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| Author: | Disknight |
| Summary: | Celaven and Velrin spend the evening together in Dalaran in celebration of Love Is In The Air. They talk about what they have been up to recently as well as some future ambitions they have for themselves and one another. |
| Rating: | A for Adults Only 18+ |
The winter cold has not loosened its grip on Northrend in February, but the floating city of Dalaran is at least the most comfortable of available options. The evening is the most pleasant time of all, as the warm glow of the magical lanterns makes the city feel like a small sanctuary of safety in a dangerous world.
The kaldorei man waiting by the door of A Hero's Welcome, Celaven Evensong, seems not to mind any lingering chill in his silver-lined purple robes. His long, purple hair is loosely tied back, and he carries a small bouquet of mountain silversage in one hand. His silver eyes are distant, but there's a faint smile on his face as he waits patiently. His gaze catches on Windle Sparkshine, the lamplighter, as the gnome walks by to resume his usual post, and his smile deepens. Then his gaze shifts to look down the cobbled road. It's time now, and he does not expect her to be late.
Right on queue Velrin appears striding down the street. She’s dressed in several layers of warm, tight fitted clothing hidden under a thick, plush cloak. She looks a little more sullen than usual, but as soon as she spots Celaven she brightens up into the biggest smile. She picks up her pace and waves at him, holding a long wrapped package in her arms.
Celaven doesn't seem able to stand still and wait. He moves toward her, reaching out both arms to embrace her, while taking care not to crush the blossoms he holds in one hand.
"Vel, it's good to see you," he says, leaning forward to kiss her lightly.
Velrin throws her arms around his shoulders, “Ven! I love you.” She gets on her tippy toes to kiss him back.
Celaven smiles at her and steps back, proffering the bouquet. "Your favorite, love."
Velrin leans forward to smell them then beams up at him, “They’re lovely. You remembered them.” Velrin blushes and her ears wiggle.
"Of course," Celaven says, his expression shifting to something a little more tender. "For fond memory. I was thinking, today, we might spend a little time in safety… I've rented us an upstairs room with a view out of the city, and I… well, you'll see. I thought we could spend a little time together, catch up on what we've both been doing lately. And then… maybe I can help at the Argent camp, near where you work?"
Velrin darts her head up to peck another kiss on Ven’s nose, “Safety sounds good. I don’t get to see you often enough.” Her ears keep wiggling, “I like your plan. Although I have a few of my own too.” She giggles and leans forward into him.
Celaven chuckles and leans in close to her. In a low, self-assured voice, he says, "I might be willing to entertain enticing new plans. Shall we go?"
“Lead the way.” Velrin nuzzles on his chest, “Thank you so much for being here with me.”
"There's no place I'd rather be, in this moment," Celaven says, curling an arm around her and leading her into A Hero's Welcome. He moves through the common room and upstairs, where his ears rise faintly with nervousness as he pause before a door. Then he takes a breath and unlocks it, pushing the door open and ushering them inside.
The room is decorated with plant life, most of it native to Ashenvale. Vines curl along the walls, and other flowering or green-leafed plants thrive in pots around the edges. A pair of closed, transparent double-doors with flowering vines curling overhead shows a wide balcony, through which Crystalsong Forest is visible below. There's the usual bed at one side of the room, and a table set already with trays of food and two place settings and chairs. Most of it is kaldorei cuisine - spider croquettes, various kinds of fish, all sorts of things.
Celaven watches her face for her reaction.
Velrin is so touched that she finds herself unable to even gasp at the situation. Her ears droop down and her eyes get big and bright before they start to water, “Ven… it’s so beautiful.” She covers her mouth with one hand and holds tightly onto Ven with the other, “Is this… all for me?” She looks up at him, tears of joy pouring down her cheeks.
"Yes, Vel, all for you. I thought… it must be so barren where the squads are working now, and so far from home," Celaven draws her further into the room, letting the door fall shut behind them. "Today, I wanted… the opposite of that, for you."
