Enjoy light-hearted Lorian :> He can be like that too.
His hands embraced her waist, dragging her against his chest in a possessive gesture. Nymre allowed on that and looking into his eyes, she smiled at him, a beautiful, dangerous smile of a predatory creature, caught in the net made of night. The dim, magic-filled ballroom lit only with fairy lights, closed over them with darkness, she felt his shadows slipping under her dress, invisible for others, hungry.
“Let’s show them what we are made of” she purred.
The music filled the air, spring-like, like a rippling stream during meltdown, but with a touch of something hidden, something unattended and wild – sometimes hitting a more unsettling tone. Lorian pressed her tighter, his darker presence urging her to give herself to him.
“Of stars and moonlight, and forgotten dreams” he whispered into her ear.
And he led her into a dance.
It was untamed, like the music which was accompanying them entered their veins and filled them with fire, with wind, and raging waves. They abandoned themselves, with flames under their skin, awash with azure tides.
Lorian took her into adventure and she didn’t want to return. These moments with him were like soft feathers sliding over her very spine; intimate, in joyful, pure way. Something others never expected of him. Something he held for her. Something unruly, dark and light at the same time. A mystery to solve, a universe in his black eyes, ready to be explored. His dark aura and her lighter one, absorbing each other, were creating almost touchable pleasure.
The music reigned over them, embracing them with the sound of the blooming meadows, woods filled with life and silent passages, sleeping under thick veil of snow. Sound of frozen caverns and deep woods taken by the winter, forever.
“Of raging light and seething darkness” she added, allowing his hands to slide down her hips.
“Of night eternal and frozen storms” he smiled mischievously and kissed her in the neck, just where her collar exposed the skin. She sighed when his lips touched fragile place behind her ear. She felt as his darkness slowly slide over her, a touch of shadows and desire.
The Fae which gathered in the ballroom observed them; unknown enemies, loyal courtiers, those who would betray them if they were weaker, and those who admired them, openly or silently. The way he took her and filled her with rhythm and sound; it was something spellbound in them, so the court allowed the spell to drink from their feelings. Lorian’s enchantment embracing them and swallowing completely. He enjoyed it. He enjoyed it a lot. When all eyes were on them and when he felt as his lover’s aura brims with content, pulling him to her with gossamer tendrils.
This was their time. This was their moment.
Before whole world drowns in blood.
She knew she won’t be waiting until then.
I imagine this music playing while they dance: