01-21-2017, 06:01 PM
"Dovev.."
Somehow, she made his name sound like please.
She glided to his side, filling the physical emptiness with her soft warmth. Even when he thought he should be pulling away, he was foolishly reaching to touch her. Helpless. His breath passed cautiously over her coat below her ear, her mouth at his neck. She worked her way to his jaw, then his face. His eyes closed and he stood still, focusing on the sweet sensations like ripples across his cool skin. Letting her soothe him. He didn't return her attention this time, but he didn't pull away either. Only felt her. Soaked it in for more memories.
"Don't leave me. Please."
An answer was at the tip of his tongue, and then was gone just as swiftly. Before he even knew what it was. As though he'd heard those words before, had answered them. But he hadn't left anyone before, hadn't ever had anyone he could leave. Just him. And the magician.
She gifted him more soft kisses as he stood there silent and still. Her pleading stabbed deep inside him. Maybe she hadn't been rejecting him as he thought, rejecting his touch and attention. Maybe part of her could want him. He didn't understand what this was -where it was going or where it was supposed to go. He hadn't been thinking at all, only feeling. Feeling so much. Something new, warm and soft, and not at all like the physical pain he was put through. That he put himself through for reasons he couldn't even remember anymore.
"Come back to me, Dovev."
How was there such pain and sadness in her voice? As though mirroring the emotions swirling within him. Why did it hurt so badly to walk away from her, even this short distance? To put space between them, to wall up his heart from her. He opened his cooled eyes slowly and met hers that were so filled with a pain her magic couldn't heal. "Is this all you want from me," she asked with a glance to where they had been so close to something passionate and wonderful. Something he would probably always ache to have with her.
He shook his head, but gave nothing further. He definitely wanted more somehow, if there was a more, but he also didn't know what the hell that was, what it would mean. Did he even have anything to offer? He didn't know what this was between them. He hadn't been thinking at all, only feeling. It would have been impossible for him to ignore something so good when all he had was bad. He just wanted some good, and she was the only thing that had ever made him feel it -and feel it so deeply. He wanted her.
He walked passed her -kissing softly down her neck, over her shoulder, along her spine, to her hip- and returned to where they'd been together. Come, Leliana. His voice was softer, but still flat, emotions safely guarded so very far inside him. Whatever she wanted, she could have, but his own fire was now caged safely away. He wouldn't be burning her now.
Let me hold you again, if you would wish it.
Whatever you want, is mine to give.
Subdued once again for her, his Leliana.
Somehow, she made his name sound like please.
She glided to his side, filling the physical emptiness with her soft warmth. Even when he thought he should be pulling away, he was foolishly reaching to touch her. Helpless. His breath passed cautiously over her coat below her ear, her mouth at his neck. She worked her way to his jaw, then his face. His eyes closed and he stood still, focusing on the sweet sensations like ripples across his cool skin. Letting her soothe him. He didn't return her attention this time, but he didn't pull away either. Only felt her. Soaked it in for more memories.
"Don't leave me. Please."
An answer was at the tip of his tongue, and then was gone just as swiftly. Before he even knew what it was. As though he'd heard those words before, had answered them. But he hadn't left anyone before, hadn't ever had anyone he could leave. Just him. And the magician.
She gifted him more soft kisses as he stood there silent and still. Her pleading stabbed deep inside him. Maybe she hadn't been rejecting him as he thought, rejecting his touch and attention. Maybe part of her could want him. He didn't understand what this was -where it was going or where it was supposed to go. He hadn't been thinking at all, only feeling. Feeling so much. Something new, warm and soft, and not at all like the physical pain he was put through. That he put himself through for reasons he couldn't even remember anymore.
"Come back to me, Dovev."
How was there such pain and sadness in her voice? As though mirroring the emotions swirling within him. Why did it hurt so badly to walk away from her, even this short distance? To put space between them, to wall up his heart from her. He opened his cooled eyes slowly and met hers that were so filled with a pain her magic couldn't heal. "Is this all you want from me," she asked with a glance to where they had been so close to something passionate and wonderful. Something he would probably always ache to have with her.
He shook his head, but gave nothing further. He definitely wanted more somehow, if there was a more, but he also didn't know what the hell that was, what it would mean. Did he even have anything to offer? He didn't know what this was between them. He hadn't been thinking at all, only feeling. It would have been impossible for him to ignore something so good when all he had was bad. He just wanted some good, and she was the only thing that had ever made him feel it -and feel it so deeply. He wanted her.
He walked passed her -kissing softly down her neck, over her shoulder, along her spine, to her hip- and returned to where they'd been together. Come, Leliana. His voice was softer, but still flat, emotions safely guarded so very far inside him. Whatever she wanted, she could have, but his own fire was now caged safely away. He wouldn't be burning her now.
Let me hold you again, if you would wish it.
Whatever you want, is mine to give.
Subdued once again for her, his Leliana.
