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 Posted: Sun May 17, 2015 6:53 pm
Na'ima had had enough excitement. Enough loudness, enough noise, enough people; she wanted peace and quiet and privacy, and so naturally she took Wrath by the hand and guided him away from the group surrounding Lancelot. The lake was a lovely place, and she did quite like it. It would do nicely.
She walked up to the lake shore, her fingers threading between Wrath's as she relaxed the further and further from the group they got. Na'ima tilted her head to rest it against his shoulder, gently swinging their arms between the two of them. For now she remained quiet, not saying anything, not humming, not sighing. She was simply enjoying Wrath's presence, and enjoying being able to appreciate it again.
But it still bothered her that she didn't remember so much. She only remembered one thing; loving and trusting him, and how wonderfully loyal he was to her. Na'ima tilted her head back to gaze up at Wrath, giving his hand a squeeze. "I love you," she told him quietly, the first thing she had said since starting their walk.
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2015 9:47 pm
Considering Na'ima appreciated her peace and quiet, it seemed almost a miracle that she had ever chosen to be with Wrath, no matter how persistent he may have been. But he didn't know that about her, really. Didn't know much about her at all except that he loved her, and that she loved him. Besides that, she was a relative stranger to him, one he was only just beginning to get to know and yet....it felt like he had known her for years, and that they could somehow pick up just where they had left off, even if neither of them could remember where that had been. He did, at least, walk along in silence as she drew him away from the crowds around Lancelot's house and towards the lake. He had much on his mind, including his offer to become a great knight, a decision that still weighed heavily on him, though he did not know who would be chosen, yet, and there were a great many other potentials to choose from beyond himself. His fingers tightened around hers just slightly when she rested her head on his shoulder, the movement drawing him enough from his thoughts to look down at her, and smile, only a moment before she looked back up at him. "And I love you." He said, smile widening. "But it is...strange, I will admit. It is as if I should know everything there is to know about you and I simply...do not. Just that I love you, and have since I first moment I saw you." Whether that be the first time before or after his memories had been taken did not matter. He firmly believed it to be true. "What of me do you remember?" He asked, suddenly, curious.
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2015 8:39 am
Ah, so he felt the same way. Na'ima gave a slight chuckle as she nodded her head in agreement, stopping where she was to turn and face him and also reach for his other hand. "I feel the same, honestly. I love you, and it's such a strong love that I can't help but act upon it, even if I only remember very little. But, I know myself, and I know..I would not just simply give out my affections to someone I do not trust, nor would I toss around 'love' in a frivolous manner." She brought their hands up to rest her chin upon them, still smiling at Wrath. It explained a few things, honestly. It explained why, despite being disgusted by his attempts to hit on her, she had still held concern and care for him. He had been right, apparently, even taking his memories away would not stop him from loving her. "I remember.." She hummed, thinking. "I remember your loyalty and devotion to me..what I was given was a memory of terror, that either I was not your only lover, or that you would be easily swayed and seduced by a pair of bouncing breasts in a corset far too tight for her." Grinning, Na'ima shook her head. "And...she kissed you.." Golden amber eyes never strayed from brown, but she did take a step closer to close the distance between them, releasing Wrath's hands to instead wrap her arms around his middle. "But it wasn't even a full breath later that you were shoving her away and telling her off, and you didn't even know I was there watching you. In that moment that she kissed you I had died of a thousand heartbreaks and thought I had made a mistake, but you unknowingly assured me of my correct decision." Leaning forward, she rest her chin on his chest and gazed up at him. "And what is it you remember of me?"
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2015 5:38 pm
He stopped with her, his hand sliding easily into her's, as if it belonged there. His smile could only grow wider the more she spoke, his face flushing a faint tint of pink beneath it's dark tan. She trusted him, and loved him, and nothing could feel more right about it, even if he could only remember very little about her. When she finished, and before she could even begin to tell him what it was that she remembered, he had leaned down to give her a kiss, something soft, something chaste, before he pulled away and let her continue. He listened to her in rapt attention, at first, aghast at what she was suggesting, that he might not have, for any moment in time, been completely faithful to her. But that horror was quickly dashed away as she continued, leaving a warm glow of pride in Wrath's chest to hear that he was not only faithful, but fervently so, to the point of turning away big breasts feminine wiles. His hands, loosed from hers, went around her waist as well, closing around her lower back, as he let out rather content sigh. "That is good to hear. I could not fathom ever scorning you for someone else. In my heart I feel only devotion for you, unwielding." At her question, he let out a light chuckle. "Nothing so dramatic, though maybe, in it's own way, even more so. I remember the day that we got our wings, and it just so happened to be the same day that you confessed your love to me. I got the impression that it had been a very long time of hopefulness, on my part, that you might feel the same way that I always had."
