Recent content by Aerium

Aerium groaned in protest, "Gods, Saff. You're making it difficult to get out from these covers and dress so that I could walk you home." He grinned at her, adoringly, for he felt that love she spoke of. Had told her many times, every day. He had written it down on notes left with gifts or...

Aerium could never keep a smile from widening at every praise she gave him. Her faith in him warmed him as much as his affection for her, and for that, she deserved another kiss after the one she stole. Arms tightened around her, holding her in place after she noted the hour. "One day, we should...

Aerium was a fool, for he was deeply in love with a girl that danced to songs that always struck him. He fell for a gypsy, fell for a young woman that held so much beauty, Aerium haunted her portrait as if she were hung up in his hall. Months had gone by, and even with his days were taken up...

Hearing her challenge only made him chuckle, but her kiss was the prize he was after. He began anew, kissing her softly and tenderly. Aerium wanted to memorise the velvet of her lips as they brushed against his whenever they drew apart, only to meet again in another kiss to seal. Loved, that...

There was no need for him to be told twice. He lips burrowed into the neckline of her blouse, inching the cloth away so that he could begin a new trail from collarbone to collarbone. Kisses then hungrily searched up her throat, a smile breaking his face as he felt her breath hitch. It made his...

Aerium welcomed her into his arms, his lips catching the kiss as if it was the only way he knew to breath. He closed his eyes, but his steps knew where to go. He guided her, lazily, for his efforts were put to use elsewhere as he steered her against a tree. The Inquisitor snaked his arms...

Aerium could not help but pull her to a stop. His hand pulled her further in, until she stood against him. His free hand came up to smooth away her hair from her face. "I guess I am a romantic. No other girl has made me do all of this." His hand traveled down, the back of his fingers brushing...

Aerium laughed aloud, the sound traveling through the area heartily as if it were part of the nature residing here. That this day was already picturesque, that the weather was so blessed, Aer could not contain the mirth sitting with him. For that was the effect Saffia had on him. She already had...

The grin he wore was devilish, and only added to his charming appearance. Aerium happily took her hand, pulling it up to his lips so that he could place a soft kiss to each of her knucles. His eyes remained fixed upon her, as if to promise he would do this again and again. Aerium led her down...

"Hungry?" His voice was soft, his presence known to her as his boots crunched over the small stones that were tossed aside the worn pathway of the trail that ran along the creek. Aerium was dressed not in his Inquisitor uniform, but in a long sleeved tunic with a soft coloured vest to keep...

Oh, gods, he did mean every word he uttered to her. Never had he ever felt as it someone could embody the safety he needed after his brother passes. He had thought he would be alone in this world, alone with just his own thoughts and unhappiness. Saffia, the lover of daylillies, deserved to...

His mother once told him that love could feel like a spell. She also told him it was not worth it in the end, that love was a sentence to opening your heart and showing everyone where best to kill you. But Aerium was like his father. His father had told him that he fell in love with his...

He could tell her to stay, to go with him and leave this place. They could start a new life, fresh and without the disappointment they would leave behind here in Rhagos... But Saffia was freer than he was. It was Aerium that was more coward that he could not bring himself to even think about...

He smiled. Not many had told him that, to follow his own dreams. He had let the pressures of making his mother and General proud, to make Russ proud but he himself had told the younger Tarrent brother that he was made to service Ragash another way than being in the Inquisition. "I have an...

His other hand released whatever it held, a spoon or fist, and rested atop her hand that softly touched his against the table. He stared at it, quiet for a moment, before Aerium looked up at Saffia. "He wasn't killed by a witch. He was killed by his friend. A jealous friend... All because Russ...