Lost in the Woods

Patric Itaul “I think my last name is cursed, but I don’t know, maybe the gods took my family from me for a reason?”

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You make my Heart Flutter || Patric & Bealish

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Every single time, Patric felt like he learned something new about Bealish. She was this complex, deep person with mutliple layers, multiple sides, this dynamic current of water, a whole galaxy of character traits and secrets still out there for him to discover.

The way she was able to just say what she wanted this sexily - a ‘fuck me’ straight from her licked lips, oh yes, that was a sound he would masturbate to many, many times when they were parted again.

He was thriving of these memories when he was alone, hardly believing that those were actually encounters that had happened to him instead of back then, when he was just faintly imagining things he had no idea about.

“It was driving me crazy, too.”, Patric said to his loved one, his heart beating faster and faster the closer Lise’s core pressed against his penis. Picking her up by holding her ass in his arms firmly - it felt amazing -, Patric gently sat her on his tip.  Her vagina was so hot against him and Patric could feel himself leaking more precum.

This time it was just perfect though, him lubricating, though Lise was already seductively wet, too. Patric lowered her softly, gently - she had managed to take him into her mouth by whatever miracle, but he still wanted to be sure he didn’t hurt her - he already knew that with his demon length like that, he would probably not fit all the way.

Biting his tongue and laying his head back, Patric got into a rhythm of pulling her off and on his tip already, lowering her down half an inch by half an inch. Licking her neck, Patric mumbled up an almost impatient: “Tell me when to stop, alright?”

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Did you know when it was your birthday, while you were captured?

Remembering his capture still felt cold. True, comparing the time he was free again to the fifty years of prison, it was still so little. At least he his throat didn’t close anymore and he could still breathe, remembering it now, even if his chest was still as tight as in the beginning.

No... it’s hard, to know when a day begins and ends without a clock... and after a while I just... I guess I just stopped caring about it. The days, the nights. It didn’t matter anyway...

I just hope my birthday didn’t remind Varamadras and Misha of the pain I put them in these fifty times.

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Letting his fingers glide through Bealish’s moonshine hair, the softness tickling the tip of them was something he couldn’t feel at all - overwhelmed with all the feelings in his nether regions, the feelings that were making his spine feel numb from all the waves of pleasure almost.

It was incredible to think that this was the first time Lise had done this in her 200 years - incredibly to think that by whatever change or laugh of fate it was him who cracked her hard Commander shell. Another moan ripped him out of sentimentality, building to the pressure that was building up everywhere in his body.

The vibrations of her humming seared down his cock, just like his cock seemed to just slide down Lise’s mouth and throat. Between breathless pants, Patric didn’t know whether he should fear for his beloved’s ability to breathe and his own waves of pleasure actively making him lose his mind.

“Are you sure- ugh. Are you -”, Patric started, but lost it. The way she wiggled her hips. The way they played with her beautiful breast. Patric needed more - her mouth has way more than he could have ever imagined, but he needed to be inside her, with her, connected together. He wanted her to feel the same pleasure he felt - he wanted to cum, but cumming down her throat like this was making him fear for her life again.

“Lise-”, the demon said, but her looking up to him like that just overpowered him. Taking her face in his big hands, he slowly, gently pulled her off of him, kissed her forehead and held her over his still rock hard erection. She was so light when he was in his demon form, he could carry her with so much ease. “I love you. I can’t wait.”, he asked her, almost fearful, while his penis was oozing with precum and her saliva. “Can I have sex with you?”

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Patric’s grin transformed in waves - one stroke it was wide and full of bliss, another it turned into him clenching his jaw and sucking air in hard.

His hips gently moving, Patric felt the urge to buck his hips with every stroke Bealish gave him, up and down, slick and smooth now, that his precum had made things more slippery.

Giving in to her kiss, Patric stroked her hair again and held her close. Her tongue, her taste, it was all so sweet, and riled him up even more. Turning his tongue around hers, only to be interrupted by Patric smirking and finally getting to take off her clothing. As soon as Lise had thrown it to the side, Patric was marvelled. Her skin was so light, it almost seemed to glow reflecting the redness of the true skin Patric wasn’t even used to.

Letting his hands glide over her breasts, he truly would not have wanted them any bigger or smaller, they fit her frame so well. Leaning forward, Patric played his tongue around one of her nipples, which was making him probably harder than it actually aroused his girlfriend.

Whimpering almost when Lise pulled back Patric was soothed over when she finally took off her skirt - and his underwear, too. Now he was absolutely bare to her, who wore only her underwear. Watching her intently as she kissed down his body, Patric shuddered and bit his lip when she looked up to him. This was driving him crazy. He needed her soon.

Throwing his head back, Lise’s tongue up his length made him grab his hair with both of his hands. ‘Calm down Patric’, the demon reminded himself to keep calm - he did not want this to end already, not at all. Grabbing his neck with his nails, Patric moaned loud as she took him in, arching his back and breathing more and more shallow.

Holding her shoulder tight, Patric felt pressure building inside of him already. “Lise”, Patric let out in another moan, “Lise, you - “

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Bealish glanced down as he began to talk about the war. The two of them tried not to talk about that stuff. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him though. Bealish felt like she could tell him every little plan of theirs and he’d keep it a secret. But she didn’t tell him or talk to him about any of those types of things because it put a damper on things. It reminded them of the world outside of each others’ arms and she didn’t want to think of that. Not when she was having the best time with her boyfriend. 

