#+. / o' knight of chalphy; to her he is worth more than vows ( ship: deirdre & sigurd. )

[sireneia]

ship tag dump!

+.  /   the goddess of the battlefield and his heart both; the moment she drew her lance he knew he was hers ( ship: clive & mathilda. ) +.  /   o’ knight of chalphy; to her he is worth more than vows  ( ship: deirdre & sigurd. ) +.  /   it is neither money nor guilt that compels her to stay but instead the simple fact that she loves him so ( ship: thea & klein. ) +.  /   he gives her his jade button and with it a piece of his beating heart; she’s feeling her heart beat too  ( ship: ophelia & shiro. )

[sireneia]

@hamartio​ sent:   ✿ from the main blog for sigurd, of course :eyes:  ( randomized kisses )

    lord sigurd has been very good to her. he had sworn to her that she had nothing to fear. a lifetime full of feeling terror every time she stepped outside the spirit forest, but when he calls her name with such ardor, looks at her with such love, deirdre cannot help but wish to believe in his words. they are a magic like no other, a salve for the curse in her blood.

the fairy tales have often spoken of how lovers can leave their traits upon one another, and if their claims are true, then it must be lord sigurd's bravery that he has imparted upon deirdre. by his side, she feels as if she is willing to fight the world, and she shall stand tall to do it even if the fingers around her tome may quiver.

without him, she would still be all alone in the spirit forest. the people revere her, but they do not know her — not like how her late caretaker had, not like how sigurd's friends have, not like how sigurd as her lover has. they see her as truly human, neither a holy maiden nor a walking affliction.

though being in this army's company has put her at ease time and time again, her wedding date approaches swiftly. she feels guilty, allowing the others to plan it more than herself, having little idea what constitutes a proper grannvalian ceremony, but they all seem happy to do it, even if some of them might heckle her future lord husband for how quick he is to organize things. he's eager to have his lady wife, they tease, and the sight of their cheer puts a smile on the priestess' face, though it does make her heartbeat quicken.

there shall come that night when they truly will be together... deirdre frowns in thought. before sigurd, she has abided by the mandate that she not be with a man. yet, even with the courage he has given her to flee from her fate, she still has been content to let him constantly be the one to initiate kisses with her. has she truly become more like him, as lovers are wont to become, if she continues to let him be the one that saves her?

when next he returns home, deirdre asks him to lean down, and when he obliges, she gently cups his face. her mouth meets his in the softest of ways, fleeting in her touch as she quickly pulls away, but her gaze remains his. she may not yet be as passionate a kisser as him, but she lingers close to him as she conjures up some explanation.

“ edain told me grannvalian couples kiss on their wedding day, so i wished to practice with you... ”

but that is not the truth, for all she wished to do was take on his boldness more and more, and she cannot deny she has thought of his kisses all day — how each one consumes her and drives every thought from her mind completely. a caress of her cheek or her hand are all well and good, but they do not compare to the bliss that it is to drink from his lips. the desire burns in her eyes, as her lips part to ask their ploy for more:

“ ...is that the right way to do it? ”

34. gentle peck