…..:::::|. Fifty-Foot-O-Rope Inn: Tavern .|:::::…..

Bootfall hit the top step outside the door.

He had forgone a pint before now but decided on having a glass or two before he'd bedded down himself. At the bar, though, his ears had been perked to the events of two engaged voices upstairs, inside some room. He kicked himself for not having kept a better eye on them. They hadn’t been loud at all, to disturb the other travellers in the inn. In fact they had been quite considerate with their lovemaking.

But his hearing had been finally alerted by the moaning call of the familiar name of his ward and the rising rush of passions. He had cursed to himself and a painful scowl had flattened his expression.

...

Too high.

Their slithering movements matched far to well to keep quiet and they were far too high.

Siin was spilling, without filter, what their work was doing to him. Palm on her hip, another in her hair, cradling her head, and her body was a winding flame. He caused such a sensation running through her she was unsure if she could even feel the soles of her feet anymore.

His love was making her see things and then nothing at all, and she was laying the strongest of amorous words into his ears to encourage his force; encouraging her snake to stay wrapped around his flame. There were tears on her cheek even as her lover kissed each away and made constant query over her well-being in their long bout.

She'd only been babbling truths, whines, moans, to let him know how much she loved what they were doing to one another. Their vivacious declarations of passion bedecked their intensities and their kiss seemed more breath and heat than anything else.

She was going to very well hold on to how he filled her senses, how richly he smelled of citrus. She didn't care she thought of the necromancer. These were the only two she'd ever smelled closely from Buraamira, but this one, this man, this Siin, was the only love she’d ever have. Forever. And that was all her intent proved as she moaned his name, and her pleas, and wound a work to drive her feather to his highest.

...

He could hear them clearly now. In the hallway. Intent on raising each other's pleasures. Amidst all the other rooms, snoring. His exasperated thoughts fought with themselves but he knew this was something he couldn't allow.

...

Inside, Siin felt her body grow tight and tighter still under him, giving him all he'd worked for. And his impassioned whispers encouraged every level of it. Those good words of his work were again shot-stuck in her throat. It was good to him; wholly feeling and seeing this new thing of her. This new kind of crisis.

For her face and those small puppy-like whimpers was telling him she'd never felt anything like this before in her life. If anyone else had ever been apart of her, like she apologized for, they hadn't caused this. His kiss on her throat as she called out her ecstasies, made it seem like this now, the crisis he was causing, would never end.

Nor did he seek it to.

Only to heighten it with his own.

Before too long her whines made him join her in unfettered ecstasy, attempting to whisper things to her but wholly failing what with his uncontrollable jitters, shot breaths, and clawing holds.

For a moment—or eternity—there was no time at all; their bodies, hearts, and minds, were locked in a spasmed crux of height only time could wane. Here, in this null, there was only a woman falling deeply in love with a man and him drinking in a world of his hopes she'd finally given him.

With lowering breaths, the waning came as slow as the moons’ travel above them; their bodies still learning one another in the wake.

“Siin.” It took her an eon to utter his name and she almost couldn’t finish it. She’d spoken in the tiniest of voices paired with a bevy of pants she was still serving him as her body tried to relax. He encouraged her limbs to fold comfortably around him, instead.

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Passion drunk and heaving chest caving breaths, he slowly opened lids to search for the gaze of the woman who'd allowed him to know her this way and everything in him wanted to start it all over again.

Her hands were still roaming his body and her chest was dipping deeply when her eyes opened to meet his. She wanted to say something, something important, but no thoughts adequately formed. She could only stare. Breathe heavy and stare at the man she wanted to keep making love to.

"H – Halycind..." His whisper was almost too wispy to be heard but she understood his sentiment as they embraced one another again.

"I love you." Finally expressing what she’d been digging for, she whispered truth onto his lips as she brought him down into a slow kiss.

...

In the hallway, their Exemplariat made a decision. With a pained shut of his eyes, he turned the ring on his wrist to a rune and whispered his regret. "I am so sorry, my liege."

...

Then, inside, a pain like lightning shot up their spines. It wasn't orgasmic or anything from their connection. It ripped through them like a tearing nasty claw. It was the buzzing turned now to a screeching scramble under their skin and in their bones.

They hadn't even the time to detach before they were both on the floor writhing in excruciating pain of the mind.

"Siin!” Halycind belted.

He’d fallen into an awful ball of yelping cries.

“Somebody!” She wailed. “Percival!” She screamed her Exemplariat’s name even as the door swung open.

"Haly!" Siin cried, looking upon her very scared; as if his soul was being dragged away by death.

“Let me help you, Siin." Percival urged as he slipped between the two to scoop up the boy.

“What's wrong with him?! What happened?!” Halycind shouted.

“It's his system reacting to all the new magecraft thrown today.” Percival lied easily as he helped the naked mage up to an unsteady stand; witnessing now the evidence of their first time together.

“Will he—”

“aBn.” Percival begged him with hands on his cheeks to catch his eyes.

Siin was shaking with a tumultuous mix of anger and sudden shock, and he was glaring into Percival's eyes as if he hated him. "What did you d--"

“Quench.” Percival interrupted sharply.

aBn Ynggr, stopped thinking.

He just stared at him.

“Ye—yes. Exemplariat.” He finally stuttered out, empty of any of the anger he’d had before. Only staggering shock and confusion were left.

Percival’s large back had obscured the details from a weeping, wailing Halycind but a flashing need made Siin call to her.

And she cried for him, reaching.

Percival further pressed his body between the two reaching for one another.

“Is he going to be alri—”

“He will be by the morning.” Percival tried to calm. “But you should go rest."

“Percival, we—we—I'm in love with him—“ Her breaths were so broken and her sobs of concern were so strong, she didn’t want to allow him out of her sight.

“Maybe now's not the time..." And Percival's halting palm stopped the naked girl's fighting follow into the hallway. "...to pressure such things.” His eyes were stern but not malicious. “You both need to rest." He eyed the knits and fabrics spilling well from the bed. "The coverings there. Wrap yourself in them." He said minding her indecently bare form.

Siin was being guided away from her. His breaths were shot still but easing.

"I will tend to him.” Percival assured.

And they left.

Halycind just stood there, crying. A sharp pain went up her middle and she was then harshly alerted to the sorenesses in her own body. Grabbing a thin linen cover from the bed they'd just shared, she wrapped herself to cross the hall into her room.

Shut the door.

And cried until her eyes were dry.

Her throat was coarse from coughing and she was clutching her knees on the floor at her bed. Something in her soul was telling her damning things and she blurted her frets to the walls. “Why does it feel like the last time I’ll ever hold you?” She wept and her stomach turned, hating her intuition for cursing them.

Sobbing, she spoke on the night, and her mark lit to a bright ugly burn.

"I swear.” She started.

And all the Powers in the Place of Havvenchael, listened.

“I swear on all the blood that's ever been spilt, nothing will ever take you away from me. Nothing."

And as if all the bodies, swimming in the quiet solstice sky above, bent their ear to her oath, the air quaked and those half-awake knew something had happened.

Halycind’s choking sobs took her into slumber.