[private] take a look in the mirror

[Tarian]

There are no Queens or Empresses in his history.

At least, not like this.

(There had been somebody before, once. Somebody that had chosen the stars over Tarian and as the years have gone on, the silver pegasus finally understands Orani's choice. It makes even more sense now with Altissima pressed so closely into him because Tarian has never felt anything more right.)

"I have a few," he tells with her voice growing quieter and deeper the longer they keep playing this game. He means the stories, the places he's been, the things he's seen; Tarian would share them with her - something he has never done with anybody else. The winged stallion continues to push the fine silk of her mane, coming to press his muzzle a little more fiercely against her skin than he had a moment before. And then that cheek had been reaching for is there against his dark lips and Tarian lightly kisses it. He can feel her skin - warm and real beneath his touch - and the normally pragmatic stallion knows he isn't dreaming.

The only thing that pauses him is her words. I have no rules to break, says the blue-sheened woman, and his wild grin tugs again. Of course, Wildling would have no rules; she completely disregards kingdoms and their borders so this comes as no surprise to the stallion that she had once snuck upon in Loess. Tarian reaches for her again, placing another lingering kiss on the rising ridge of her cheekbone. He could drown here, he thinks. He could suffocate for air and never complain for the way that his lungs burn.

And he almost complies with her then, almost breaks all the rules he has ever given himself.

Because she tells him that this is only for tonight, something that he already resigned to earlier this evening. He knew that with Altissima, if all she ever wanted from him was a few stolen moments then he would give them to her. And he wonders in that moment if @Altissima knows how completely enchanted she has him, that this was never supposed to even exist for Tarian and here he is succumbing to an emotion that he won't give a name to. Not yet.

Not when this is only for tonight.

"Altissima," that part that want hers so badly nearly groans the word. It's a declaration and a warning because as much as Tarian wants this to continue, he doesn't want her to regret this. He knows with an absolute certainty that he will want more than this; that he doesn't know how this could ever work but he would try, for her. "And if I wanted to break the rules more than once?" he says hoarsely with that deep baritone voice rolling towards her again as Tarian reaches for her, anywhere that she wished, finally starting to reveal the depth of his feelings for her. "What then?"