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The infinite universe, an amount of galaxies and worlds that even her mind could not comprehend in numbers. Places she had seen and new ones she still had to explore one day, by her brother's side. The universe had been her road, Aether her home. And yet, when had a smile and blue eyes opened the door of that home of hers? An uninvited guest... Not really, she had left that door open for him to step in, to make himself part of her comfort, or whatever was remnant of it now that her kin had left her in an emptiness she had learnt to live with... Such a simple thought, and so scary to linger onto it for too long- the longer she stayed, the further Teyvat had sneaked into her heart, its people's kindness and dreams underneath her skin, warming her stay more than she could have ever imagined when she had first taken those first steps on her own.

Suddenly the universe did not feel that big anymore, trapped between that familiar blue that lulled her under his gaze. The home he spoke so much of, perhaps it didn't feel that far anymore when it came out of his mouth, when he talked about it with a warmth she felt her fingers could almost touch if he was part of it too.

"I like fireworks..." she mumbled absentmindedly, her body floating just above the tide that had still to retreat back to the deeper sea. "But maybe only after I survive the stay." that could be a good compromise.

His statement only soothed slightly that irrational agitation of not being accepted, of whatever reaction the people he so fondly and often told her about could have by her presence there. Water splashed around her, his figure stood high by her side and the sun now hidden behind his back. His hair was the same colour of the pyro burning on the details of her clothes, between the petals of her Inteyvat flowers.

The universe, his universe... It didn't sound too bad.

She could only stare at his hand offered to her a little bit longer, waiting for the waves to disperse once again before taking it.

"I'm afraid they will be disappointed then, as no one can keep you away from trouble." on the contrary, it almost seemed wherever she went, trouble seemed to follow her along, so between the two of them, she might even beat him with that.

The atmosphere was so soothing. He knew how vast the world could be, he'd experienced more than some boy from a small village could hope to- though he was hungry for more and more. Despite this, he was certain in that moment it was only them. The world stopped and started at the horizon, it was them and nothing else.

He had asked her before. Or, well, he'd told her that was the plan. But that was when his adoration of her stopped and started at her strength and mystique. Things had changed a little since then...

So he'd assumed at least.

There was a look in her eyes, a mix of shock, maybe fear? Not the life or death kind but something... adjacent.

"So fireworks that spell out 'the famous traveller of Teyvat, Knight of favonious, thwarter of the our great Tsarista's plans has arrived' is off the table?" He joked with a soft smile. The Tsarista was interested in her without a doubt, and yes she had a nack for showing up at the right time... wrong time... perspective. "I'm glad you feel that way though, I know they want to meet you too." The waves pushed at him again, he almost lost his balance as he went to continue... frenemies huh?

Childe moved to stand, sopping wet, water in his boots, the sound of the fat drops of water hitting the steady shoreline seemed so loud compared to the soothing sounds of the calm waves. He held out a hand for her to take, "they all want to meet you, parents and all. Anyone who can keep their son occupied and er" He chuckled before the words that followed "out of trouble, is worth my foul legacy weight in mora."

Frenemies, yeah.

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windblume!siblings, also help why do they look like they were made by two entirely separate artists….

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Ah, the smell of warm and Inazuman peculiar spices had her almost drool. Almost, though, she still had some restraint despite the steam tickling her nose pleasantly.

So the girl was a cartographer. She recognised a traveller when she saw one, call it a sixth sense after millennia of wandering around the universe. An impressed hum left her lips, golden eyes observing with even more curiosity that new company of hers. "I know a very skilled cartographer from Mondstadt, I wonder if one day you might cross his path, unless you might have already if you ever visited the region of wind and freedom." She wondered how Mika was holding on, now that Windblum festival was close, it could be a good reason to pay him a visit too.

"A leisure trip then?" her index moved on top of the young girl's menu she was scanning "I would try this one if I were you." she tipped her head to the picture of an udon dish featured on the textured paper "It's soft, it's juicy. It's like everything good in the universe has gathered in one single dish." her nod might have been too passionate, but there could never be enough passion when good food was involved.

"If it wasn't for people like we'd be lost in our travels, so I should thank you for your hard work too."

Elyon's outfit was a mix of designs from Fontaine with some influence from her birth nation, Mondstadt. It was made out to be more practical for her work and comfortable over any form of presentability. but all of this was mostly a request from the smaller blonde, practical outfit was better when you roamed dangerous areas by yourself.

