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Post by mesmu on Mar 4, 2011 17:15:05 GMT -5
"Come with me," The beauty says and Peeta nods, waving his hands in a gesture of 'lead the way'.
"Go on ahead."
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Post by antibellum on Mar 4, 2011 17:24:53 GMT -5
Lifting his chin against the stares of those nearest, Ryir padded away, the cloth of his loose pants sliding silkily against his legs with each step. With heady desire and thoughts of the feel of warm muscles still fresh beneath his fingertips, it was little wonder that the sensation did little to help the bearer. A bold giver brushed closer than the rest as he padded through the crowd with perhaps more of a sensual roll to his gait than was strictly necessary given the situation, and a low, wildcat's growl set him on edge.
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Post by mesmu on Mar 4, 2011 17:30:04 GMT -5
Peeta simply slides between the two, "I would appreciate if you stay off and away from my mate." His eyes narrowed, ready to go all pissy, air dragonis on the other giver.
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Post by antibellum on Mar 4, 2011 17:45:22 GMT -5
Bright eyes trailed along the line of Peeta's back in a slow, pleased arc before drifting away to fix the familiar giver with a lazy smile for all of a moment; Blanserta he was making it hard to remember why exactly he didn't want to mate him now. Mouth turning into a faint frown, dark lips tight, Ryir stepped forward to run a hand lightly down one of the feathered wings. Lacon, the predictable coward, slunk back with another growl to melt into his small group of friends at the faintest sign of a challenge.
And he wondered why Ryir had never bedded him. The thought alone was distasteful; with a wrinkle of his nose, the bearer turned in a halo of curls turned golden red by the firelight to make for his tent. "He is not worth your attention."
Luckily, the others had enough restraint to avoid further unwelcome advances, and it was with a faint sense of relief that he parted the cloth draped over the doorway to step into the dim, fragrant interior of his tent. It was a little messy, strewn with pillows and soft fabrics and other lovely things that he could do without, but, in the end, couldn't deny himself, all in jewel bright tones. He paused inside, relaxing slowly; this was his place, and it was easy to relax here and ignore the festivities outside that he had so recently been part of.
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Post by mesmu on Mar 4, 2011 18:11:37 GMT -5
Peeta had listened to Ryir and followed him onward. When they enter the tent he glanced around, learning about his mate through his... tent. The part fae's wings fluff themselves and tingle from where the Reyl had touched him.
"Its lovely in here."
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Post by antibellum on Mar 4, 2011 18:18:07 GMT -5
"It's a mess," he purred agreeably, making for the corner in which he usually slept, collapsing elegantly upon the pile of cushions to gaze up at the giver from beneath long lashes. Of course, he had always loved the mes of it, a tangle of lovely things and creature comforts scattered about the soft, dark interior of his room; most of the mess centered about the mess of his bed, little more than a mattress to raise him off the ground and offer a soft place to sleep.
"I don't want kits," he finally offered; a lie, and never had he voiced a bigger one, but he had had ample time to convince himself on the walk over, between wandering thoughts, that it was for the best.
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Post by mesmu on Mar 4, 2011 19:03:34 GMT -5
"Is it that...?" Peeta asks coming to sit next to Ryir, picking his way carefully. After he's seat he looks down into the bearer's eyes. "Or are you worried about being a parent?"
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Post by antibellum on Mar 4, 2011 19:06:54 GMT -5
The bearer's head came up in a haughty, closed expression for all of a moment before letting it melt away into a frown. Ryir turned, staring at the silken puddle of his sheets where they're lying carelessly over the edge of the bed. It wasn't fair that he should cut to the heart of the matter so quickly, or that he should want so very badly to be reassured.
Still, he spoke after the space of a few heartbeats, in a low, soft voice," Yes..."
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Post by mesmu on Mar 4, 2011 19:27:46 GMT -5
"Well no one starts off as a good parent, they learn to be," Peeta whispers back.
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Post by antibellum on Mar 4, 2011 19:34:28 GMT -5
Ryir grimaced at that. "What if I don't learn fast enough?" It would be the child who suffered for every mistake, honest or not, he made while learning, and it seemed dreadfully certain that he'd make a lot...
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Post by mesmu on Mar 4, 2011 19:39:11 GMT -5
"Well... If you came to live in my kingdom," The giver starts off. "We'd have many servants to help us, and I'm sure my bearer would love to teach you the ways of mothering. He had three after all..."
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Post by antibellum on Mar 4, 2011 19:48:58 GMT -5
The bearer went still, turning to regard his mate with eyes wide with surprise. "Your kingdom?"
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Post by mesmu on Mar 4, 2011 19:53:54 GMT -5
"Yes, I am a prince where I come from. A vast area filled with fluttering faes," Peeta says back softly. "If we were to return you'd become my people's princess, a queen to be." He doesn't mention that even if they didn't return his father would send the bearer they intended for him after him.
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Post by antibellum on Mar 4, 2011 20:00:31 GMT -5
Ryir shied quickly away from that thought, stroking his fingers along the soft pillow beneath them. He could not imagine life anywhere but here, surrounded by his own people; he certainly couldn't imagine himself being pulled from this to become the mate of a ruler...but he had already done it the moment he took Peeta's hand. And now he could not ever imagine having done anything else. No...he could never have refused his own mate.
"What would be expected of me?" he asked after a moment, cautiously.
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Post by mesmu on Mar 4, 2011 20:05:16 GMT -5
"Your presence would be enough..." He responds kindly. "...And someday, to to provide me with an heir."
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