[ Edelgard please, can we just focus on the growth for once and not go right back to beating the dead horse? It's called agreeing to disagree-- and they came to an understanding over the more pressing issue, anyway!
Fortunately, he's in too much of a good mood to let such a (stubborn) comment bother him, so he follows the opposite direction when she slides off the sink, his own glass of wine traded for his newly gifted dagger.
Her teasing, on the other hand, does make him a little (hot and) bothered. ]
That, we surely can.
[ In fact, didn't they "bless" her old kitchen immediately before their first official dinner date started? Didn't they wind up sharing their meal in bed, and later eating each other up in lieu of dessert? For a pair of heathens, they sure were dedicated to reverence.
As he sets out to start carving the first letter of his name, another idle (horny) thought comes to mind, and rolls off his loosened tongue. ]
Incidentally, we never did use the room in the manor that was specifically designed for thorough blessings. It is a bit of a shame.
[ Thorough blessings, he says, and she has to stifle a laugh but she can't quite keep her smile from broadening. ]
The room with the stash of toys and accessories?
[ One might have thought their agreement would have taken them directly there. Would things have gone differently if they had started having sex in a room that was meant for it, and arguably less personal? She can't imagine. ]
A missed opportunity but not the only opportunity. Was there anything in the room that you had hoped to try?
[ Something he had hoped to try... hmm. That question actually gives him pause, and he withdraws his blade from the wooden surface right at the last leg of the "M" in his name. ]
To be frank, I'm not sure I understand what most of that equipment was meant for. [ This much is easy enough to admit; she must remember he had to read up on most of the acts included in his card before they first negotiated their terms, and he hasn't gone out of his way to learn more about kinks ever since. ] It may be that the dungeon environment influenced my perception of them, but I do reckon many which seemed like a type of torture device. At least the chains looked more durable...
[ Not so durable that he couldn't break free from them, but enough that it could help with the illusion of restraint. And yes, he understands that being bound must have enough appeal that it gets to be its own square, but without an influence or the position to offer real risk to Edelgard, he doesn't think he would mind relinquishing control to her on his own accord, no physical reminders needed.
Incidentally, that calls another memory forth: ]
It is true that was not the only opportunity, however. And if that room was meant to encourage the thrill of danger, I'd wager we have not needed any incentive before.
[ Is he guilty of drawing attention to (and maybe showing off with) his newly gifted dagger, flipping it over and catching it right by the handle before resuming his carving work? Yes. But he is also making a point here-- and he doesn't think Edelgard would forget about the time she used her own blade to cut a path to what she wanted to see in his trousers. ]
[ Well, she doesn't think him wrong when he says some of the equipment seemed like torture devices. Her own research at the library introduced her to a few things that still make her mouth want to twist in distaste. Sometimes it's difficult to be open-minded, especially when something makes unpleasant memories from the past surface.
There was something more... severe about the setting, though. And while that part doesn't particularly excite her there were a few accessories that were more intriguing.
His casual flip of the dagger makes her eyebrows rise and she huffs out a small breath of laughter. ]
No, we have not needed much incentive.
[ Of course she assumes he means the time she used the dagger to so helpfully free him from his clothes but he has also bitten her out of underwear as though it was nothing more than the inconvenient rind of a fruit. And what of their trolley ride? An aphrodisiac had been involved but not once did she protest that they should wait when his hand found its way beneath her skirt.
Still smiling over her wine, she watches him carve. ]
Are you suggesting that you would enjoy more dagger use?
[ There is an odd kind of romance in the idea of them both using their gifted daggers, as though it's some private ceremony only the two of them could understand. ]
[ There's a pause, and a hum that is most certainly just for show. His answer is nothing to consider -- he's already made it clear -- but he could elaborate on his reasoning, let Edelgard find that they follow the same line of thought. ]
I would say daggers are fairly meaningful to us, are they not? [ His own blade rasps against the wood, just an idle scratch as he takes a break and turns to face her. ] And though perhaps not in the traditional way, we have exchanged a pair that should see more use.
