[ But there's something about the way he say that, honestly. It makes her glance away for a split second, before her gaze comes to rest on his face again. ]
We are all adults, and besides... this is the life we were unable to have at home. Even if is not... the most picturesque.
[ She frowns again, closing her eyes. When she speaks, her tone is serious, because she knows better than anyone here what the prophecy stated. What needed to be done.
Her presence is what kept the sun from fading away completely. And even then, their days were numbered. She knew after she passed, night would come swiftly. Without Noctis, there is little hope that the sun reaches their star now. ]
Darkness is, will, and most likely already has engulfed our star. There is nothing we can do about that, presently. The only redeeming thing is that we are not seeing large amounts of Eosian people arriving.
[ Which means, bluntly: where there is life, there is hope. ]
...But there is no point in discussing that right now.
[ Shaking his head, Nyx keeps his back to her, jaw feeling tight once again. It's not anything that he likes to think about. That it was all for nothing. Again, he shakes his head and he turns to look at her for a moment. ]
[ That. That has her shaking her head again, whether he sees it or not. He has no idea how wrong he is. She is the one who is meant to be here, not Nyx. Not Noctis, nor Ignis nor Prompto. ]
I knew from the time I was a little girl that I was meant to pass away. But you were not. You were in the wrong place at the wrong time, just like everyone else in Insomnia. I spent the last of my life energy trying to save Noctis, but it wasn't enough. Ignis and Prompto suffered similar fates.
I will say one thing, you are right: I shouldn't be here. I should be dead, but not here. Even in death, the Oracle is not allowed to rest. Not until the darkness is banished and the daemons taken care of. Not until the Chosen King takes his throne and saves our star. But here we all are. And I still don't understand how or why any of this is happening, or why things have deviated from the path the Gods intended. I am just sorry that you and the others got pulled into this as well.
[ For a moment, he's silent, just trying to absorb everything that she's just said. Truth be told, it's not like he knew much about her duty aside from being a Princess. So to hear that she was meant to pass away... that has him pause, has him stare to her through the darkness of the cabin. ]
I made a choice. My life for the future's. If I hadn't, they would have got that ring from you right then and there. I didn't get pulled into anything. I did what I knew was right.
You didn't have one though, didn't have a choice to make and that's why you shouldn't be here.
[ Luna can do nothing but stare back at him, really. Because there's not a single trace of deception in her voice, there's no reason to hide anything. Not now, after everything has already been said and done. ]
I'm sorry you had to make that choice, Nyx. Though your actions spared the lives of many... and allowed me to deliver the ring to Noctis. Though... he says he never received it.
[ Which has her brows drawing together again, because she remembers passing it to him. She remembers telling him goodbye... not that it matters now. ]
The decision was made when the Crystal ordained Noctis the King of Kings. Noctis was five, I was nine. I was approached by a messenger of the Gods, Gentiana. I told her that I accepted my fate and that I would gladly give my life to ensure a future full of light and prosperity. That I would do everything in my power to ensure that the Chosen fulfilled his destiny, too. But...
[ ....She should be a spirit wandering Eos right now, awaiting the time that Noctis would be ready to finish things. ]
...but we are all here now, unfortunately. And it is what we must accept, for the time being.
[ Things he'd never known about before and now that he does, he's not so sure how he feels about it? Were these Gods and Kings and Crystal and everything else really so heartless that they viewed them all as nothing more than pawns in whatever game they were playing? Because it sure feels like it. ]
No offense, but your Gods are assholes.
[ Just like the Kings as far as he's concerned. ]
So what? We just sit around here and make a new life for ourselves? That what you're suggesting?
[ To put it bluntly: yes. That's exactly what they all were, in the big scheme of things. Destiny and fate dictated by the Gods and their whims. ]
Not all of them... Shiva was wonderful.
[ She'd know, okay. ]
...Yes. Until we can find a way to somehow free ourselves from here, assuming that is even possible... yes. That's all we can do. It is better than sitting around and dwelling on things, yes?
With hallucinations driving people mad, creepy dolls perched outside cabins, an endless darkness with the flame of these lanterns being the only source of light and to keep us safe, and who knows what else might be out there just waiting to have happen.
[ Turning, he shakes his head. ]
Sounds great. [ Yes, that's sarcasm. ] Might as well make myself useful then.
