Sweet Nothing

There was, in his mind, something so simply sublime about Chrysanthe. She was elegant where most lacked, she was not the most pretty thing he had ever seen, no, and why? Because, she was simply the most gorgeous. chrysanthe. Chrysanthe. Her name was like a fiery mantra in his head, a burning passion that only he knew how to come to her with. There was something ethereal with the Queen, something he could not let go of, and something that stemmed just a bit deeper than his typical need to use a body. No, where there was lust for their bodies to be as one, where he so longed to take her again and again, there was a passion that was far more intellectual, something that he had to admit, made him enjoy her for her mind as well.

Gideon was doing a very bad thing. He was encouraging the young woman to wait for him. To fall into his grasps and what he did not realize was that each time he did it she actually listened to his words, she actually held some meaning to them. O how selfish he was. it was a terrible thing and yet he knew very well that he was incapable of stopping the path he had began his descension on. His eyes would dance across her figure and he wondered what she wanted him to do, and without really thinking he would stand before her, ready to glide towards her and then it seemed the words, the truth, he had spoken to her was not enough. It seemed as though what he had done was push her away a bit, and yet, in her congratulations she seemed so lathered with sincerity. Did she truly wish him well in his betrothal? His marriage...he didn?t...really know. ?I don?t want to be thanked if it upsets you, firefly,? He cooed unto her in the same fashion he had the first time he had ravenously seduced her.
What exactly had he done?

?I-I didn?t realize my betrothal would bother you...I am not monogamous...but I don?t know what she feels really...probably just duty to be the wife she is required to be...I-I don?t feel the same pull to her I feel to you though...? Was he being honest? Yes. More importantly; Was he being serious? For once in his life, yes, he was, he was pouring out his thoughts to the little bird before him. He couldn?t say he loved her...but he could say she made him feel a bit different than anyone else had...why?


What was he doing that hurt her so? He had to try, try to smooth the pain in her chest, and he would, his large body would drift towards her, his rough muzzle aiming for the bridge of her nose. A kiss for her and her alone. O sweet, Chrysanthe, how it pains me to know I?ve failed your heart. What had he done? He needed to know. Seracian females would have accepted the terms and gone with it regardless...was she so...different?
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