i ain't fake cuz my money aint

[pyrafect]

[ When Mythra had told him that she wanted him to be their servant, both she and Pyra hand't expected him to go so above and beyond what they imagined.

He leads her to a slightly secluded but safe place within the forest, an area that has the sweet and sensual mix of candlewax burning and natural lilacs blooming, all bathed in the sultry waning light of the afternoon... He must have thought this through, he must have planned for something like this, planned to impress her and make her experience as his "master", so to speak, as good as it should be.

(Mythra might be still disgruntled that he doesn't feel too bad about his punishment of serving them, but right now she's just as silent.)

She takes a few steps into the clearing, spotting the plush mat and pillows that lies in the center, the few sheets there as well. A massage, she had asked for. One with hot stones and bamboo. She doubts he knows how to use either or that he's found any, but that he's put together this much is...

Actually just a little flattering, flattering enough to cause her cheeks to color little more, a dryness occurring in her mouth. Her body aches already, just anticipating that the energy within will be soothed with a massage soon. (He'd do this for any woman, she has to remind herself.) She swallows, composing herself before turning to him with a smile. ] Oh, Tristan. It's lovely.

[ She turns once more from him, walking towards the mat as her hands link behind her back. ] You really are an astounding knight.

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[pyrafect]

[ That is a dangerous way to think.

Of course it is, she knows it is. It hurts so much already. But at least with him, she'll know that he'll never fully love her. She knows what to expect, when tangled with him. Isn't that good enough? Isn't there a term for this, friends with benefits? Besides, they're from two different worlds, they don't have time... So she should just enjoy this as it lasts.

Pyra decides to... wiggle a bit underneath him, bringing back her hand to his shoulder to gently give him a nudge, as if she could signal for him to roll off of her. ] Mm, I understand.

I wish that... your life could have a little less of danger, though. [ In anything physical or heart-related or otherwise. ]

[noholdsbard]

[ He takes that cue to pull away from her at last, sitting up among the cushions as he looks out toward the forest around them.

The act of copulating is such an intimate affair…after the incredible heights they’ve reached earlier, only now is he beginning to feel that things are finally settling down, that the rest of the world has finally breached their little bubble of privacy. Sunlight continues to dapple the forest floor as the leaves shiver to a slight breeze and the sound of some unseen bird coos at them, perhaps disparagingly, perhaps not. The wind feels abnormally cool on his skin now, and he wonders if it’s the same for her—and the same for Mythra, in her paradise of the mind. ]

Love is not without its dangers, Pyra.

[ He would know, and he’ll even raise a hand to press it against his scar to make that point. ]

But that is a risk I would gladly take every time.

[pyrafect]

[ Could love ever be without its dangers? Could he have had his love all those years ago, without the tragedy?

She wishes that were the case for him, as her gaze follows his hand to his scar. His smile-- as it is now, is beautiful, but it must have been even more enchanting to behold when he would have smiled for Iseult. This man deserves to find a love like that again. She wishes that scar could only be a scar, and not a barrier that prevents him from finding it once more in all of its joy and glory.

Pyra sits up as well, still nude, still unaffected by the cool wind around her, her legs tucked beneath her. She still radiates heat, and her crystal still shines... and silently she draws nearer to him, one hand going to his thigh to support herself as she leans forward. She pauses only a moment to remove his hand from his chest. And then-- and then she dips her head, swiftly, to kiss him upon that scar, tender and slow.

She pulls away after a second or so, looking up at him. ] I promise you to make what we have together... as wonderful as possible for you.

[noholdsbard]

[ The gesture catches him off-guard, and before he can protest she pulls away, leaving only the lingering feeling of warmth deep within his breast.

It is not at all unpleasant, at least.

His gaze softens to her then, as he leans in to press a kiss—not upon her crystal, but upon her forehead since it’s the closest he can reach. ]

Really, you…

[ Always jumping the gun, this one. Always the first to do some heart-shattering thing, always the one with the ready smile, the kind heart…any other man would have fallen for her already, but even she cannot breach the barrier of his heart so easily.

He twines his fingers in hers, still slippery with lavender oil. Holds her tightly regardless. ]

Be it within the blink of an eye or the span of eternity, I will make certain that you do not regret it.

[pyrafect]

[ Her fingers linger upon his thigh as he pulls her to him, fingers curling inward as his lips press upon her forehead. That feels less like the intense passion involved in a summer tryst within the forest, surrounded my the haze of smoke and candles and the scent of lavender and lovemaking, and much more personal.

She had not meant the kiss upon his scar as a way to dispel its curse, but instead to respect what it means to him, and that-- she hopes-- she can somehow alleviate a part of its pain he carries within him to his day.

At the very least, this offers some sort of distraction to him.

...But that's a little too sentimental to say. So lightly, she responds: ]

The only thing I will regret, Tristan, ....it not having known your company sooner.