He could see the doe from where he crouched, hidden by the long stalks of grass. He held his breath, not willing to allow any advantage to the game, knowing that the doe had a much better sense of hearing. He had known hunting as a second instinct, as easy as breathing, it was practically second nature, and Takumi knew that if he could tear his mind away from her, if only for a second, he could make a successful shot. That was the most difficult part of this. Not thinking about Corrin. She slept beside him every night in his arms, and yet she still managed to haunt his sleep. He would dream of her leaving, of her betraying him, each night it was different, and each night, he'd cry out, begging for salvation from the dreams that tortured him. Each night he would awake in a cold sweat, violently thrashing as he attempted to find some release, and each night, she would be there. She would hold him to her chest, lulling him back to sleep as she hummed. The nightmares returned soon after, and each time he would wake, she would be there.

In between the copious amounts of foreplay that went so late into the night and the nightmares, sleep had become a rarity to Takumi, which really was starting to interfere with his life. He found himself dozing off while shooting, and if he was alert, he was thinking of Corrin. How it felt to kiss that soft pout in between the shadows while people were around, but not aware enough to see, or to look deep into her eyes, and see things he was sure no one else had seen before. She was his worst nightmare and most treasured daydream. He just wished he had a bit less compulsion. Discipline used to rule his life, and now she had taken that spot, and when he thought of her, he simply couldn't stop. He hated her for it. For taking the man he once was, determined and resilient, and making him into mush at the thought of her. She was making him weak and seemed to shown no repentance for it. Takumi attempted to focus on the deer, drawing the string back as he aimed. The amount of meat on this particular doe was only mediocre compared to the ones he would hunt back in his 'spot' in Hoshido, yet any meat was good meat and could prove beneficial to the army.

He closed his eyes attempting to regroup, to clear his mind, as he knew the arrow would only shoot with total concentration, he saw black nothingness, then, her. His arm drew back, elbowing a bush that alerted the deer and in turn, made her run. He really was a disappointment, especially to himself. In a rage, he rose, throwing the yumi with a scream of despair before falling back down, sitting as he attempted to hold back the tears. He would never be good enough. Not good enough to be a king, not good enough to lead...not good enough for her. He sniffled, resting his chin on his hands as he attempted to calm himself, to try and think of anything else but he couldn't.

He hadn't met this darkness in a long time, he thought he had buried it deep inside himself, never to reemerge again, but it was there. Crepuscular and evil. The callousness of hatred, of disgust, of self loathing. How he wanted to forget it, to remain free of it and live life without the chains of hate shackled to his ankle, pulling him back every time he took a step forward. And when he saw that hate, that darkness, deep within the dungeon of himself, a light always illuminated, always reminded him of how pathetic he truly was. They eye's he saw, the glowing vivid red had once belonged to Mikoto, but he retired them for someone else's. He was someone else's disappointment, their stain, and how he regretted to be that stain, to not be someone more. Something worthy, something better, anything but him. He wanted to be more to his sister than a secret lover, more than a covert lover. He wanted to be Corrin's everything, if only for a second. If only to feel worth, and value, and acceptance in the arms of someone he had found to become his cause. When he reached that darkness, the inner prison of himself, he didn't want to see her eyes, the eyes that saw through him, that bared his soul and forced him to accept the darkness from within. He wanted to be free, to be a man she could be proud of.

He laid there in the grass for a while. The sunlight beaming on his face, as the rage eventually slipped him to be replaced with serenity. He saw her again, in the sky in which he used to look up at see nothing. He remembered the days of which he used to look up at the sky and plan the tales of his greatness, of when he could prove his worth, and even become his lost sister's hero. The days of childhood had passed, although at times, they didn't seem too distant, as he felt himself slipping back into the same defenseless child. He reached out for the sun, the breeze caressing his hand, as he smiled contently, knowing that she would be waiting for him back at the river. She would wait as long as he needed her to, and she would do so faithfully and without regret. He collected his weapon, checking it for signs of damage. Luckily, it managed to return unscathed with only a bit of dried mud on it, which was already a great disservice to such a legendary bow. Takumi brushed it off, looking to the sky one more time, and knew that for once, if only for awhile, everything would be ok. There was no need to worry, for he could sleep tonight.

He peered at her from behind a tree, revealing in the knowledge that she was unaware of his presence as she waded into the water. Takumi let out a silent chuckle as he shook his head. She was too trusting, going in completely nude and unarmed, someone as simple as Mozu could attack, leaving her dead, and Corrin could only blame herself. And then what would they do with their plight to fight this evil force Corrin had spoken about? Not only that, but just the thought of Corrin gone was enough to nearly break Takumi's heart. At this point, he couldn't comprehend a life without her. He had to wonder, after all this was done, what was to become of them? If it weren't for Hoshido, he would have followed her to the end of the world, perhaps where it wasn't so wrong to be with her. A place where it was just the two of them until the end of time. He took one final look at her, blissfully unaware, her head tilted back as he gently spun before leaving his spot, generally annoyed with the results of his hunt. Corrin could tell Takumi was irritated when he finally emerged from the woods, by the way he stalked out, pouting with a scowl as she searched him with her eyes to find that he had returned with nothing. It seemed as if they were stuck eating dakon once again...

