After making sure that his immortal passenger was safely tucked away in the back of his mind, recovering after the whole ordeal, T'senri slipped away into a sweet dream of an uncertain future.
Waking up to an even sweeter mix of his own and his mate's scents and the incredible heat of Raha's muscular body wrapped around him possessively – as if even in his sleep his lover was making sure he was there – had a silly grin bloom on his face as he nuzzled sleepily against the soft, red hair and his sensitive ears twitched with delight at his blissful snore-purr. Snuggling against him even tighter – even the red, fluffy tail coiled around his thigh – Raha murmured something incoherently, sighed softly, and tightened his grip around Warrior's chest, falling back into a blissed-out doze.
Grinning involuntarily at the sheer cuteness of his soulmate, T'senri gladly rested his chin between his lover's ears and would be happy to doze off again if his own ears didn't twitch at the sound of nearing steps. Still quite uncertain about where exactly they were, but having his bashful lover's sensibilities on mind, he carefully pulled one of the blankets around their waists, purring soothingly when Raha mewled in protest at the movement and settled down when he wrapped his arm around him again.
He wouldn't admit that out loud – knowing his beautiful prince probably wouldn't consider it a compliment – but T'senri loved the fact that since the whole ordeal on the ship in those first few days of their travel to Old Sharlayan, occasionally his lover was now showing hints of his own slightly bratty side. Seeing as he grew more confident in his mate's devotion, maybe to in part accommodate his need to take care of and spoil him, Raha would demand his attention and affection in his more or less subtle ways, utterly blowing his mind. Be it by quiet mewl of protest when he didn't snuggle around him tight enough or delicate, inviting purrs inside his head when his lover wished for him – T'senri was always more than eager to please his prince's needs. And if his mate would toss him a heated look of crimson eyes and slip away their company at the time with a secret, playful wink… the Warrior was more than fine chasing him down and seeing what his mate had in mind.
On one such occasion, two weeks into their sea voyage, his mind was blown away when instead of teleporting back to their lair he found his lover – though blushing beautifully and biting his pretty lip with a hint of uncertainty – inside 'his' nook and with a quiet, raspy whisper his prince demanded his mouth. In the middle of the day and with a crowd of co-passengers milling around the deck, T'senri complied instantly anyway – unnoticeably for his lover casting a soundproof bubble of invisibility around them, which was a genius move considering how incredibly riled up it had his mate – he eagerly fell to his knees and let his lover fuck his mouth at his leisure. He wasn't exactly sure if Raha realized he obviously had a kink for the idea of being caught – even biting on his fist to choke down his noises could not hide his apparent excitement or the way he grew almost brutal in the way he took his mouth – and he didn't mention it to not embarrass his love, but he more than enjoyed the idea himself. Torn between his instinctive possessiveness denying anyone else to see the beauty of his mate in the throes of bliss and the near bestial pride about making him look like that at the same time – T'senri would be a liar if he didn't admit that it had him as riled up… if not more.
Enough said, their friends were utterly unaware of how many times they walked by the very similar thing taking place – not to mention the one time another passenger accidentally stumbled into that nook while the Warrior had his unaware of it lover pinned face first against the wall and fucking his beautiful behind in hard strokes while keeping his mate's mouth covered by his hand to keep up the illusion. And the way that had his Raha singing for him in his mewls and whimpers definitely had Warrior delighting in exploring his lover's apparent kink. Pushing to see exactly how high it could spike his mate's arousal and excitement.
And because just thinking about it as the steps approached already had his body wanting, it definitely sprang an absolutely evil idea in his mind. Grinning with a very real glee, he carefully – making sure to not jostle his lover awake by doing so – turned him around in his arms, cooing and purring soothingly when Raha murmured something incoherently again and settled with a quiet hum. Pulling the blankets around them a bit higher, T'senri carefully kept it gentle and thanking the gods of mischief for his lover's body still apparent readiness, smoothly took him, stifling his quiet groans at the squeeze of the muscles around his dick against the messy red hair while his lover mewled breathlessly in his beautiful, hoarse voice and squirmed sleepily, pushing back onto his flesh eagerly.
He snickered quietly, rising on his elbow behind him while keeping his other hand carefully hooked around his lover's hip under the cover of the blanket to keep him tight around his cock while tossing an absolutely innocent smile at Hythlodaeus when he walked in with a smile and a platter – gleefully now waiting for his mate to wake up and realize his… circumstances and beyond curious about his reaction.