[ To which he makes his way for the front door, figuring it best to just wander off on a walk himself. ]
[ Maybe it's that he never thought he'd see her again. Maybe it's the thought of losing her here. Maybe it's his remembering the day he had seen her on his television entering the city as the Princess of Tenebrae. He doesn't know why and it's not as though he's given much in the way of time to figure it out. Because when she nips at his heels with her words, he stops. He turns on bare heels to face her and rather than argue further with her, rather than tell her why none of this is so easy to swallow or accept as being anywhere close to being fine or some second chance in disguise, he kisses her. He kisses her in a way that is quick and impulsive and something he hasn't realized he's wanted to do. But the moment he does, he finds it something beyond difficult to pull from. Yet he does, with a gasp, speechless and staring to her and almost positive that his heart is seconds away from pounding out of his chest. ]
[ To think that this all started because she made the silly decision to try and take off on a pointless little walk. She's glad, at least, that he got to get some of this off of his chest. That he can at least vent some of his frustrations; she hopes that, in the future, he can place his faith in her again. She doesn't mind listening or letting him rant it out.
When he swivels around to face her, she stops before she can bump into him from the suddenness of it. For a split second, she thinks she's pushed her luck and that he's going to snap. What he does surprises her, throws her off guard: she's never been kissed before, and she's not at all expecting this. She gasps quietly; there's been an undeniable attraction between them, even she has noticed that. It's hard to deny the pull that he has on her, or that she very much enjoys spending time with him.
Even if he wants to pull away? That's not happening now. Because just as impulsive, Lunafreya places her hands back onto his cheeks, leans up on her toes and presses her mouth against his again. She's not really sure how this is happening or why it is a thing, but it is a thing. It is happening, and she can't really bother to think that perhaps they've got a lot of talking to do. How can she, when this feels so... right? ]
[ At first, he'd thought he had overstepped his boundaries. To just flat out kiss her like that... he wouldn't have blamed her if she slapped him for it. Because even though her and Noctis are no longer engaged, it still feels sudden, still feels impulsive, still feels like it shouldn't be something a Glaive should be doing with a Princess of all people. Yet he finds himself drawn back into her with her hands on his cheeks and his lips against hers and everything seems to somehow melt away in that moment. The very real possibility that any of the other three could walk through that door at any given time, the fact that they'd been more or less arguing with one another just a few seconds ago. The fact that there is a creepy doll that Nyx still feels slightly unsettled about sitting outside the front of the cabin but thankfully not peeking in on them. All of that seems to slip away from him as he finds himself cupping her neck with his hands and returning that kiss with just as much impulse as the first.
This feels like a longtime coming somehow despite how short a time they spent together back on Eos and he finds himself nudging her back through the darkness until she's pressed against the wall, lips blindly brushing over hers as hands slip away from her neck and down to settle on her waist instead. He pulls her flush against him, teeth gently nipping at her lower lip, and he finds himself growing hotter (and harder) the more the seconds tick away as they're like this. The more he drowns in these impulsive and so very wanted kisses. The more he feels himself falling into her. ]
[ There is one tiny portion of her brain that is trying to tell her to stop this, to be reasonable. That they need to slow down, this is impulsive and rushed. But that little voice is being drowned out by needs far greater than being reasonable. She's never been kissed before; no one would have ever dared, considering whom her older brother was. She's never wanted to be kissed. Not until now.
Now, it's almost like a fire has been lit within her. When his hands find their way to her neck, hers move from his cheeks so that she can properly wind her arms around his neck. She's far too preoccupied to realize that they're moving; even as her back gently hits the wall, she hardly registers it. How can she, when he pulls her close? Her fingers tangle into the hair at the back of his neck and she keeps him close, too, as if at any second he will just disappear like sand between her fingers.
She's always been a responsible person, always doing the right thing and sacrificing this or that so that others can be happy. It's that thought that makes whatever shred of worry or doubt that's left in her head float away, what makes her relax in his arms and against his body, and what drives her to tip her head just so, just enough so that she can further deepen their kisses. Her hands run down his back slowly, lightly digging into the material of his shirt. She needs this. She needs him. ]
[ They're both chained to their respective duties, aren't they? Nyx with his constant feeling the need to save and protect not only those he cares about, but as many people as he can. Luna with her Oracle duties which tie to Noctis and that ring he's destined to have. Neither of them have ever really taken time for themselves, taken pleasure for themselves. Always busy with watching over others, ensuring others are safe, are happy... have a chance at a life neither of them could have.
So it's selfish. He knows it to be. Swooping in and claiming his young King's ex right here out in the open of the cabin they all share and seemingly not giving a damn. All he can see and feel and taste is her. Those fleeting glances given to one another, the way in which she somehow just knew how to be there for him when he didn't even want to be there for himself. She's helped him to see the future differently. Helped him to feel something he hasn't felt in a long-ass time.