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2015 5:55 pm
There came a slight huff of amusement as Wrath interrupted her to give her a kiss, but nevertheless the affection was returned before he allowed her to continue. It eased some tension she had unknowingly been keeping in her shoulders, and she relaxed against him and closed her eyes. But her smile quickly became a pout as she tried to find a comfortable position to rest her head. Armor was not very comfortable, not in the slightest. She settled against him and closed her eyes again, listening to his answer. Ah, so that was the purpose of their wings. She understood now. Na'ima's smile returned and she tapped her fingers against his chestplate, just over his heart. "That certainly sounds like me. It also sounds like a much more enjoyable memory than mine was, I'm jealous." Sighing, Na'ima fell quiet again. It was a few minutes before she spoke up again, though she didn't move from where she was. "I want to sit at the shore and dip my feet in the water, take me?" She did enjoy him carrying her like a princess, it was..nice.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2015 9:56 pm
His hands ran up and down her shoulders, lightly, before settling against her back once more. When she leaned against him, nothing felt more right, like (even in her uncomfortableness) it was where she was meant to be, where she fit, like a missing puzzle piece, a part of him that he had lost and now found again. But it still bothered him that so many memories between them were lost, especially when there was not much time..... "We could make more, right now. More enjoyable ones for you to hold onto. Not to make you forget the other, but to give it more purpose and meaning." Because she needed to live through this, even if he did not. She needed to remember more of him then she had been given, and he needed her, right then, all that he could get before the inevitable struck. She might have been in denial about what being a great knight meant for him, if he was to be chosen, but he would not cast a line for hope only to draw in despair. He would be more realistic than that, this time. But he wouldn't say any of that to her. He kept it all to himself, brooding over it inwardly until she spoke again. "Of course." He smiled, letting out a long breath that he hadn't realized he had been holding, before his arms were moving, his knees bending so that he could scoop her up, one arm beneath her knees, the other wrapped against her waist, holding her close against him as he began to carry her towards the water. "Is there anything else m'lady wishes for?" He asked, in a teasing tone. "Perhaps some grapes? A handmaiden or two?"
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2015 10:19 pm
That did sound tempting. Na'ima gazed out toward the lake, seemingly staring at nothing but clearly thinking if one were to really study her face. They could make more memories, but how long did they have to make said memories if they stayed here? She looked up at him, saying nothing even as he picked her up. Instead she wrapped her arms around his neck and remained close against him, her face burying against his cheek and nuzzling into his beard. She didn't want to think about the possibility of his death, even with just the one memory it was enough to hurt her heart. Na'ima didn't remember, but she at least knew herself; she knew she would never allow herself to be close to someone as she had been in her memory or his if she did not completely and utterly trust them or, in Wrath's case, love and adore them. "Mm, grapes would be nice, perhaps some wine. Ah, but I'm not one for handmaidens, it would need to be young men." Golden amber eyes peeked up at Wrath without her completely removing her face from his beard. "Though I suppose just yourself might do for now." Na'ima waited to be put down before she started working on removing the black and red thigh-high boots she was wearing, finally putting them to one side while lifting the back and front of her dress's skirt so she could sit down and let her legs settle in the water. "Take off some armor, relax with me. Tell me what kind of memories you want to make," Na'ima said with surprising gentleness while she pushed up her sleeves and removed long gloves.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2015 10:42 pm