Waking up, G'raha almost expired, instantly realizing two things at once: one, the quiet cheerful 'good morning' of the violet-haired immortal he thought locked away, and two… absolutely scalding heat of the flesh spearing his insides when his lover's all-too-innocent voice answered while his fingers dug into G'raha's hip, keeping him stock-still around his dick. And the combination of those two ideas had him instantly, brutally aroused with effort clenching his teeth so hard his jaw ached, to stifle an absolutely embarrassing mewl of pleasure at his mate's mischief.
With inhumane effort keeping still and pretending to be asleep – because there was absolutely no way he can keep up a straight face in these conditions! – while tilting his head slightly to let his hair fall over his face and cover most of his expression, he – hopefully innocently enough – pulled one of the pillows against his stomach and clutched his hands around it, holding for dear life as his very blood blazed like an inferno, his uneven heartbeat sending it to throb in his cock as his tail wound around his lover's waist and coiled almost painfully when Senri's breath hitched and his fingers flexed over his flesh in a warning.
"I hope you don't mind," he heard Hythlodaeus's quiet voice and his face blazed with the mix of unbearable arousal and embarrassment as he bit back a moan and his muscles involuntarily clenched around the flesh inside him, and feeling it throb… oh, gods… "I'm not an expert on mortals' food, but I did my very best!" the immortal chuckled and G'raha heard a clang of something and almost died when Senri laughed and the way it had his muscles jerk against his back… oh, fuck… "And not to mention that Hades made the use of magic inside here impossible! Well, I do admit, it made it quite fun."
"That you would bother… Thank you, Hythlodaeus," his lover replied softly, maybe pretending he didn't realize that G'raha was awake… then shifted slightly and that scorching hand slid off his hip to shamelessly coil around his cock, tearing a breathless gasp from his throat. Tightening his arms around the pillow and curling around it slightly, staying still become torture as his flesh wept in the tight squeeze of his lover's grip while his Warrior's dick throbbed inside him tempting and spiking his need to unbearable heights. Biting his lips painfully to choke down an involuntary whine, he squirmed hopelessly and almost sobbed in painful arousal, tasting copper as his movement had the rock-hard flesh rub against the knot of nerves inside him and his nerve endings sizzled, his skin broke out in goosebumps and fur bristled. "It does look wonderful, " the hint of amusement in his mate's deep voice had him want to hiss at him, but he didn't dare open his mouth lest his needy sounds slip. "I'm sure Raha will also appreciate that when he wakes up," Senri had the sheer nerve to at that delicately squeeze his fingers around G'raha's cock and almost imperceptibly shift against his ass, pulling back an ilm to slide back in without a problem, sending a jolt of lightning along his spine as his dick rubbed against that spot again. Almost passing out at the sensation, he involuntarily clenched his muscles around the flesh, immensely glad for the hitch in his mate's breath. "Where are we b-by the way?"
"In my lover's abode below Tempest in the First," the immortal replied with a chuckle, and G'raha had to strain his ears to hear him over the deafeningly loud heartbeat between his ears. "I believe you were here already, weren't you, Warrior?"
…please, make him leave, please… He chanted in thought at the same time willing the torture to never stop, drowning in the intoxicating scent of his lover's arousal and almost painfully aware of the slightest twitch of the scorching heat inside him. His sensitive ears twitching delicately at each delicate hitch in his mate's breath accompanied every involuntary quiver of his muscles, and he almost shook with the need for friction – any friction – as his senses swam with a mix of lust and embarrassment at how incredibly, unbearably aroused he was. Yes, he definitely had a thing for this, he had to admit as his dick simply leaked pre-cum in his mate's tight grip. And Senri, being the good, good boy he was, rolled his hips slowly again, barely an ilm, spearing his insides in the most sinful, mind-blowing way… and gods, he couldn't breathe…! Panting through his nose and almost getting dizzy from it, he couldn't help but push back against the tiny movement, losing his mind at the heady mix of sensations.
"A-ah, not in this particular building, I believe," his mate cleared his throat slightly, shifting delicately to press into him deeper and his breath stuttered slightly when G'raha's muscles quivered again as he fought his body's furious need to simply roll his hips shamelessly and fuck himself against the scalding heat of his lover's cock.