The heat between them is from a chemistry they've both had with one another since they first met and he falls right into it and her warmth without much resistance. Hands desperately roam over her body, caressing against her breasts through her dress while a knee slips between her legs to keep her there against the wall. He sighs against her lips, parting them as he trails kisses along her jaw and neck, hands blindly pulling at her dress, lifting it up above her waist. The knee he has between her legs rubs at her in a way that's meant to stimulate her until his hand can finds itself there and when it does, he replaces the rubbing with the gentle stroke of fingers between her legs, breathing hard against her neck as he feels her on his hand. ]
[ It's true; all they've done, all they've known for the last... forever is making sure that others are taken care of. So who is to say they aren't allowed to take a little time for themselves? They are allowed to be selfish, too. Here, at least, where the chains of fate and duty aren't totally shackled to them, at least.
And she's enjoyed the time that she's gotten to spend with Nyx. He's always been kind and caring, he's always watching out for not only her best interest, but for every other person he meets as well. He's charming, he's amusing, and he's filled the void of some rather lonely evenings. Talking about their childhoods or things that they'd done at home as they lay in the dark, preparing for sleep... he has no idea how much she enjoys those conversations and his comforting presence.
Not that she can voice that much right now. Perhaps later, when things aren't so heated as they are at the moment; he's thrown her for a total loop. She's never done anything like this before, and her body isn't sure what it's meant to process first. It's overwhelming in the best way possible, so much so that she can't even bring herself to be demure or embarrassed.
Her hands move down his back and around to his sides so that she can tug his shirt up and over his head, tossing it off to the side without so much as a second thought. Her hands press against his torso and slide down, fingertips mapping out every inch of skin that they can find, tracing over hard muscle built over the course of many years of hard work.
He manages to pull a soft gasp from her, however, when his knee is suddenly replaced with his fingers, and she can't help but roll her hips up against his gentle fingers. Her own hands trail down to his belt, and her fingers fumble to get it undone. But when it falls open, she manages to maneuver his pants open so that she can dip her hand inside so that she can gently wrap her fingers around his hardening length, closing her hand around him as she slowly begins to stroke him. ]
[ Were there any amount of decent lighting given, she would see the faint scars which run across his chest which are permanently etched into his skin and ones that he will never forget. But it's muscle she feels instead and they flex and grow tight at the gentle ghosting of her fingers over them; he can't even recall the last time someone had touched him in such a way.
The way she feels so warm and wet against his fingers is already enough to draw out a sound from him. But when she undoes the front of his pants and slips her own hand in for his cock, he moans against the crook of her neck, so much to the point that it even sounds as though a curse softly spills from his lips.
He kisses her again, hard and with that same moan, head spinning as he strokes her with his middle finger. The sounds she makes only make him more eager, two hearts lost in the darkness of the cabin with the flickering of lanterns giving them brief glimpses of one another as they drown in one another through kisses and touches, Nyx cradling her face as he so eagerly yet lovingly drowns in her lips.
But the need between their legs outshines any moments to be tender or soft and he shifts with lips still brushing over hers, hands blindly stripping her of her underwear before coming to grip slender hips as he lifts her up and presses her hard against the wall again. His lips rarely leave her own, even as he helps her wrap her legs around him and cradles her face between his hands for a deeper kiss. This isn't really how he imagined any of this going, how he thought he'd ever make a move on her. Not that he really planned to but... it seems there'd been a little more unresolved sexual tension between the two of them that either of them thought and so it's led to this. Desperate and needy and starved for the other.
He ducks his head down for a moment between them, pushing his pants down just a little further before he grips his length between his hand, lines himself up between those slender legs of hers. His head spins, feeling her rub against the head of his cock and she's just as eager for him as he is for her. Shit. He'll deal with whatever comes after this later. With an open-mouth kiss to her lips, he holds tight to the small of her back with his one hand while he slides himself inside her with the help of the other and just groans against those lips as she takes him. ]
[ She, in turn, is glad for the faint light, and for the fact that her dress, whilst hiked up, isn't hiked up all the way. Like Nyx, she's got scars, but the most prominent is a large, thick scar under her rib cage where a certain dagger was stabbed into her body. The wound, which was still bleeding and gaping when she arrived, has since closed, but it's not particularly something that she really enjoys letting anyone see. It was bad enough letting poor Ignis see it.
That doesn't really matter right now. What does matter right now, is how hard he feels between her fingers and how good he's making her feel with those hot kisses against her throat and the way his own fingers stroke her in all the right ways.
