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[mature] So this is me swallowing my pride, telling you I'm sorry for that night; Raed - Printable Version +- Beqanna (https://beqanna.com/forum) +-- Forum: Explore (https://beqanna.com/forum/forumdisplay.php?fid=1) +--- Forum: The Common Lands (https://beqanna.com/forum/forumdisplay.php?fid=72) +---- Forum: Forest (https://beqanna.com/forum/forumdisplay.php?fid=73) +---- Thread: [mature] So this is me swallowing my pride, telling you I'm sorry for that night; Raed (/showthread.php?tid=24036) |
So this is me swallowing my pride, telling you I'm sorry for that night; Raed - Izora Lethia - 06-15-2019 forget me not; but never remember Lethy @[Raed] don't feel rushed! Just wanted to get this out before I forgot. RE: So this is me swallowing my pride, telling you I'm sorry for that night; Raed - Raed - 06-23-2019 it's a lonely road, I know, and nothing ever stands between a bullet and your soul; Wayward though he was, he still thought of Lethy. He was connected to her now in a way unlike any other. Not because they shared a child, but because they had lost one. He has never been a very good father to any of his children, and not because he doesn’t care, but simply because he didn’t know how to be one. It didn’t change the fact that losing one had created a grief in him that he had not known was possible. It sat in his chest like a stone, this uncomfortable and heavy feeling that refused to go away. He can’t claim that he would have been a good father to this, because nothing says that he would have changed. But the inexplicable anguish on Lethy’s face haunted him, even though he knew there was nothing he could do to make it right. She had disappeared that day, and though he had looked for her, it had been to no avail. He had checked Loess occasionally, but more frequently the river, unsure if this would be the place she most likely returned, or the place she would steer clear of. Eventually, he gave up, assuming she had vanished for a reason. He couldn’t really blame her. When he winds himself through the forest, she is the last thing he expects to see. It’s the flash of the sun reflecting off the gold of her skin that catches his attention first, that causes him to stall and examine her more carefully. When he recognizes her, he is immediately torn on whether he should approach, or keep his distance. Before he can make up his mind, his legs are already carrying him towards her, seemingly of their own accord. “Lethy,” He says in the low, smooth tones of his voice, his dark eyes guarded as he tries to gauge her reaction to seeing him. “I...I looked for you,” he confesses quietly, having stopped just a foot or so away from her, before falling silent. R A E D @[Izora Lethia] RE: So this is me swallowing my pride, telling you I'm sorry for that night; Raed - Izora Lethia - 06-25-2019 forget me not; but never remember Lethy @[Raed] RE: So this is me swallowing my pride, telling you I'm sorry for that night; Raed - Raed - 07-01-2019 it's a lonely road, I know, and nothing ever stands between a bullet and your soul; He doesn’t step back when she moves forward, and instead he reaches to brush his muzzle against the top of her neck. She smells different from the last time he had seen her; more like forests and pine, but he doesn’t think too much of it. He had never been disillusioned with the idea that he had any sort of claim over her. She was free to live wherever and with whoever she wanted, but even still, there was a small part of him that would always wonder where she was. Without having to peer inside her mind he can read the guilt and sorrow so plainly written on her face, and he reaches forward to touch against her cheek. “You have nothing you need to apologize for, Lethy.” Her pain was still palpable, and even though he had grieved in his own way, it was nothing in comparison to what she was feeling. He has never been good at navigating emotions; not his, and especially not anyone else’s. But just as that day at the river, he cannot stand there and watch her be in such anguish. Slipping his body alongside of hers, he rests his head over top of her neck, and he reaffirms quietly, “You didn’t do anything wrong.” R A E D @[Izora Lethia] RE: So this is me swallowing my pride, telling you I'm sorry for that night; Raed - Izora Lethia - 07-01-2019 forget me not; but never remember Lethy @[Raed] same day replies are great aren't they. (; RE: So this is me swallowing my pride, telling you I'm sorry for that night; Raed - Raed - 07-07-2019 it's a lonely road, I know, and nothing ever stands between a bullet and your soul; She shouldn’t want him the way that she does, and he wants to tell her so. He wants to respond to the words in her head, wants to tell her that everything about him is a mistake. She could do better than the wayward vagabond that he is, and that she deserved so much better. But, he is selfish, and he latches onto those thoughts, he drinks them like a man that has been stranded in the desert. They drive him to touch her more, to trail his lips along the crest of her neck, and to drag his teeth through the silken strands of her mane. “Taiga,” he echoes her response, seeming to test the word on his tongue. “At least now I know where to find you if you decide to disappear again,” he says with half a smile on his blue lips. When she backs away, he does not try to pull her back in. Not yet, at least. He watches her, with eyes the same color as a storm-torn sea, and a tilt of his cerulean head. “Everywhere,” he answers simply at first, and the pause that follows almost feels like that is all he is going to say. “I’ve