"It used to be Ares's and Damon's home back in the day," Hythlodaeus said, apparently – and hopefully – unaware of his lover's mischief and G'raha's growing desperation. "This very room belonged to them, I believe, though obviously, I didn't visit it before. We used to love visiting them whenever Ares was between his travels, me and Themis, I mean. Even while I was, oh, so busy helplessly mooning over Hades, I admit now, they were always a grand company to be around."
"You doesn't seem… upset at them for locking you guys away," Senri replied with mind-blowing calm while imperceptibly, gently rolling his hips to drive him out of his mind, apparently!
"Oh, I definitely am," the immortal chortled, though, sounding amused. "When they're available, I will be sure to give them a piece of my mind about it – but I realize that taking my… frustrations out on you two would be hardly fair, wouldn't it?" he sighed a bit tiredly. "I am a bit disappointed that they wouldn't… trust us with their 'schemes', Warrior, and I believe Hades is of the same mind. He might be a bit rough around the edges, I admit, but he's incredibly… thankful to have them back. I still find it difficult to wrap my mind around – the sheer number of years that passed and the… differences between our world and this one – but the thought of how lonely he was to think of his… plan…" he sighed again, then cleared his throat. "Well, I won't be bothering you with the details, but wish you rest and recover… and do, please, let me know what you thought of the meal," he chuckled, steps followed and gradually grew quieter…
Not that G'raha had a space of mind to think about that, as immediately when he left, Senri rolled on top of him pinning him down with the pillow still stuck against his stomach, then pushed his thighs apart and bracing above him with a quiet snicker rolled his hips slowly, tearing a helpless mewl from his bruised lips.
"Enjoyed that, my heart?" his lover whispered, nuzzling against his neck insistently while G'raha awkwardly shifted his arm to push it behind his head and fist his fingers brutally in the ink-black strands. Blushing furiously while loud, inviting purrs slipped his lips in answer, he was rewarded with Senri snickering softly and then pulling the pillow lower against his abdomen to tilt his hips just right as he rutted into him slowly, hitting his insides in a way that had him whine desperately, shuddering and choking on mewls of his Warrior's name. Lacing the fingers of his free hand tightly with his mate's next to his head and squirming under his weight to take him deeper, G'raha shamelessly whined his unbearable arousal, gasping desperately when that had Senri groan against his neck. "You're so hot when you get so riled up, my prince," his Warrior cooed, his powerful muscles dancing against the redhead's back as he speed up his thrusts, tearing a string of breathless whimpers from his lips. "One day… R-Raha, I'll fuck you against the Aetheryte in the middle of Old Sharlayan… hmm? Would you like that, my mate?" he chuckled, pressing into him harder on each stroke and nipping on his neck affectionately. "Even if they don't know… wouldn't that be fun, my prince? To watch those idiots who thought to lay their hands on you while I take what's rightfully mine… Fuck you raw right in front of them…" and when he mewled mindlessly in unbearable arousal of the image that words created in his mind, desperately rutting back against his dick, Senri shifted, raising slightly to pound into him harder, now rocking his whole body with the inhumane strength of his thrusts. "…or you can fuck my mouth as you so like, R-Raha… watching them as you sing my name… Anything you want, my prince…"
"Yes, yes, yesss…" he mewled mindlessly, undulating under his lover's strokes and losing himself in the depths of depraved arousal those images his mate spun for him caused. "…g-gods… Snark… ngh…" he groaned deeply, feeling the pressure at the base of his spine grow unbearable, whining unconsciously as the need to come become a torturous, living thing under his skin. "…more, Snark… harder…" he moaned, tightening his hand in the ink-black strands painfully, ready to burst at the seams.
"Oh, Azeyma… love you like this," Senri gasped, then snarled softly and bit him – somehow, his fangs seemed longer than they should, not that he minded as the spike of pain had his senses reeling – and his claws dug into his skin at his hip when he arched against G'raha's back, pounding into him brutally. The sheer ferocity of his lover's inhumane strength and speed had him tumble over the edge with a choked scream of his name, chanting and mewling it desperately as Senri didn't even slow down, fucking him mercilessly from one orgasm right into another, growling into his skin. Soon whimpering in overstimulation as his dick throbbed under him, he merely mewled weakly when his Warrior pulled back from his bite, then purring insistently in a hoarse, raspy note, dragged him back to his knees. Freeing his hand and hair from G'raha's desperate grip, the smaller Seeker shivered and moaned, feeling tongues of fire follow a slow drag of a fucking claws down his back but before he had a space of mind to wonder about it, his mate clasped his hands around his hips and brutally bounced him back and forth against his scorching flesh. "So beautiful, Rrraha…"
That had him gasp weakly, then toss an uncertain glance over his shoulder and his jaw simply dropped at the sight of impossibly dilated pupils and a flash of fucking fangs! His eyes wide as saucers had to catch his beast's gaze because Senri flashed those impossible fangs in a slow, ferocious grin before utterly blowing his mind as he set to fuck him even harder, forcing a string of profanities and choked mewls out of his mouth. Forgetting about the anomaly under the onslaught, his Warrior had him peak two more times before he seemed satisfied enough to pin him down again and rut into him with near-deafening purrs and snarls as he finally relented and came, pumping him almost too full of his seed.