Nyx is a kindred spirit. He knows what it's like to lose those closest to him, he's known suffering just the same. They may have come from vastly different places and lifestyles, but their lives are -- or rather, were not so different in the big scheme of things.
This is something that they both want. That they both clearly need, and she'd be lying if she said she wasn't attracted to him. She finds it's easy to be pulled into his orbit when they're together, and tonight his gravitational pull is strong. She is happy to maneuver her legs around his hips, moaning softly into his mouth as she slides her arms around him. His cock presses against her, and it sends a thrill of electricity up her spine, especially so when he pushes into her.
It's an odd sensation, at first; a bit uncomfortable, but it's nothing she can't handle. Experimentally, she rolls her hips up against his, sighing against his mouth and lightly nibbling on his lower lip and fingers lightly digging into the backs of his shoulders. ]
[ If this were any other time, he might have been more slow and gentle with this. Take his time, touch her all over in places and ways that would make her sigh. But desperation runs hot through his veins and apparently, hers as well. An explosion of emotions and feelings and desires for one another - for one thing - that anything slow and gentle just won't do, isn't what's needed in this moment here in the dark. It's that rough, raw, insatiable passion they both crave from each other and it's exactly why he has her up against the wall like this.
With only a couple seconds for a moment to breathe, he kisses her again. Hard. Hands gripping at her breasts through her dress as he rocks up into her desperately. His head spins, grunts and sighs leaving his lips with practically every thrust into her. She's tight, she's warm, she's wrapped around him in ways he never thought she would be, though he'd be a damn liar to say he hadn't wondered about it once or twice.
He kisses at her cheek, her neck, trailing wet marks down her jaw until he finds her lips again, hands slipping down to grasp more tightly at slender hips, needing to pull her more into him with every quick, hard thrust. ]
[ Luna hadn't realized, at least until right now, that Nyx was having similar thoughts and feelings to her own. That he, too, felt the attraction that they clearly had towards one another. That her own wasn't just one sided. He doesn't strike her as the type to be so impulsive, either... on the battlefield yes, but not when it comes to these matters. Nyx really is the whole package and more; he's kind, protective, caring, respectful, handsome. Even now, even in the heat of the moment there's a feeling of being safe with him, as if despite the fact they are currently up against a wall in the middle of the living room, in his presence they are the only two in this world and they are safe.
His hands are all over the place, but hers aren't idle, either. They move up and down his back; sometimes in light touches, other moments they clutch onto his shoulders as if she's holding on for dear life, her short nails lightly marking him up in places. Something she'll probably apologize later for, of course. If she even realizes that she's made any kind of scratch on him period.
There's something building up within her, though. It's as if a tightly coiled spring is being pulled taught, and with each thrust it's getting closer and closer to popping in all of the right ways. She murmurs his name, it's quiet but desperate as she leans back in to capture his lips, tugging him flush against her body, legs tightening around his hips and fingers finding their way into his hair. ]
[ She's not the only one who feels something building up within and it drives his movements to become harder and quicker and deeper. The way she wraps herself around him, holds him tight in ways he can't even remember being held before... it's enough to drive any man into such a desperate, needy state, and there's still a part of him somewhere that can't believe this is actually happening between them.
The only thing he can hear in the darkness of the cabin is the desperate sounds of their fucking in the dark and their ragged breathing which falls against flushed skin. Giving in like this is apparently something they've both needed and as much as he wants to draw it out, to slide in and out of her over and over again, with how desperate and needy they are with one another like this, it's bound to be short-lived.
His lips brush over hers, the gentle caress of her name nothing more than a strained whisper. She's so warm, so gorgeous even in the darkness like this. She's everything he shouldn't have and yet he's inside her, pushing her up against the wall with every thrust he makes her take and she sounds so lovely as she begs for more in her own way. ]
[ He can slide in and out of her again later. Probably. She doesn't know if this is ever going to happen again, honestly, or what comes after this. She's not really thinking about that right now, though; she's thinking more along the lines of what's happening in the moment. The way he feels inside her, the way he surrounds her.
She's usually a composed woman, able to keep her emotions and needs, whatever they may be, in check. But he's made her come completely undone, taken every and all of her inhibitions away. All she knows right now is him and the way he fills her and makes her feel something truly pleasant for the first time in years.
