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 Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 9:11 pm
Its eyes flew open behind the lenses, and it just stared at her for a moment, frozen.
And then it began to laugh, leaning down and nuzzling at her ferociously.
You have to ask?
Sì, sì, io sono tua per sempre, Aen'ryllis.
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 9:28 pm
That moment seemed to last forever. But it couldn't have, because the next moment came, and Malodore was laughing at her. She sucked in a sharp breath, surprised by the sound, but before she could even begin to wonder if it was laughing at the idea of marrying her, it had begun to nuzzle at her face. There was no denying its intentions, before it had said a word.
But the words were nice, too.
Riley's laughter echoed its own, once it promised her its hand. Truly, it was a funny question to ask. Just a few moments ago, they'd been seriously debating procreation - it wasn't as if the idea of marriage was so far fetched for either of them. She refused to live without it. There was no guessing games involved. Malodore would always be her true mate, marriage or not. But she did so love formalities.
Good. She murmured through her laughter. I'm glad we've reached an accord.
Her hands intertwined with its own, each finger sliding perfectly into its claws. But her eyes were only on its own, refusing to look away, even now.
Soon. She whispered, with only the softest hint of desperation. All right?
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 10:00 pm
It felt so warm. So warm - and that was strange, and technically impossible, but just this once it wasn't going to question this apparent defiance of physics and FEAR. It shifted to curl against her, into her, marveling that somehow every lanky, pointy bit of it fit to her curves perfectly. Again, an apparent defiance - but it wasn't going to argue.
"Of course," it murmured, closing its eyes and pressing its forehead against hers; the movement reminded it of another, long-ago time when it had done that, cold bone against cold stone, so hard that the flesh beneath its mask had bruised. And yet... that pain was distant now. A memory only.
This was now. This was real. And now, with her promise ringing in its ears and thoughts, it truly believed that everything was going to be all right.
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