Velrin almost drops the present in her hands but manages to catch it before it hits the floor, “Oh darling…” Velrin sniffles, “You’re too good to me…” She leans into him, “It’s perfect. Th-thank you. Thank you so much…”
Celaven draws her closer, resting his cheek against her hair, and says, "Can I ask what ideas you had in mind?"
Velrin shivers and get goosebumps all over her body, “W-w-well… w-we… we ought to enjoy our dinner first at least…” Velrin says incredibly flustered, “Then maybe… ummm…”
"If I take your meaning, I think our thoughts are in accord… for later," Celaven says. "But first, some time to unwind. And… you brought a gift?"
"O-ok…" Velrin says, her face no longer blue but completely purple, "O-oh, yes! I-I have a few, b-but I want to give you this first." She offers him the package in her hands.
Celaven takes it curiously, turning it slightly to see if it gives any hint as to what might be inside.
The package is long and slender and rattles slightly when shaken. "A-are you gonna open it?" Velrin's ears perk up slightly in anticipation.
Celaven grins. "Sometimes delay can be fun as well. But…yes." He begins to unwrap the gift.
Celaven tears away the paper to reveal a beautifully crafted bow, a string, and a dozen arrows with small pointed tips. Velrin gets a giddy look on her face while she watches him.
Celaven's eyes widen with delight as he turns the bow back and forth, looking at it from different angles. "For me? You.. you remembered. I won't be very good, I wasn't lying about that, but…"
Celaven holds the bow with one hand and draws it slightly, arrowless, the grin on his face more like a kid at Winter Veil for a moment rather than a 500 year old moon priest.
"I love it," he says finally, turning back to Velrin. "Thank you."
Velrin bounces in place, "Of course I remembered. You're my darling mate and it's my job to take care of you."
"And you do," Ven says, leaning over for another kiss. He stares at her for another long moment, with soft affection his gaze, before he moves to set the bow and arrows on a side table and moves toward their dinner. "And now I will take care of you. Let's eat, and you can catch me up on your latest heroics."
Velrin closes her eyes and eagerly accepts the kiss, “O-ok. But, umm… should I get into something more comfortable first?” She asks while taking off her cloak and soaking up all the attention Ven is giving her.
She starts producing a few different outfits from her bag: a short, sheer spider silk nightie, a beautiful long mooncloth gown, her old Sentinel armor, and a comfortable but fashionable looking top and shorts, “Or if you’d prefer I could wear nothing at all.” Velrin finishes with a wink.
Celaven reaches over to feel the spider silk between his fingers. "You look lovely in silk, especially the transparent kind, but…" he drops the silk and reaches toward the top and shorts. "I know you don't prefer skirts. Comfort and happiness look lovely on you, too."
Velrin shoots him an admonishing smirk, “What did I tell you about being selfish with me?” She giggles and moves over to a side table to set her things down and starts peeling off her several layers of clothing, “I think you’ve earned a little reward, don’t you agree? And besides, the most comforting thing I can wear is your hungry gaze.”
"That, you have," Celaven says, moving to sit at the table but not taking his eyes off her.
Velrin hums and finishes stripping down. She holds the dress in one hand and the nightie in the other. She giggles and moves the nightie in front of her, not that doing so leaves much to the imagination, “If you have a preference you can just say so. I want to look my best so I can be at least half as beautiful as you are.” Velrin’s ears wiggle, “That robe suits you so well.”
“It’s sweet that you’re giving so much care to letting me be comfortable, but this isn’t much of a skirt.” Velrin sets the dress down and pulls up the short front of the small garment that is slit far up the sides, completely revealing herself to him, “I wouldn’t wear this so often if I didn’t like it.”
"The nightgown would be perfect, then," Celaven says with a smile. "I might feel a little overdressed, but perhaps I can match you after dinner."
