05-12-2020, 04:27 PM
If her mind truly does not remember him, he swears that her body does; even in her unfamiliarity she gravitates towards him, curling beneath the strong curve of his champagne and ivory neck, closing the space between them that he had created when he stepped away to look into the wide, wondrous irises of her eyes. Despite the lingering uncertainty in her doe-like eyes, there is curiosity and even a little bit of faith floating within their depths, almost asking (begging) for him to bring her memories back to her. Oh, if only he could. If his touch alone could bring the past back to life, he would. But he holds nothing of that kind of power – not ones of sorcerers or warlocks; no, he can only become a beast.
Her voice is gentle and soft – not uncertain – as she recalls her memories, whatever remains in the recess of her mind, to him. His pink lips pull gingerly at a wispy white lock of her mane, just behind her ear, as if silently encouraging her to search her thoughts. You. He smiles at this, though the sadness still glimmers dully in his cerulean eyes. “I am hard to forget,” he muses almost devilishly, his voice a careful rumble in his chest as he grins into the paleness of her soft skin, moving his mouth to her cheek.
“Tephra,” Svedka tells her amusedly amidst her quiet vocals, a laugh to his voice. How fitting, that also Ilma has remembered (or forseen?) the homeland of both himself and his twin sister. Kagerus has made her mark on Ilma’s mind as well – the trio are not easily disremembered, apparently. He shifts his weight backwards when she turns to look into his face, inhaling deeply the familiar, fresh scent of her. She is searching his face for something, though he knows not what she searches for. Assurance, perhaps? Another pang of familiarity to flutter across her breast? “You’ve remembered the important things, sweet Ilma.” No laugh accompanies him, but the sparkling in his eyes reveals that happiness has replaced the concern that was held there only moments before.
It was odd that he hadn’t already done so, but he realizes that despite their long history, that Ilma may remember his face but not his name. So when she questions him, he begins there. “I’m Svedka.”
“We both rested our heads in a territory called Hyaline – ruled by my sister, Solace, and her wife, Kagerus.” He pauses, a casual roll of his shoulder to accompany his next words, “you know, the antlered and the winged one.” Svedka’s handsome face slips into a wrinkled-nose smirk, snorting softly. “They’re in Tephra now – the jungle escape you’ve just described to me.”
His smirk slowly flutters into something a bit more serious, his brows creasing gently. “Do you know what happened – what made you forget? An accident? A magician?” His voice lowers and is vibrating with concern, his gaze searching Ilma’s own.
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Her voice is gentle and soft – not uncertain – as she recalls her memories, whatever remains in the recess of her mind, to him. His pink lips pull gingerly at a wispy white lock of her mane, just behind her ear, as if silently encouraging her to search her thoughts. You. He smiles at this, though the sadness still glimmers dully in his cerulean eyes. “I am hard to forget,” he muses almost devilishly, his voice a careful rumble in his chest as he grins into the paleness of her soft skin, moving his mouth to her cheek.
“Tephra,” Svedka tells her amusedly amidst her quiet vocals, a laugh to his voice. How fitting, that also Ilma has remembered (or forseen?) the homeland of both himself and his twin sister. Kagerus has made her mark on Ilma’s mind as well – the trio are not easily disremembered, apparently. He shifts his weight backwards when she turns to look into his face, inhaling deeply the familiar, fresh scent of her. She is searching his face for something, though he knows not what she searches for. Assurance, perhaps? Another pang of familiarity to flutter across her breast? “You’ve remembered the important things, sweet Ilma.” No laugh accompanies him, but the sparkling in his eyes reveals that happiness has replaced the concern that was held there only moments before.
It was odd that he hadn’t already done so, but he realizes that despite their long history, that Ilma may remember his face but not his name. So when she questions him, he begins there. “I’m Svedka.”
“We both rested our heads in a territory called Hyaline – ruled by my sister, Solace, and her wife, Kagerus.” He pauses, a casual roll of his shoulder to accompany his next words, “you know, the antlered and the winged one.” Svedka’s handsome face slips into a wrinkled-nose smirk, snorting softly. “They’re in Tephra now – the jungle escape you’ve just described to me.”
His smirk slowly flutters into something a bit more serious, his brows creasing gently. “Do you know what happened – what made you forget? An accident? A magician?” His voice lowers and is vibrating with concern, his gaze searching Ilma’s own.
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