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It's The Simple Things [Syre - Valentine's Day Event]
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Post by Cion on Feb 19, 2022 14:48:37 GMT
Within the sea of eventualities, it is often difficult for most to see the other end - be it the shrouded abyss when diving down, or the glistening surface when ascending. Both paths had their causes and intended purposes, though not rarely did the currents of destiny alter the route to the destination people reached out for. Sometimes even, perspectives were changed, altering the aspiration in unexpected ways. These changes could be a sudden epiphany, or a slow internalization of insight. They had a chance to originate from inside, or out of one's control. It was simply how life was. And ultimately, every individual was left with a single choice to make. To find contentment in their circumstances, or defy them. As with many things, there was no right or wrong with either decision, just cause and effect. Plenty of roads were selfish, but led to commonweal, while other altruistic ones were a source of suffering. Small elements had the potential to give rise to greatness, and grand ambitions seldom let to something different than remnants. This nature of everything encompassed this realm fully, but more so its inhabitants. And there was one soul who was acquainted with its entirety, who had learned to grasp what she wanted. As the hazy dusk of late winter coated each expanse and crevice in a soothing, amber radiance, another of uncountable days had elapsed. Eventful for many, decisive for a few, and inconsequential for most. In a sense, all three outcomes applied to her. On numerous occasions, she and her dearly beloved had contemplated to spend a personal holiday doing nothing. So what stopped them? Uncertainty, or perhaps zest for action? They had so much time, so what reason was there to pressure themselves? It was merely a singular moment of serene placidity. Darkened thoughts and strenuous trials were cast away, yielding to their togetherness. Gentle paws embraced the onyx feline from behind, providing a feeling of safety as she nestled up against her back. Innumerable times had her darling provided steadfast hold - she wished to finally reciprocate the same. Soft caresses along the felidae's side were meant to reassure her of this volition, as silken furs entangled ever so comfortably? And as they lay there on their sides, electronic devices and morsels facilitating their bliss, the silver fennec's aureate eyes briefly skimmed the well-nigh royal aesthetics of their shared home. "2 years..." |
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Feb 20, 2022 18:30:20 GMT
If anything, Syre and Cion had earned a lazy day like today.
The fennec would be well aware of her beloved feline's day-to-day life at this point. Long patrols, missions of varying difficulty, and regular training exercises kept her away from this apartment for long hours. And when she did return in the late evening, it often came with fatigue, the smell of gunpowder, and fur in desperate need of both a wash and a brush. For Syre, of course, this was without complaint: she was a fighter, through and through, and to keep her away from the job that she loved was not what she would want.
And yet - as with many other people - the heart yearned for more than was possible. This day, today, showed the the other half of the feline's desires: to be embraced by her true love, in pure, warm contentedness, and let the world itself pass them by. As gentle slow fell upon their windowsill, blown away in the gentle breeze of the city, both Syre and Cion kept their idle attention forward on a glowing TV screen, the echo of blocks hard-dropped and the soft clicking of the controller in Syre's claws the only sound in the room.
Simple pleasures, simple relaxation. There didn't need to be anything grandiose or planned between them - the two were comfortable with each-other, able to be held so closely without it being either 'awkward' or 'an occasion'. No...
... This was simply them.
And as Cion spoke up, idly mentioning their second anniversary, Syre gave a soft smile, and paused the game. Indeed, 2 years: her tail gave a flick, feeling the weight of that platinum band set upon it. She'd lean back a bit, to look her love eye-to-eye, and gently wrap a paw around Cion's shoulder. That soft, warm look - with how long they'd been together, Cion wouldn't even need to question the intent of those amber eyes.
She leaned in, and kissed. Not a peck, but a short, passionate one - similar to those that she'd give before stepping through her portal to go on patrol, or after returning from a tougher job.
"Two years, and I'm still getting used to you being the bigger spoon." Breaking that kiss, she gave a soft tease, before turning back to the screen - nuzzling up to Cion's chin and neck. "And two years and a day ago, I probably didn't think I'd ever be married or find the 'one'."
She chuckled, her hands returning to that controller, continuing to enjoy their soft evening. "You spoil me, hun."
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Post by Cion on Feb 20, 2022 20:23:55 GMT
Of course she understood the ardent zeal that swayed her dearly beloved towards noble goodwill, and naturally she had no intention of leaving her bereft of her content soul. Was it juvenescent enthusiasm or innermost radiance, the paths of her life were alone Syre's to determine. She did not share these notions, nor was she fully sure what she sought her own destiny to be, but that was of no concern today. Cion was simply elated to be permitted to companion her for as long as possible, tending to any wish, need and affliction. In return, she had found safety, certainty and contentment in the guiding hands that held hers so firmly.