A faint chuckle followed Lumine's comment, a light nodd accompanying the other's statement. " I'm rarely in... cities." Elyon replied with a light shrug, she often missed out on others cultures and even her own place for the sake of exploring uncharted territory. She wasn't a people person so it never felt like a loss, beside her few drops in cities like today provided with bare minimum to get to know local food or other specialities.

Elyon followed Lumine's lead, going in before the white dressed lady, her eyes glimmering with curiosity and a bit of hunger growing as the scent of the shop hit her nostrils.

She eyed the various items on the menu curiously , hesitant on getting the mushrooms based , meat based or extra spicy ramen. " hmm..." Left hand reached to her lip in ponder .

Her eyes went back to the other blonde when Lumine asked about her reason behind her presence. " Yes, in a sense." Elyon started off softly. " I'm a cartographer... i work on unexplored ... places." Elyon explained vaguely, she covered areas avoided for being too distant or dangerous or those that had yet to be uncovered, some known only to a selected few for various reasons . " though i'm here... for personal ... activity. I work on... a map of all... places i've been." And exploring other regions was an obvious part of her personal task

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"Your Honour, he's innocent. He's baby!!" meanwhile Lulu's defence for Albedo.

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Ooc; under read more just in case

Albedo accused of the most horrible crimes:

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Personality trait: huge crushing on Diluc

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Logically speaking, of course, technically, there was nothing to be ashamed of. They were together, like proper together, not just kissy friends anymore, she supposed. They had a more or less healthy bond, both from a mental and physical perspective, definitely from a physical point of view of all. In fact, more than just 'healthy' by the pace, they both went with any physical activity.

So things could happen, bodily reactions and all, it was totally normal. In fact, it only proved further that indeed there was an incredible attraction between the two of them.

Still.

Still.

She could only pinch her nose in more distress when his voice came muffled from behind the door. His confession wasn't nothing new; she had noticed (and maybe on purpose) provoked half of those boners, so she didn't really think his point made anything better for her case. Actually, potentially worse. At least, he had a normal reason to have any kind of reaction. In her case? She leant her head against the door, low thuds following each time her forehead hit the wood, even though the embarrassment seemed to not wash away even if she were to bash her head against anything.

If it was her destiny for Ajax to think that now she was some kind of weirdo, a deviant who was into cheap dirty talk and sexism, she had to face the situation ugh.

She turned the tap again, and the water stopped falling into the shower box. There was a click as she undid the lock of the door, only daring to open it enough so not even half of her face was visible at first.

"You'll never speak of this, Ajax Alexeyev." Her index raised to point at his nose, her brows knitted in what was a very poor attempt to keep a straight face. Just a look at his face had her cheeks burn even more if possible.

"Ever again." The door opened fully. She walked past him. A quick glance to the tv screen had her almost want to run back and lock herself in that bathroom, but she swiftly grabbed the remote to turn it off. In the rush she pressed play, there was a Fontanian accent coming from the speakers, her groan in response to that, a pause, and at last the screen turning off as she threw the remote somewhere on the sofa.

To her gratitude, the blanket was still on the side, that she gladly wrapped around her so only her eyes were visible from behind the fabric.

Breath in, breath out. It's all good. She might as well rot under the blanket, yup.

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Logically speaking, Ajax knew that this was probably just a reaction to the hour and a half of fooling about, the inappropriate touching, the odd excited-over-the-top kiss or two. They had never gone a day of seeing eachother without having sex, or satisfying the other sexually in some way since they "got together"- whatever that might mean. Point is, they had a physical relationship. There was (and he couldnt stress this enough) no issue with that whatsoever. So he gets it, his dick is way past being Pavlov-ed into being fully erect when he got even a whif of her perfume.

However, on the other hand he made his girlfriend cum just by being idiots and dry humping her a little. That was a win in his book. But he couldnt even gloat about his victory when she was obviously so embarrassed by it.

The water began to run, his good ear pressed to the door so he could make out her words over the shower. Her dramatics made him smile through his worry of her. He sighed and rattled the door handle. Locked? Really? It was one of those shitty ones that could be opened from the outside with a butter knife so he guess he had a back up plan in case she stayed in there too long.

