A noise catches his ear, and the gold rises from his day dreaming to look toward the moonlit opening. He was still unsure of meeting anyone else, but it turned out he had no reason to fear such things. He knew Hotaru well enough. She steps into sight, alone, and as he had guessed, letting her mask and regal dress from the night slip from her figure. His earth eyes go from their sharp quick gaze to something softer and though a small whisper prompts him to speak, to call, he’s caught in this private moment. This hidden glimpse at her. It was selfish, and utter sin, but he couldn’t break the spell.

But when it does break…he’s not too unhappy. Her voice cracks and then laugher rolls out carefree, lifting the world placed weariness from her features. He had done that. The gold. And in response his own lips rise to a smile and a low rumble follows. “Ello love.” He moves forward to meet her as she chides him. Harks twist back but its playful, light. There’s no restriction, no placed limits, doors or walls, yet it is also simple, and honest in its expression. So much had happened in their last meetings. “Well sweeping you off your hooves was the idea….” Her nose touches his and he does not even flinch from the rare contact.

Her scent fills his lungs as she moves closer, stepping up to him, he leans towards her. In the cold of the night, her heat alone was alluring. The gold’s eyes close as he lets himself be pinned in. What did he care, he was right where he wanted to be, and had, for the moment, no intention of leaving. Her hot breath rolls over him as she nips at his spine. A shiver runs down it involuntarily as he head tucks into to grace the soft curves of her own rosen body. His eyes shut away, and his mind beginning to drift off. It was only when her voice sounds, thankfully a whisper (anything else would have shattered the little world they were in), that he raises his head in more alertness, and rests it upon her back, letting it drape over her smaller frame. “From afar…” It hesitates, whispers, suggests. She should know the real reason he came was never to engage in idle chit chat with the common folk.

Though one thought does tag his mind, pull at his thoughts. Though he didn’t prefer her as such…. “You seemed to enjoy it.” She was meant to be in that spotlight. The Laurelin could look the part, act it out quite well, but he was never meant to rule. (Don’t dare ask him to admit it though). His role was ever something more powerful, someone without the complete attention of the world. Someone who could slip through. Some might clearly disagree, but his short stint as a Lord had been a fair assessment. He could also in turn be wrong of the rosen lady, but the thought never crossed his mind.

To distract from the thoughts piling up quickly he tucks his head, pulling her closer. Getting back to why he was really here.

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