Inbox -- Genessia
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Regina Mills
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Date: 2018-09-12 07:20 am (UTC)He just knew he'd slaughter a regiment with his bare hands and bathe in blood to keep it.
Her explanation made him smile, the arm that wrapped reflexively around her shoulders when she leaned into his chest tightening a little as he answered her with a playful scoff.
"Told you, dating's for finding a mate." He reminded her. "I never..."
He never expected to survive this long, and when he did he never expected to have prospects as a simple soldier...and when he became the Night Dragon's personal assassin, he knew his blood soaked hands were nothing he could ever offer a prospective bride, much less a true mate.
He never knew he was going to meet someone that could look at those stains, stare into his black heart, and not just want him, but believe in him. Trust him.
"It's hard to have a social life when you spend most of your time tryin' to kill people, know what I mean?"
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Date: 2018-09-12 11:34 pm (UTC)"But it still hadn't occurred to me that there isn't a woman in Nocturne you want to go home to. Someone else who holds a piece of your heart." Not his king, because that was a different sort of holding, and he knew she understood that. "It's been second chances, shared hearts, and stolen moments for me since Mother killed Daniel." A pretty smile for him and a squeeze of a hug. "I'd forgotten what this is like."
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Date: 2018-09-13 05:15 am (UTC)The observation about what might wait for him back home was surprising--not that she thought he might have left his heart somewhere else, but the idea that he even could after what he'd found in her. She had seen his heart, saw light where he had none to give--save for dahgo.
The notion made him smile as she she did, and in its light he swore he could feel the darkness on his own heart lift for just an instant.
"Nothing stolen about this." he promised, the hand on her shoulder drifting up to cradle her cheek. "So that's nothin' you have to worry about--and nobody back home. Just a lotta working girls that're never gonna see my ugly mug again." He rolled his eyes in teasing self-deprecation. "Probably gonna be relieved. Look at that, you've done the realm of Nocturne a public service by spoiling me on other women. Might even be a commendation in it for you or somethin'."
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Date: 2018-09-13 06:50 am (UTC)She lifted her head to collect his gaze and hold it with her own in a tender lock. "If anyone else disrespected you like that, I would want to rip their heart out. And if the women of Nocturne don't know what they're missing, then I'd sacrifice nearly anything to keep them from finding out. I treasure this, being your choice. Don't ever make less of it than it is."
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Date: 2018-09-13 03:38 pm (UTC)His heart was on his tongue, ready to spill from his lips, and Neil just barely managed to wrap it up in her name instead of an I love you. It was too soon, and yet here she was telling him she would rip out hearts on his behalf...it stole his breath and was its own kind of frustration.
Still, he smiled, bright and broad and humbled as he met her gaze, held by her tenderness, helpless in the wake of a giddy sort of warmth. All he could do was finally nod, and swallow his heart back down again.
"The will of the gods upon your tongue." He promised. "I'll try to remember. And if I forget?"
His heart rolled forward again. He wrapped it in other words again, finally breaking her gaze and tipping his head back, hoping she remembered the story of the Sky Maker.
"I'll look up."
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Date: 2018-09-13 08:23 pm (UTC)Instead of forestalling his words, she turned her head to press her lips and her love into his palm and seal his promise with her kiss. His promise that said as clear as words, I love you. I choose you. I want only you.
Her chest felt tight and her vision swam on a sheen of tears, her new love for him vying with her love for Robin. What did True Love mean if she could feel this much for someone else? If she could want him to love her first and always? She worried that it was just selfishness, that she was grabbing what she could have, because it hurt too much to do anything else...and yet she knew she wouldn't, couldn't, let him go.
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Date: 2018-09-13 09:14 pm (UTC)Gathering both her hands in his, he pressed them to the center of his chest--where she'd slid fingers into his body that first night to show him his heart, and how fast she could crush it.
"Skies have clouds, it's not always clear. You can't always see every piece--and that's okay." he assured her softly. Hesitating, he pressed her hands more firmly against his chest, running his thumbs along the backs in a gentle caress as his mouth worked soundlessly for a long moment, trying to find a way to explain...
"Dahgo. It doesn't really have an English translation--okay, it kinda does, but I'm not telling you what it is yet." His playful smile made a joke of it for a moment, then softened. "It's like one of those foreign words that describes the...smell of loneliness in a forest, or the way it feels to sit on a bus with a buncha people, crap like that. It's complete conquest through perfect submission--a win/win situation you can only achieve by putting yourself in a position where you are a hundred percent gonna lose."
He took a deep breath, then kissed her.
"It's getting your heart ripped out, and not really being able to feel anything? But remembering just enough that you kiss the person holding it right before they crush it and kill you. Dahgo is the reason you steal that kiss--you know you're not gonna live, and you don't care 'cause you got to kiss the girl. You felt her mouth on yours, you know how she tastes, and you did it with a perfect understanding of what was coming. Even if you die, you still got kissed--win/win...only sometimes, just sometimes, you get lucky. You don't just get the kiss, you get your heart back, too. That's dahgo. That's what I have right now, right here, with you...and if someone crushes my heart? Too goddamn bad, I still win: they can't take away what I feel. The worst that can happen is getting my heart back. Do you understand? I mean--does that make sense?"
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Date: 2018-09-14 06:04 am (UTC)She let him talk, let him love her, let him explain why it didn't matter that she still loved Robin or that he might lose her if Robin came for her. And she was grateful, beyond grateful, when she tucked her head to his chest to rain kisses over his hands, not to have to feel guilt on his behalf. "I understand. You wanted this--" Her head lifted, eyes opened to find his gaze so there could be no mistaking that she accepted the connection between them. "--wanted me, and now you have me. If that ends, you'll still have had this with me. For reasons I still don't understand, I'm worth getting your heart crushed for."
She wet lips gone brittle and dry from breathing through her mouth, so not to cry. She started to tell him that it wasn't this with him that was the problem. It was that having it felt like losing Robin. But she couldn't. Or if she could, she wouldn't. Neil loved her and somehow that made him happy. Another day she could ask him to hold her while she wept for Robin (and knew he would, and would never resent her for it), but not today.
Today, she would bask in this and him. Today her love for Robin would have to fend for itself.
She glanced up at him again and leaned up to plant another kiss on his mouth. "My dragon knight," she murmured at him, voice sweet and low. "As long as you know I don't intend for that to happen."
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Date: 2018-09-14 07:08 am (UTC)The words weren't said--but he knew. She knew. It was thrilling, it filled him with light--and yet he felt a serenity he'd never known underneath that beautiful freefall into her.
"And I am. Your...dragon knight." He paused, laughing softly as he ducked his head, shaking it a little in amazement. "I like that, it's--you do realize I have absolutely no noble blood, right? I held position at court, but I never held a title."
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Date: 2018-09-14 05:16 pm (UTC)And yet, something warm and wickedly perverse bubbled up in her then, the rebellious part of her spirit that had given rise to her evil self. He could be a knight. She was the queen after all. It had to be good for something in this world. Not today, but someday soon... yes.
She hid a grin (take that, Mother) behind the light in her eyes that was all him. "So, now, say that again without the hesitation." Sue her, she liked hearing it. Even if you dropped the 'E' word, she was still a possessive witch.
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Date: 2018-09-14 06:16 pm (UTC)"The will of the gods upon my tongue: I am your dragon knight." he repeated, promised, then sealed the simple promise with another kiss--simple, chaste, ceremonial.
And when he drew back, raised an eyebrow at her with a mischievous smile of his own. "Happy now?"
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Date: 2018-09-15 12:46 am (UTC)As happy as she'd been with Robin, and that, if he only knew it, said everything.