His brow furrowed slightly at the young man comment, and he let out a light tutting sound, jostling her slightly in his arms before grinning. "I believe just I will have to do, as I do not think I have anything else to give." He kissed her cheek then, lightly, fondly, before setting her down at the waters edge, watching her as she began to remove her boots, though watching her lift her skirt was infinitely more interesting, his pulse quickening at the sight before he mentally chastised himself. But he was just a man, after all. He had to clear his throat before he could respond with, "Ah yes, of course." In fact, the water was enticing enough that he thought that he might like a swim, though perhaps later, if time allowed, after the great knights were chosen. Methodically, he began to remove what he could, boots, gauntlets and gloves, cape. Pant legs were rolled up to his knees and he sat near her, large feet sliding into the water as well as he pondered her request. "Well...." He said, slowly, "There is one thing that I have been thinking about, since the moment the memory of our love returned to me. These." He held up his now bare wrist. "While heartfelt and symbolic, are not a promise. I do not know if I have ever asked this of you before, my beautiful Na'ima, and if I had what your answer may have been, but you would do me a great honour, if you would accept from me my proposal. My love, my heart, my everything, when we are through with this, whatever the outcome may be, will you become my betrothed?" He looked at her with nothing less than earnest and purest adoration, a smile tugging at his lips as he looked at her, and awaited her response.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2015 11:07 pm
Na'ima watched with a smile of approval as Wrath removed the bulkiest parts of his armor, leaning back on her hands and letting her legs float freely in the water. This was nice, a moment of peace and quiet to become reacquainted with her love, with a man she knew she could trust. She allowed herself to relax further, her eyes closing and her face turning up toward the sky. Did they do this often, she wondered. Was this something she often allowed herself? Na'ima wished she could remember.
Wrath spoke up and golden amber eyes opened enough to gaze up at him through long lashes, her content smile remaining while he began with whatever it was he had on his mind. Ah, the tattoo. How was she to answer any questions? He was the only one who remembered getting the tattoo at all, she didn't remember the whys or the when or the how. But as he continued her smile fell slightly, it wasn't quite a frown but she was certainly uncertain of where he was going with this. Asked her..what?
His what?
Golden amber eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped slightly as she just stared at him. Na'ima didn't recall having any sort of engagement trinket on herself be it a ring or a bracelet or even a necklace, so either he had not asked before or he had asked and she had not answered yet..
Honestly Na'ima couldn't imagine him not asking every day.
She studied his face, taking in every inch of it and that eager, expectant smile. That look in his eyes as if he worshiped the very air she breathed and the ground she walked on, as if were a single hair on her head to be misplaced he would see to it that it was repaired exactly to the standard it had been before. This was a man who would kill for her, die for her, would do anything for her...and yet despite knowing she very likely knew everything there was to know about him and he her, the fact of the matter was she didn't remember anything right at that moment other than her overwhelming love for him. It was terrifying.
"Wrath.." She finally said in a quiet breath, not even realizing she had been holding it. Perhaps if she had more memory of him it wouldn't be so frightening.. "are you asking..to wait until after this, or are you asking now? I..I just need to be sure before I give my answer." If he truly loved her as much as he said he would understand her hesitation, right? If she was his everything, his love, his heart, he would understand why she wanted to scream..right?
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 8:54 pm
Wrath really did not know what to expect from her in response to his question, but he was not quite surprised to find her not exactly over eager at the prospect. The fact that he felt like he had known she might balk gave him reason to chuckle, a deep sound low in his throat, a smile spreading across his face in spite of what was, it seemed, very close to rejection. He ducked his head down, rubbing at his eyes with his now bare hand and gave his head a shake. "It was just a thought. A memory of that time I did just one more foolish thing, speaking my heart before letting my mind work it's way through it. But yes, I do mean what I say, and I do wish to marry you, someday, Na'ima." He looked up at her again, a smile still in his eyes and on his lips. "This is just a promise, that when this is over," He specified, more clearly this time, "That you will become betrothed to me, through ceremony. The wedding actual wedding may be held some time after that.... a month, two, more even. Whatever time you need."
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 9:04 pm
Oh, she offended him. Or..well...did she offend him? Was he embarrassed? It was difficult to tell. Na'ima moved to sit on her knees, her hands reaching out to cup his face. Her smile was gentle, as was her touch and even her voice. "I wouldn't be surprised if this wasn't your first time asking," she teased affectionately.
