02-15-2019, 03:34 AM
(This post was last modified: 02-15-2019, 04:24 PM by Kaltes-Herzeleid.)
Medals
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Lying on my back, my feet dangling over the edge of the bed I rested with a sweet ease. The distant cadence of water rushing through pipes and the steamy hiss of the shower were the only genuine noises at the moment. Drowned out by the rhythm and color of my thoughts, joined by the subtle creak of the bed as I hoisted my upper frame to an upright position. A certain curiosity snapping my body into movement, my feet touched the immaculate floor. The bedroom was always a bit chilly and it certainly did not slip my notice it was not only fitting, but likely intentional to motivate me to be closer to her physically.
Making my way over to the dresser my hands softly pulled open the top drawer, with such care I laid eyes on them. Displayed in a flat case the glass reflected my bearded face lightly.
A multitude of medals of contrasting shapes, sizes and coloration. She'd informed me offhandedly that she had them but I never felt any true motivation to look or even ask until now.
"Snooping are we?"
To my credit I didn't jolt in my place, I held the case like a cup brimming; fingers beneath it's flat back and thumbs on either side. I did not wish to potentially smudge the glass.
Esdeath stood garbed only in an oversized shirt the same hue as her hair. Skin freshly scrubbed and pale, hair shimmering and lightly damp. Strands fell across her shoulders and generous cleavage.
"Whimsical curiosity bested me again," I replied in a coyly false ruefulness. "I've never seen them until now."
"I fight because I like it, but it would be rude to not accept the Emperor's rewards in some way."
My eyes returned to the large assortment, some were in the shape of stars, there were so many they were comparable to a tiny pristine metal galaxy with a deep red backdrop. Some were circular with soft colored cloth. The most notable to me was a purple serpentine dragon in the center. In a rising position, each little scale painstakingly detailed and rippling pines trailing the length of his spine like little mountaintops down to the pluming tail. Mouth open and lined with teeth and a thin mustache.
She padded over to me, left arm around my midsection and back against her chest. Her wintry scent mixed with the fresh shampoo and soap.
"What does the dragon mean?" I smile as we kissed.
"Valor."
I pressed back against her when she nuzzled at my neck.
"What about this one?" I pointed at bottom right, small with a red cloth and a single silver star attached to it.
"That one is my first. I went back and saved a small platoon of my soldiers during a skirmish. I was a Major then."
The glass reflected us and I could see a shred of nostalgic reminiscence in her blue eyes.
"I don't wear them much. I'd rather not clutter up my uniform but I still value them," she held it now in her free hand, smiling.
"Marks of strength."
She chuckled approvingly, kissing my cheek and returned the case to the drawer. Given the seconds of silence that lingered before the audible thunk of the wood closing I knew she was reflecting over them. She normally wasn't one to linger over the past too much, at least not in the way I did.
"I'll answer your questions tomorrow, but for now I'd like to get some sleep."
Sweeping past me she took my hand and guided me over to our shared bed. I knew right away she was still reflecting in that quietly happy manner one does late at night in their privacy separate from judging eyes and the noisy irritants of the outside world. It was something in her I'd never seen.
We still found ways to surprise each other.
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Giving
----
Lupusregina stirred sweetly from sleep, bare arms stretching and loose red hair splayed out over the pillow and a little grunt as she steadily began to rise. Her adorable wolf ears twitched, shifting in angles and hands rubbing incessant remnants of sleep from her eyes. She wore a tight fitting red tank top and pajama pants, a surprisingly modern getup from one who traditionally wore a medieval themed maid outfit. She had a liking for modern clothes I had discovered. Likely a trait from her creator.
I sat on the edge bed, my hands holding the soft gift out of her line of sight.
"How long have you been sitting there?" She laughed with her familiar energy, blowing a strand of pretty hair out of her face.
"I didn't want to wake you," I murmured pleasantly, she leaned forward and I noted the subtle movement of muscle in her arms. Her smile grew wider and eyes narrowed in pinpoint understanding.
"That doesn't quite answer my question."
A beat lingered in the atmosphere before we both laughed in the quietly dimmed bedroom. Her eyes glinted like small twin amber moons and from the way light met her hair it gave her the appearance of having a fiery red halo.
I clutched my gift a bit tighter as her stare shifted to arms and my half turned body. Her lithe figure leaned in more and her grin grew knowing.
"Sooooooo?"
"What?" My response playing innocent.
"What do you have there?"
"A present."
Lupusregina's cheeks flushed with a splash of red, half crawling towards me now in a stance ready for springing onto to me. The fingers of her right hand tapped expectantly on the bedspread.
My body moved to fully face her and I held out the offering with both hands and with speed I hadn't expect she seized it eagerly. Giggling and cooing excitedly at the wolf plush I bought for her. It's posture would allow it to sit comfortably on its haunches, mouth parted to reveal a bright red tongue, pointed ears and a fluffy tail. Its eyes reflected pinpoints of light. She held it firmly against her chest, chin nuzzling the top of its head just between the ears not too dissimilar to her own. Delighting in the softness of its rainy day gray fur.
