[ There were times that Istredd purposely went placating even when he knew she wanted a fight as his own version of passive-aggressive pettiness. They are opposites but they are also the same in the face of their flaws. Prideful, arrogant, passionate in their interests, foolish in their separate blind spots, born outsiders with something to prove, and it's only in the details of their priorities and goals that separated them. They met in the middle for so long and what they shared, what they still share, is very real.
The truth here is what they both know, and it's that he was trying to get her attention. He found a way to do it because she could easily brush him off if he directly approached her. That bickering was unnecessary when he could ping her annoyance to get her here. The intention to set off her jealousy was unconscious, although he sees it now in her and it feeds him, gives him a sense of satisfaction.
All this time he's wanted to find a way to get back to her level, to make her see them as equals again, to be the person she knows can be her partner. It doesn't have to be in a romantic way, it can be in any way, because they know how to be a team more than anyone else can understand. And yet, a part of him knows now they're rolling around in this moment that sometimes it's being dragged down to her level. Setting each other off, digging their metaphoric nails in.
I am not afraid, she hisses, and he doesn't need to tell her she is. His bright eyes are knowing and the point is he would rather she not be. They both can be strong now, that is his point. He can be strong for her, for this entire castle. He has thought before about how all of this would make Stregobor proud, and that is sickening, but her? If he could make her less afraid, it would be everything.
They are so close they are sharing air and the last time they kissed, it was her trying to entice him into another chance, and he almost fell for it. This though? He has no ability to resist and no want to. Her territorial insistence on being the one to kill him is hilarious internally, but the fact she follows it up with a kiss is what he wanted. She doesn't want to be free of him. Never did.
He moves forward with the pull without any resistance, immediately pulling an arm around her waist and tugging her into him as their lips meet. For a blinding moment, completely unprepared for the intense wave of desire and need, Istredd doesn't think to shield it. It's pure feeling and it wouldn't matter if he didn't share a close telempathic bond with someone. It only lasts a few seconds of him not thinking through the lust and then he manages to remember and slam down a mental shield. He would feel bad about that later, but he isn't thinking about anyone else but her. In that, she's won.
The insane part of this is it has been decades and it feels so familiar, like coming home. Istredd crushes her to him and his hand on her cheek dives into her dark hair, kissing her with a hunger he hasn't felt for all that time too. No one has been able to compare. Some desires are eternal.]
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The truth here is what they both know, and it's that he was trying to get her attention. He found a way to do it because she could easily brush him off if he directly approached her. That bickering was unnecessary when he could ping her annoyance to get her here. The intention to set off her jealousy was unconscious, although he sees it now in her and it feeds him, gives him a sense of satisfaction.
All this time he's wanted to find a way to get back to her level, to make her see them as equals again, to be the person she knows can be her partner. It doesn't have to be in a romantic way, it can be in any way, because they know how to be a team more than anyone else can understand. And yet, a part of him knows now they're rolling around in this moment that sometimes it's being dragged down to her level. Setting each other off, digging their metaphoric nails in.
I am not afraid, she hisses, and he doesn't need to tell her she is. His bright eyes are knowing and the point is he would rather she not be. They both can be strong now, that is his point. He can be strong for her, for this entire castle. He has thought before about how all of this would make Stregobor proud, and that is sickening, but her? If he could make her less afraid, it would be everything.
They are so close they are sharing air and the last time they kissed, it was her trying to entice him into another chance, and he almost fell for it. This though? He has no ability to resist and no want to. Her territorial insistence on being the one to kill him is hilarious internally, but the fact she follows it up with a kiss is what he wanted. She doesn't want to be free of him. Never did.
He moves forward with the pull without any resistance, immediately pulling an arm around her waist and tugging her into him as their lips meet. For a blinding moment, completely unprepared for the intense wave of desire and need, Istredd doesn't think to shield it. It's pure feeling and it wouldn't matter if he didn't share a close telempathic bond with someone. It only lasts a few seconds of him not thinking through the lust and then he manages to remember and slam down a mental shield. He would feel bad about that later, but he isn't thinking about anyone else but her. In that, she's won.
The insane part of this is it has been decades and it feels so familiar, like coming home. Istredd crushes her to him and his hand on her cheek dives into her dark hair, kissing her with a hunger he hasn't felt for all that time too. No one has been able to compare. Some desires are eternal.]