#silveri

Opera stars perform in 'Luisa Miller' at Teatro Dell, Rome, Italy.

Dear Silver,

I’m sorry I have to leave early, I have that early morning request I mentioned last night. I probably won’t be back until after lunch. But, until then, here’s breakfast for you! It should still be warm, I know you’ll probably be awake ten minutes after I walk out the door. But I wanted to share even though I couldn’t wait.

All my love,                     Eri

Behind the little letter was a platter covered up and kept warm. Just for him. Underneath the silver dome, he would find heaps of eggs, honey-roasted ham, bacon, sausages, hashbrowns, biscuits, and a small tray of gravy to cover any and all of it. To the side would be a second plate, piled high with buttermilk pancakes.

“I give up,” Eri flopped over dramatically, but got no immediate response. It was as if she was alone in the woods, but she knew better. Silver was out there, slinking around and trying to throw his lover for a loop. A rustle here, a snicker there, the Miqo’te soon pounced. Tails flapped about as Eri squealed and Silver laughed, pinning his lover and showering her with kisses.

“My turn to hide!” Eri tried to shove the larger man off of her, but Silver resisted.

“Nope.”

“Nope?”

The small Miqo’te sprawled lazily beneath the sheets, enjoying the feeling of silks over her bare skin. Her eyes cracked open slowly as she inhaled deeply, drawing in the mixed scents in the air. Before she could register everything about that morning, however, a form crashed into hers. Eri squealed as a Miqo’te nearly smothered her as he flopped onto her form and nearly crushed her under his affections.“Silver!” she choked softly, squirming, tail flapping about wildly as she dug nails into his skin. A grunt escaped the man, but he squeezed her tighter. Refined muscles fit this form in a sleeker manner than as he ever had as Au Ra, allowing him to pin her readily. Another lifeless groan left his form as he nuzzled into her neck, exposing a sensitive ear just barely in the range of her teeth. 

3.Do you Smoke?

“Smoke?” Eri’s knife dug into her steak. Gin was sitting across from her and it was her turn to answer his questions. A grin crossed her lips at the notion before she quickly shook her head. “Naw. Naw. Never. Can’t ever get the stuff to stop stinking on your clothes and it ruins the smells all around you. Not for me, nope.”

13.Biggest turn ons

“Turn...” she choked momentarily before glancing up at her partner, tail curling nervously around her own ankle as she stared at him, eyes wide. “Turn ons...” her face flushed simply saying the words. “A dominant other, confidence, sort of...” her brow furrowed as she waved her fork at Gin. “Awareness? I like knowing my partner’s paying attention to my wants and needs. Attentiveness,” she bobbed her head. “That’s the word.”

23.My relationship with my sibling(s)

“Well, you know Khali. I dote on her, I admit it,” the Miqo’te couldn’t help at smile just thinking about her golden sister. “She’s spoiled rotten and gets her way, whether it’s good for her or not. Even Ath’kal spoils her with attention and chocolate. I saw his stash of chocolate that he keeps just for her,” Eri had to laugh, though the sound grew quiet after a bit. “But it’s just us, now... It’s a good relationship, though. I think. I’m glad to have her around.” 

33.What words make me feel the best about myself

“As in spoken to me?” a pause was offered at the latest question. “Pretty. Fiery. Gorgeous. Sexy. Any positive words, I guess,” she gave pause befre laughing. “That’s all physical. I guess I just don’t get told I’m smart or witty or anything. Takes me a while to pick up on some stuff, so I guess I just come across as an empty-headed person. That, and I don’t believe people when they think I’m... interesting...” the last word came slowly, drawn out and rolling over her tongue as if it was a strange, alien concept to her. 

43.Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately

Eri froze.

The world revolved around them, continuing to shift and work, people coming and going. Food was being delivered, a table to their left exploded in laughter, and Gin’s mismatched eyes gave her the most heartbreaking, terrifed, soulful gaze that made her want to say yes.

But she couldn’t.

Slowly, Eri set her fork down on the table, picked the napkin from her lap to dab at her lips before tossing it over her plate. 

With one fluid movement, the Miqo’te rose and left the restaurant, and her date at the table without a second thought. She left Gin to scramble for the bill, stuck and forced to give her space as she escaped into the Ul’dah night for a breath of fresh air. But she didn’t stop there.

She didn’t wait for him.