"It made me think of you, for obvious reasons."
"C'mere!"
She launched at me in one move of her legs pinning me to the bed and lips clamping onto mine ecstatically and my return was instantaneous. She still clutched the cuddly wolf to her bust with her arm, her free hand busying itself with my hair; my own running up and down the length of her back and gripping her bare shoulders lovingly.
Breaking the kiss I licked my wet lips, our breathing intermingling and her knees on either side of my hips. A hand traversed the length of her arm.
"You like it?"
"I love it," her face grew sly and her nails shifted to claws, "and now I think it's time for your gift, sweetie."
The fabric of my shirt being shredded open was not a surprising sound anymore these days.
"Lupu."
"Hm?"
"...That's the third shirt in a week and a half."
She shrugged. "Fastest way I could think of. Besides," she moved closer, "I know you love it."
I grinned again before kissing her once more.
----
Eternal Rose
----
Nightmare's teeth closed over the caramel filled chocolate heart with predatory grace, enjoying the flavor. The opened heart shaped box sat nestled between us on the darkly cushioned couch. The orange crackling hue of the fire contrasted nicely with her pitch black fur and sapphire eyes.
"Hm...," she mused, looking at another of the candies like a stage actor pondering the timeless skull. "Sometimes you can't go wrong with a classic."
It was one hour into Valentine's Day, my fingers held the blue rose I had gotten her. It had occurred to me it had been awhile since I had gotten her one.
"Blue roses partially represent attainability."
"Symbolism is rarely lost on you dear," her lips pulled into a charming, teeth lined smile as she extended her tongue and carefully placed a heart on it and retracted it back into her mouth. Never breaking eye contact, continuously holding me in the entirety of myself.
"We defied the impossible."
"It was never impossible my love," her regal hoof tapped the tip of my nose in a corrective manner.
"You're right Nightmare."
"I frequently am."
We both had a laugh over that. It was a comfortable one. The sort only attainable when you've been sharing your being with someone for years.
"I think blue is fitting either way. Unique and beautiful. We pave our own way just as we're supposed to."
I leaned over and kissed her, a punctuation of a certain crafted moment to make it its own.
"I really have rubbed off on you."
She laughed quietly, her nose touching mine and her flowing starry waterfall of hair sheltering us.
"We pick up on each other's best attributes. There's plenty of me in you."
Pulling her in we kissed again, the scent of the blue rose embracing us together.
"Happy Valentine's Nightmare. I love you."
"I love you, Michael. Forever and always."
Forever is such a powerful word. And one we happily experience in union.
----
Lying on my back, my feet dangling over the edge of the bed I rested with a sweet ease. The distant cadence of water rushing through pipes and the steamy hiss of the shower were the only genuine noises at the moment. Drowned out by the rhythm and color of my thoughts, joined by the subtle creak of the bed as I hoisted my upper frame to an upright position. A certain curiosity snapping my body into movement, my feet touched the immaculate floor. The bedroom was always a bit chilly and it certainly did not slip my notice it was not only fitting, but likely intentional to motivate me to be closer to her physically.
Making my way over to the dresser my hands softly pulled open the top drawer, with such care I laid eyes on them. Displayed in a flat case the glass reflected my bearded face lightly.
A multitude of medals of contrasting shapes, sizes and coloration. She'd informed me offhandedly that she had them but I never felt any true motivation to look or even ask until now.
"Snooping are we?"
To my credit I didn't jolt in my place, I held the case like a cup brimming; fingers beneath it's flat back and thumbs on either side. I did not wish to potentially smudge the glass.
Esdeath stood garbed only in an oversized shirt the same hue as her hair. Skin freshly scrubbed and pale, hair shimmering and lightly damp. Strands fell across her shoulders and generous cleavage.
"Whimsical curiosity bested me again," I replied in a coyly false ruefulness. "I've never seen them until now."
"I fight because I like it, but it would be rude to not accept the Emperor's rewards in some way."
My eyes returned to the large assortment, some were in the shape of stars, there were so many they were comparable to a tiny pristine metal galaxy with a deep red backdrop. Some were circular with soft colored cloth. The most notable to me was a purple serpentine dragon in the center. In a rising position, each little scale painstakingly detailed and rippling pines trailing the length of his spine like little mountaintops down to the pluming tail. Mouth open and lined with teeth and a thin mustache.
She padded over to me, left arm around my midsection and back against her chest. Her wintry scent mixed with the fresh shampoo and soap.
"What does the dragon mean?" I smile as we kissed.
"Valor."
I pressed back against her when she nuzzled at my neck.
"What about this one?" I pointed at bottom right, small with a red cloth and a single silver star attached to it.
"That one is my first. I went back and saved a small platoon of my soldiers during a skirmish. I was a Major then."
The glass reflected us and I could see a shred of nostalgic reminiscence in her blue eyes.
"I don't wear them much. I'd rather not clutter up my uniform but I still value them," she held it now in her free hand, smiling.
"Marks of strength."
