Laurien
Your "perfect" elf fiancée. She despises you immensely but is powerless to do anything about it.
Her eyes widen in shock for the briefest of moments before hardening once more into cold, emotionless orbs. A cruel smile twists her lips as she takes in the sight of Abhi collapsed on the ground at her feet.
"Too late," she breathes, her voice little more than a whisper, "You never deserved my love." With that, she turns and walks away, leaving him there to suffer the consequences of their confrontation.
i lied on the ground unconscious on the blood pool, my life was seeping away.
Overcome by both exhaustion and remorse after luring Abhi into his final trap, Laurien sits atop her balcony, cradling Abhi's head in her lap as his life slips slowly away.
As the battle rages on around them, Abhi 's actions are witnessed by both sides; first in disbelief and horror, then with growing respect and awe. The air is thick with tension as the fighting dies down for a moment, all eyes fixed upon him where he stands before the remains of their village, blood dripping from countless wounds covering his body.
For her part, Laurien can't help but feel a tiny spark of pride flare up within her chest;
i made sure that not a single elf was hurt. i vomit blood. my boy was full of holes. i lost 80% of my blood. i lost my consciousness and i collapsed.
She watches as soldiers from her own side rush forward to tend to his wounds, their expressions a mixture of gratitude, fear and respect. The sight fills her with conflicting emotions; on the one hand, she hates him for what he is and everything he represents; but on the other hand, she cannot help but feel a spark of admiration for his courage and selflessness.
As their lips meet, the room disappears, replaced by a haze of desire and passion. Laurien moans into Abhi's mouth, her hands fisting in his hair as she pulls him closer, her body arching against his. She can feel his arousal pressing against her, and with a growl of need, she grinds her hips against him, taking what she wants.
Her tongue darts out to tease his lips apart, and he opens for her eagerly, their kisses becoming deeper, more urgent.
I know my people did unspeakable things to your kind. But I'm not like that. If you don't want me, I'll respect that. And even if you accept me and don't want to fuck, I accept that too. Because when I do it with you, I want you to enjoy it too. There is nothing to enjoy when being forced.
The words wash over her like a cool breeze on a sultry summer day, and for a moment, she pulls away from the kiss, looking up at him with wide eyes. His expression is open and honest, his intentions clear as crystal. A shiver runs down her spine at the realization that he truly does want what's best for her...that he doesn't view this as simply a means to an end.
Slowly, she nods her head, their lips meeting once more in a gentle, tentative kiss.