Velrin grins, sets the dress to the side and slides the nightie on, “I’ll probably put on a robe while we eat, but at least you’ll still have a nice view from the front.” She rummages through her things to find a big fluffy robe and puts it on as well, leaving it open to keep her chest exposed, “I look forward to seeing your casual outfit as well.” Velrin blushes and bites her lip.
Celaven's grin turns a little playful. "And then perhaps we can unwrap each other as presents. But… until then…" Celaven pours a glass of moonberry juice and holds it out to Velrin. "How have you been lately?"
Velrin blushes and flicks her ears at his comment. She takes her glass and moves over to the table with him, “I’ve been… good.” She lies.
Celaven's smile falters just a little bit - perhaps he's gotten better at noticing when Vel is dodging. "Did… something happen in Icecrown?"
“A little I guess… but it’s fine.” Velrin scoots one of the seats close up against the other and sits down.
"I know it must be… a difficult place to work," Celaven says tentatively. "It's been housing a powerful evil force for years. But I was serious about helping in the infirmary there."
"I-I know… A-and I hope you know how much it means to me that you want to be nearer to me, just…" Velrin sighs, "Can you please sit with me?"
"Of course," Celaven shifts his chair closer to hers. "Or perhaps you could sit on my lap?"
"I'd like that…" Velrin says almost timidly and then stands up to set herself down nestled in Ven's lap.
Celaven curls one arm around her lower back and holds her close, reaching with his other hand for a spider croquette.
"You would tell me, wouldn't you?" He says, looking up at her. "If things were going very badly. It wouldn't be like last time?"
Velrin leans back on his chest and rests her cheek against him, "I… I would, just… I want today to be a happy day for us. You've put in so much work to make me feel welcome and comfortable here and I don't want to ruin it."
Celaven considers that one quietly for a long moment, the nods against her cheek. "Being yourself, needing what you need, that will never ruin anything. But… we don't need to talk about Icecrown. What would you like to talk about?"
Velrin squirms for a bit, thinking. "I… well…" Velrin wrestles with the idea of sharing what's bothering her with Celaven, but can't quite manage it, "Do you… I don't want to ruin our evening after the fact either." Velrin mumbles, "Do you think I should say it now so that everything can be happy after that?"
"If the dread of saying a thing will weigh on you, then I would invite you to say it," Celaven says gently. "But you don't have to, Vel."
Velrin scrunches up, bringing her knees up to her chest. She remains quiet for a while before finally speaking up, “I don’t think my new squad likes me.”
Celaven gives her a comforting squeeze and considers his next words before he says, "They can't really know you very well, yet, can they? These things take time."
Velrin sighs, “I guess… But I lost my temper a little on our first mission and I got in trouble for it.”
"Ah…" Celaven says, reaching up to gently push back her hair. "But you're still on the squad, yes? I doubt it is the first time someone's been reprimanded in the squads. There's still time to mend first impressions."
Velrin sniffles, “Maybe… I just don’t want anyone to hate me. Being in Cobalt Company has been so good so far.” Velrin looks up at Ven and pouts, “There were only a few women in my old company that would even talk to me.”
"I doubt anyone hates you for losing your temper," Celaven says in a gentle voice. "Perhaps they were upset in the moment, or they might even feel a bit wary of you, but hate would be disproportionate, I think. And who a person is can be shown over time, if you choose to show them. Maybe as you get to know your team better, you'll see more of who they are as well, and that might soften your worries." Celaven looks down at her tenderly, and says, "Every new team is a new chance to know people, and to be known. The way things have happened before don't have to repeat."
Velrin looks into his eyes while he speaks and her nervous, pouting demeanor quickly melts into affection. She wraps her arms around Celaven’s neck and embraces him, “You’re right… I’m sorry, I just get scared sometimes.” She says shakily, “I want to have lots of friends. I always wanted friends when I was a girl, but we lived in the forest, far away from town and mama and papa didn’t take me there very often. I-I didn’t make my first real friend until I was 26.”
