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 Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2017 4:52 pm
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As those gentle hands came up to hold her, to pull her closer, the lady at last began to relax. Perhaps she could trust him, in the end. His trustworthiness had, astonishingly, never been under question. But... still, to put so much faith in another was beyond terrifying. Ink was schooled in the arts of love, but not in the act of being loved. No one had ever invested so much as a thought into her care. Wherever she had once come from, she had no parents, no relations, no loved ones. She had no one.
Except him. This one, solitary man, had dared to care for her. To, perhaps, love her... even with a sliver of his being. If she could have just one shard, one tiny ounce of care from another, it... it suddenly meant the world. She found herself overwhelmed by it, and yet still needing what he could offer. She deepened the kiss, still very much the startled bird, ready to flee at a moment's notice. The lady tilted her head back, jet black hair spilling in smooth waves to the floor. For a moment, she forgot herself, riveted by the here and now. By him.
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2017 5:40 pm
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It would have been so easy for the man to respond with passion to her apparent eagerness. So very easy, and a terrible temptation to have to suffer. But suffer he did, sensing that fear that was poised just below the surface. How easy it might have been, had he not known of her hurts, to make this lovely creature flee from him.
After precious moments had passed, it was Lucayr who broke off the kiss. Again, it was done tenderly, and just far enough back he leaned so that he might look into her eyes again. He studied her pale face, her lips, her eyes, all the while running his fingers through that silken black hair. “Are you sure?” was his softly-spoken question. Did she really want this?
Even if her answer was yes, this risk, he knew, was dangerous… for both of them.
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2017 5:53 pm
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She who had known nothing of pleasurable things in her life, now found herself faced with a question that imposed itself abruptly in the midst of a most pleasant moment. Yet the question was rightly asked; was she sure? After all of this, after every sacrifice, every slight, every hurt... was she sure? The lark asked the lady one question, and she heard quite another. Did she wish to live? After suffering so long, did she wish to carry on, and put herself again through all of the pain?
Staring up at Lucayr with haunted purple eyes, Lady Ink nodded. Slightly at first, but then more vigorously. Yes, she would live. Yes, she would... perhaps...
Perhaps...
Love. Dare to dream of a life outside of this gilded cage. Oh, what a fool was she, to think that she might have wings with which to fly! "Yes," she whispered, in spite of her fears, in spite of the danger that waited to rise up and take both of their lives. She was, at long last, sure.
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