"Lumine," Ajax rose his voice, "it's not a big deal, do you know how many inappropriate erections I've had in my life?" Okay maybe he said that a bit too loud- but he guessed if the neighbours hadn't sent a complaint to the landlord about the loud sex and late night movie marathons, shouting about his cock might be fine?

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Did he just... Call her a peasant? So she's not princessy enough to see his furry form ouch. "You can draw." somehow she is not really surprised though. A drawing could be better than nothing at this point.

"Have you ever even seen your reflection? Wouldn't mirrors be too tiny for your too-regal-form-to-be-seen? I assume it must be huge."

"My dragon form is something too important and regal to show merely for the sake of comparison with another dragon... I could, maybe, illustrate it with a drawing, but my drawing skills might not suffice" which is, to say, this man only touches a pen for writing. Neuvillette could not even recall the last time he tried to draw.

"I am aware, of course, that there are dragons with shorter limbs. They are just different types of dragon, and that by itself shouldn't be judged from biased lenses."

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"Lumine." Was the voice of the somewhat concerned Ajax, having called her name a few times already through the door of his bathroom. They had been watching that stupid porn movie, the weird Snezhnayan-Fontanian mafia romance thing. It had been so genuinely laughable, that's exactly what they did. Laugh. They fooled about, he played the mafia man, she played strong northern woman, they recited their dialogue in admittedly terrible accents- his sounding more Snezhnayan than the southern Fontanian it was meant to be. They were dating, it was fine to touch the other inappropriately while repeating all the dumb shit on screen and then... Well...

Ajax had at some point, toward the last 10 minutes of the film, flipped Lumine on her back, rolled his hips against hers and in his best crappy Massimo impression, low and gravelly and at this point just substituting Fontainian accent for his own Snezhnayan, said "are you lost, baby girl?" At that moment, he felt her... react. He couldn't lie, the play touching and mocking situation had given him a bodily reaction- though it had seemed minor compared to her's.

He knocked for what must have been the 5th time by now. "Lumine, will you please come out?"

Unprompted ask from @tosxah this is slander

How did she end up locked in Ajax's bathroom? Let her recap the situation for a second.

There was a rumour, kind of like a mouth to mouth talk regarding a new movie that had come out on Netflix and apparently it had scandalised, even disgusted a couple of people. Beside the few who apparently found appealing that kind of... Twisted? controversial story, with bad acting, bad music and no plot but just- coitus basically. Ajax had suggested to watch it, for the funsies. She had accepted. Regretfully now. Lumine couldn't have known, though, that her doom would be brought by a 2 star rated movie. So they started watching it, at his place.

The movie was so boring and cringy they ended up from purely criticising it like they would usually do on their movie nights, as both enjoyed the acting and filming world, to uh... 'Acting' it out themselves. She pulled out her best Mondstadt accent, from her motherland. Ajax pulling whatever accent his was, definitely non Fontanian, slipping completely to his Snezhnayan after some time. They were laughing; his hands wandered a lot, she would stare back dramatically, cause that was all the actress was doing right? And the overdramatic moaning, that seemed to be the other thing, so Lumine complied with that too. The fooling continued and well... Her scoundrel boyfriend, she could call him that now she guessed, he did his thing. Was it his voice and that damn accent of his? Or just the way he had touched her maybe a little bit too much? It didn't matter anymore, her hands had slapped on her own mouth after a noise came out that was not so much fake anymore, her body reacting unexpectedly under his weight.

She stared. He stared back in silence.

She had pushed him away, and she ran in his small studio flat, towards the closest hidden place.

So here she was now; locked in his bathroom, with no future but only shame ahead of her.

There was another knock. He called her name, probably for the fifth time now. She could still hear his accent lingering on every word. Fuck him and that accent.

The only response she could give him it was another strangled noise behind her fingers. She didn't even bother to uncover her face, her skin had not been that red since that time some years ago when she had fallen asleep with sunglasses on and almost got herself cooked under the sun, because Aether apparently didn't find time to wake her up. She would have rather burnt and melted on that day, then having to go through this. Ajax would never let go of this, could she blame him though? This was the most embarrassing and lowest point she had ever been in her life. Archons, he must have thought she was either desperate or some kind of depraved now, like that gross guy in the movie.

