it's a dark, quiet evening when aurora finally corners him in an isolated section of the romanian castle, allowing her footsteps to be discernible against the stone if only so he won't be startled when she reaches out to take hold of him - fingers slipping around the back of his neck so she can pull him in for a kiss.
oh how the hunter had become the hunted. not many could fair well in the sport itself, some too meek and easily picked off and others too ambitious they destroyed their chance before it began. aurora was different. a kindred spirit in the sense that she too was not a creature of perpetual violence – but she had mastered the art of it nonetheless as if it were her born craft. a fierce woman, a statue that put the great goddesses in greek mythology to shame and wilt in comparison – but such fancy words of praise were lost on such an exquisite mind she didn’t buy into flattery and that made her that much more of a challenge.
games of sort had become their past time. a captive he was once claimed resided as a guest in the castle, no longer an enemy and not quite yet a friend but an asset the ensured his survival. he lacked fear for his own demise, but the ensure another’s with the grudge he bore delighted him to no end – he only found joy elsewhere in finding companionship in the romanian’s strongest warrior. aurora. it wasn’t apart of his plan to truly find himself infatuated with her, not at all in fact he’d warned himself that he may grow bored in this game but that was before he met her and grew to knew her. grew to love her.
their attraction was ushered beneath a rug in sense, hidden from the eyes of her masters and surely kept behind his lips from any ears that dare tried to listen for ammunition against him. not everyone behind these grand walls were happy of his arrival let alone his staying, he didn’t blame them – but a part of him did wish to kill them. survival alone was the influence of such, threats lurked behind every false smile and thin nosed sneer – but somehow he’d began to forgive and surely allow his mind to wander to other means the more he grew closer to her.
swept away out of the prying gazes of her peers and masters he’s hidden, quiet some hours in fact perhaps days he isn’t truly sure but the solitude has been lovely. withdrawn from the masses of their congregation and rules he’s hidden, waiting for her to find him – for her to seek him rather than he hunt her. he keeps his composure in a mask of oblivious serene, onyx gaze off admiring beyond the large pane windows into the forest outside the castles borders. her footsteps he may appreciate, he knew of her swift silence and how easily she could even sneak up on someone such as himself – but her mind gave her away far too quickly.
many would suggest his flattery poetic mantras he’d strewn together the night before to whisper in her ear to coax her into bed, but they were not simple and pretty lies strung together to entice her oh no. her mind was the truth behind such flattery, the waves that left her brain something unique beyond anyone else he’d had the pleasure of seeing or witnessing and how did he stare often and gaze fondly and feel the tenors of her thoughts and being move throughout the world around them.
he’d be a liar, not that he already to some degree a fantastic one, if he claimed that he did not anticipate her kiss. not for such affection he’d grown to understand, yet here she stood her beautifully sculpted form melting into his own as her lips met his. a man of a million words and yet he’d be reduced speechless if told he’d have to describe what it felt like to kiss her, to hold her close and feel her near – and how accurate to say she was just as breathtaking despite the lack of breath he needed.
marble fingers snake into her long tresses, loving the way such silk feels against his palms as his hand comes to splay against the small of her back each toned muscle beneath his touch sparking yet another crude thought into his mind. only to have it whisked away by the movement of her mouth or the shifting of her tongue, if she had such an ability to deplete him into nothing more than an idled brain fool – he’d pity any mortal that’d look upon her and fall in love as well.
he withdraws carefully, his lips urgently placing another quick kiss to her lips before his own curl wickedly. hand drawing from her curls to allow his thumb to smooth along her jaw as his brows arch, voice low “ tell me, is it the moonlight that entices you to behave as such? or have you finally fallen for me as i have you? “ his tone is teasing and husky, a playful remark that he hopes she doesn’t buy into despite the honest truth boldly placed before her.
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