She chuckled approvingly, kissing my cheek and returned the case to the drawer. Given the seconds of silence that lingered before the audible thunk of the wood closing I knew she was reflecting over them. She normally wasn't one to linger over the past too much, at least not in the way I did.
"I'll answer your questions tomorrow, but for now I'd like to get some sleep."
Sweeping past me she took my hand and guided me over to our shared bed. I knew right away she was still reflecting in that quietly happy manner one does late at night in their privacy separate from judging eyes and the noisy irritants of the outside world. It was something in her I'd never seen.
We still found ways to surprise each other.
----
Giving
----
Lupusregina stirred sweetly from sleep, bare arms stretching and loose red hair splayed out over the pillow and a little grunt as she steadily began to rise. Her adorable wolf ears twitched, shifting in angles and hands rubbing incessant remnants of sleep from her eyes. She wore a tight fitting red tank top and pajama pants, a surprisingly modern getup from one who traditionally wore a medieval themed maid outfit. She had a liking for modern clothes I had discovered. Likely a trait from her creator.
I sat on the edge bed, my hands holding the soft gift out of her line of sight.
"How long have you been sitting there?" She laughed with her familiar energy, blowing a strand of pretty hair out of her face.
"I didn't want to wake you," I murmured pleasantly, she leaned forward and I noted the subtle movement of muscle in her arms. Her smile grew wider and eyes narrowed in pinpoint understanding.
"That doesn't quite answer my question."
A beat lingered in the atmosphere before we both laughed in the quietly dimmed bedroom. Her eyes glinted like small twin amber moons and from the way light met her hair it gave her the appearance of having a fiery red halo.
I clutched my gift a bit tighter as her stare shifted to arms and my half turned body. Her lithe figure leaned in more and her grin grew knowing.
"Sooooooo?"
"What?" My response playing innocent.
"What do you have there?"
"A present."
Lupusregina's cheeks flushed with a splash of red, half crawling towards me now in a stance ready for springing onto to me. The fingers of her right hand tapped expectantly on the bedspread.
My body moved to fully face her and I held out the offering with both hands and with speed I hadn't expect she seized it eagerly. Giggling and cooing excitedly at the wolf plush I bought for her. It's posture would allow it to sit comfortably on its haunches, mouth parted to reveal a bright red tongue, pointed ears and a fluffy tail. Its eyes reflected pinpoints of light. She held it firmly against her chest, chin nuzzling the top of its head just between the ears not too dissimilar to her own. Delighting in the softness of its rainy day gray fur.
"It made me think of you, for obvious reasons."
"C'mere!"
She launched at me in one move of her legs pinning me to the bed and lips clamping onto mine ecstatically and my return was instantaneous. She still clutched the cuddly wolf to her bust with her arm, her free hand busying itself with my hair; my own running up and down the length of her back and gripping her bare shoulders lovingly.
Breaking the kiss I licked my wet lips, our breathing intermingling and her knees on either side of my hips. A hand traversed the length of her arm.
"You like it?"
"I love it," her face grew sly and her nails shifted to claws, "and now I think it's time for your gift, sweetie."
The fabric of my shirt being shredded open was not a surprising sound anymore these days.
"Lupu."
"Hm?"
"...That's the third shirt in a week and a half."
She shrugged. "Fastest way I could think of. Besides," she moved closer, "I know you love it."
I grinned again before kissing her once more.
----
Eternal Rose
----
Nightmare's teeth closed over the caramel filled chocolate heart with predatory grace, enjoying the flavor. The opened heart shaped box sat nestled between us on the darkly cushioned couch. The orange crackling hue of the fire contrasted nicely with her pitch black fur and sapphire eyes.
"Hm...," she mused, looking at another of the candies like a stage actor pondering the timeless skull. "Sometimes you can't go wrong with a classic."
It was one hour into Valentine's Day, my fingers held the blue rose I had gotten her. It had occurred to me it had been awhile since I had gotten her one.
"Blue roses partially represent attainability."
"Symbolism is rarely lost on you dear," her lips pulled into a charming, teeth lined smile as she extended her tongue and carefully placed a heart on it and retracted it back into her mouth. Never breaking eye contact, continuously holding me in the entirety of myself.
"We defied the impossible."
"It was never impossible my love," her regal hoof tapped the tip of my nose in a corrective manner.
"You're right Nightmare."
"I frequently am."
We both had a laugh over that. It was a comfortable one. The sort only attainable when you've been sharing your being with someone for years.
"I think blue is fitting either way. Unique and beautiful. We pave our own way just as we're supposed to."
I leaned over and kissed her, a punctuation of a certain crafted moment to make it its own.
"I really have rubbed off on you."
She laughed quietly, her nose touching mine and her flowing starry waterfall of hair sheltering us.
"We pick up on each other's best attributes. There's plenty of me in you."
Pulling her in we kissed again, the scent of the blue rose embracing us together.
"Happy Valentine's Nightmare. I love you."
"I love you, Michael. Forever and always."
Forever is such a powerful word. And one we happily experience in union.