She combed her fingers through his facial hair, gazing fondly upon the man before her until he said they would be married a month after their engagement, to which Na'ima laughed. "A month hardly sounds enough time for me to properly plan something like that, at least give me four." Sighing, Na'ima shook her head and stroked her thumbs along his cheeks. "Perhaps when this is all over we'll remember everything, mm?" She supposed it did give her time to adjust to the idea. "Very well, when this is over I will be your betrothed. And we'll have a beautiful ceremony, and we'll have lots of children all our own," she promised with a warm smile. It sounded like a fairytale, but she quite liked the idea.
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 9:20 pm
Would she still say no? He wasn't sure. She was, at times quite often, too difficult for him to read properly, and this was one of those times. However, when her hands went to his face, he practically melted into that touch, and when she looked him in the eyes, his smile faded, still there, but small, pleased just to be in her presence. And then she laughed and it was hard to tell, again, if this was a good or a bad thing. Deciding it didn't really matter, as long as she was there with him in the then and there, and didn't plan on leaving, he could be happy. So, he reached his arms around her waist, and tugged (or more like bodily jerked, because he didn't really know his own strength at times) towards him, while she continued to speak, her touch brushing against the now heated red warmth of his cheeks, flushed both from his joy and, maybe just a little, from embarrassment. But it seemed like things were shifting in his favor. "Four months." He nodded, leaning in close to press his forehead against hers, letting out a huff of breath of his own. "I would like that, very much, to remember...." But until then, this is what they had. And--- Oh. Oh she had just said yes! All other thought rushed out of his head for a moment as he was torn between what he should do then. Grinning like a fool seemed like a pretty valid choice, or letting out a loud whoop and holler of celebration. Instead, however, once the breath that had caught in his chest managed to ease out, his heart pounding a rapid beat in his ears, he closed the distance between their faces, catching her lips with his in a way that was eager and excited, ecstatic even. She had gone above and beyond his expectations, even going so far as to mention children, and not just one or two but many. "I love you. So much." He breathed against her lips, pulling away just enough to say it, before he ducked back in again, one hand sliding up to the back of her neck, the other curling around her hips, hefting her towards him, onto his lap.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2015 2:57 pm
"I'd like that, too," was all Na'ima had time to say before Wrath was leaning in obviously for kisses. She wouldn't deny them, it was a very good time for affection. It was actually surprising to her that he didn't whoop and holler, or that he didn't immediately jump to his feet with her and start tossing her about in celebration; she couldn't remember if he was prone to it, but it seemed like something he would do. Instead he kissed her, a gesture she eagerly returned. She giggled, his excitement infectious and making her own heart pound. Na'ima rubbed her nose against his when the kiss was over, grinning helplessly and already trying to cling to Wrath. They would make it through this. He would be chosen as a Great Knight, they would survive, they would make it through this. They would be married, they would live a happy life together. The idea actually started to excite her on her own, making her giddy as he spoke of love again. "I love you, my dearest," she whispered before he kissed her again. Her hands moved, one burying itself in his hair against the back of his head, the other grasping at his shoulder. He picked her up and she actually made a little squeal of delight, giggling again and eagerly settling on his lap. She sat on her knees, leaning forward into Wrath with a sound of contentment. And then Na'ima ended the kiss, though only briefly, long enough to whisper into his ear at the least. After she said her peace she drew away a little more to meet his eyes, her forehead against Wrath's. She waited, waiting to see how he would respond.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2015 5:31 pm
For the first time that day, Wrath felt something he didn't think he could possibly feel. Hope. The sacrifice did not need to mean death, and there was a chance that he would live through this, that they would win, and that all of their now spoken dreams could come to pass. The thoughts alone added fuel to a fire that Na'ima only intensified further by her whispered love, and then other whispered words breathed into his ear. He let out a small gasp of shock, pulling away to see her more clearly, surprise in his gaze. He didn't really know how to respond except... "Here?" A choked whisper, and then the second word merely mouthed with an incredulous look, "Now??" And why not? Despite all of his hopes, it may very well be their last time alone like this together. And they were making memories after all. He really could not think of any other way he would like to share these few moments. Again. He was just a man after all.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2015 5:36 pm
Oh my god.
Na'ima was all too happy for her dark skin, it made the blush of her cheeks difficult to catch. She cleared her throat, rubbing her lips together and nodding her head. But this was far too dainty for her, she couldn't just be some coy delicate flower.
She huffed, though the attitude was clearly forced, "unless you don't want to, I suppose there's always next time."
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