"I want you to have lots of friends, too," Celaven says, curling slightly into her. "I was not always surrounded by friends myself in youth. It might surprise you to hear that many people thought me rather odd. But we both have plenty of time to add to that list."
Velrin giggles and nips at his neck playfully, "I bet they did, but that doesn't matter because I love you." Velrin takes a deep breath and straightens herself out again, "I'm looking forward to making more friends with you together. But for now I think we should enjoy all this lovely food."
Celaven smiles, and turns back to the table. "Let's do. And now with no dread overhanging, only happiness."
"Mhmm!" Velrin wiggles in his lap and snaps up half of Ven's spider croquette in her mouth.
Celaven chuckles and pops the rest of it into his own mouth. Onces it's consumed, he looks back to Vel and says, "Anything else you'd like to talk about? I'm sure my life has been pretty uneventful for the past two weeks, compared to the push into Icecrown."
"Hmmmm…" Velrin thinks while she chews. She gets a giddy smile and wiggles some more as she swallows the food, "Well the push into Icecrown is much of what it sounds like. Lots of undead and lots of fighting, but I just recently was asked to represent the Watchers again while working with Cobalt Company."
"Oh?" Celaven asks, raising an eyebrow. "What are you meant to be Watching for, in Icecrown? Or is it just, to give reports back to Darnassus."
Velrin shakes her head, "It was just for the battle the recently took place in the Oculus. The Watchers have been working with the Kirin Tor in hunting down many of these dangerous Blue Dragons."
"Ah, it's good to hear they're in support," Celaven says with a smile. "And I heard it went well? A major blow against the father of magic."
"It did." Velrin nods and picks up a piece of fish, "I don't know… It's just got me thinking though… Helping the Watchers I mean."
"What about?" Celaven asks.
"I don't know…" Velrin nibbles on the fish, "It's just… It feels good to be serving our people again rather than just being a mercenary. You know?" Velrin tears off a strip of meat from the fish, letting it dangle from her mouth. She tilts her head up to offer it to Celaven.
Celaven leans over to bite a piece of the strip of meat, but his expression looks a little puzzled.
"I thought you were enjoying being a mercenary? And it is meaningful work - for our people and the others of Azeroth. It seems we are always right on the front, in the thick of things," Celaven says, reaching one hand to brush his beard in case of stray fish oil. "The Watchers have a particular focus, and the work they do can be valuable, but… so can our work with Cobalt. I suppose… I have never been anything more than 'just a mercenary' and I have never felt it as insufficient."
Velrin swallows the rest of the meat and adjusts a hand to rest on Celaven’s chest, “I-I am enjoying it. We do lots of important work, just…” Velrin purses her lips and rubs Ven’s chest to steady herself, “As a little girl I always wanted to be a Sentinel. I wanted to be something that mama would be proud of. A-and it’s not that she wouldn’t be proud of me now, just…” she trails off.
Celaven lets that rest in silence for a moment, as he looks down at the table in thought. Finally, he says, "I will never have my father's pride or approval. So… I know keenly the desire to feel that, as something that can never be confirmed. Or, in my case, something that is impossible to attain. Coming to terms with that is… still a process, but I can tell you how I have found peace, on the good days. I accept that my life is my own, that I only have one. I can imagine what other people might hope for me to do with it, but whatever decisions I make are for me alone. What I want myself to become. And I am who and what I have chosen to become. What do you want to be, for yourself?"
Velrin looks into his eyes and works her hand into the inside of his robe while he talks, scratching his chest gently to comfort him, “I’m not quite sure yet… I was in the Sentinels before but… I never felt like I belonged. My commander tried to make me feel welcome but…” Velrin looks down with shame, “I didn’t want to hear it at the time.” She takes a deep breath and continues, “But even so her sister keeps calling on me to help and… I don’t know, it just feels like it means something to me.”