She found the strength to get up from the floor, bare feet taking her to the shower. She turned the tap on, letting the freezing cold water hit her arm. She needed a very cold shower, hopefully it would drown her too at this point.

"Please. Just.." just let me disappear forever into the Abyss? To never see the light ever again and let her shame die with her. Yeah.

"Forget about me. I have no honourable life left." she had to raise her voice over the crashing water.

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@poswiecenia replied to your post “Should she create a shift schedule so everyone can...”

" could play him some songs " - lumine

"That sounds like a great idea Lulu no1.1" high fives her sis.

"Perhaps we could ask Itto for assistance. He must have built some experience with organising music events now, after all. I'm sure Capitano would appreciate the energy." it would definitely reach the other side at least.............

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Ooc; me screaming to @constarellations about this beautiful fanart and wishing there was a version of Aether bc inhales- LISTEN.

I know I keep talking about it, but I still cannot get over the fact that Dain could not freaking go full power against the Abyss twin, he could not raise his damn sword against them and that was the only freaking reason the twin had made it victorious??? And thinking about how truly, Dainsleif was the only one who had witnessed the best and utterly ugly worst of the Abyss twin: the star burning bright and guiding the world with their light, incarnating hope itself and blooming like the prettiest freaking Inteyvats and thrive bathed in their warm light. And then he had to witness the fall of this goddamn star, burning everything around them because they couldn't feel warmth anymore and becoming darkness itself when there was nothing else left to burn but themselves- BREATHES OUT

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Should she create a shift schedule so everyone can take turns to check on Capitano? To clean the dust off him and all, keep him fresh and clean at least.

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@constarellations @somairle @wcyfarer @poswiecenia

“thanks for coming to get me”

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Meanwhile in Natlan during the Parade of Blessings:

Is that a sapphic vibe she can sense?? Will fame finally get her a girlfriend??

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Lulu reading respectively Keaya and Diluc's birthday letters

Keaya: uwuuwuwuwu when are you coming back again? uwu y'know it's my birthday uwu you could pay me a visit if you're free uwuwuwu

Diluc: don't come

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Was it too good to be true, though?

Lumine's mind didn't tend to wander in that direction too often. She was grateful for what she had, for the people she cared for in her life. She didn't like to see affection (she didn't want to use the word love for him, not yet) as something she deserved or some kind of transactional matter between her and others.

Everyone was a little bit selfish, craving to be loved, to be accepted by others, and it would be foolish to deny it. She wanted to feel needed by others. Humanity's existence itself was based on how everyone saw each other, on everyone's expectations of how things should be or go. Everyone basically liked attention to a certain degree on their own terms.

Lumine tried her best to not let certain standards affect her view and life too much; to live by her own desire when she could, to be weary of what to avoid for herself if she wasn't ready to cross certain boundaries.

She crossed that boundary for him, though. And she had wanted his attention above all, lately more than ever.

Why had Ajax made his way in her life so resolutely? Surely, he could have just waved off their one night stand as just great sex and find whoever he might fancy. The social skills and look were not lacking on his part.

Then why her? The reason didn't matter. They just found each other. Some things did not need an explanation, she guessed. Neither a scientific study nor a physicalogical one could truly capture whatever gravity he pulled on her. The moon might control the ocean tides, but it was the Earth that bound her never-ending dance around it. She couldn't deny it even if she wanted to. The disappointment in her trembling body when he had stopped playing with her was overwhelming. She had been so close to see the stars again, and he had denied that to her.

Be like what? She wanted to ask him, eyelashes trying to flutter away the dizziness that had raised like fog in front of her eyes. He asked her a simple question, so she had offered a simple reply. She could even draw it out for him if he needed extra clarification of what she wanted him to do.

The huff of his laugh got lost in the fog. She liked his laugh. She could feel his smile against her skin. She wanted to trap that cocky grin of his between her lips.

But apparently, he had other plans, or he didn't need a thorough explanation anymore. The floor was taken away from beneath her feet and the world shifted, her brief shriek had her fight the lack of gravity, but his arms strongly held her trapped in perhaps the weirdest position ever she had ever been in her entire life. Even her own body was confused if she was supposed to feel aroused by the implication of that hold or to be uncomfortably afraid. She got tossed on the sheets that smelled so much of him, of winter pines and cold snow melting on one's skin. The scent that had stayed on her whens she had woken up in the morning on that summer day, or on halloween night when it had clung so hard on her skin she had to relief herself with her own fingers to ease the greediness he had not satisfied at that party.

