He reached tentatively toward her, a tender ache urging him on, a warmth spreading and expanding in his cold and hollow chest. She couldn't know how he hurt inside, how he was so solid and protected on the outside and yet so shattered and suffering within. How he needed this. Her act was meant to be malicious, and when he thought he would rage and lash out, he instead welcomed her blackness as though she gently covered his eyes rather than stole his sight.
He felt more than heard the soft sigh beneath his touch, the natural pleasure in being so cared for, given such endearing attention. Yes, he wanted to encourage her quietly, but she stiffened so quickly before he could. He felt regret at that, that something would haunt her and steal this from her.
The distance was there again, though she hadn't moved. He sensed it as she went away to that place she goes, somewhere in her mind, and he tried to call her back to him with another gentle kiss against the steady pulse in her neck. He took a step closer, and kissed her again, sweet and slow. Let me see you, he nearly whispered, but again she was already changing things, already lifting the cover over his eyes and returning his sight. He blinked, he breathed.
But it wasn't her anymore. She became Leliana to him, delicate brown and flowing crimson hair. He hid the sting at seeing her here and knowing it wasn't truly her. His eyes roved over her openly, slowly soaking in every last flawless detail of this new magic. He gradually made his way back to her face, and as she spoke his gaze slid to her lips, watching the true voice leave the image of Leliana. You do not wish to play such games with me, Dovev. He breathed and took another step closer, gently pressed his lips to her cheek, sensually kissed his way to her ear.
Oh, but I think I do, he whispered. He dragged his mouth leisurely to her throat, grazing his teeth across her skin to try and stir her senses as she was stirring his. He lay another kiss into her warmth, then his lips brushed against her in a quiet murmur. Let me see you, he requested softly. Because she was beautiful too.
He felt more than heard the soft sigh beneath his touch, the natural pleasure in being so cared for, given such endearing attention. Yes, he wanted to encourage her quietly, but she stiffened so quickly before he could. He felt regret at that, that something would haunt her and steal this from her.
The distance was there again, though she hadn't moved. He sensed it as she went away to that place she goes, somewhere in her mind, and he tried to call her back to him with another gentle kiss against the steady pulse in her neck. He took a step closer, and kissed her again, sweet and slow. Let me see you, he nearly whispered, but again she was already changing things, already lifting the cover over his eyes and returning his sight. He blinked, he breathed.
But it wasn't her anymore. She became Leliana to him, delicate brown and flowing crimson hair. He hid the sting at seeing her here and knowing it wasn't truly her. His eyes roved over her openly, slowly soaking in every last flawless detail of this new magic. He gradually made his way back to her face, and as she spoke his gaze slid to her lips, watching the true voice leave the image of Leliana. You do not wish to play such games with me, Dovev. He breathed and took another step closer, gently pressed his lips to her cheek, sensually kissed his way to her ear.
Oh, but I think I do, he whispered. He dragged his mouth leisurely to her throat, grazing his teeth across her skin to try and stir her senses as she was stirring his. He lay another kiss into her warmth, then his lips brushed against her in a quiet murmur. Let me see you, he requested softly. Because she was beautiful too.