Celaven nods quietly. "Then perhaps that is something to ponder, what it means to you exactly. But you are also called on by Cobalt Company, to be one of the forward squads. The ten of many who are leading the fight. That means something, too." Celaven frowns briefly, a thought occuring to him. "What would you do about Nylarria, if you joined the Watchers?"
“I know. Cobalt Company is important to me but I want to keep close to my heritage because that’s even more important to me.” Velrin takes her cup of juice and sips it, “I’m not quite sure what would happen with Nylarria. She never became one of the Illidari so I don’t see why I would have to fight her.” Velrin gets a distant look while she thinks, “Perhaps she could join me and we could hunt down the enemies of our people side by side.”
Celaven frowns in worry. "My understanding is that they were opposed to the Betrayer because of his part-demon nature, not simply in opposition to him as an individual. Though I understand it was not by her choice, Nylarria is by nature the kind of being that the Watcher organization is originally designed to kill or imprison. As much as you feel you belong, I would not count on that belonging extending to Nylarria."
"Then she doesn't need to join the Watchers with me. Maybe it's better that way. She can still join me in my hunt." Velrin says seriously.
Celaven still looks at her in concern, but he nods. "In any case, I will keep her secret. She would not be the first."
Velrin blinks and snaps out from being in her own head and looks over at Ven, "Are you alright, darling?" She says noting the concern in his eyes, "Does… that what I said bother you?"
"I'm fine… I just see potential for heartache ahead," Celaven says, reaching for another piece of fish. "If I worry for you it's because I care for you. And I had thought things were going better in recent months."
"Heartache? What do you mean?" Velrin looks at him worriedly.
"At the moment, the worry that they may do something drastic or irreversible to your shalan, should they learn of her existence," Celaven says, tilting his head toward Vel. "And a little, the worry that I will lose being with you like this, that you might find yourself on endless hunts at the edges of the world."
Velrin sets her cup down and grabs hold of Celaven's face, turning it to look her in the eyes, "Ven, you know that I'd never let something like that happen. Nylarria will find a way to survive just like she always has, and I would never leave you like that." She draws him closer to kiss him, "I-it's true that our connection is strong and… even now I feel a bit out of place with her so far away but…" Velrin gets a little bit of a nervous look in her eyes, "This is leading to something I've been meaning to ask you…"
Celaven kisses her gently and pulls back. "What? You can ask me anything."
"Well… like I've said before, I can feell Nylarria wherever I go." She slides her hands down his chest to grap tight onto the front of his robe, "I'm sorry if I've been more needy than usual lately because of it, but I… I just feel so alone now. It's like when I first lost my parents." Velrin tears up and shakes her head, "But Nylarria's never had anyone like that before, so I don't even think she knows how sad she is inside. She needs someone to show her that… there are people out there who will care for her. People who she can trust." Velrin looks up at Celaven with her sparkling silver eyes, "And I think you are that person. When you found me I was all alone and… you showed me how it feels to be loved." Velrin blushes, "I want to be with you forever. You're my family now, s-so I want you to be closer with me. I want you to be a part of everything there is to me, so… What I'm trying to say is that I want you to be closer with Nylarria. S-so that all three of us can be together forever."
Celaven watches Velrin's expression as she speaks, an intent look in his own eyes. "I do want that with you - forever, or however long we have on Azeroth. And I will treat Nylarria with kindness. But I am not sure I understand exactly what you mean by… 'be closer with.'"
Velrin curls up in his lap again and leans into his chest, "Wh-when you found us that day and took me back to Astranaar to bathe me… the look on your face when I started talking about the bond I felt for Nylarria, it… made me sad." Velrin does her best to keep eye contact with him while she speaks, "I-it looked like you felt worried that there was a part of me that you would never be able to share, a-and I don't ever want you to feel that way, so… I think that maybe…" Velrin struggles with the words from either embarrassment or worry, "I-if she shares my soul a-and I've bound my soul to you, then… if you can find it in your heart then… perhaps you can bind your soul to hers as well."