She can't help it, the way she buries her face into his neck and inhales, taking in his scent and everything that is him. Her whimper of his name is muffled against his skin, at least until she finally lifts her head so that she can press her forehead against his, a hand lightly pressed to his cheek. A few hard thrusts later, she cries out as that tightly wound coil finally comes undone within her, and she quivers, pushing her hips up against his hard. ]
[ What comes later doesn't even matter in this moment between them, despite it approaching quicker and quicker with every thrust he makes into her. The so-called consequences of this moment of theirs... can there really be any? They're both adults, both free of any sort of relationship, but Luna... whether or not she harbors lingering feelings for the young king is... something he's not so sure about, something he might simply be a replacement for in the physical sense. Regardless, she's here. Pressed flush against him and the wall. Moving as he does. Feeling what he does. Letting everything out for the first time in a long time.
He feels her hand to his cheek and it's enough to lazily have his eyes open. It's difficult to see in the darkness of the cabin, the flickering of their lanterns not giving much in the way of light, but he doesn't need to see her. He can feel her all around him in a way he never has before and, in a lot of ways, it's more close and real to him than if he were able to see her with his eyes.
Teeth drag along her lower lip, groaning as eyes fall shut and he feels the way she pushes against him. He's far too gone to try and resist this, resist her, and so he holds tight to her, arms wrapping around her back, his breathing mixed with her own and head spinning in the heat of having her coming undone against him like this... and he joins her. A strangled groan leaving his lips as his face buries against the crook of her neck and he spills inside so warmly with everything he has. Too late to pull out, part of him not wanting to. But he holds her close with fingers digging into her flushed skin, keeping her there against the wall. A mess in so many ways within the darkness of the cabin. ]
[ Luna's a worrier. Even if she doesn't let anyone else see it, she worries, she thinks ahead... it's just how her brain is wired. Except she didn't really think ahead this time around, considering what is currently transpiring... not that it matters. She just knows that this, whatever it may be and whatever it may lead to, feels right and is something that as supposed to happen.
She can feel something spill into her, something warm and she knows exactly what that is. She's not too worried, not concerned about anything coming of it. They're dead, after all... procreation can't exactly happen between two very deceased people. As he buries his face into her neck, she runs her fingers through his hair, a gesture meant to be soothing, something that just comes naturally after everything.
Even as she pets his hair and tries to catch her breath, her brain is booting back up and kicking into overdrive. They just did this, this really happened; they just had sex, out in the open where anyone could just barge in. Does she regret it? No. Never. But now she has no idea what is going to happen, how this is supposed to work.
It's what makes her lean in, press her cheek against his own and close her eyes. It's okay for right now... right now, she just wants to remain close, even if for a little while, and not think about what comes next. ]
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Date: 2019-10-27 03:46 am (UTC)[ But there's something about the way he say that, honestly. It makes her glance away for a split second, before her gaze comes to rest on his face again. ]
We are all adults, and besides... this is the life we were unable to have at home. Even if is not... the most picturesque.
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Date: 2019-10-27 03:48 am (UTC)The life we're unable to have at home?
[ He shakes his head, pulling his hand away as he turns some. ]
Funny because this is pretty much how I'd imagine Insomnia and everywhere else to be if darkness took over.
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Date: 2019-10-27 03:53 am (UTC)Her presence is what kept the sun from fading away completely. And even then, their days were numbered. She knew after she passed, night would come swiftly. Without Noctis, there is little hope that the sun reaches their star now. ]
Darkness is, will, and most likely already has engulfed our star. There is nothing we can do about that, presently. The only redeeming thing is that we are not seeing large amounts of Eosian people arriving.
[ Which means, bluntly: where there is life, there is hope. ]
...But there is no point in discussing that right now.
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Date: 2019-10-27 04:03 am (UTC)You shouldn't be here. None of you should.
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Date: 2019-10-27 04:14 am (UTC)I knew from the time I was a little girl that I was meant to pass away. But you were not. You were in the wrong place at the wrong time, just like everyone else in Insomnia. I spent the last of my life energy trying to save Noctis, but it wasn't enough. Ignis and Prompto suffered similar fates.
I will say one thing, you are right: I shouldn't be here. I should be dead, but not here. Even in death, the Oracle is not allowed to rest. Not until the darkness is banished and the daemons taken care of. Not until the Chosen King takes his throne and saves our star. But here we all are. And I still don't understand how or why any of this is happening, or why things have deviated from the path the Gods intended. I am just sorry that you and the others got pulled into this as well.
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Date: 2019-10-27 04:19 am (UTC)I made a choice. My life for the future's. If I hadn't, they would have got that ring from you right then and there. I didn't get pulled into anything. I did what I knew was right.