Utterly blown away and able to merely purr his pleasure, G'raha bathed in the blissed-out haze while his lover spread loving, affectionate kisses and bites over his neck and shoulders. As Senri's deep, loud purrs full of satisfaction vibrated on his heated skin and his bigger hand laced its fingers with his again – so carefully – he tilted his head slightly and narrowed his eyes in consideration at the sight of those claws. His eyes grew impossibly bigger when they gradually retreated, seemingly sliding back into his lover's fingers until they looked like a completely normal set of nails. Blinking in astonishment, he brushed his thumb over Senri's curiously and barely stopped himself from gushing at the marvel of it as his mate seemed, oh, so utterly busy nuzzling against his neck.
"You have…" he cleared his throat, surprised by how hoarse he sounded. "…fucking claws, Snark."
"Mhmm," his Warrior seemed unperturbed, nosing against his neck insistently and taking quick, deep breaths (sniffing him?) and only purred louder.
"And… fangs!" he gasped, straining to look at him over his shoulder.
"Does that bother you, Raha?" his mate chortled at his expanse but when nudged, rolled off him and obediently bared his teeth when G'raha poked his lower lip meaningfully. He scowled and tilted his head curiously at the sight of his completely normal teeth, to gasp with excitement when suddenly his fangs elongated again. "It makes speaking awkwarrrd," familiar, raspy note had his tail wave with enthusiasm even as he carefully brushed his thumb over the anomaly. Keepers of the Moon had fangs, not Seekers of the Sun – same as Seekers had vertical pupils while their nocturnal cousins' were round. Distracted by the study of it, he almost jumped when Senri chuckled at his expression, and his lips tilted into the goofiest grin possible – utterly, mind-blowingly adorable with those pearly, sharp additions. "Oh, Azeyma, but arrre you cute! Such currrious kitten, my Rrraha."
And ignoring his indignant hiss at the remark – grinning even wider at his furious blush – his Warrior pulled him on top of his chest and rained affectionate kisses all over his face.
"…how?" he finally managed, pulling back to brace against his lover's wide chest and throwing him a deadpan stare despite his flush as he delicately pulled back his upper lip from the sharpened tooth, blinking with astonishment when it retreated slowly. "Gods, it's fascinating… but how?"
"I'm not exactly sure," Senri chuckled sheepishly, coloring beautifully as he raised his hand to brush back his unbound red hair from G'raha's cheek, then he blew his mind again with a sweet, a bit shy smile. "Again… does that bother you, Raha?"
"Why would it?" he frowned, then shifted to sit astride his lover's waist and picked up his mate's hand, curiously dragging his fingers over his. "Unless… does it hurt?" he looked up into Warrior's beautiful face with worry, blinking with surprise at his enamored expression. "…Snark?"
Without a word, his lover tenderly put his hands around G'raha's face and pulled him down in a deep, delicious kiss – his taste tearing a helpless mewl of bliss from his throat. Bracing his hands around Senri's head, he gladly let himself drown in the push and pull of their kiss, purring loudly his approval. More than dazed by the time he pulled back for a deeper breath, he shifted above him slightly to slowly rut his instantly more than interested flesh against his lover's stomach.
"No… it doesn't hurt," Senri finally answered, smoothing his hands down his spine. "I thought it's only kind of… internal manifestation, but it seems a bit more… than that. Like Ares would say, I guess, my inner beast is showing," he smiled a bit sheepishly.
"Well… it's unbearably…" he leaned in and delicately nipped on his bruised lower lip. "…hot. Do it again," he demanded, then rolled his eyes slightly when Senri blinked slowly with surprise, resting his hands on his hips. "The fangs! I want to know how it feels to kiss you like that," he purred teasingly, then eagerly followed the seam of his lips with his tongue.