"Didn't get anything?" She inquired, although already knew the answer.

Takumi grunted in response, sitting at the rock where Corrin usually chose to go whenever they had their talks. He began to inspect his bow, disinterested with the naked woman before him, annoyance killing any chance of normal sexual tension between the two. Corrin huffed, unwilling to try and change his stubborn ways, and settled for moving the water around with her hands and watch his reflection, set in a sour expression he seemed to have decided on keeping. Takumi glanced at her, noticing her own sallow expression as she stared down. He hated it. He wanted to reach out and touch her, to apologize, something he never really did. He crawled to the edge of the river, sitting on his feet as he leaned in just enough to kiss her, something he still wasn't quite used to. He never knew when it was a good moment to kiss her, and it still all felt so new and still made his head spin. He found it to be a good apology to her though, as she inevitably would start giggling, hiding herself in his chest, as giddiness overtook her. She bit her lip once she was finally able to control herself, absolutely radiating at him in the bask of affection and attention. She grabbed hold of the collar of his shirt pulling him in further to what seemed to be to inevitably deepen the kiss, yet he found that was not her intention, and was instead greeted to the river.

It was rather pleasant on this particular day, as the sun made it nearly unbearable outside, however she was not forgiven. Takumi emerged from the water, coughing as the water refused to exit his lungs, memories flooding back all at once of when she had pulled him in the water late Autumn of last year for mocking her. He would never have imagined having been able to be with Corrin like this. Yet he doubted anyone would be able to continuously be with their sister sexually either. While he coughed, Corrin sat on the riverbank giggling, attempting to get out of range in which he could retaliate, watching him desperately attempt to regain normality. His face was beginning to turn a shade of pink, and his long silver hair stood every which way, which to Corrin seemed odd, as she realized that she had never seen his hair looking so unkempt. Yet it suited him. She resisted the urge to pull it and mess it up more, just to bother him, as she knew that he spent more time than he'd like to admit caring for his hair. His eyes snapped to her, and in that moment, Corrin knew fear.

He rose slowly, approaching her with purpose as he took each step, making sure she knew that he was not impressed with her choice to pull him in, and she would in fact have to pay. She had made him too soft, thinking that she could do such things without being reprimanded. With alarming force, he wrapped his arm around her waist, bringing her soft lithe body close to his, each soaked from the river. She gulped, as he gently and tenderly pecked her sun kissed shoulders, making her shudder and grab at the grass for support, as she braced herself for him. His kisses moved among her dainty collar bones and up her elegant lengthy neck, his nose pressed against her as he inhaled her scent. She threw her head back, her arms beginning to shake as he smirked against her neck, She practically was putty in his hands when he kissed her neck, willing to do whatever he asked. She managed to allow one hand into his hair, untying the ponytail it was in and knotting her long bony fingers within his already wet messy tresses, which the daylight had already set at work in drying.

His own hands rested on her hips, wishing to explore, yet not sure how to. Hesitantly, he caressed her outer thigh, smooth and hairless. She wrapped her leg around him, pushing him in even closer, unwilling to release him from her, and for once, uncaring of who might come by. It didn't matter now. They had made the commitment and intended to keep it. For once in this damned war, they would taste happiness, if only for a moment, as long as they belonged to each other. Nothing mattered, nothing but each other and the way they made each other feel. This wasn't love, this wasn't just lust either, it was so much more. Whatever it was, it was dangerous. She was a woman who had lived her entire life by the edge danger, hidden by false shelter that haunted her, while taking false hope in people she shouldn't trust. While he lived under his own shelter that he created through his own demise. But with each other it was different, with each other, the past didn't matter, the only shelter they would seek was the shelter in each other.

She took his hands in hers, allowing the feeling of calloused open palms to trail up her skin as she lead him to her breasts, adoring the way he gasped against her ear, the way he panted, nearly salivating as he felt the tender touch of a women's breasts for the first time. She let out a small whimper, alarmed at the amount of force in his vigorous hands, and the way he growled, The way he wanted her, the way no one else had before. His face remained buried in her neck, permitting himself to let out a low groan as her deft fingers began to undress him, her own desperation showing through her quick nimble work. He provisionally moved his hands, testing the waters to see how she reacted to being groped in such a way. Her nipples were hard against his hands, firm and erect by his doing. He had to remove his hands reluctantly and briefly only so she could remove the armor and shirt he had chosen to wear that morning. As his hands went back to seek for her chest, she moved back, attempting to marvel at the man before her.

He really was a beautiful man in her eyes. The way the sun caught his eyes, making them change from fawn to hazel, reflecting like pure green on water. The way those eyes looked at her inquisitively as to why she would disrupt the intimate space between them, why she would ruin the moment, but made everything so much better for Corrin. The way he flexed unintentionally as he leaned against the river bank, watching her. How he leaned forward, under a trance as she bit her lip. Her lips, rosy pink, her white teeth, the fang almost threatening to pierce it, to let vivid red run out. The bite, the look. The challenge on her face as she dared him to move forward. To make her cry out his name.

