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The first consonant of her name from his lips had her heeding him, and her willowy body followed suite. Halted, turned to attention the same as he; it was as if she’d been born to simply do nothing but dance with him, sculpt herself to him. But Aure wasn’t rather surprised, when she’d signed herself over to him in such a way. A surge of longing simmered up and down her svelte spine, lower— but this wasn’t the time for arousal, heaven forbid!

Instead, she heralded her name with soft, inquisitive eyes. His fervent words were answered with a wisping, tender laugh of her own — but not at him, never at him. It was charmed out of her by the prospect of how they were both unnerved for the spring, and this sudden moment of confiding from him. She was so frightened. ”Oh, Verx...” God. God, she couldn’t not lean for him— so she stepped nearer, eyes thoughtful and quiet. The skayona began to preen at the fur of his shoulders, being considerate of anywhere near his neck.

The usual sensuality was muted by the doting manner of this and her words, ”In Rhaesuial, ze prospect of becoming Lady petrified me — how could I be, with all that had happened? Being a queen is to be a mother, just like I am to become. The realm would’ve become my children, and I felt I was too wrong, too panicked for it. So, I... I turned from all of it.” The once-heiress stopped her ministrations in favor of melding her scarred face into the column of his throat. ”I am so frightened, dragâ. But I will not turn from this, either, because now there is someone who’s... precious to me by my side. You make me feel immortal, Berx— Verx. And if that makes me a fool in love, then I’ve never been more glad to be known as such.” 

Her heart stumbled at her confession, but she hurried along, not letting herself think. "You could never hurt me, Verx. Never in ze ways that I've hurt myself. Even when you think you might... I appreciate every singular part of you. Yet, our children will be born with fragments of ourselves, iubit, whether we wish it or no." Aure pressed one more lingering, parting kiss into his dark self and withdrew, looked at him so unafraid. “All of this, it... I could never ask you to do this ‘day-by-day’. No; we will take everything moment by moment, dragostea, as much as we need. As much as we deserve."

And then, the fidgeting was back, as was the bashfulness in her eyes while her lungs longed for air. ”Ah, u-um... um-“ But even as her lip now trembled with timidity, Aurëwen still tried to hold his gaze—couldn’t, as she veered in a new shyness, stammering eloquence. ”Speak to me whenever you need to, Verx. I-I’ll be there.“