"Are you..." he managed before G'raha plunged his tongue in his mouth then purred insistently until his lover complied with a choked laugh and his fangs elongated again. Marveling at the difference, experimentally brushing the tip of his tongue against one, he stilled with interest when that had Senri mewl-purr in that raspy note and roll his hips under him slightly. When repeating that caused another deliciously raspy sound shoot down his throat, he pulled back with a devious smirk.
"…sensitive?" he guessed and almost crooned with delight at his Warrior's bashful look and dark blush. It wasn't easy anymore to tease his shameless lover until his pale skin colored prettily… but this new addition was definitely doing the job! If only for that, he already loved it!
"Mhmm," jet-black lashes fluttered slightly, shading the pale irises beautifully as his mate's blush went darker. "…morrre?"
Gods, help him, but that raspy note in his lover's deep voice was doing incredible things to his insides… When he was sure Senri just can't get any hotter… of course, he does…!
With a helpless whimper of arousal G'raha went back to it, kissing the seven hells out of his beautiful beast… and predictably – it wasn't long before he found himself again in its possessive embrace.
It's been a full week since the sudden disappearance of the Warrior and his lover before they heard anything about them – and while their friends spend that time completely freaking the fuck out – Alisaie, after short confirmation that yes, she knew Senri was 'possessed' settled to wait while almost moving into her best friend's bedroom to spend time and take care of their kitten. Constantly interrogated by one Scion after another, and reacting mostly with shrugs and short 'Ares is harmless,' by the day of their return she was almost utterly convinced of that.
Almost. Raha's… passenger was an unknown – and rude to boot! – and with him, she wasn't so… certain.
They were gathered at the dinner table and she sat with adorable Salina in her lap – the kitten quite well-behaved but maybe a bit… desolate since her owners 'abandonment' – when suddenly Emet-Selch appeared at the threshold of the room with his characteristic, dark scowl and his arms folded over his chest.
"Scions…" he said slowly, looking over them, then his too-bright golden glare cut when Thancred pushed his chair back and jumped to his feet, bracing his fists around his plate. "…I wouldn't move if I were you," he warned in an icy voice. And despite his obvious aggravation, Thancred froze, though glaring daggers back at the Ascian.
"Where are they?" asked Y'shtola in much the same tone, elegantly folding her hands in front of her on the table after pushing her plate back.
"Safe," Emet-Selch tossed her a considering once-over, then his frown deepened as he turned to her specifically – maybe seeing her as most reasonable by her calm. "But I'll return them only if I know there will be not any funny attempts to expel their… passengers. I see as much as a flash of a white auracite anywhere near them… your existence is forfeit, am I clear?"
"Crystal," Y'shtola nodded slowly, fearlessly holding a golden glare. "Alisaie mentioned…" a quick glance toward her and she nodded with encouragement, delicately petting the kitten in her lap. "…that if we even tried – Senri would die," her next look toward the Ascian was definitely suspicious.
"He most definitely would," Emet-Selch drawled with an obvious warning. "They are not possessed," he added coldly, looking over all of them. "They were born like this – mortal vessels for their immortal, original incarnations – thanks to my father's spell," at their stunned, confused looks, he sighed with resignation and rolled his too-bright eyes. "Your Warrior hosts my brother, Ares. His lover: my father, Damon. You can imagine, I hope despite your… mortality, I would not suffer harm coming to either of them."
"That… must be awkward," Alisaie snickered involuntarily, earning a golden, deadpan stare from the Ascian. "Oh, come on…" she rolled her eyes. "Father and brother...? While they can't seem to keep their hands off each other…?"
She could swear he colored at that almost visibly! And that had her almost choking on a laugh only out of consideration for the power she knew he commanded.
The violet-haired immortal that appeared at his side didn't have the same problem, openly bursting into a laugh.
"She does have a point, Hades…" he choked out after a moment when his lover growled and tossed him an indignant stare. "…introducing them like that, can rise some… issues," he snickered quietly then looked them over with bright, purple eyes brimming with amusement. "While Ares is his older brother, Damon was and is his husband – eternally bonded – but since they both raised Had… Emet-Selch, he sees him like a father he is in everything but blood. Hope it makes it less awkward…?" he chuckled, looking toward her.
"Obviously," she replied with a nod, deciding that despite him being an Ascian… she actually liked him – his smile was infectious. "So… what happened?" she asked carefully. "So far we know, Senri passed out, then Raha… well, Damon?... took him away. I don't think any of us… appreciate being kept in the dark," she scoffed, looking down at Salina to hide her worry.
