It wasn't hatred in a traditional sense. He didn't burn with anger and grief for the sake of Destruction, but in opposition to it, wanting to do no more than save the world he loved so deeply. He had raised his blade to face Nanook himself, to stop Irontomb, to give himself over and let himself fall to rot and ruin.
Right now, he feels... Loved. Cipher touching him, stroking fingers through his hair, whispering to him so sweetly... It's some kind of love. The devotion of Chrysos Heirs, the understanding of adoration, and it leaves the tears in his eyes burning, flooding him.
He is filled with love, and how rare is that?
When he comes, it's with a shaky noise, staining his fingers as he arches, hissing her name between his teeth and shuddering through it, exhausted in the aftermath. ]
[ She feels him tense, arch, and it makes Cipher feel so, so happy. So relieved. Proud again, though perhaps that's a strange sentiment to have about having sex. But it's not about the sex. None of this has really been about the sex.
Cipher feels so loved, too. Incredibly loved. This is a type of devotion she didn't think she would ever experience, either.
She giggles despite still being out of breath, fingers still carding through his hair. ] There you go. Easy.
[ The wash of feeling runs through him, and Phainon breathes out. They're both dirty, now, but that doesn't matter even a little bit to him - what happens rather than him worrying is a soft, rolling laughter, his eyes soft as he pushes himself up.
Careful of his messy hands and jaw, he leans in, nuzzling at her neck with a smile. ]
[ The kisses make him laugh, a soft and almost sweet sound as he nuzzles into her, giving into the urge and letting his mouth chase hers, kissing her jaw, her neck, and smiling into her skin. ]
You're not allowed to tease me for at least half an hour!
[ After that, bets are off.
Curling around her, he sinks into her body, holding her gently. ]
[ She laughs with him, light and gentle, and it peters off naturally as he sinks into her and she rests her head on his shoulder.
Long ago, Cipher had been so envious of Phainon. Amphoreous's Deliverer. Okhema's hero. Aglaea's golden child. She thought he was everything that she could never be. It left her bitter. Resentful.
How foolish.
Here, in his arms, she feels nothing but warm. Secure. She would do anything for this man to keep him safe, to keep him happy. ]
Heedless of the mess, the need to change his sheets, he rolls them a little so that he can lie down, so that he can offer Cipher the chance to move and curl against the too-warm heat of his chest. He doesn't mind staying here for a little bit longer, to let the high settle into something warm.
At her question, he pauses, considering, before he breathes out softly. ]
I feel...
[ He isn't sure what the best word is, and he gives it real, deep thought. ]
[ She doesn't hesitate to curl up on his chest. Though... lying down together is probably dangerous. With how comfortable and sated she is, she's likely to get sleepy. ]
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It wasn't hatred in a traditional sense. He didn't burn with anger and grief for the sake of Destruction, but in opposition to it, wanting to do no more than save the world he loved so deeply. He had raised his blade to face Nanook himself, to stop Irontomb, to give himself over and let himself fall to rot and ruin.
Right now, he feels... Loved. Cipher touching him, stroking fingers through his hair, whispering to him so sweetly... It's some kind of love. The devotion of Chrysos Heirs, the understanding of adoration, and it leaves the tears in his eyes burning, flooding him.
He is filled with love, and how rare is that?
When he comes, it's with a shaky noise, staining his fingers as he arches, hissing her name between his teeth and shuddering through it, exhausted in the aftermath. ]
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Cipher feels so loved, too. Incredibly loved. This is a type of devotion she didn't think she would ever experience, either.
She giggles despite still being out of breath, fingers still carding through his hair. ] There you go. Easy.
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Careful of his messy hands and jaw, he leans in, nuzzling at her neck with a smile. ]
It's that easy, hm?
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If only because Cipher is aware that this is a unique experience that they will only have together.
She guides his head to tilt back so she can pepper his face with more kisses. She doesn't mind the taste of herself on his lips. ] Shush.
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You're not allowed to tease me for at least half an hour!
[ After that, bets are off.
Curling around her, he sinks into her body, holding her gently. ]
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[ She laughs with him, light and gentle, and it peters off naturally as he sinks into her and she rests her head on his shoulder.
Long ago, Cipher had been so envious of Phainon. Amphoreous's Deliverer. Okhema's hero. Aglaea's golden child. She thought he was everything that she could never be. It left her bitter. Resentful.
How foolish.
Here, in his arms, she feels nothing but warm. Secure. She would do anything for this man to keep him safe, to keep him happy. ]
How do you feel?
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[ Slowly, careful, Phainon wiggles.
Heedless of the mess, the need to change his sheets, he rolls them a little so that he can lie down, so that he can offer Cipher the chance to move and curl against the too-warm heat of his chest. He doesn't mind staying here for a little bit longer, to let the high settle into something warm.
At her question, he pauses, considering, before he breathes out softly. ]
I feel...
[ He isn't sure what the best word is, and he gives it real, deep thought. ]
Lighter.
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Good. I'm glad.
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Do you want to bathe together, too?
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Fiiiine. If only because I'm half asleep now.
[ And because she adores him ugh ugh ugh. ]
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[ But he's not moving just yet, clearly content. ]
Just a few more minutes.
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[ But yes, just a few more minutes. A few more minutes... ]