He dismissed his own influence on the machinations of the Imperium as easily as he dismissed her connection to the mystical truths. Always a pessimist, but also always a planner. Negative though his gaze could be, she knew it belied a more hopeful heart. He wanted power and the security it brought. Security for him, for her. For them. So she did not argue the point and allowed him to think as he would.
"Pah!" she rolled her head back at the mention of Dorian, shaking her fiery hair in an easy dismissal. "A child's crush. I know so much better now." she said, bumping against his side slightly. And it had been just that, a crush. she and every other girl across the Imperium held secret hopes of catching the eye of the promising young Pavus heir. She'd confided that truth to Malachai not long after their first meeting to show how she'd once been naive, but no longer. What need did she have for such silly fantasies after meeting him? Malachai still liked to tease her about it, as was his way. She suspected he liked the way it could make her blush.
She could feel, nestled against him, that her presence was indeed calming him. He sat less rigidly. His breathing had slowed. She could feel his gaze upon her and she smiled to herself. So rarely would he allow himself to be still, to be cared for. His resistance was somewhat understandable. Mazzy knew he'd not had the easiest life. Love, the true kind that she offered him, was a foreign concept. But she knew that, with time, he'd learn to trust in it and in her.
"Silence doesn’t suit you though…"
Mazzy felt an electric thrill run down her spine, sending a rush of warmth to her neck and cheeks. Oh, but he did know just what to say, didn't he? Giggling, she turned to nuzzle her nose into his neck. She breathed deep, reveling in the scent of him. "You know me too well, love." she said, giving him another gentle kiss just below his ear. "How to make me laugh... she kissed again. "How to make me sigh..." she leaned back slightly, catching his eyes with her own. Then tilted her head just so, leaving the path to his favorite place on her own neck clear.
"Pah!" she rolled her head back at the mention of Dorian, shaking her fiery hair in an easy dismissal. "A child's crush. I know so much better now." she said, bumping against his side slightly. And it had been just that, a crush. she and every other girl across the Imperium held secret hopes of catching the eye of the promising young Pavus heir. She'd confided that truth to Malachai not long after their first meeting to show how she'd once been naive, but no longer. What need did she have for such silly fantasies after meeting him? Malachai still liked to tease her about it, as was his way. She suspected he liked the way it could make her blush.
She could feel, nestled against him, that her presence was indeed calming him. He sat less rigidly. His breathing had slowed. She could feel his gaze upon her and she smiled to herself. So rarely would he allow himself to be still, to be cared for. His resistance was somewhat understandable. Mazzy knew he'd not had the easiest life. Love, the true kind that she offered him, was a foreign concept. But she knew that, with time, he'd learn to trust in it and in her.
"Silence doesn’t suit you though…"
Mazzy felt an electric thrill run down her spine, sending a rush of warmth to her neck and cheeks. Oh, but he did know just what to say, didn't he? Giggling, she turned to nuzzle her nose into his neck. She breathed deep, reveling in the scent of him. "You know me too well, love." she said, giving him another gentle kiss just below his ear. "How to make me laugh... she kissed again. "How to make me sigh..." she leaned back slightly, catching his eyes with her own. Then tilted her head just so, leaving the path to his favorite place on her own neck clear.
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