v r e i s
jealousy, turning saints into the sea
swimming through sick lullabies, chocking on your alibis
but it's just the price i pay, destiny is calling me
open up my eager eyes, 'cause i'm mr. brightside
The knight kept his gaze low, peering from his peripheral at the woman walking by his side. Even as she seemed so certain to dance with the devil tonight, if but just once; he pondered if she was really so willing to throw it all away. What horror story was it at home to lead a woman to another man's embrace? That he could so easily pull her from the side of her husband? Abusive? No, or at least not physical of any manner - she showed none of those signs. She didn't flinch away from his touch, didn't obscure any injuries. So perhaps it was a lacking relationship, whether loveless in entirety, or just not particularly demonstrating, it meant he was escorting her to this very place, the creek bubbling beside them as they moved; birds singing through the air.
She still wasn't fully relaxing, even as he watched her, noticed when she glanced at him; when she drew up short next to the creek. Her voice was quiet, a whisper; asking what now, what happens now. She spun towards him then, her voice still so gentle, so soft, facing him as if he were an enemy for that brief moment, and he sighs gently, stepping towards her, tilting his head before lowering his muzzle to gently trace the curve of her cheek, threading through her mane, his breath puffing against her skin. "Depends on your definition of ruin. Personally; if you so wish it - I won't speak of our time together; no soothsayers will learn a word of what transpires from me." The knight promises. "But you call the shots. You want to sit beside the waters of the creek and just talk, and rant, and rave - that's fine. You want a little less talk, and a lot more action: I'll do my best to prove my worth to spend that time with you.
"But, if I can be so bold . . . don't settle in life with what you've been dealt. You wear the fanciest of drapes, likely provided by your husband's profession, yet you're so desperate for companionship, that you follow me away from the safety of those merchant tents." He shakes his head briefly, before sweeping his muzzle over her shoulders, stepping closer so they were chest-to-chest, holding her there gently; as if soothing a frightened child, a flighty mare. "But, I think you and I both know what now . . . even as you try to hide behind the imagery of keeping your reputation pristine. You know where this was to go, when you allowed me to lead you away - to privacy, to solitude . . . So, do try to stop thinking, my dear Jane . . . and just live in the wildness of the moment.
"I've learned some of the moments when I fear I'll have my biggest regrets, are the moments that become my most treasured . . . and I'll treasure you well into the night, tonight; if you let me." His words were like silk, flowing from his muzzle, even as it traced lines along her skin, following the gilded gold linework that fractured across her dark pelt, the movement slow, leading to the goal; "Tell me to stop, and I shall . . . but; do you really want me to?" He asked, his voice soft, encouraging . . . willing to let her take the time, and as soon as she proved she was a willing partner in this venture, he'd willingly prove he still knew how to worship a woman the way she deserved.
And worship she will be.
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@Jane
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