"The Warrior almost died, not simply passed out," Emet-Selch said coldly, ignoring their gasps and surprised looks as he focused his gaze on Y'shtola again. "Years ago, after what you call… Dragonsong War, I think?... Your Champion suffered massive… damage to his psyche – to the point my brother was forced to remove a part of his soul that became twisted and corrupted. To keep him alive through that, Ares supplied the missing piece with his own soul, bonding them in an unprecedented way. But even without that, we believe that your Warrior would not survive the separation with him – or the other mortal… G'raha, with my father. Whatever you did to force the Warrior to teleport unattuned, almost tore them apart and killed him. He survived only because Ares almost drained his aether to keep him alive long enough for Damon to get them to me," his eyes flashed toward his companion with a warning and she thought that there was definitely something more to that, that they didn't plan to disclose.
"I don't understand," said Alphinaud slowly, with consideration, drawing their stares. "If what I heard of all of this is correct, G'raha… or rather his… ah, the passenger… could teleport to him without a problem. So why T'senri… didn't do that?"
"Apparently not 'scaring' you was worth the risk, despite my brother's warnings," Emet-Selch scoffed and Thancred went utterly still at that and his face paled like a sheet. "So, again, let me be painfully clear about something… As bound as they are, harm one, the other will follow. I've taken… precautions, but as I said: if I'll see any attempts to remove their passengers, I'll wipe you out of existence before you can blink. Any intended harm to any of their four souls I'll see as a personal insult and retaliation will be swift and merciless," he trailed off, raising his white eyebrows pointedly.
"Understood," her twin said with a polite bow of his head – ever the peacekeeper – as all of the present slowly nodded, even Thancred as he fell back to his seat with a loud exhale.
Emet-Selch looked over them with narrowed eyes as if judging their sincerity and almost flinched when his companion snickered and nudged his side. Hythlodaeus simply rolled his eyes at his deadpan stare and shrugged. The silent exchange had the white-haired Ascian scoff then sigh and almost… reluctantly raise his hand and snap his fingers.
"Finally!" Senri gasped as he appeared right in front of him and turned around to look at the Ascian with narrowed eyes. "What took you so long?" then he looked around and waved toward them with the stupidest, widest grin in existence. "Hey! Missed me?"
Even Raha at his side tossed him a deadpan stare at that, then rolled his crimson eyes and smiled at them sheepishly, stepping from one foot to the other.
"We're sorry for all the… commotion," he said quietly. "We were quite stuck… otherwise I would insist to let you know earlier that he's all right," he inclined his head with a slight blush, twitching nervously when his lover chuckled and spanned his arm around his shoulders.
"Meaning, Hades wouldn't let us go until Ares pestered him up to the point he was nearly ready to smack him into oblivion himself," Senri chortled at the Ascian's indignant huff. "Ah, funny times," he chuckled, then innocently fluttered his jet-black lashes with an almost… coy smirk. "So… we're good?"
There was definitely something … different about him. Almost as if the air itself seemed to sizzle with new energy… not to mention his typical grin was exchanged by one that looked much more… sincere? And judging by the surprised stares of their friends, she wasn't the only one that noticed that.
Sighing, Alisaie stood up, picking up Salina with her as the kitten seemed aggravated as soon as they appeared, meowing softly. She marched across the room and ignored Scions' looks as she stuffed the animal in Raha's waiting hands.
"She missed you," she scoffed, folding her arms over her chest. Sali wasn't the only one… but she refused to admit it out loud. Then she looked at Senri and when he gushed 'our baby!' she pulled her hand back and in a blink of an eye slapped him. His pale eyes shot wide open as his head snapped to the side and an utter silence fell over the room. "And you… you idiot!" she snapped, letting her arms fall to her sides and her hands curl into shaky fists. She didn't care that the Ascian behind him narrowed his golden eyes at her. "If you ever do something so stupid again, Senri, I'll… I'll…" her lower lip trembled and she saw a real panic make his eyes wide like saucers despite the quickly reddening imprint of her hand on his pale skin.
"We're sorry for worrying you, Alisaie," said Raha delicately, holding clearly blissed-out Sali securely against his chest. "And thank you for taking care of her when we were gone."
She scoffed indignantly, then because her eyes began to burn, she twirled around and left the dining room with a huff. And only in the privacy of her bedroom she left herself to exhale loudly with relief.