05-05-2020, 05:37 PM
oceane
with tremulous cadence slow, and bring
the eternal note of sadness in
the eternal note of sadness in
Oceane's lips quirk into a small smile as Soran admits he hadn't wanted to disappoint young Alcinder. His eyes turn back to the hot springs and the Loessian woman takes the opportunity to observe him contemplatively. For someone who emanates and vocalizes the desire to roam sans attachments, he certainly has proven to be a reliable and trustworthy companion. Her amber eyes linger at the curve of his mouth, and then at the light in his blue eyes, and her smile slips into a coquettish smirk as she forces her gaze away from the striking scar across his face.
Soran's voice is tender. I'm glad to see you're alright. It feels more personal than it should ─ subdued, even ─ and it causes butterflies to alight in her stomach at the prospect of vulnerability. She had felt the uncertainty of emotional exposure with Castile, but it had been different with the Dragon King ─ coated in lust, steeped in the unspoken realization that neither were promised to each other and likely would never be more than what they were in that ─ and this ─ moment, anyway.
But with Soran, there are no politics to worry about. There is nothing more than his soul and hers, both running from something in their past and neither fully ready to admit it. And if his soul longs for companionship as hers does, despite the blanket of formality and diplomacy she dons herself with each day, then she is willing to feel the vulnerability that comes with it.
That comes with taking a chance on him.
He seems surprised at her desire for him to stay overnight and Oceane falters in her confidence for a beat ─ could she be reading him incorrectly? He acquiesces finally, but there's still a tentativeness that he exudes until finally his gruff voice finds her pricked ears again. Oceane frowns, her amber eyes finding his.
"I'm sure," she says firmly and with a convincing effort to keep the uncertainty from her voice. "There is nothing to overstay, Soran. You are wanted here." Oceane pauses. She presses her tongue to the roof of her mouth and ruffles her wings uncomfortably at her sides. "I want you here," she says quieter, before finding the resolve to maintain steady eye contact with the dappled man before her.
"Unless I've read it wrong, but... I don't think I have."
Soran's voice is tender. I'm glad to see you're alright. It feels more personal than it should ─ subdued, even ─ and it causes butterflies to alight in her stomach at the prospect of vulnerability. She had felt the uncertainty of emotional exposure with Castile, but it had been different with the Dragon King ─ coated in lust, steeped in the unspoken realization that neither were promised to each other and likely would never be more than what they were in that ─ and this ─ moment, anyway.
But with Soran, there are no politics to worry about. There is nothing more than his soul and hers, both running from something in their past and neither fully ready to admit it. And if his soul longs for companionship as hers does, despite the blanket of formality and diplomacy she dons herself with each day, then she is willing to feel the vulnerability that comes with it.
That comes with taking a chance on him.
He seems surprised at her desire for him to stay overnight and Oceane falters in her confidence for a beat ─ could she be reading him incorrectly? He acquiesces finally, but there's still a tentativeness that he exudes until finally his gruff voice finds her pricked ears again. Oceane frowns, her amber eyes finding his.
"I'm sure," she says firmly and with a convincing effort to keep the uncertainty from her voice. "There is nothing to overstay, Soran. You are wanted here." Oceane pauses. She presses her tongue to the roof of her mouth and ruffles her wings uncomfortably at her sides. "I want you here," she says quieter, before finding the resolve to maintain steady eye contact with the dappled man before her.
"Unless I've read it wrong, but... I don't think I have."
"@[Soran]"
i must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
and all i ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by
and all i ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by