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Ascending Legends

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Arryn closed her eyes and sighed, glad that she hadn't woken Dayn. She kept her hand close to her chest and tucked her head under his chin. At least now Dayn wouldn't know.... Unless he could feel the cold coming off of her, but who knew how long that would last? Arryn finally fell asleep curled up against him, under a layer of blankets.
 
Dayn opened his eyes and jumped slightly. The bleariness had made the pile of blankets on top of Arryn, and himself by proximity, appear to be some kind of sludge beast. He shook his head and chuckled quietly at the humorous moment before turning his attention to his lover. He pulled her closer and nuzzled against her cheek, his hand rubbing along her thigh as they lay together. It felt good to have her beside him, to feel her warmth at his touch. Sometimes he longed for these quiet moments when she was asleep. There was no fear or pain in her face, no worry about her features. What he could make out was absolute comfort and trust. She knew she was safe beside him and in his arms, and that made him feel like a hero from the old tales.
 
Arryn slowly stirred, cuddling closer to Dayn for warmth and comfort. For the moment she completely forgot about her attempts with magic last night and anything concerning, since she was half asleep and focused on cuddling with Dayn. She quietly mumbled, "Dia duit mo chroi."
 
Dayn opened his eyes, having not realized until now that he had closed them again, and kissed Arryn's forehead. "Heeeeey.", he said in a lazy, drawn out tone. "How'd you sleep?"
 
Arryn thought back on it for a second. Do I tell him about the magic attempt...? Just the thought of it made her curl up defensively around her hand a bit, the ache too clear of a memory. She nuzzled against his neck a bit, trying to play it off. "Cozy."
 
Dayn noticed the slight fidgeting and sighed, but he didn't press. Instead he took Arryn's hand in his own and rubbed it as he gently warmed his own hands slightly. "Cozy is a good word. Cozy, comfy, I like they way they make me feel. Or well....I guess they express a particular feeling I find pleasantly....cozy?"
 
Arryn winced and pulled back slightly as he took her hand. All she could feel was pain and warmth. To Dayn, her hand was ice-cold. Being her first time ever trying her ice magic, and not having had too much mana or letting her body adjust to having mana for such a magic use, the cold and pain were concentrated there. While it wasn't that bad, it was enough for her to notice the pain. She couldn't feel the cold though, or that her body was a few degrees below average.
 
After a couple of moments Dayn wrapped Arryn in his arms and held her against him to help warm her up. "I'm ready for spring. I want you to see the red buds in bloom along the river back home."
 
Arryn stiffened for a moment before relaxing against Dayn, nestling her head into the crook of his neck. It was funny how... safe this felt. They were the same place they had been last night, and yet now, with him hugging her to his chest, it felt... safer. Maybe it was because she didn't feel so much like she was a risk or a threat. She closed her eyes and sighed, nearly melting as he held her close. "I would like that a lot...."
 
"The red buds are beautiful, but they bloom alongside these horrible pear trees that smell like rancid fish. Thankfully the populace of Riverbend has uprooted all of those pear trees, but for about a decade or so every spring the red buds and those pear trees would bloom, filling the area with a big beautiful stink."
 
Arryn chuckled at his word choice and nuzzled against him tenderly. "Well, I'd love to see the red blooms, as long as you're with me."
 
Dayn gasped and shivered as he tried to keep from shrugging Arryn away. His first reaction was to turn into the kiss, but that would deny Arryn access, so instead he turned away and exposed more of his neck to her as he sighed contently.
 
Arryn smiled mischeviously and slowly took advantage of the space he had exposed, working up to his jaw then going back down to his collarbone ever - so slowly.
 
Dayn closed his eyes as he felt his heart begin to race and his breathing quicken. There wasn't much he could do at the moment, Arryn had subdued him completely.
 
Noting this, Arryn smiled a bit to herself and continued kissing along his neck and moved her hand to lightly trace along the back of his neck as she moved to give him a slow, passionate kiss on the lips.
 
Dayn pressed into the kiss and matched Arryn completely, though he had melted into her arms by this point. It was all he could do to focus on the kiss and not drift off into a sea of bliss.
 
Arryn finally pulled and took a deep breath of cold air, not having expected Dayn to keep up with the kiss so well. She smiled, quite content with her work, and cuddled up to him again, nestling her head into the crook of his shoulder.
 
"Mhm. It was still amazing." Dayn's head came to rest against Arryn's shoulder. "I can't explain it very well. You've melted me is the best way I can think to describe it."
 
Dayn gave a quick kiss to Arryn's neck before getting comfortable against her again. Of course he knew he would be hungry sometime in the near future, but this was too good to pass up. Sure, he and Arryn spent a good portion of every day cuddling together, but in many ways that was how they grew closer to each other. It was intimate time alone, not just making love but being close to each other and letting the other know that they were there. That made all the difference in the world.
 
Arryn smiled and closed her eyes as she cuddled up to Dayn, taking his hand and holding it to her chest in her possessively playful way. She reached out and slowly ran her fingers over the scale design etched into his shoulder, her tough feather-light. As much as she wanted to cuddle with him absolutely care free, she worried about his scars. They were healing far faster than hers the first time, but she still worried. "How are your scars feeling today?"
 

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