He paused, remembering another move that was preformed in Corrin's novel that he had never heard of. Frankly, it seemed juvenile and strange to him, yet it was worth a try. He took hold of those luscious thighs, running his hands up and down them, savoring the feeling before pulling her closer yet again so he could preform the same deed. He pecked her lips, a look of confusion following as she attempted to identify his intent as he lowered his head to her chest, planting a kiss in the middle before moving to her left breast, licking the nipple. It was her turn to gasp, half in surprise and half in pleasure as she found the wet sensation of a mouth to be one she enjoyed. He enveloped the rest of her nipple with his mouth, sucking gently while fondling the other. She whimpered, holding onto his shoulders, her fingernails digging in as he pinched the other nipple in between the spaces of his fingers. Her hands slid down to his trousers sliding them down.

When she looked at him this time, it was...different. She didn't just want to taste him, that was clear. She wanted more, and he wanted all she had to offer. They didn't need words to tell each other that. All they needed was a look to communicate what they had wanted for so long. She didn't need to ask, because he already knew. He stood, tucking stray hair behind her ear as he gazed down at her. He never imagined it happening like this, and if logic would break through for once, he would stop himself. He knew he should wait for a wife, dutiful and innocent, to be faithful to her, to pledge himself to her, yet as he stood in front of her, anything but Corrin and the moment failed him. He would become hers and she his in return, and regrets would wait until after they were through. For now it was them and the moment.

She grabbed ahold of his firm cock, positioning him at the entrance, forgetting that what she was about to allow him to do was something she was never supposed to allow him to do. Forgetting what wrong and right was, because when she looked in his eyes, a moral code meant nothing. Instead, she looked at him, giving him a final chance to withdraw, to change his mind. He nodded before moving in to meet her lips, letting her natural lubrication and the water take place in a smooth entrance, as he pressed his hips a bit further into her, the tip taking entrance. She widened her legs, wanting to take in more, to feel him. Even the warm cavern of her mouth couldn't compare to how it felt to be inside her. To make her moan his name as he pushed his hips further and further until they touched his, feeling as if his mind might explode at any second as the sensation engulfed him. He saw nothing and everything at once whilst inside her, new sensations being brought to life as he reached deeper and deeper within her. Corrin enjoyed the feel of him, the way he felt with his hands gripping her ass to keep her in positioned, the way he panted in her ear, whispering for her, the way he wanted her more and more with each thrust. She took so much pleasure in the sin, of body against body, acting on their most primal urges as she called out louder and louder for him. She threw her head back to find it tilted to steady her gaze at him instead before he moved in to dance his own tongue with her, each sharing a parted breath as the pace increased and he found himself losing himself more and more.

He gave no warning to when he came, he never did and this time was no different. He entombed himself in her neck like always, his hips violently twitching as he released his seed inside her, feeling delectation like he never had before, something he never thought he'd find in Corrin. She panted into his shoulder, upset but not surprised by the quick outcome of their encounter, as she had been forewarned by friends that a man's stamina was the limited the first time around, and it took awhile to improve. The cum filled her, giving her a wicked unique pleasure that he had almost marked her, that he had claimed her for himself. They both remained still for awhile, each holding on tight, afraid to let go.

It was Takumi who rolled off first, exiting the river to lay beside her, unable to comprehend anything from the vivacious intensity of the orgasm. He had discovered for the first time the tenderness of a woman's touch, and how it felt to be inside her whilst she called for you, begging for you. She however, felt the moment rapidly slip away as reality caught up with her, and horror began to overtake her. She didn't feel any wrongness for the act, in fact, the sex itself was the most alive she had felt in over a year. It was that in which troubled her. She had made passionate love to her brother, and felt no regret. Except the seed, which came more in awareness to her, felt dirty, the pleasure of him marking on her gone, as she realized that had she not allowed him to do that, she could have kept it just at sex. His cumming proved to be so much more, to be a commitment.

She looked at him, staring up at the sky and palpitating as he attempted to catch his breath, still blissfully unaware of the world around them. She wouldn't dare take it back what had happened between them, it was beautiful, it was real, but it still was wrong. She stood, attempting to gather her clothes, she needed to think. To understand what it all meant, what he all meant to her. He finally looked at her, and she had never looked so beautiful. Forever in his mind would she be a divinity from now on, a divinity he would never share. He wouldn't settle for anyone other than her. She glanced at the man she had just lost her virginity to, doubt slipping once again, as she felt herself under his spell again. She continued to dress, maintaining the silence as he collected his thoughts. It almost felt as if he had left his body. She sat next to him, clothed as she raked her fingers through her damp hair, feeling the grass in between her toes.

"Do you think anything could ever be this good again?" Takumi asked quitely, looking out at the river.

"With you. Always." She replied, resting her head on his shoulder.

She was his and he was hers. It was as simple as two souls connecting in the universe far above, and then being brought back down to earth to relearn what they were taught. Forever, they would stay that way.