01-22-2017, 05:57 PM
He rolled his eyes at her, ignoring the electicity of her weak laugh, but he wasn't going to correct the command. She should never heal him if it would weaken her so greatly, and he would never be sorry for demanding it. She gave her own command, too, to stop trying to get himself killed.
I wasn't- I don't- He growled. You wouldn't understand. He didn't even understand it, but the NEED to do it never left him.
"It's my gift, Dovev. I will save whoever I want, whenever I need to."
He shook his head, his voice sharp with frustration.
Fine, but not me. I don't want you to. I would have been fine on my own. He heard the loud lie in it as clearly as she would. Even she knew he had nearly died this time. But it had been the first and only time. He'd just needed a good fight. Needed the blackness to consume his wandering mind. He would have been fine, but she was there in his head as always. Haunting him, distracting him, making him want her. Stealing his focus away from keeping himself alive.
Her stupid, beautiful face in his mind was more important than even his own heartbeat.
His anger was rising, sliding into lust and back again. Flickering between them so erratically he couldn't tell the two apart anymore, melding into one new emotion all in its own. Something powerful and bright, black eyes smoldering as he whispered his deepest truth to her. And I do want you..
More than anything. All of her.
"I am yours," her whisper warmed his neck and stole his breath away. She was so powerful with him; so quickly stoking his fire to a wild blaze, just as swiftly snuffing it out to caressing smoke. "I have been from the first moment we met."
He remembered every detail of that day. The way she called to him with her sweet innocence and mahogany coat, the way he was helpless to curl around her possessively and hold her, his teeth ready at her neck to pull her back to him. But he'd never had to. She'd stayed, and somehow ripped that power from him. By the time he left, it was to escape her and what she did to him. How he changed so drastically when he was around her, no longer the merciless weapon. No longer confident. Something so much softer, unsteady, and powerless.
Powerless now, too, as his body ignored the urge to step away from her, regain his own mind. Even with great distance, she controlled it. He was more hers than she realized.
Leliana.. he murmured softly, turning his head and resting his lips on her nose. He was steadily burning coal, so cool to the eye yet so very hot beneath the sweetly drifting smoke that held her so close. He needed her. Her grounded steadiness to his sudden and wild emotions. He was uncontrollable, unpredictable, and she soothed it with her voice, with her endless calm. She never balked at his rage, at his need for control. Control that he continually gave over to her careful hands.
I couldn't get you out of my head, he explained quietly, anguish shaking his voice. He suddenly needed her to understand. I can't rest anymore. Now that I know what it really feels like. He lay his forehead against hers, loving how relaxing it always felt, how calming.
I just needed sleep.. His voice faded away to nothing.
I wasn't- I don't- He growled. You wouldn't understand. He didn't even understand it, but the NEED to do it never left him.
"It's my gift, Dovev. I will save whoever I want, whenever I need to."
He shook his head, his voice sharp with frustration.
Fine, but not me. I don't want you to. I would have been fine on my own. He heard the loud lie in it as clearly as she would. Even she knew he had nearly died this time. But it had been the first and only time. He'd just needed a good fight. Needed the blackness to consume his wandering mind. He would have been fine, but she was there in his head as always. Haunting him, distracting him, making him want her. Stealing his focus away from keeping himself alive.
Her stupid, beautiful face in his mind was more important than even his own heartbeat.
His anger was rising, sliding into lust and back again. Flickering between them so erratically he couldn't tell the two apart anymore, melding into one new emotion all in its own. Something powerful and bright, black eyes smoldering as he whispered his deepest truth to her. And I do want you..
More than anything. All of her.
"I am yours," her whisper warmed his neck and stole his breath away. She was so powerful with him; so quickly stoking his fire to a wild blaze, just as swiftly snuffing it out to caressing smoke. "I have been from the first moment we met."
He remembered every detail of that day. The way she called to him with her sweet innocence and mahogany coat, the way he was helpless to curl around her possessively and hold her, his teeth ready at her neck to pull her back to him. But he'd never had to. She'd stayed, and somehow ripped that power from him. By the time he left, it was to escape her and what she did to him. How he changed so drastically when he was around her, no longer the merciless weapon. No longer confident. Something so much softer, unsteady, and powerless.
Powerless now, too, as his body ignored the urge to step away from her, regain his own mind. Even with great distance, she controlled it. He was more hers than she realized.
Leliana.. he murmured softly, turning his head and resting his lips on her nose. He was steadily burning coal, so cool to the eye yet so very hot beneath the sweetly drifting smoke that held her so close. He needed her. Her grounded steadiness to his sudden and wild emotions. He was uncontrollable, unpredictable, and she soothed it with her voice, with her endless calm. She never balked at his rage, at his need for control. Control that he continually gave over to her careful hands.
I couldn't get you out of my head, he explained quietly, anguish shaking his voice. He suddenly needed her to understand. I can't rest anymore. Now that I know what it really feels like. He lay his forehead against hers, loving how relaxing it always felt, how calming.
I just needed sleep.. His voice faded away to nothing.
