(Closed) Deceuer Catch All

[mirshikar]

Who: Asura + Plotted CR
When: Deceuer
Where: Various locations in Aefenglom, the Outer City, and the Wilde.
What: Quest and event threads, along with a healthy dose of clowning. I'm always down for building new CR, so if you'd like a thread starter, feel free to hmu @ the Dec plotting post!
Warnings: Light violence.

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[joies]

[It probably comes as little surprise, the unashamed happiness of her own feelings that flow through their bond like sun rays shining warmly through a window - Spring was as much about happiness as it was desire. And she'll make no attempts to hide how simply happy she is, to be with him like this - to be able to share everything like this. As he draws back, she shifts to rest her chin against his chest, mismatched eyes focused on him still - smile bright enough to rival the morning sun.

(The blush lingers still, a faint dusting of color across her cheeks - if anything, the addition of obsidian scales along her skin only makes it sound out more so.)

And alongside the warmth that flows steadily between, of unabashed fondness and affection, she can feel the agitation that crept under her skin slowly ease. The urge to lash out or worse fades, soothed by the Bond between them - it's almost frightening, when she realizes it's been far too long since she felt completely calm and at ease.

It makes it easier to just... relax too, her own smile something slow, as it curls at the corner of her lips. A low hum rumbles from deep in her chest, mischief shining in mismatched eyes, her voice regaining some of that melody that was usually so apparent.]

I hope that is not a complainant I hear from the Iron Spear? Maybe I'll keep a secret or two to keep things interesting.

[But she is guilty of keeping some secrets from him. Of hiding things, out of a belief that it's something she could handle and not wishing to have him involved.

It was a habit she's slowly learning to let go off, recalling how furious she had been upon discovering his last secret - something she's still sore off, a dull ache in her chest when she thinks about it. But it's easier to focus on the man before her, as he speaks - a chuckle escaping her in response, canting her head just slightly. Blush curls falling around them both, obsidian talons gently tapping against his chest in an unheard melody.]

You know I'm always happy to join you, so long as your other guests don't mind. [Less so with brawls she'll happily contribute to, and more with the... intimate sorts of fun. She's not everyone's type, after all, and she's not vain enough to assume so. But...

... But while it's so easy to joke and tease (sadly, the blush fades rather than blossoms anew! If only due to thoughts taking a more serious turn) she does want this Bond to be the next step, for them. The Queen of Spring has always been a personal recluse - socially open to all, but there was always an emotional distance. A gap few could bridge, and a gap she was unwilling to shorten. And for many years, she only allowed Asura to cross the smallest distance - close, but never close enough.

Now they share everything, feelings and thoughts, and she cannot keep acting as if what she thinks or feels will have little bearing on him. Something in her expression softens, the playfulness fading away to something far more genuine - something almost vulnerable.]

But, if I may be serious for a moment, I do not wish to keep secrets from you. Not anymore, not when we're bound together like this. [It's almost nerve-wrecking, vowing this when for so long she had been closed off so utterly. But she pushes it aside - Asura deserves nothing less than this, especially after all this time.]

I may be awkward or hesitant at first, but I don't want to hide anything from you, Asura. Not anymore.

[mirshikar]

...you honor me with accolades so freely. [ In ways which never fail to take the King's breath away. When she looks to him, her chin against his chest, Asura does not glimpse vulnerability in Persephone's gaze: instead, he sees the strength which he wishes she'd shown him that night in the rain, and knows that she will not allow the fear of being perceived as weak to mask it again. Still languid and still luxuriating in the glow intrinsic to the Queen, his breath is slowed, the baritone of his voice rhythmic and slow as he speaks: ] By your grace, I have been given your trust and your affections, and now...

[ He will not refuse her vow, as it settles upon his shoulders a mantle of Spring; he will not question her certainty of the decision; he will not allow his own thoughts to stray, wondering if she would be able to keep the promise made. Guile is in Spring's nature, as surely as wrath would always walk hand in hand with Summer, and yet... in this moment, have the King and Queen not tempered the seasons which they have come to embody? All tension seems gone from Asura, his body liquid beneath warm weight of Persephone's frame, and as for the Queen herself...

She is braving what Asura once thought to be impossible, and that in and of itself is a gesture which can only be answered with a vow in turn. Asura's gaze is an arresting thing, after that, his green eyes made bright by the kajal-smudged shadows which line them, his taloned fingers threading gently through the Queen's ever-flowering hair. ]

Though I am no Winter courtier, and thank the sun and stars for that, I will take your secrets to the grave, Persephone.

[ ("I, the Crimson King, will take stewardship of that you do not wish to share with the world and protect it always," he had said to her once, not so very long ago. And at that time, despite the silvered lilt to the words and the cheekiness which had followed, Asura had meant them every bit as much as when he proclaimed red could be Persephone's color. ) ]

But I will ask you: what has changed? [ Apart from the way they had both been bent and reshaped, altered in accordance to the designs of the realm they now inhabited. ] Were we not Bonded, would you still feel the same?

[ No secrets, o' Queen of Spring. . Not anymore. And perhaps not since that night when Asura had said my heart is with you, Persephone. ]

[joies]

Oh, does this mean I should more often? I'm certain I would have little issue doing so.

[Teasing words spoken from the lips of a cheeky grin, yet she seems to melt against him even more so - tail for once still, loosely wrapped around one of his legs. Her blinks becoming slower, very much like a content and sleep cat, yet both eyes - seeing and not - keep their focus on Asura. It is rare, isn't it, to see him without his guard up, without him being tense and alert for any threats that may lurk in and out of view. It's a sight she appreciates, especially with how little she is able to see it.

Though it's not as if she isn't just as relaxed, despite the promise she made - to do something she hasn't done for so long, except in the presence of her dear motley. There is some trepidation there, a faint flutter of worry, yet it's something she can ignore. Persephone knows she can't keep her tendency for secrecy, hiding thoughts and feelings behind sweet smiles and words to direct attention elsewhere.

And she's glad, she can finally part with that decade-long habit, smiling softly as talons trail through her hair, just as her own talons gently twirl raven strands. His assurance never needed to be spoken, but it still brings warmth to her heart all the same, her smile a soft, but impossibly warm, little thing.

Though that question... That's the important question, isn't it? Before she would smile and glide past in, giving a non-answer that only left him with more questions and with her stepping away from the topic. But now, now she goes quiet as she thinks - casting her eyes to the side, as her mind mulls over that question.

There is to be no secrets, she promised that. So the answer that leaves her after another beat of silence is genuine, as her eyes trail pack to his - sunset and crimson locked on sage green. No, she will not hide this time.]

Yes, I would feel the same. You have seen the best and worst of me, Asura. Even when I was broken and wanting to push everything and everyone away, you still accepted me. You wouldn't let me hide away, even as I changed and bled out over the garden.

[No matter what had happened, he had been there. And she is loathe to offer him anything less in return.]