[ Fortunately, the wine hasn't loosened his tongue enough that he spills the entirety of the truth concerning the traditional way in which daggers are exchanged as her Faerghan rituals, all the less so as he learned from Sylvain on this very island. If he keeps talking, perhaps she won't notice and ask. ]
Besides, there is even greater significance to them. When we first discussed the terms of our old arrangement, we agreed that we would keep any weapons locked away as a show of good faith between unlikely allies. But now...
[ He casts a side glance at the work they have been chipping away at, and his smile stretches up to his eyes. Half-finished a job as it is, already it is a reminder of how long they have come since those days of uneasy cooperation; of how much they have grown together. ]
To bring them into the bedroom with us, and use them at our most vulnerable... It signals so much more than the trust we have built over the past moons.
[ It signals the love they have for each other, unabashed and uncontested. ]
[ Her smile refuses to be dismissed. Is trust a kink in and of itself? If so, she thinks they may both be weak for it. ]
You initially balked at the idea of me arriving a weapon. [ She recalls that so well because she had to point out that their shared level of uneasy trust at the time meant that he could not expect her to walk into his lair unarmed. ] And then you proposed that I keep mine with yours.
It was a reasonable idea. [ Her glass rises to her lips but her smile is still very visible over the rim. ] If you squint it almost seems romantic.
[ Colored by a point of view she only has now, perhaps, but allow her playfulness when she finds it. How much their relationship has evolved is worth marveling over, in her opinion. After a quick sip of her wine, she goes on: ]
I promise that I will not let your dagger stay idle.
[ Nor will she let her own idle. The truth is that she can already think of several of his shirts and at least one pair of trousers she would be all too happy to slice open
...Of course now she has to entertain the thought of his trousers strategically cut open for the sole purpose of...
This is really a thought she should tuck away for later. Ignore the new flare of heat in her cheeks as she takes another drink! ]
[ Oh, he balked at a lot more over the course of that meal than just the thought of her coming to his home with a weapon in tow; to this day, he still doesn't think it was very fair of her to expect him to be bound and beg when these were both squares on her card, least of all when they were still enemies beyond the scope of their arrangement. He understands her motives now, and their relationship has evolved enough that he would no longer mind it, but back then? What was she thinking?
But, he is far more interested in what she's thinking right now, and one comment in particular another pause from him, amusement tugging at the arch of a brow and the corner of his lips. ]
Romantic, eh? Sometimes you sound surprisingly Faerghan, my beloved.
[ And it pleases him, so much more than that small laugh can convey. No wonder they're so compatible! ]
As long as we are talking weapons-- [ And while his task has been temporarily set aside in favor of a more thrilling topic, he may as well take a sip of his wine, tongue wetting his lips in a not-at-all suggestive fashion. ] How else do you suggest I use this dagger, hmm?
[ He has a few ideas of his own and all, but far be it from him to give her cause to call him inflexible. ]
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Fortunately, he's in too much of a good mood to let such a (stubborn) comment bother him, so he follows the opposite direction when she slides off the sink, his own glass of wine traded for his newly gifted dagger.
Her teasing, on the other hand, does make him a little (hot and) bothered. ]
That, we surely can.
[ In fact, didn't they "bless" her old kitchen immediately before their first official dinner date started? Didn't they wind up sharing their meal in bed, and later eating each other up in lieu of dessert? For a pair of heathens, they sure were dedicated to reverence.
As he sets out to start carving the first letter of his name, another idle (horny) thought comes to mind, and rolls off his loosened tongue. ]
Incidentally, we never did use the room in the manor that was specifically designed for thorough blessings. It is a bit of a shame.
[ No, he doesn't mean the bedrooms. ]
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The room with the stash of toys and accessories?
[ One might have thought their agreement would have taken them directly there. Would things have gone differently if they had started having sex in a room that was meant for it, and arguably less personal? She can't imagine. ]
A missed opportunity but not the only opportunity. Was there anything in the room that you had hoped to try?
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To be frank, I'm not sure I understand what most of that equipment was meant for. [ This much is easy enough to admit; she must remember he had to read up on most of the acts included in his card before they first negotiated their terms, and he hasn't gone out of his way to learn more about kinks ever since. ] It may be that the dungeon environment influenced my perception of them, but I do reckon many which seemed like a type of torture device. At least the chains looked more durable...