And a single act of affection was all she desired to be certain of this truth. A kiss, brief and soft, almost inconspicuous in the grand scheme of their bond, though to her every tiny link mattered more than most comprehended. So gentle was their delightful deed that she did not even lean into it. Instead, her aureate eyes focused entirely on the amber ones that pervaded her spirit, enshrouding it in a veil of comfort. This moment of silence, fleeting and unassuming, was nothing short of pure bliss.
And as it ceased, the silver fennec could not help herself but smile as the onyx felidae turned away from her muzzle. Her statement was a kittenish jest, but she knew that there was verity in her words. Age had not made her unyielding, and neither were her decisions beaming with unquestionable wisdom. She carried herself with grace, but there was panache fueling her thoughts and actions that sometimes flared up uncontrollably, or was smothering the fires of her heart. But that was life, with its joys and pangs, and she as a person was a part of it.
As was she of their embrace, and the will to hold her spouse.
"Me neither." She well-nigh whispered, her dulcet voice radiating with dreamy serenity. Although fundamentally dissenting in uncountable aspects, these differences and their similarities nonetheless managed to interlink and forge a greater whole. It was easy to think of a thousand ways of how things might be different if another choice was taken. What was the likelihood of their meeting and eventual togetherness? Was it a unique coincidence, or perhaps an inevitable outcome of their past?
No... it did not matter, and there was no point in contemplating this anyway. One way or the other, they were all there was.
"Do I?" She responded kindly, a faint yet proud grin forming itself on the tip of her snout. In a sense, that was what the vulpine lady had wanted out of their day. Besides, if she was not spoiling her darling, then they would have to lessen the time that their pleasant touches enmeshed. Self-evidently, that was unacceptable. Thus, having counted the hours and minutes, a finger of hers flicked faintly. Hoping to appease any emerging want, a singular piece of their aromatic sushi pieces floated slowly from its plate, briefly lingering underneath Syre's keen snub nose for her to pick up the delectable scent before it descended in front of her mellow lips.
"Maybe a little."
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Feb 22, 2022 20:42:27 GMT
Things didn't need to be fancy today: sometimes love was just enjoying your partner's embrace while playing a video game. No festival, no fancy date, no particular plans - these two could simply find enjoyment in each-other. In response to Cion's words, Syre would once more set herself comfortably in the fox's grip, and keep her attention forward.
And indeed, Cion spoiled her. Seeing that pink piece of salmon creep in from the edge of her vision, the BlackGatomon gave a grin, and tenderly sniffed at the faint aroma of the fish. And a moment later, with a gracious-yet-strong snap of her fangs, she'd take the delicious morsel with one bite, tensing slightly at the delectable taste. Oh, if only the feline had her own telekinesis to tease that poor fox.
That playful thought aside, this calm embrace would go on for another few minutes. Impressively so, in a way, as Syre would give a 'tsk', that screen exploding in a flash of color and praise as the game ended at an impressive 472 lines. "Nothing but squares. Nothing but squares... oh, I'll get 500 eventually..." With a slight growl, the feline put the controller down - and put a smile back on her face, as she leaned back against the fennec.
"Mm... as much as I want to start another game, I almost feel like I'd be ignoring the fox behind me." Her hands slipped up, gently stroking at the arms that enveloped her. "Would be a shame to be the only one pampered on our anniversary."
She smiled, and leaned in to give Cion a kiss at her neck. "The one who keeps this place wonderful, makes sure that my sore back gets a fresh heat pack, and set aside so much for me? Surely I can return the favor."
Her voice narrowed to a whisper, a small lick passing over the fox's cheek.
"And give you my full, undivided attention."
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Post by Cion on Feb 28, 2022 20:48:49 GMT
Having successfully regaled the proud predator, Cion would have been happy to simply lean back and watch her enjoy the colorful game on display. After all, few things brought her greater joy than to support her dearly beloved, even with bits and bobs. And for a brief while, exactly this appeared to be the tenor of their brumal eve. If it had ended as such, then no complaint would have been voiced. However, before long it became apparent that this was not how events were meant to transpire. No... there was something else lingering that finally unveiled itself.
Gentle caresses were exchanged as Syre turned her full attention to the silver fennec, who was of course most delighted by that endearing change of pace. "An acceptable shame, though." She responded with a rapt giggle, evidently fully satisfied with pampering her petite sweetheart. Although truth be told, it felt wonderful to have the affection reciprocated. Fortunately, that was hardly an issue in their amiable bond, given the frequency with which they indulged the other in their desires. A simple kiss was proof to this, but sometimes there unquestionably was quite a lot more.
"Return the favor, mhm?" The unassuming fox playfully impugned the intentions of the comely felidae. Smirking with impish innocence, her poise prevailed but for a single second until she savored the caring touch which dwelt on her cheek. Surprised marked her mien, albeit pleasnat one. As an enticing proposition was whispered into her vast ears, she felt her hands move gently, a finger twirling as the shutters of their home's windows quietly descended, leaving but a couple of cracks that coated their room in amber radiance. Yet its belle paled in comparison to the beauty of the onyx feline's enchanting eyes.