You didn't have one though, didn't have a choice to make and that's why you shouldn't be here.
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Date: 2019-10-27 04:30 am (UTC)I'm sorry you had to make that choice, Nyx. Though your actions spared the lives of many... and allowed me to deliver the ring to Noctis. Though... he says he never received it.
[ Which has her brows drawing together again, because she remembers passing it to him. She remembers telling him goodbye... not that it matters now. ]
The decision was made when the Crystal ordained Noctis the King of Kings. Noctis was five, I was nine. I was approached by a messenger of the Gods, Gentiana. I told her that I accepted my fate and that I would gladly give my life to ensure a future full of light and prosperity. That I would do everything in my power to ensure that the Chosen fulfilled his destiny, too. But...
[ ....She should be a spirit wandering Eos right now, awaiting the time that Noctis would be ready to finish things. ]
...but we are all here now, unfortunately. And it is what we must accept, for the time being.
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Date: 2019-10-27 04:36 am (UTC)No offense, but your Gods are assholes.
[ Just like the Kings as far as he's concerned. ]
So what? We just sit around here and make a new life for ourselves? That what you're suggesting?
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Date: 2019-10-27 04:40 am (UTC)Not all of them... Shiva was wonderful.
[ She'd know, okay. ]
...Yes. Until we can find a way to somehow free ourselves from here, assuming that is even possible... yes. That's all we can do. It is better than sitting around and dwelling on things, yes?
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Date: 2019-10-27 04:44 am (UTC)[ And how dryly that's said. ]
With hallucinations driving people mad, creepy dolls perched outside cabins, an endless darkness with the flame of these lanterns being the only source of light and to keep us safe, and who knows what else might be out there just waiting to have happen.
[ Turning, he shakes his head. ]
Sounds great. [ Yes, that's sarcasm. ] Might as well make myself useful then.
[ To which he makes his way for the front door, figuring it best to just wander off on a walk himself. ]
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Date: 2019-10-27 04:48 am (UTC)[ Negativity isn't going to help things. And frankly, she's had enough of that to last her entire after life. ]
Please? Try? [ But there he goes, and now once again she's at his heels, walking after him. ]
The only thing we can do is make the best of what we have. So please, Nyx. Just settle down. Come, sit down with me for a while.
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Date: 2019-10-27 05:06 am (UTC)When he swivels around to face her, she stops before she can bump into him from the suddenness of it. For a split second, she thinks she's pushed her luck and that he's going to snap. What he does surprises her, throws her off guard: she's never been kissed before, and she's not at all expecting this. She gasps quietly; there's been an undeniable attraction between them, even she has noticed that. It's hard to deny the pull that he has on her, or that she very much enjoys spending time with him.
Even if he wants to pull away? That's not happening now. Because just as impulsive, Lunafreya places her hands back onto his cheeks, leans up on her toes and presses her mouth against his again. She's not really sure how this is happening or why it is a thing, but it is a thing. It is happening, and she can't really bother to think that perhaps they've got a lot of talking to do. How can she, when this feels so... right? ]
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Date: 2019-10-27 05:19 am (UTC)This feels like a longtime coming somehow despite how short a time they spent together back on Eos and he finds himself nudging her back through the darkness until she's pressed against the wall, lips blindly brushing over hers as hands slip away from her neck and down to settle on her waist instead. He pulls her flush against him, teeth gently nipping at her lower lip, and he finds himself growing hotter (and harder) the more the seconds tick away as they're like this. The more he drowns in these impulsive and so very wanted kisses. The more he feels himself falling into her. ]
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Date: 2019-10-28 02:23 am (UTC)Now, it's almost like a fire has been lit within her. When his hands find their way to her neck, hers move from his cheeks so that she can properly wind her arms around his neck. She's far too preoccupied to realize that they're moving; even as her back gently hits the wall, she hardly registers it. How can she, when he pulls her close? Her fingers tangle into the hair at the back of his neck and she keeps him close, too, as if at any second he will just disappear like sand between her fingers.
She's always been a responsible person, always doing the right thing and sacrificing this or that so that others can be happy. It's that thought that makes whatever shred of worry or doubt that's left in her head float away, what makes her relax in his arms and against his body, and what drives her to tip her head just so, just enough so that she can further deepen their kisses. Her hands run down his back slowly, lightly digging into the material of his shirt. She needs this. She needs him. ]
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Date: 2019-10-28 02:50 am (UTC)So it's selfish. He knows it to be. Swooping in and claiming his young King's ex right here out in the open of the cabin they all share and seemingly not giving a damn. All he can see and feel and taste is her. Those fleeting glances given to one another, the way in which she somehow just knew how to be there for him when he didn't even want to be there for himself. She's helped him to see the future differently. Helped him to feel something he hasn't felt in a long-ass time.