"My soul…" Celaven says, maintaining eye contact. "I can… try. I am trying to be kind, but I don't know her. And she might be… wary of people, for perfectly valid reasons. I can't promise we will be close, but I can promise to keep an open heart and mind."
"I'm sorry…" Velrin covers her face with her hands and looks away, "B-but I also, um, I want to try and get to know your family more too." She swallows, "I was thinking of maybe getting closer with Florande."
Celaven smiles. "She has a good heart, I bet she would like having a new friend. My full sister, also, Larawen, you might want to get to know better. I think you might find a kinship in her dedication to our people. I've heard she's been deeply involved in dealing with the orc incursions in Ashenvale, a problem that seems often overlooked. And… you might speak to her of art, if you have any interest."
Velrin takes another deep breath and relaxes, "I hope that we're all able to be close." Velrin does her best to put on a smile. "Can we keep eating now? I feel like that was a lot of serious conversation…" Velrin chews on her lip nervously, "I can keep feeding you if you'd like." Velrin bites a little strip off of the fish in Celaven's hand and offers it up to him in her mouth with a grin.
Celaven laughs. He snaps at the strip of fish, tearing off a piece with his sharp teeth. After swallowing, he says, "I think we've likely had our fill of serious. Shall we now shift towards the the frivolous? I think that can be worthwhile as well."
Velrin giggles at him, "Yes please."
"Then I will say I am looking forward to practicing archery," he says, leaning forward to kiss her on the forehead. "And to anything else we choose to do together."
Velrin blushes and wiggles her ears, "Mhmm!" Velrin picks up another croquette and puts it in her mouth, adjusting to sit face to face with Ven on his lap and offers half of it up to him.
Celaven bites off his half with a low chuckle. After he's eaten it, he adds, "And tomorrow I'll head down to the Argent Vanguard and see what help I can give in the infirmary. I'm really best suited to heal in battle, but I certainly can help in the infirmary. That way, I'll see you every time you come through camp."
Velrin eats her own piece and then lays against Ven’s chest, “Thank you. You’re always thinking of me. I’m lucky to be so loved.”
"As am I," Celaven says, resting his chin on her head and closing his eyes.
Velrin hums, "Are you still hungry?"
"Sometimes I am hungry for many things…" Celaven smiles, turning slightly towards the bed. "If you're satisfied with food, we might satisfy one another in other ways?"
Velrin answers by wrapping her arms and legs around Ven so he can carry her and sinking her fangs into his neck.
Celaven makes a faint sound at the bite, but curls his own arms around Vel and lifts her from the chair. He carries her over to the bed, leaning over to lay her gently down, his gaze ardent as her robe falls open around her.
"Now," he says, with a soft smile, "I think it's time for me to wear something more casual… or less than that…"
Time Passes
Celaven lies next to Velrin, his ordinarily carefully-styled hair falling over his shoulder in an untidy sheet as gazes at her face with a soft smile.
Velrin clings tightly to Ven’s arm, keeping his hand trapped between her thighs. She opens her eyes to look at him and smile sleepily, “It feels like every time is better than the last. Before long you’ll be sending me to Elune herself.” Velrin purrs and nibbles on his shoulder.
"Because we know one another better," Celaven says quietly. "Because we know how to fit together, and see each time how the other feels." Celaven sighs happily.
Velrin lets go of his arm and pushes herself up on her hands, placing one on either side of Celaven’s head. She hangs over him and smiles while admiring him in the afterglow and letting him do the same with her, “I’d say so too. I’m so lucky to have you as my first and only mate.”
"We're both lucky," Celaven says, gazing up at her in drowsy adoration. "Sometimes the universe is kind, in the end."
“It is.” Velrin leans down to kiss him slowly trailing down his neck and down to his chest where she finishes with a bite just hard enough to leave a mark over his heart, “But I… wanted to do something for you so that… you can remember how special you are to me wherever you go.” Velrin sits herself up next to him, “I know that you said it’s fine now, but the look in your eyes when you learned that Nylarria is my shalan made me so sad. And I… want to make sure that you know that I’ll be yours always.”
