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Mar. 29th, 2007

"An Unusual Proposal..."

     The house was silent when he finally arrived home, that evening, and for a moment he was possessed by the absolute certainty that she’d finally run away. Although she’d never outright said it, she’d been subconsciously threatening to for weeks, always on edge. She looked forever like she was torn between running out of her fear of harming him, and staying because she adored him.
     Moving into the living area, however, he noticed the flicker of candles from down the long corridor. Curiosity replacing his worry, he followed it…
     She sat back in a heap of pillows on the bed, her sharp silver curves softened by the liquid candlelight, completely nude save for a few twists of strategically placed organza ribbon. She’d obviously done it herself – the raw, uncompromising power in her limbs could tear through steel, and would have shredded them in seconds had anyone attacked her, and yet she lay placid and restrained by a few twists of flimsy blue ribbon.
     “What is all this in aid of, dear?” he asked, smiling, sitting alongside her on the bed and untwisting the ribbon from where she’d looped it around her snout.
     “A gift,” she replied, shyly. “To you. From me.”
     He smiled, slightly, and brushed his fingers over her cheek. “A gift? Although I am honoured by your consideration, I can think of no special occasion that would need commemorating in this way.”
     “Only one occasion,” she explained. “I give myself to you,” she explained, quietly, leaning in to his touch. “Absolutely and unquestioningly. Whatever it is you desire from me, I shall give – my love, my respect, my eternal undying devotion. All I wish from you in return is one thing.”
     He tilted his head, ran his fingers through her feathers; his amused smile had faded into seriousness. “What is that?”
     “Your Hand,” she opened her fingers to reveal a pair of small curling wrought pewter clips, one set with a blue-green stone, the other with a blue-purple one. “Say you will be mine, darling,” she implored, quietly. “Marry me.”
     He touched their faces together, rubbed cheeks, nosed at her ears. “There is nothing I should like more,” he agreed, without missing a second’s hesitation. “It shames me that you should be the one to need to ask. I should have asked your hand many moons ago.”
     She purred quietly in her happiness, melding herself against him, and felt his fingertips brush over her skin, his arms encircle her. She felt halfway inclined simply to shred the flimsy ribbons, to envelop him in her adoration, and yet something stayed her hand. She rather enjoyed this unusual “helplessness”, this feeling like she was at his mercy – having him close to her, caring for her. And she intended to fully honour her obligations, to love, honour and obey.


Myeh, whatever.


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Mar. 30th, 2007 02:48 am (UTC)
Awww... that is too sweet! I certainly wouldn't mind being in the role of the guy... (sorry, since you didn't name names, I forget what he's called)
Mar. 30th, 2007 12:24 pm (UTC)
"Iliatelis". I always put names in the tags, if nothing else.
Mar. 30th, 2007 03:53 pm (UTC)
That's true, but I wasn't sure which tags were names and which ones were anything else. Sometimes I'm stupid. :p
Mar. 30th, 2007 06:35 am (UTC)
So Breeze gets married. It'd be interesting to see how the legal systems interpret this....
Mar. 30th, 2007 12:26 pm (UTC)
Heh, well, the Kiravai see "Kirasiinu" as equals, so I doubt their legal system would be too bothered. ;)
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