The mattress shifted when his weight joined her, just in time as she rolled on her back to see his figure hovering her; his ginger locks sticking out more than usual, she wanted to tangle her fingers in them even more. Her hands followed the line of his shoulders, down his chest, feel his ribcage as they descended his sides, and whatever he was rummaging in the drawer he found, as his face appeared once again above her. She followed with her gaze the way his teeth ripped the packaging of a new condom, how he proceeded to wear it again. The anticipation had her muscles throb between her thighs.

She couldn't tell if he did that all on purpose or not. He must have known that was just some bullshit fanfiction stereotype move, right? She still stared, respectfully.

Her nails scraped his back, shifting to welcome the head of his cock back inside her.

Paper? Her lips parted in a pleased gasp, back arching as he filled her, as she felt her muscles stretch and make him home again.

"Wait-" despite that half breathed plea, her hands had still not let go of him.

"I can draw it for you." She licked her dry lips, focusing on the way his ginger strands fell just above the blue of his eyes, like a warm sunset on the sea "My artistic skills are not too bad." And she had paid attention to anatomy classes in high school.

"I got-" What did she have again? "Paper and pen in my bag." Right that. Her thighs pressed against his sides. If it was to move him away or lock him between her legs, she had not planned that far yet.

Surely, surely, it was too good to be true?

A reoccurring thought he had with her. Their first night together. When he found her. When she joined him in his dumb escapades of showing his truthful affections. Her kissing his lips sweetly in the library. She had no need for him. She had her pick of anyone she wanted if she wanted them. And she had picked him. Ajax wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth. To ask 'why me?' Why didn't matter, the experience did.

Ajax committed her breaths to memory, the soft slick noises of his fingers moving in and out of her, the way she rolled her hips onto his hand- he didn't like saying he was lucky but what else could it be?

Even in her sarcasm she was terribly, addictively sexy. His name fell out her mouth with intent and it drove him insane. Honestly, it was his attempt (in the sexiest way possible) to let her know he didnt know what the fuck he was doing. He had sex ed, hed watched porn but he wasnt stupid he knew it was perfomative, he knew in practice itd be vastly different. She moved her hips in a way that rubbed her lower back against his firm cock pressed between them, still a little wet from his own cum from round one. She did this again, and again, movements matching how his fingers rhythmically curved inside her just so.

Ajax huffed a laugh as he pressed a sloppy kiss to the top of her ear and withdrew his fingers without replacing them. "Okay," He breathed out with a smile, placing another half kiss to the side of her warm face, using the hand on her neck to move up and hold her jaw, turning it to place another messy kiss to her rosy lips. "If that's how you'll be."

Despite his haze and pathetically desperate need to be inside her, he was no longer wearing a condom and didnt want to trek back and forth again. So instead he was quick to move his hands down her body to the back sides of her thighs and scoop her up. She was light and slender, toned and very easy to grab. He held her against his body, her back to his front, suspended by holding her thighs to her chest with her legs slightly spread, the soft flesh spilling between his fingers. Confident he wasn't going to drop her even if she were to writhe, he turned and walked to the bed not too far away given the size of his studio apartment and threw her on the covers. Ajax followed by climbing ontop of her, leaning over her to grab another condom from the box in his drawer. Due to having to use one hand to keep him from falling on her, he ripped the condom open with his teeth, managing to remove the latex from the packet with one hand and his mouth before settling back to be on his knees. Ajax, back on his knees on the bed, smoothed the condom over his hard cock, delivering a fraction of the friction he was craving. He placed a hand on her thigh, the other holding his cock as he pressed the head of it against her wet hole with a lithe smile. "Need a pen and paper, Girly?" Was it cocky? A little over the top? Maybe. But maybe he deserved to act that way, when the most beautiful woman he had ever seen was naked on his bedsheets. He gently began to push himself in. Inch by painful inch.

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Problematic. She couldn't say she was exactly a problematic person or one who dwelled herself in actions that would put her in some kind of uncomfortable positions. Or, well, on an ordinary amount of times that was acceptable.

On the other hand, regarding Ajax, she had brought that problem into her life herself.