The heat between them is from a chemistry they've both had with one another since they first met and he falls right into it and her warmth without much resistance. Hands desperately roam over her body, caressing against her breasts through her dress while a knee slips between her legs to keep her there against the wall. He sighs against her lips, parting them as he trails kisses along her jaw and neck, hands blindly pulling at her dress, lifting it up above her waist. The knee he has between her legs rubs at her in a way that's meant to stimulate her until his hand can finds itself there and when it does, he replaces the rubbing with the gentle stroke of fingers between her legs, breathing hard against her neck as he feels her on his hand. ]
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Date: 2019-10-28 03:19 am (UTC)And she's enjoyed the time that she's gotten to spend with Nyx. He's always been kind and caring, he's always watching out for not only her best interest, but for every other person he meets as well. He's charming, he's amusing, and he's filled the void of some rather lonely evenings. Talking about their childhoods or things that they'd done at home as they lay in the dark, preparing for sleep... he has no idea how much she enjoys those conversations and his comforting presence.
Not that she can voice that much right now. Perhaps later, when things aren't so heated as they are at the moment; he's thrown her for a total loop. She's never done anything like this before, and her body isn't sure what it's meant to process first. It's overwhelming in the best way possible, so much so that she can't even bring herself to be demure or embarrassed.
Her hands move down his back and around to his sides so that she can tug his shirt up and over his head, tossing it off to the side without so much as a second thought. Her hands press against his torso and slide down, fingertips mapping out every inch of skin that they can find, tracing over hard muscle built over the course of many years of hard work.
He manages to pull a soft gasp from her, however, when his knee is suddenly replaced with his fingers, and she can't help but roll her hips up against his gentle fingers. Her own hands trail down to his belt, and her fingers fumble to get it undone. But when it falls open, she manages to maneuver his pants open so that she can dip her hand inside so that she can gently wrap her fingers around his hardening length, closing her hand around him as she slowly begins to stroke him. ]
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Date: 2019-10-28 04:01 am (UTC)The way she feels so warm and wet against his fingers is already enough to draw out a sound from him. But when she undoes the front of his pants and slips her own hand in for his cock, he moans against the crook of her neck, so much to the point that it even sounds as though a curse softly spills from his lips.
He kisses her again, hard and with that same moan, head spinning as he strokes her with his middle finger. The sounds she makes only make him more eager, two hearts lost in the darkness of the cabin with the flickering of lanterns giving them brief glimpses of one another as they drown in one another through kisses and touches, Nyx cradling her face as he so eagerly yet lovingly drowns in her lips.
But the need between their legs outshines any moments to be tender or soft and he shifts with lips still brushing over hers, hands blindly stripping her of her underwear before coming to grip slender hips as he lifts her up and presses her hard against the wall again. His lips rarely leave her own, even as he helps her wrap her legs around him and cradles her face between his hands for a deeper kiss. This isn't really how he imagined any of this going, how he thought he'd ever make a move on her. Not that he really planned to but... it seems there'd been a little more unresolved sexual tension between the two of them that either of them thought and so it's led to this. Desperate and needy and starved for the other.
He ducks his head down for a moment between them, pushing his pants down just a little further before he grips his length between his hand, lines himself up between those slender legs of hers. His head spins, feeling her rub against the head of his cock and she's just as eager for him as he is for her. Shit. He'll deal with whatever comes after this later. With an open-mouth kiss to her lips, he holds tight to the small of her back with his one hand while he slides himself inside her with the help of the other and just groans against those lips as she takes him. ]
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Date: 2019-10-29 07:56 am (UTC)That doesn't really matter right now. What does matter right now, is how hard he feels between her fingers and how good he's making her feel with those hot kisses against her throat and the way his own fingers stroke her in all the right ways.
Nyx is a kindred spirit. He knows what it's like to lose those closest to him, he's known suffering just the same. They may have come from vastly different places and lifestyles, but their lives are -- or rather, were not so different in the big scheme of things.
This is something that they both want. That they both clearly need, and she'd be lying if she said she wasn't attracted to him. She finds it's easy to be pulled into his orbit when they're together, and tonight his gravitational pull is strong. She is happy to maneuver her legs around his hips, moaning softly into his mouth as she slides her arms around him. His cock presses against her, and it sends a thrill of electricity up her spine, especially so when he pushes into her.
