#.seeking comfort from her demon knight in the middle of the night... out of direct view of the throne

[sansloii]

043. ig and koko :)

The night is peaceful and mostly quiet, with a soft breeze slipping through whatever cracks and openings they could find. The ocean made those winds that much cooler and they carried the smell of salt and fresh air with them. As used it it as the queen is… she always stopped and just enjoyed it for what it was. It offered a moment for her to pause in whatever thoughts she had — whatever troubles began to grip her — and just… breathe.

Much like how the tides rose and fell, as the currents ebbed and flowed, she took that moment to find that rhythm that slipped through her fingers. She found… that was best accomplished at night or, obviously, when she was left in peace. To have all three, at once, and having the clarity of mind to take advantage of it was… a blessing — one of few.

Sometimes though, even ocean breezes aren't enough to make her feel like… like a person. A breeze she couldn't touch, a smell that could waft over here and disappear without regard for her — both soothing but… not always what she desired or wanted. It's not for lack of try to calm herself, but rather… it… it just…. didn't.

Sometimes, for her, it was her knight that accomplished that for her.

To be selfish is unbecoming ( despite the selfish men and women that flocked towards the crown for favor ), but with Ignis, she is very selfish. He was — is — a pleasant contrast to the coolness the sea offered.. and oh, how she coveted that. This isn't to say that she was needlessly disturbing him with what were, sometimes, frivolous thoughts. and tricks of her own mind every night. However… in moments such as these, she… she needed him.

Who else would she trust to answer her request to meet her at such an hour in the throne room?

Who else would let brush her fingers against the palm of his hand, tracing the lines that marred his skin from years of use. Who else would let her press his palm to his and pull him out of the moonlight — out of the view of the towering windows that allowed said light in. A couple moments is all she needs; a moment to pull him to the side, and another — a longer one — to guide his hands to where she wants them to rest about her form.

Dakota's own hands take their place around him, her arms encircling the being's midsection as she sinks into that infernal warmth.

“...What troubles you?” he asks, the concern in his voice… subtle but there.

— and to that, she admits “Everything.”

“I just… I want to be held...” she continues, “I know it is silly… but just… just for a little while. Please.”

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