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I just think she’s neat.

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~Dreams~

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aeverdini · 10 days

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The Answer

“Do you ever miss it?”

Danian asks, raising a tea cup to his lips, its handle pinched delicately between two gloved fingers. The silence of his vieran consort causes him to give her a side-eyed glance, his eye partially obscured by a long lock of light brown hair, the rest of which was tied behind his back in a loose ponytail. For the occasion, he wore a long gray embroidered coat over a black form-fitting vest, short gloves, and long boots, which his leggings were tucked into. His entire outfit was finely crafted by the best tailors and leather-workers in the highlands. Despite his hyruan years, the viera thinks he is incredibly handsome, his youthful appearance defying the thin wrinkles that had started to form since she had known him.

“Miss…what?” the viera replies, tilting her head ever so slightly at his gaze, giving a slight smile. The smile was one of curiosity, as the question had broken the lingering silence between them. A breeze blew a lock of her silvery-blue hair across her face, a few strands sticking between her lips, causing her to brush it away.

They are both dressed in finery, the viera in a lavender-colored dress made by a tailor on Danian’s commission. The dress was unlike anything she had worn before, its soft fabrics caressing her skin in a way she had not thought possible, a soft leather belt binding her waist. Upon her feet, she wore long thigh boots that felt as if she had been walking on clouds. The outfit was warmer than she was used to, but she thought she could adjust. Danian had insisted that she wear it this day, and the sight of her in it, with her hair braided and flowers tied in, took his breath away, though he was naught to admit it outright. The freckles on her face stand out in the evening sun, inlaid in a face that he thinks is the most beautiful in the land.

“The Range…your homeland.” Danian said, placing the teacup back in its place on the saucer in front of him. The saucer, as well as the two of them, sit on a blue blanket on a hillside, overlooking the northern Dalmascan highlands. The great mountains that bordered Dalmasca and the Skatay Range rested in the horizon. The evening sun was careening ever slowly behind the peaks of the mountain, bathing the both of them in a soft yellow. Everything between them and the mountains is the domain of the Fal’thahn lordship, Danian’s forefathers. They had always had peaceful relations with the viera beyond the mountains. But the peace of both people was now shaken by invaders from the west. It was a land that Danian feared he may not have much longer.

The viera did not respond right away, mulling about the question in her head for a while. She examines him, his eyes seemingly desperate for an answer. Despite his station, and having so much, his eyes hunger for something…else. Yearning to ask a different question, one much more weighty than a concern for the homesickness of his vieran consort. Something that he had trouble expressing, yet secretly pines for with all of his heart. Something made of glass, that he was all but holding out in front of her with hands of steel, that the weight of her answer could shatter, and destroy him. But to her, the answer was simple and obvious, as light as a feather.

She had lived in his lands for nearly fifteen years now, and known him for just as long. He welcomed her and her sister as a guest, protecting them, sheltering them, fostering them as they restarted their lives in Dalmasca. He had always been even, patient, caring, not just to them, but everyone around him. Always been a man of honor, standing against the storm, hoping to make not only his father, but his subjects proud. Under his stern exterior was a man that cared, possibly too much, but had trouble showing it. But she felt it, she felt him, all this time. His words, his touch, the way he addressed her. There was always something more. Something he was, perhaps, too afraid to admit. Something that was blinded by his deep fear, that he and his family line would probably not exist much longer. His question wasn’t one of the homesickness of his consort. She had been brought here, in finery and flowers, for something much, much more.

Without a word, the viera rose slowly, turning her gaze to the vast field down the hill from them. Tall grass covers the hillside and fields before them, swaying gently in the breeze. Danian looks up at her now-towering figure, confusion on his face. She holds out her hand to him, and he takes it, rising to meet her. She offers him a half glance, with a silent laugh and warm smile, then pulls him with her, down the hill. He expresses his confusion audibly, but upon doing so, the viera pulls on his arm harder, breaking out into a jog as the two begin descending the hill together faster and faster. They come to a small valley at the far bottom of the hill, partially obscured by shadows from the evening sun. A bit of privacy, with only the mountains visible from a gap between the two hillsides.

The pair slow to a stop, and the viera turns to Danian, taking his other hand. She stood half a fulm taller than him in height, yet the incline he stood upon made him have to look down at her. A stiff breeze from the valley blows her braided hair to and fro, as she looks up at him, her face bright, attempting to find her words. Danian, finally realizing what was happening, holds her hands gently, a soft smile forming on his face as well.

“You promised me a name.” The viera says, “…answer my question first, and then I will answer yours. I’ve been waiting so long.”

Danian gazes off in the direction of the sun a moment, the rays over the mountain causing him to squint. It was obviously something he had been thinking of for a long time. She had gone nameless since fleeing the Range, giving up her forest name. It was something she had asked him to do for her, and something that he had promised her years ago: to give her a name. He looked back at her with a slight grin, and a gleam in his eye. He didn’t have to think long, she thought.

“Elysea.”

“Elysea…” She repeats the name to herself, taking it in, making it her own.

“Because, to me, you are a gift from the heavens.”

With a tightened grip and a stiff yank, Elysea pulls him from his high-ground, and pushes into him, their lips meeting in a warm, soft kiss. She pushes her body into him, causing him to stumble back into the tall grass of the steep hillside, and her on top of him. They cared naught for the condition of the finery amongst the dirt and underbrush. They cared not for the invaders on their doorstep, threatening their way of life, threatening to take everything away from them. Danian cared not what others would think: an unmarried Dalmascan lord with his mysterious vieran consort. Elysea cared not for her younger sister, who’s safety she was in constant fear of. Not tonight. The only thing that mattered at that moment was each other. For this moment, they would have each other, at last.

The sun’s rays disappeared over the hillside, as the world started to become dark. The entwined couple was framed on the land inside a small clearing they had inadvertently made together amongst the tall grass they had fallen into earlier. Elysea traces the back of her fingernails down Danian’s collar bone and bare chest as it rises and falls. He holds her close, the pair’s breathing finally coming down from the exertion they had just experienced. He watches the dark orange sky as stars begin to illuminate in the absence of the sun, then looks down to Elysea with a soft smile on his face.

She sensed his gaze, and brought her flushed face up to meet his. She thinks she had made a mess of him, his long hair now loose, littered with bits of grass, and she chuckles at the thought of what she must look like at the moment. The two shared a kiss again. Elysea then props herself up on her elbow, breaking away from his embrace, enough to get a glimpse of the darkened mountains of the Range in the far distance past him. She stares for a long moment, before breaking the silence one last time.

“No.”

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