It's an odd sensation, at first; a bit uncomfortable, but it's nothing she can't handle. Experimentally, she rolls her hips up against his, sighing against his mouth and lightly nibbling on his lower lip and fingers lightly digging into the backs of his shoulders. ]
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Date: 2019-10-30 06:14 am (UTC)With only a couple seconds for a moment to breathe, he kisses her again. Hard. Hands gripping at her breasts through her dress as he rocks up into her desperately. His head spins, grunts and sighs leaving his lips with practically every thrust into her. She's tight, she's warm, she's wrapped around him in ways he never thought she would be, though he'd be a damn liar to say he hadn't wondered about it once or twice.
He kisses at her cheek, her neck, trailing wet marks down her jaw until he finds her lips again, hands slipping down to grasp more tightly at slender hips, needing to pull her more into him with every quick, hard thrust. ]
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Date: 2019-10-30 07:56 pm (UTC)His hands are all over the place, but hers aren't idle, either. They move up and down his back; sometimes in light touches, other moments they clutch onto his shoulders as if she's holding on for dear life, her short nails lightly marking him up in places. Something she'll probably apologize later for, of course. If she even realizes that she's made any kind of scratch on him period.
There's something building up within her, though. It's as if a tightly coiled spring is being pulled taught, and with each thrust it's getting closer and closer to popping in all of the right ways. She murmurs his name, it's quiet but desperate as she leans back in to capture his lips, tugging him flush against her body, legs tightening around his hips and fingers finding their way into his hair. ]
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Date: 2019-10-30 09:05 pm (UTC)The only thing he can hear in the darkness of the cabin is the desperate sounds of their fucking in the dark and their ragged breathing which falls against flushed skin. Giving in like this is apparently something they've both needed and as much as he wants to draw it out, to slide in and out of her over and over again, with how desperate and needy they are with one another like this, it's bound to be short-lived.
His lips brush over hers, the gentle caress of her name nothing more than a strained whisper. She's so warm, so gorgeous even in the darkness like this. She's everything he shouldn't have and yet he's inside her, pushing her up against the wall with every thrust he makes her take and she sounds so lovely as she begs for more in her own way. ]
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Date: 2019-10-30 09:31 pm (UTC)She's usually a composed woman, able to keep her emotions and needs, whatever they may be, in check. But he's made her come completely undone, taken every and all of her inhibitions away. All she knows right now is him and the way he fills her and makes her feel something truly pleasant for the first time in years.
She can't help it, the way she buries her face into his neck and inhales, taking in his scent and everything that is him. Her whimper of his name is muffled against his skin, at least until she finally lifts her head so that she can press her forehead against his, a hand lightly pressed to his cheek. A few hard thrusts later, she cries out as that tightly wound coil finally comes undone within her, and she quivers, pushing her hips up against his hard. ]
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Date: 2019-10-30 10:00 pm (UTC)He feels her hand to his cheek and it's enough to lazily have his eyes open. It's difficult to see in the darkness of the cabin, the flickering of their lanterns not giving much in the way of light, but he doesn't need to see her. He can feel her all around him in a way he never has before and, in a lot of ways, it's more close and real to him than if he were able to see her with his eyes.
Teeth drag along her lower lip, groaning as eyes fall shut and he feels the way she pushes against him. He's far too gone to try and resist this, resist her, and so he holds tight to her, arms wrapping around her back, his breathing mixed with her own and head spinning in the heat of having her coming undone against him like this... and he joins her. A strangled groan leaving his lips as his face buries against the crook of her neck and he spills inside so warmly with everything he has. Too late to pull out, part of him not wanting to. But he holds her close with fingers digging into her flushed skin, keeping her there against the wall. A mess in so many ways within the darkness of the cabin. ]
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Date: 2019-10-30 11:17 pm (UTC)She can feel something spill into her, something warm and she knows exactly what that is. She's not too worried, not concerned about anything coming of it. They're dead, after all... procreation can't exactly happen between two very deceased people. As he buries his face into her neck, she runs her fingers through his hair, a gesture meant to be soothing, something that just comes naturally after everything.
Even as she pets his hair and tries to catch her breath, her brain is booting back up and kicking into overdrive. They just did this, this really happened; they just had sex, out in the open where anyone could just barge in. Does she regret it? No. Never. But now she has no idea what is going to happen, how this is supposed to work.
It's what makes her lean in, press her cheek against his own and close her eyes. It's okay for right now... right now, she just wants to remain close, even if for a little while, and not think about what comes next. ]
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