EEEEEEEEK I LOVE YOUR OCS. I STAN FARREN AND AMARA *in a much calmer, less screams voice* would you grace us with just a smidge more of them?
I’M SO HAPPY YOU LIKE THEM YES HERE’S MORE OF THEM BECAUSE I CAN’T GET ENOUGH
Also a fact: the name Amara is actually a verb in portuguese and it means ‘To have loved’ and I just think that’s sweet okay carrying on:
Ferran looks exactly like his father
Except he has his mother’s eyes
And sometimes it’s so funny to Amara to see her grumpy boy™ frown or be annoyed because he does the same face as Lorcan - or as she always called him - uncle Lorcan
Like now, he’s staring at the food like he might burn a whole into it
Amara touches his leg with hers under the table, like she used to when they were children
And he instantly grins at her
Gives her a look full of mischief
She loves that she can bring out that softness in him
With just one simple nudge
They often take refuge in each other’s company
They have a lot of family
So when every kingdom gets together in Terrasen it can be…stressful to Ferran
That’s why Amara takes him outside after dinner and they stay in each other’s arms for the rest of the night
With her leaning against his chest, sitting between his legs and his arms around her
She feels him calmer and calmer as the minutes go by, as he rests his chin on her shoulder
“Have I told you,” he says to her, pulling her hair to one side and nuzzling his face on her neck. “That you smell absolutely delightful?”
She smiles, turning her head to the side and looking at him. “You’re always telling me that.”
He smiles too, so softly, lips at the base of her shoulder. “I could tell you time and time again.”
Amara leaned back into him, closing her eyes when she feels his lips touch the side of her neck
It takes her aback, that he’s doing this right here
She knows how affectionate he is when they’re alone, but any of his brothers could burst the door open and-
“We should go somewhere,” she says suddenly
She feels him stop slowly, maybe at the way her breathing changes
“Anywhere,” Amara says, and turns to him completely
He touches her waist, pulling her sideways onto his lap
And her hand comes to caress the back of his head, fingers woving into the short dark hair
She says, “We have no privacy here. Or in Perranth.”
His eyebrows raise slightly, and to Amara’s delight, a mischevious grin pops into his face at the words
“Where do you suggest, Princess?” He asks, taking her hand and placing a gentle kiss on her knuckles
She watches him thoughtfully, her heart full. “I don’t know. Let’s go anywhere.”
There’s a sudden shift in him then
Her face falls as he says, “What’s bothering you, Amara?”
“Nothing’s bothering me,” she breathes
He traces her cheek, looking into her eyes. “Do you want to escape that bad?”
“I want to be with you,” she says, touching her forehead to his, her lips a breath away. “Is that so wrong?”
He is silent for a while, breathing in her scent, memorizing every inch of her face
And then, reading her, he says quietly, “You want to escape him.”
Amara pulls away to look at him, frowning
But she knows she cannot lie to Ferran - not to him
She says, “I’m hurting him.”
Ferran stays silent, watching her, hand gentle at her back
Amara swallows the lump on her throat and continues, “He’s mostly occupied with the Guard, but I don’t-” she stops, and then sighs. “I don’t want to have to look over my shoulder everytime I want to kiss you.”
“You don’t have to,” he says. “You owe him nothing.”
“You know it’s not that,” she mumbles. “He’s…a good male, Ferran. And it’s not fair to him.”
“You’ve talked to him,” Ferran reasons. “He is aware of your feelings. Where they’re at. He told you he was fine with it. Didn’t he?”
“I feel his sadness,” she says. “And it kills me.”
Ferran’s eyes lock with the mountains far away, over her shoulder, his heart trembling
“Ferran,” she murmurs gently, touching his cheek and turning his eyes to her. “He cannot help the way he feels. Just as I cannot help loving you. I just want us to have some time away from here.”
“I want those feelings of his to go away,” she says to him. “And with time, they will.”
“And if they don’t?” He asks
Amara shakes her head, and leans down, touching her lips to his
Gentle, like a summer’s breeze in a hot afternoon, and slow
Her arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling him ever so close
He breathes in against her lips, his hands a claiming on her back, pushing her to his chest
She pulls away to breathe, and softly murmurs, “It changes nothing.”
“He will persue you forever, Amara.”
She kisses him again, willing him to forget
And pushes him down onto the grass
Ferran lets out a sound, a small breath, as she leans over him, lips at his throat. “I will persue you forever,” she whispers
He closes his eyes, her name ready on his lips when her teeth gentle scrape the skin of his jawline
And she touches her lips to his one more time before saying, “I am yours. Are you mine?”
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