle beneath her hands. Strong body against her own. The pressure of her weight had no bearing on him. He didn't waver. Just took more.

Everything Lillian offered up, he took. Encouraging the hand at his cheek. Scarred skin strangely smooth beneath her palm. Ear tucked into the creases of her fingers as if she meant to tug it for all his naughtiness. Lillian didn't pull or pinch however. She clung and let him chase all the worries and sorrows from her, just as she'd been trying to do for him.

Comfort. Peitar was the last person she had expected to find it in. He was rude. Vulgar. And didn't seem to much care for her. Except now he pulled her flush. Cloak vanishing, palm pressing her hips to his. Knuckles fitting into the crease at the base of her skull. And Lillian wasn't afraid. Even when his arm pinned her wing to her body and he leaned in to kiss her deeper. Farther. The sort of kiss that promised more than comfort.

Now they stood at the brink of passion. Chin lifting, Lillian's lips parted, inviting Peitar in. Tempting him deeper. Her grip on his ear tightened, hand pressing into his cheek as she contemplated giving in to her baser urges. Of taking Peitar with her. Goading and guiding him in turn until they filled the storage room with the layers of their lust and its release.

A cough from the other room fluttered her lashes against his cheek and nose. Her body had settled into his hands, hung half suspended from his neck and held tight to his body. It was almost like floating. Drawing back, Lillian kissed him softly. Gently. Lips stroking his, and then his chin and unscarred cheek. Her craft wound itself into a tight spiral around them. Just in case. This was new ground with Peitar, and not all men dealt easily with rejection.

"We should pack these things away." Lillian felt unbearably sleepy, so she didn't let go of him. Fingers curling around his ear to smooth his hair away. Thumb stroking the strange texture of the skin across his cheek bone. It was... like but not like skin. Glossy was the only word Lillian could think of, but that was not quite right either. And she very much could not believe she was petting the face that had so frightened her before.

She peeked at him. Eyes sweeping his face as she slowly unhooked her fingers from his shoulder. Lillian couldn't help herself, and kissed him once more for being so good. Just a peck, quick and light.

 

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