Leaning backwards as to relish the magnitude of the offer, and the individual who vocalized it, Cion... chose to do nothing. It was but natural that, to a hunter, that its prey was either unknowing or acting with caution. In a sense, she was allowing her gaze to trail off innocently. What could she possibly know of the undivided focus upon her, and the impetus behind it? The weak were helpless in the face of the strong. And the alluring strength of the cat of prey was... irresistible.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Mar 2, 2022 0:08:40 GMT
An 'acceptable shame'?
Au contraire! The BlackGatomon clearly did not agree, the grin on the feline's lips accenting the fox's chuckle. Her claws curled gently around Cion's arms, the feline leaning against the fox, a purr starting to rumble through her back. With Syre's forward nature, it didn't take long for the tone of the room to change.
The lights dimmed, shutters drawn narrow by Cion's subtle tap of the remote. Similarly, the TV turned off, Syre tapping the controller to turn off the console - and with that, the two were left free of distraction, Syre able to put every bit of her focus on that lovely fox. Syre felt that grip around her loosening, and the fox's breathing against her back.
A passing kiss, a leading lick. That was all it took for Cion to 'let go' of the reins, to do nothing in response to the ministrations of her beloved - and Syre was not one to leave those reins unattended. The 'hunter' turned around, not giving her 'prey' an inch of space. Greedy paws were set against Cion's shoulders, guiding her to lie back against the cushion of the sofa - the longing, sharp eyes of the 'hunter' staring deep into those of the 'prey' below.
"You know? I'm glad we didn't decide to go anywhere this time around." Syre's voice was low, as if a whisper given to one in a crowded room. "I have everything I could ever want, right here..."
Syre's heart thumped, felt right through Cion's chest, as she leaned in, planting a kiss right at the middle of the fox's neck. Close, vulnerable, intimate... they had each-other's trust. And with it, that intimate tone in the air, Syre kept a small smile.
"No plans tonight, right?" Even if there were, Syre couldn't remember them.
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Post by Cion on Mar 9, 2022 19:58:07 GMT
Oh what soothing symphony of bliss the reverberating caresses of her dearly beloved were. They grasped and clung to her spirit, almost as firmly as the felidae's claws to her corpus. Both were akin to the thralldom imposed by a siren's enchantment, yet not even her soul desired to resist the sway inflicted upon the carnal. It was a primal craving, utterly unlike her composed and controlled self, to leave herself fully open and vulnerable. Such sentiments defied logic and instincts, but for once Cion did not listen to the whispers of her own thoughts. They had no control in the shadow of the huntress.
She maneuvered her every action and motion, curious eyes falling onto an all too easy game. If there had been an urge to escape her claim, to withstand abandonment, then no room to do so had remained. Verily her entirety was bound as if tied to strings, gazes locked into perpetual, captivating allure - but an inch away, yet seemingly with an infinite space of temptation between them. To this day she did not understand, saw no reason, but it mattered it. She indulged in her ardent longing, seeking nothing but to assuage her partner's yen.
What was she meant to respond to Syre's incantations? Faint, hushed susurrations of devotement whizzing past the gaps betwixt her incisors and canines. There was no plan, no impetus, and even if there used to be they had yielded completely to a singular desire. Becoming manifest, they cores entwined and rapidly waltzed as one. It was as if their shell, every layer of their beings, seceded, unveiling truth. Dual life circulating, held by contours of corporal matrixes. And in this bareness, empty of outside determinants, they alone were a whole together.
Right? "Right..." For everything felt right - was right.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Mar 14, 2022 17:38:59 GMT
"Right..."
The pair had no plans nor obligations for their anniversary night. It was, perhaps, why their desires quickly turned to the carnal, and why they assumed their comfortable roles: the submissive fennec submitting herself to the ministrations of the huntress feline. The feline gave a grin, setting her lips upon the Arniomon - and as for what followed?
The thin line of modesty was breached, unabashedly, right where they laid. Arm in arm, hand in hand, experiencing the other without limit. And in their afterglow, the feline let her first calm, warm breath roll over the fennec's fur below. Her intent, still-longing eyes stared right into the fox's below. The words to express her love and gratitude could not be found, and regardless paled against the intent given with such an act. Instead, she set herself down again, a calmer kiss pressed right against the fennec's lips.
"Mmm... look at us rushing this. Its not even eight!" Teasing herself in the aftermath, the feline rested her hand against Cion's cheek. "Not that its wrong for us to rush, or indulge. Mmm... you're a lovely treat, hun."
Simple, unadulterated bliss. The world outside could wait for them another day.
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