A problem she couldn't solve, one that deep down maybe she didn't even bother to. After all, wasn't she said problem in the first place? She got... Addicted to his presence. At first she wondered if it was just loneliness to have her keep him around her, simple curiosity for his person, to see how long he would actually resist to follow her if sex was, after all, what he was after. But he did stay, and she let him. He was unique in the way he presented himself, catching that clumsiness that broke that mask of charm he pulled off so often, so naturally. He was hard to not like. That was the problem, indeed. Or she was just easily pleased. Probably both, but could anyone blame her?

Or maybe she was just out of her mind. She wouldn't be surprised if this addiction of hers had sent her sanity to hell.

It might have not been a miracle to cause their encounter, however with his hand running close to her neck and his fingers moving inside her just like that, she might just give in to the idea that whatever they had wasn't explicable in simple terms.

Not when he made her feel like she could just let go of any ounce of control around him, fall on her knees for him if he wasn't holding her against his body.

Her head spun, or perhaps it was just his fingers moving the universe along with them with each stroke, with each breath moving mountains and oceans against her ear. His erection wasn't unnoticed either, even more arousing to know that he was already that hard again, just by touching her. He was barely deep enough though, and yet so painfully close to had the stars burn bright again in her body, see her before her eyes when they'd explode in all their beauty.

He opened his mouth, she rolled her eyes in response (and her hips, to meet another thrust of his fingers).

Ohhh, so that was the kind of game he wanted to play now.

"Do you need it written down, Ajax?" His name rolled out of her lips in a pant, not missing to press her lower back further against his wet cock. As if her thighs jerking for more friction, more movement were not enough of a sign of what she wanted huh.

Two could play that game. She had a pen in her bag somewhere, though.

She felt the head of his cock rubbing against the crack of her bosom, a turn of her hips and she felt it rub against her pleasantly, leaving its juices sticking to her skin as she rolled again, and again, working her own pleasure up, leaving him hanging. If he felt that bold to ask such a question, then surely he could take this too, or use his imagination to understand what she really wanted if he was that much of a smartass.

Words are the tools of men who lack the strength to hold a sword. Who told him that? Had he read it in a book? He couldn't recall. But he always felt an aversion to it. Ajax believed in the power of words as much as the power of a weapon. It just depends on who wields it. Now, he had never been good with words, not in the grand scheme of things. Give him a soliloquy, give him a monologue, or a poem and he'd learn to recite it with the same dedication he had to combat and sport. But that was just it. He could regurgitate what he was taught with dedication and precision; to lose was to grow, to win was a mark of his strength. Yet, stringing his own words together, weaving a flower crown for royalty from syllables and playful double meanings was not his forte. He lacked the gift of creation, he was a conduit for those who could.

Simply put, he learnt quick.

He had learnt in such brief time how her sinews gave way her thoughts and feelings and how she was truthful to her wants- when she realised she wanted them. They were the same in that regard.

He felt her weight against him, the hand on her ribs moved up to her warm breasts, gently massaging them and rubbing his palm over her nipple until it hardened under his touch. He moved further up, to her chest, to her neck. Ajax held her closer to him, the pressure more in his palm just under the point between where her clavicles met than in his gentle fingers that instead found the feeling of her pulse.

Then she slid her hand over his. He eagerly cooperated, letting her guide him, letting her use his fingers to fill herself. Fuck that drove him insane. The sensation of her wet made him swallow thickly, the way he slid into her hole, the words from her lips he just about caught. The height difference was a slight detriment to their position, but he cherished it nonetheless; straining his wrist to get barely two knuckles deep, as far as he could go, before gently pulling out and pushing back in again. With no latex between them, he could feel each bump of her insides. God he wanted to learn her body like a blind man learns braille. Blue eyes washed over her body as best they could, seeing through the blond of her hair, mostly the mounds of her milky breasts and pink nipples, their hands disappearing beyond that.

He was hard. He felt her pulse under his finger tips. He pushed in to her. Pulled out. Exhaled a shakey breath at the quick idea of hearing her say his name as he came inside her.

"Do you want me?" He asked, low, breathy and needy. His fingers continued to work, faster that before, still only two knuckles deep, knowing he could go deeper but the position stopping them. "Do you want me inside you again, Lumine?" He loved the taste of her name in his mouth. Gods know he'd mutter it like a prayer when he'd touch himself, thinking about this moment.