Hopelessly Devoted;
Frey/Lyon
Suikoden V
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Loyalty was a beautiful sin all in itself. To be hopelessly devoted to someone other than a deity... to treat their mortal form like it was a sun, lighting up the sky, and the world -
Oh, how she revered him.
Her form pressed against his, chests rising and falling like who clocks' pendulums, swaying in perfect, harmonious synchronization with one another. Congruent complexions ( scarred, bruised, molested by the hands of war ) melted together as crying lovers simply existed in one-another's embrace.
Calloused lips touched tired cheeks, wetting themselves with the tears of sheer bliss that fell from the young girl's eyes. As a breath of sheer bliss escaped the lungs of the bodyguard with a sigh, she curled against his bare form, running a gentle hand across his chest, admiring every curve and crack of his canvas. Her head found solace underneath his chin, inhaling his scent, his aura.
Thin fingers met with ones their opposite, Dawn and Twilight seemingly connecting with one another, just as their masters did.
Lyon's free hand rose, reaching up to take some of the Commander's hair in-between her fingers, admiring it. He always did take the best care of it. His long, silver tresses were like a memoir to his mother, in a sense. His bright green eyes connected with hers in a knowing smile, simply closing them and leaning back as his lover examined his locks, growing slightly back out after he cut it. Not only did it give Lyon a reason to keep her hair short, she thought as she played with his hair, but it was a delight watching him care for it, mimicking the gentle, elegant styles his mother taught him.
"Prince?" Her voice was was quiet, tired.
"My name is Freyjadour,"he corrected her, his voice dark, relaxed. It gave him a sense of mystery.
"Frey, then?"
"What is it; are you all right?"
"Oh, yes; I'm fine. You don't need to worry about me. I just wanted to ask something."
"Anything."
"I might become pregnant."
"Well, that is how children come into this world, Lyon." The young Commander of the Queen's Knights chuckled, emerald optics opening to greet his lover once more. A chuckle escaped his throat as she hid her face into his chest, cheeks burning a bright scarlet. His hand ran up and down her back, fingers gently caressing her spine.
"What'll we do if I am?" She asked, speaking against his skin, too terrified to even look at him. Chuckling in retort, the silverette rested his chin atop her head, closing his eyes, humming happily.
"You ask that as if it's a bad thing."
"Wh-no! No, Frey, of course not! It'd be fantastic if we had a child, but-"
"You're worried about marriage?" Frey's brow arched in interest, a small smile coming to his lips as his hand freed himself from hers, bodies parting for a moment as he stroked her cheek, skin against skin, watching her react to him ( bashful, quiet, just like they were children once more ) with a chuckle. "Then, you obviously know what the answer is."
"P-Pardon?!"
"Marry me."