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Ser Aymeric de Borel ([personal profile] remarkablymodest) wrote in [community profile] xistentia 2018-03-05 06:57 am (UTC)

[ When the cloth of her yukata splits and slides off her shoulders to the ground, he has a hard time taking his eyes off her. Any man in his right mind would. And probably a good handful of women, too! His gaze is fixated to the Auri but with love behind his blue eyes. Desire is there too, naturally, but it actually takes a backseat to how enamored he cleary is just by the sight of her.

If he didn't know any better, he'd believe that Nymeia herself wove Era out of celestial silk with how soft her skin is to touch. Even bruised and battle-worn, he can't remember anything feeling quite as nice. She's radiant as her name Warrior of Light has always implied, yet, the glow around her right now is much softer than he's used to. She tends to burn bright as the sun with a fiery passion for what's right. Currently, however, it's a gentle warmth just for him and something he meant wholly sincerely when he said he would covet for the rest of his days.

A kiss is all he needs to be content as she settles in next to him. Truthfully, he hadn't been about to ask for anything even close to this. Perhaps that why he's treating it with such sincere appreciation because he understands just how valuable this moment is. He isn't the overly sentimental type or someone who says I love you either. The way his arm curls around her though with an instinctual desire to hold her close to him hopefully says it clear enough on his part too.
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