"Dimitri..." She frowned, thumbs rubbing gently along the curve of his cheeks, leylines pulsing with both her concern for his well being, and the surges of healing magic she cast into him to assure those wounds would close and he would not collapse in the pool of blood collecting upon the floor. "You must be more careful, my love. I would much rather a delay in your return, than to hear of your demise via your own stubbornness." She chided, and yet still she blushed, unable to be angry with him for longer than two seconds.
Lioriley leaned in, carefully pressing her lips against his, a hand finally moving to tuck some of his hair behind an ear. "You should be well enough in a moment to move - and we can escort you to our chambers for a proper rest, hm?"
He adores the way that his name rolls of her tongue. Not 'your majesty,' but always Dimitri. Despite the fact that she had been corrected before, he'd always insisted that she continued to speak of him as an equal. He can feel his hurts being to heal and sighs in relief. Perhaps he'd been hurting more than he truly realized.
"That would be my demise, wouldn't it?" he asks, trying to add some levity as he comes back to his senses a bit. Ah. It's dawning him how ridiculous he had been; he's grateful for such a patient, caring partner. He couldn't ask for better. Despite the doubts cast on the union originally, well- She's right. He's stubborn. He wouldn't have accepted anyone else's hand, in the end, and doesn't regret his decision for a second.
He's quick to kiss her back and practically lean into that gentle touch. It'd been too long, he thinks once more, and vows silently to not be apart for so long again. It's nothing he can't actually guarantee, of course, given his role as king but- He can try. "I'd like that," the man answers, aches still deep in his body but not nearly as prominent. "And I promise I won't go to such lengths to ensure I take some much needed rest in the future."
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Lioriley leaned in, carefully pressing her lips against his, a hand finally moving to tuck some of his hair behind an ear. "You should be well enough in a moment to move - and we can escort you to our chambers for a proper rest, hm?"
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"That would be my demise, wouldn't it?" he asks, trying to add some levity as he comes back to his senses a bit. Ah. It's dawning him how ridiculous he had been; he's grateful for such a patient, caring partner. He couldn't ask for better. Despite the doubts cast on the union originally, well- She's right. He's stubborn. He wouldn't have accepted anyone else's hand, in the end, and doesn't regret his decision for a second.
He's quick to kiss her back and practically lean into that gentle touch. It'd been too long, he thinks once more, and vows silently to not be apart for so long again. It's nothing he can't actually guarantee, of course, given his role as king but- He can try. "I'd like that," the man answers, aches still deep in his body but not nearly as prominent. "And I promise I won't go to such lengths to ensure I take some much needed rest in the future."