All By Yourself

Seeing her alphess and her lover so emotionally broken and beat down like this broke Irilyth's heart. Manea was the strongest wolf and woman she knew, and to see her laid low by her husband's wayward ways upset her on the violet queen's behalf. The sardonic laugh Manea uttered when asked if she was all right felt like a punch to the gut. No, of course she wasn't all right; anyone with eyes could have seen that. But Irilyth didn't know what else to say, what else to do. She was powerless in this matter between the Matriarch and the Commander. She was no marriage counselor or therapist; all she knew were her potions and drugs. She supposed she could have doped Manea up with enough sedatives to help her relax and sleep, but that only soothed the symptoms and didn't solve the problem. Fortunately, Manea seemed to be self-treating herself when she felt the larger dire fae shift to bury her face into the tiny golden woman's neck. Iri gasped from the suddenness of the intimacy, but easily fell back into comforting her lover with gentle strokes of dainty paws over the other woman's head and neck.

"Don't be sorry, my love... I want to help you," spoke Irilyth in hushed, whispered tones right against the edge of Manea's closest ear. She carefully nuzzled Manea's forehead while the violet fae nuzzled the side of her neck, giving her all the tender affections and embraces she needed to feel loved. Iri was careful to avoid the sharp ridges of Manea's crests while she cared for and soothed her alphess lover, the tiny blonde fae feeling so especially small next to her, yet doing her best to make Manea feel surrounded by love, if not physically then metaphorically. Iri murred softly while Manea's paws rubbed up and down her back and her slender sides, leaving little tingles in their wake while she gave herself over to Manea and allowed the alpha to do as she wished with her. Whatever Manea needed from her tonight, Irilyth would gladly give. "Do you want to talk, Mistr- Manea...? It doesn't have to be about what's going on, it could be whatever you'd like..." Irilyth lifted her lips to press a few gentle kisses across Manea's brow, following the white of her marking with gentle lips. "Or we could just like here until you fall asleep..."

"Manea" & "Irilyth"