Private Tales Secrets Left Sealed

A private roleplay only for those invited by the first writer
What whispers that spoke to her, made her lean into his touch and listen to his sweet voice that coaxed her to a point of relaxation. Or was that the pool awaiting her to wade into?

Her eyes, such a gorgeous colour of femininity and strength seen beneath heavy fluttering of her dark lashes. There was curiosity and lust welling inside her, eager to go on this journey with the King, her king, and find out a secret she had been coveting for weeks now.

"Then help me become wrapped up with you." Her voice, soft and sweet and like silk, the Sidhe's hands came to rest over his own and he pulled at her sheath of a white dress. It was the only thing to cover her, to shelter her skin and wings tattoed at her back.

Nairth San'Seya
 
Despite all of his flirtations, all of the honeyed words and whispered desires he'd layered onto Solenne time after time on this day, it was not with unbridled lust that he slid that thin white fabric from her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet to bathe her entire body in the ethereal glow of the pool. Nairth's hands did not wander lewdly, his lips did not seek to give pleasure or tempt the woman within her.

For it was not a physical tryst that Nairth had promised her, nor pleasure of the body that she'd come all this way for. While those did run hotly in his mind, only spurred on by bearing witness to the full splendor of the Sidhe standing before him, the picture of beauty and grace like putty against his hands, The King did truly intend on keeping his promise first and foremost.

It was with that goal in mind that he swept her off her feet, carrying her in his arms as he approached the water's edge. Words only barely left his lips, little more than a whisper as he dipped his foot into the warm pool, brimming with magic. "Together we will see the sights only Gods have witnessed, Solenne..." His large hands splayed across her naked flesh as he held her close against him, the water slowly encompassing the both of them as he walked deeper into the pool.

What clothes San'Seya did wear simply seemed to wash away in the soft and gentle sway of aqua, vanishing into the ether of magic they'd been weaved from. Now the King was as exposed as her, and it was only then, in the center of the pool, that he so gently lowered her to her feet.

And immediately, pressed his lips firmly to her own.

Solenne
 
Solenne did not shy from his gaze.

She was half listening to the King, half present to the whispers at her ears as they begged for her attention. Suddenly, she was lifted within Nairth's arms and carried to the middle point of the pool and gently lowered back to her feet. The water was deeper for her, not blessed with the height of a Duannan, and so her hands held at his waist, pulling herself up so that her face could be seen above the water's surface.

There was no time to take a breath, not when he came to meet his lips to her own. Her lungs survived on stolen breath, feeding into the gentle and chaste exchange between Sidhe and Duannan.

Magic crackled, the whispers growing louder in hushed tones, and Solenne's eyes began to flutter close to see a swirling behind her eyelids.
 
There was little time for either of them to truly enjoy this kiss, or the warm embrace of the magically charged waters submerging them. For only seconds Nairth could feel Solenne's body flush with his, her breath against his face, and the ebb and flow of her chest as she breathed along with him. For only moments after their lips met, the cavern around them melted away. The crater, covered with vine and root, peeled away in layers, like a child ripping leaves from a tree.

Light surrounded them, a furious, burning light that almost singed their flesh. It was energy, raw and powerful. Even a Duanann was not used to such concentrated magick, so potent that it overwhelmed and consumed reality, warped and distorted the ordinary. To a Sidhe, such power was potentially fatal.

Which was why Narith had insisted upon their embrace. As soon as they were eveloped, he wrapped his broad arms tightly around Solenne's smaller frame, tucking her face into his neck, and spreading out his legs in an effort to conceal her from the raw magick as much as he was able. He could feel the hairs on his body singe, the pain shooting up his spine as his sturdy frame whithstood the magical onslaught assailing him from all angles.

And then, as quickly as it arrived, it was gone. The light died in an instant. The water too, had left. A fog permeated the air around them, the smell of leaves and trees thick and powerful. Nairth and Solenne lie naked, on cold, mossy stone.

Atop the Tower in The Mist.

Solenne
 
Solenne's pain ripped from her lips in a series of winces and whimpers against their locked lips. His body protected her as best he could, but it only dulled the effects of power searing into her very blood. It was becoming too much to the Leannan Sidhe, too much that she wished to scream her agonies to it to end.

And the beings of the world heard her unleashed needs, ending the pain and light and magic.

She shivered against Nairth, curling further into him until there was no space left between them. Rattled and shaken, she leaned onto the Duannan King in hopes his wisdom and strength would protect her further. Solenne was too afraid to open her eyes, to take a gander at the world that was above the Tower he had shown her hours before.

"Nairth..." Came the softest, hushed whisper on her lips. It was to waken him, to make him continue showing her down this path they had taken.
 
Nairth's breath was short and shallow, his skin reddened and swollen from the magical lashing he'd taken during their perilous trip through the scorching ley energy of Spring's heart. The King had not spoken of such a risk, knowing it would only detract from the hunt, form finding the truth that Solenne sought so hungrily.

But not only her.

Nairth too had yearned to see this height for so long, yearned to rise above the mist and bask upon a sight viewed only by the Gods in stories of old. The Duannan had always told himself that he had a long, leisurely existence ahead of him; enough time to find the right person to whisk away with him on this journey for two. Someday, surely, he'd find a being so divine to be the chaos to his order, the love to his hate.

And yet... recent events had made him all too aware of his own mortality. The Darkness had nearly claimed his life, twice now. Becoming a King had painted a target on his back, and the looming war promised no safety even for the most powerful of royals.

Solenne was a beautiful soul. Nairth could not wait any longer. He wanted it to be her.

"Nairth..."

His name was like a breeze on his ears. So soft and gentle, as if he were a sleeping child she feared waking. All that moved was his eyes, as they slid open slowly to look up at her. Then, his lips, smiling weakly.

"Couldn't let such a beautiful woman get hurt, could I? Bask upon this... a secret left sealed until only now..."

Solenne
 
Moving her limbs felt as if she had never used them before. Clumsy, gripping onto the King for stability when she needed it, at long last could she manage to stand all on her own. Her translucent wings fluttered, kept her upright, and slowly Solenne neared the edge and crane her neck. The fog was thick, but she knew where it was they stood.

A moment passed, and the fog seemed to lessen and give her better clarity of vision.

"This is..." Where words failed her, a smile broadened across her face. Those pools of rust and pink swirled as she turned to face the King, lifting her chin to get a better angle of the male. "A treasure to see finally."

And she could feel the magic singing in her veins, the rush of a secret unfolding before her and kept between them.

Her wings fluttered again, turning a golden hue against the grey fog. "Shall we write a new song, just for you and I to reflect on this moment?"

Nairth San'Seya
 
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