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Post by antibellum on Mar 4, 2011 20:10:58 GMT -5
It was hard to continue working himself up into a state in the face of that tone, and the bearer wrapped his arms about his bare torso to let his chin fall forward. Long hair slipped like silk over his skin to cover his face as he regarded the fabric covering his knee. Yes, perhaps some weeks he'd longed to take after his brothers and travel, but now, he wanted little more than to cling to the comforts of his tent.
"I am a Reyl, I belong here, with my people. I do not want to leave," he answered, and it hurt unimaginably that he might disappoint the giver warm at his side when he'd waited so long to be found by him.
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Post by mesmu on Mar 4, 2011 20:15:48 GMT -5
Peeta frowns, "I see." But for now will respect his mate's wishes. And he leans over and takes Ryir in his arms. "And understand as well."
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Post by antibellum on Mar 4, 2011 20:20:45 GMT -5
It was almost infuriating how agreeable he was; Ryir felt like a child in the midst of a tantrum, even knowing that he meant only to help. With a sigh, he turned into the comfort of the arms about him, warm and soft in Peeta's arms... "Thank you," he finally murmured into the shoulder pressed against his face; his arms had, at some point, snaked about his mate's waist and he honestly did not care to remove them from where they were buried beneath warm feathers.
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Post by mesmu on Mar 4, 2011 20:40:49 GMT -5
After a few moments Peeta shifts, his wings twitching from being so closer to another, but he doesn't pull away. Someday soon he's going to have to tell Ryir that he needs to return home for a while... Even if he's still un-mated to the male.
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Post by antibellum on Mar 4, 2011 20:53:17 GMT -5
Ryir eased his hands away from Peeta's feathered wings; his mate, a prince, a handsome prince with a kingdom waiting for him. The bearer closed his eyes a moment before lifting his head with a soft sigh, remembering the feel of their lips pressed together and relishing the comfort of the arms about him.
There was something he needed to say, or perhaps it was something Peeta needed to say... Yes, it was his mate... "What is it?"
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Post by mesmu on Mar 4, 2011 21:08:04 GMT -5
"I have a... deadline to keep," Peeta says after a few moments. "A requirement of having a mate upon my return. I was given three years... In one month that deadline will be reality for me... For us."
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Post by antibellum on Mar 4, 2011 21:11:52 GMT -5
"But...you've found me, " Ryir managed," You've found your mate. Why do you have a deadline?"
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Post by mesmu on Mar 4, 2011 21:27:24 GMT -5
"My giver is growing old, he was much older than my bearer when he found him," Peeta explains simply. "But in order for me to step up to being king I must be mated weather or not to my mate."
"And I need proof other wise they'd never believe me..."
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Post by antibellum on Mar 4, 2011 21:34:34 GMT -5
A month... Just a month. He would either be mated, or he would be left behind, and the thought sucked the breath from him, leaving only dread behind. "How long does it take to travel there?" he ventured haltingly.
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Post by mesmu on Mar 4, 2011 21:35:55 GMT -5
"About ten days, give or take a few hours."
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Post by antibellum on Mar 4, 2011 21:47:20 GMT -5
Ten days...that left him with what..twenty? Twenty days left here; there was no question that he would go. The thought of being left behind..forever was nearly enough to make him physically sick. But that wasn't going to happen, he reminded himself firmly. It wouldn't.
"Give me a week here," and his voice did not waver, but there was a clear, pleading note in the demand that softened it to a request. He lifted a hand to trail his fingers lightly along the shell of Peeta's ear in a gentle caress," Claim me and give me my week and I will return with you to your home.."
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Post by mesmu on Mar 4, 2011 21:51:23 GMT -5
Taking the hand that caressed his ear into his and then placing a kiss to it, Peeta nods, "Yes. Of course." With his other hand he gently traces Ryir's facial features before placing a chaste kiss to his lips. Then a more hungry one, full of fiery passion.
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Post by antibellum on Mar 4, 2011 21:57:42 GMT -5
Ryir parted his lips to that hungry kiss, draping his arms about Peeta's shoulders to clasp himself close with a low, soft noise in the back of his throat to encourage his mate. It was the work of a moment to slide closer and turn, leaning into him for a moment before getting a knee beneath himself and sliding his bare foot up along the inside of the giver's nearest calf. When he settled down, it was into his mate's lap with a knee braced on either side of his narrow hips.
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Post by mesmu on Mar 16, 2011 18:24:45 GMT -5
With Ryir in his lap Peeta parts from the other to kiss along his neck. His tongue flicking out to tense the skin he's moving down along.
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Post by antibellum on Mar 16, 2011 18:40:02 GMT -5
The bearer's hands slid down slowly, skimming along the strong arms about him in the almost desperate need to touch his mate. Ryir's thick hair slid back over his shoulders as he lifted his chin, baring the slim column of his throat to more of those kisses with a soft, throaty noise of appreciation. A lazy shudder of anticipation ran the slim length of him as he let his eyes slit open to cast a heated gaze at his mate from beneath his lashes even as he curled a hand up to stroke along sleek black hair.
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