never been able to bring myself to stay in one place for long,” he finally continues, his gaze drifting past her and staring at some makeshift point in the distance. But he looks back to her, then, finding her purple eyes with his, and once again there is concern reflecting off the surface of them when he asks her gently, “How have you been? Besides...everything else.” R A E D @[Izora Lethia] RE: So this is me swallowing my pride, telling you I'm sorry for that night; Raed - Izora Lethia - 07-07-2019 forget me not; but never remember Lethy @[Raed] hes welcome to read her mind, she's not giving up anytime soon <3 RE: So this is me swallowing my pride, telling you I'm sorry for that night; Raed - Raed - 07-09-2019 it's a lonely road, I know, and nothing ever stands between a bullet and your soul; “Maybe,” he responds, a noncommittal agreement, not wanting to outright promise her anything but not wanting to lead her to believe he didn’t care, either. He often did things with the best of intentions, but his wayward soul had a habit of disrupting them. He found it was easier to avoid letting anyone down if they just came to never expect anything from him. But he softens what might have been a less than satisfactory answer for her but closing the space she had put between them, just enough to place a gentle touch against the crest of her neck. He does not often intrude on others thoughts, but something about the way she ducks her gaze to keep from meeting his, it makes him wonder if she’s going to give him a truthful answer. What he hears causes his jaw to tighten, his blue-gray eyes flickering with concern, but he lets her speak. He listens, and he nods his head, but then he is reaching to softly touch her cheek, where his touch then trails to rest behind her ear when he says, “You’re not useless or unworthy, Lethy. Don’t think that.” He almost withdraws, but before he does, he catches the tail end of another thought, and there is a name that sticks out to him. He hears it, loud, and he tilts his head to look at her curiously, “You met my mother? Ryatah. You just thought her name.” He hasn’t seen his mother in awhile; maybe she was where he got his wanderlust from, because for as long as he could remember, she had been difficult to anchor. She was always attentive when her children were very young, but that connection always faded the older they got, especially if they were like him – also always leaving. “I bet she loved you.” But then her lips are on his cheek, and he is again so easily distracted by how intoxicating a woman can be. His blue head lowers into her touch, and his own lips trace the slope of her cheek and then the groove of her throat. “Lethy,” he says in a voice that has become low, that nearly rumbles from his chest as he follows the curve of her neck. He doesn’t say anything else, doesn’t want to push her into anything, not after what had happened last year. R A E D @[Izora Lethia] RE: So this is me swallowing my pride, telling you I'm sorry for that night; Raed - Izora Lethia - 07-09-2019 forget me not; but never remember Lethy @[Raed] maybe mature now? Tell me when. RE: So this is me swallowing my pride, telling you I'm sorry for that night; Raed - Raed - 07-13-2019 it's a lonely road, I know, and nothing ever stands between a bullet and your soul; He realizes, briefly, she had no idea he had mind reading. He had never told her, as he never told anyone. It wasn’t something he ever announced, and most often he was cautious of making sure it wasn’t obvious. It was rare for him to use his ability in everyday conversation, when he typically reserved it for once someone had gotten under his skin and he was searching for anything to use as a weapon in return. He debates explaining it to her, but she seems to accept it, assuming she had said it and forgotten. If he felt any guilt at allowing her to think that, it doesn’t show on his face. She leans into him then, and again his nose lowers to touch near the top of her neck. The way that she breathes his name, it sends a familiar shiver the length of his spine, and he can feel that hunger beginning to coil in his gut. Her thoughts ripple across his mind just as her breath fans across his blue skin, and this time when his lips meet her neck there is a new hunger to his touch. There is a part of him that is cautious, the part that cannot stop thinking about what happened last time. But the way that her body reacts to his touch, and the thoughts that run through her mind, he knows they both want the same thing. His lips trace a path down the arch of her neck, and over the slope of her back. He is slow, careful, pressed into her side and listening to the way she reacts — prepared to stop if she becomes unsure. Until he is at her hip, his muzzle moving over the familiar curve of it, moving until his chest is pressed into the back of her. He pauses, just for a moment, before he rises and settles on her back. The blue of his legs caress her golden sides, teeth grasping the black of her mane as he settles inside of her. He rocks against her, slowly at first, his lips against her neck, her shoulder, and her spine. He finishes with a shudder, burying his muzzle momentarily into her mane, before sliding back to the ground. Standing alongside of her, he lays his nose against her neck, but otherwise, he is silent. There is already an apprehension building inside of him, a gnawing worry that the same thing would happen as last season, and didn’t know what he would do if he played a part in hurting her again. R A E D @[Izora Lethia] I would mark it mature just because some people don't like any sexual content at all |