"Wherever I go, I'll carry you in my heart," Celaven says, pushing up on his elbow and looking up at her. "What do you mean?"
“Close your eyes.” Velrin asks, “And give me your hands.” She holds hers out for Ven.
Celaven looks at her with trust. Then he obediently closes his eyes, lifting one delicate, long-fingered hand and placing it in hers.
He can feel as Velrin takes his left hand and slides something onto his ring finger. When he opens his eyes he can see that it’s a ring made of electrum fashioned into the shape of a swan that wraps around his finger. Velrin blushes and smiles at him waiting to see his response.
Celaven holds up his hand, looking at the ring, and a radiant smile lights his face. "Now you have the necklace, and I have this. We will both remember, wherever we are, that we are loved."
“Mhmm!” Velrin scoots herself over behind Ven so she can rest his head in her lap, “I wanted to give you something that was really meaningful to me.” She pulls Celaven up to lie against her while she talks, “I my virginity to you. I know that doesn’t mean all that much to a lot of kaldorei but it does to me. I only want to share that part of me with people who are really special to me, people who I want to be part of my family, so… I was hoping that this might be a reminder that I want to be with you forever, as your swan.” Velrin slides her hand down to lift Ven’s up in front of him, “And do you see? It’s like a human wedding ring. It’s their custom to wear gold rings on their left hands to symbolize the bond between them and their mate. But this one is made from silver and gold to show our bond to Elune and to our own customs as well.”
"I see," Celaven says, turning his hand around to see the full swan ring. "If you'd like to use rings as a symbol, I should most certainly get one for you, too. One to match."
Velrin wraps her arms around him and squeezes, “I’d like that.” She rests her chin on top of his head and soaks up the moment for a while. “But, Ven? I, ummm, also wrote a little poem for you too if you’d like to hear it.”
"A poem? I would love to hear it," Celaven says. "I kept the one you sent in the letter."
“Ok!” Velrin says cheerily, “Just close your eyes and listen.” She takes a deep breath and begins:
Let me be your swan
My heart is your gift
So take me in your wing
To love forevermore
My heart is your gift
Building our nest together
To love forevermore
A maiden to you only
Building our nest together
My breast is your roost
A maiden to you only
The gods guide you to me
My breast is your roost
Come ‘twixt my legs and rest
The gods guide you to me
A blessing to us both
Come ‘twixt my legs and rest
‘Til planted seed bears fruit
A blessing to us both
As more and more are welcomed
‘Til planted seed bears fruit
None else shall ever touch me
As more and more are welcomed
Ever only with you there
None else shall ever touch me
Let me be your swan
Ever only with you there
So take me in your wing
Celaven closes his eyes and rests his head against her chest, rising gently with her breath and feeling the vibration of the words as clearly as he hears the poem. When its over, he rests against her for a while, letting the peaceful silence settle over them.
"My swan," he says finally, raising a hand to rest against her cheek.
Velrin presses her cheek into Ven’s hand as he touches her, breaking out into a giddy smile. Her ears wiggle uncontrollably, “How can this swan make you happy?” Velrin rubs her hands up and down his chest enticingly.
Celaven opens his eyes and looks up at her, smiling. "Help me build our nest together, wherever we may go."
Velrin falls back down in bed and runs her fingers through Celaven’s hair, “Your nest is waiting for you to come back home.”
"I will always come home to you," Celaven murmurs, leaning up to kiss her.
Velrin closes her eyes and kisses him back. She digs her fingernails lightly into his shoulders and drags them down his back while she wraps her legs around his waist, “Go on then. Come inside where it’s nice and warm for you.”
Wordlessly, Celaven grabs her waist and turns them both until she's lying beneath him. He does not need a second invitation.