[ Not so durable that he couldn't break free from them, but enough that it could help with the illusion of restraint. And yes, he understands that being bound must have enough appeal that it gets to be its own square, but without an influence or the position to offer real risk to Edelgard, he doesn't think he would mind relinquishing control to her on his own accord, no physical reminders needed.
Incidentally, that calls another memory forth: ]
It is true that was not the only opportunity, however. And if that room was meant to encourage the thrill of danger, I'd wager we have not needed any incentive before.
[ Is he guilty of drawing attention to (and maybe showing off with) his newly gifted dagger, flipping it over and catching it right by the handle before resuming his carving work? Yes. But he is also making a point here-- and he doesn't think Edelgard would forget about the time she used her own blade to cut a path to what she wanted to see in his trousers. ]
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There was something more... severe about the setting, though. And while that part doesn't particularly excite her there were a few accessories that were more intriguing.
His casual flip of the dagger makes her eyebrows rise and she huffs out a small breath of laughter. ]
No, we have not needed much incentive.
[ Of course she assumes he means the time she used the dagger to so helpfully free him from his clothes but he has also bitten her out of underwear as though it was nothing more than the inconvenient rind of a fruit. And what of their trolley ride? An aphrodisiac had been involved but not once did she protest that they should wait when his hand found its way beneath her skirt.
Still smiling over her wine, she watches him carve. ]
Are you suggesting that you would enjoy more dagger use?
[ There is an odd kind of romance in the idea of them both using their gifted daggers, as though it's some private ceremony only the two of them could understand. ]
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I would say daggers are fairly meaningful to us, are they not? [ His own blade rasps against the wood, just an idle scratch as he takes a break and turns to face her. ] And though perhaps not in the traditional way, we have exchanged a pair that should see more use.
[ Fortunately, the wine hasn't loosened his tongue enough that he spills the entirety of the truth concerning the traditional way in which daggers are exchanged as her Faerghan rituals, all the less so as he learned from Sylvain on this very island. If he keeps talking, perhaps she won't notice and ask. ]
Besides, there is even greater significance to them. When we first discussed the terms of our old arrangement, we agreed that we would keep any weapons locked away as a show of good faith between unlikely allies. But now...
[ He casts a side glance at the work they have been chipping away at, and his smile stretches up to his eyes. Half-finished a job as it is, already it is a reminder of how long they have come since those days of uneasy cooperation; of how much they have grown together. ]
To bring them into the bedroom with us, and use them at our most vulnerable... It signals so much more than the trust we have built over the past moons.
[ It signals the love they have for each other, unabashed and uncontested. ]
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You initially balked at the idea of me arriving a weapon. [ She recalls that so well because she had to point out that their shared level of uneasy trust at the time meant that he could not expect her to walk into his lair unarmed. ] And then you proposed that I keep mine with yours.
It was a reasonable idea. [ Her glass rises to her lips but her smile is still very visible over the rim. ] If you squint it almost seems romantic.
[ Colored by a point of view she only has now, perhaps, but allow her playfulness when she finds it. How much their relationship has evolved is worth marveling over, in her opinion. After a quick sip of her wine, she goes on: ]
I promise that I will not let your dagger stay idle.
[ Nor will she let her own idle. The truth is that she can already think of several of his shirts and at least one pair of trousers she would be all too happy to slice open
...Of course now she has to entertain the thought of his trousers strategically cut open for the sole purpose of...
This is really a thought she should tuck away for later. Ignore the new flare of heat in her cheeks as she takes another drink! ]
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But, he is far more interested in what she's thinking right now, and one comment in particular another pause from him, amusement tugging at the arch of a brow and the corner of his lips. ]
Romantic, eh? Sometimes you sound surprisingly Faerghan, my beloved.
[ And it pleases him, so much more than that small laugh can convey. No wonder they're so compatible! ]
As long as we are talking weapons-- [ And while his task has been temporarily set aside in favor of a more thrilling topic, he may as well take a sip of his wine, tongue wetting his lips in a not-at-all suggestive fashion. ] How else do you suggest I use this dagger, hmm?
[ He has a few ideas of his own and all, but far be it from him to give her cause to call him inflexible. ]