But he stopped talking about it, and she kissed his cheek. Then he told her he’d make up for the last couple of birthdays and she laughed a little, closing her eyes when he began sprinkling her face with kisses. All his kisses felt good, even the little pecks, and especially the long, passionate ones. After about two decades of no affection shown to her, this was definitely a welcomed change. “I should get you something for your last birthday! Books…But I won’t tell you  which kinds. And don’t tell me! I want to try to pick ones you like…I think I know you well enough-” she teased, lightly kissing his lips. 

Soon, their light kisses turned into something much hotter. The intimacy combined with Patric’s warmth made her cheeks a bit pink. Watching his hand slide down her body, Bealish grinned slightly before kissing his jaw. Then she looked up at him after he fixed his sight on her. Last time, the two of them were shy. She couldn’t even remember if they made much eye contact. But now, it was different. They were more open to each other. 

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It was amazing, to share and create experiences like that - to learn from each other about each others bodies. To see what there was, to touch it, to get to know which nooks and spots made them arch their backs and let out all those sweet noises. It was something that was just for them, to explore each other.

And Patric loved it.

Lise’s bites made his jaw clench again, his neck thrown back to give his girlfriend all the space she might need to cover his neck with kisses rushing right down his spine. Her hands were so small, running down his body to unbutton his jeans - it was a relief to not have that pressure anymore, since his body was now taller and bigger - his whole body. Patric’s cock already being this hard didn’t make things easier, either.

Helping her by taking the rest of the jeans off, leaving them on the ground in front of her bed, Patric had just leaned back when Bealish was going right at it with no hesitation - which made him love her even more. His loins jerked when her hand found him and she started going along the whole length of him. Patric let out a happy little moan through his smile and his smiled didn’t vanish when she looked up at him and he replied with lust-clouded eyes.

He could feel her breasts pressed against his bare chest through her clothing and suddenly - maybe because Lise was stroking faster - Patric lusted after more.

“This is hardly... fair, is it...?”, he let out within breaks of him breathing shallow, “You still dressed and me, naked at your will...” It felt weirdly poetic, in a way, but with his hands cupping and squeezing her breasts, he just wanted all the fabric gone. Kissing her deepy, Patric sat more upright, letting his hands slip under her top to feel the softness of her belly.

While his hands wanted to wander down, instead, Patric guided them up, pushing her top with him in an effort to just get it off Lise, so he could see her beautiful breast and pink nipples again.

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She grinned to herself and nudged him playfully. “You’re always cool to me-” And it was true. No matter how shy or dorky he was, she always thought he was the most handsome person in the world. She loved being around him. Him and his adorable laugh and cute way of hiding his face when he was embarrassed. He brought out who she really was. There was nothing she’d rather be doing that laying in bed with Patric and just talking and laughing or kissing or making love. She would be happy doing anything with him. There really was never a dull moment between them. 

“Growing clothing?” she asked, thinking it was some enchanted piece of clothing before he explained it. With a smirk, she set a hand on his chest, lightly circling her index finger on his skin. “You’re royalty, yet you still buy the less expensive clothes…I do admire that,” she spoke just before he kissed her. Kissing back lovingly, Bealish couldn’t help but smile slightly and wrap her arms around his neck so she could press closer to him. That’s all she really wanted- to be as close as she could to him. Patric was all she had. He was the only person who knew her. So when she had the honor of spending time with him, she was going to make sure that she loved each second. 

When he hugged her, she hugged him back and leaned her forehead on his shoulder with the happiest smile. Bealish was strong, she could take a bear hug. She liked it. She felt secure in his arms. So when he let go of her, she just continued hugging him. Now that he had grown, she was much smaller compared to him. But since she was still on his lap, they were about the same height sitting in bed. 

After kissing his jaw then his lips, she looked up at him “I love you too…And it will be amazing. Everything. We’re going to have the best lives together-” she said after helping him with his shirt. With his shirt off, she bit on her bottom lip a little and tried not to let her eyes wander over his body. He was still gorgeous. He even seemed a bit more muscular. Her first time with him was amazing, and romantic, and sweet, but now that she was seeing him like this, feeling his muscular body beneath herself, she started to crave something less tamed. 

She should control herself, but Bealish was someone who went after what she wanted. Right now, she wanted him. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me…” Leaning forward again, she began to kiss his lips lightly, gradually making her kisses more and more passionate before pulling away only centimeters. “Those pants seem tight on you…Would you like me to help get them off?” Lise asked, her hand running down his chest. 

This was so unlike her. But God, it felt good.

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“I might be royalty, but the gold is still Varamadras’, he’s the demonlord. It’s kind enough for him to give us access to some of it, but I’ve always thought that, well, he can use it better, to care for the armies and-”

Patric stopped in his tracks, letting the words fade out. Why yes, Varamadras spend lots of the money to care for the armies, that was what kept them alive, after all, rations of food, weapons. The same army that was battling the Compans his pretty Ser was responsible for. Unwritten Rule Number One for their relationship was the war stays out of their dates. It was just hard sometimes, to ignore everything that was going on so close to them. Patric wanted his cousin to be successful, but he also didn’t want Lise to get in trouble or even danger.

Sighing in defeat, Patric settled with a little awkward laugh. “Next time I’m coming I’ll spend something on you. For the last couple of birthdays.”, Patric changed the subject and planted lots of tiny kisses over her face.

Pulling his face back, expecting her to look at him with this one adorable look she had that he could simply not imagine on her while on the battlefield, her bit lip punched him straight in the gut. She was thinking the same things he was - and it drove him absolutely crazy. Their lips pressing together, Patric ran his hand through her hair, his other one behind him, stabilizing him. She took all of his sanity whenever she did that, heat up, boil him, only that unlike the frog, Patric noticed very much.

His hand travelling down her body to her waist, then her hip, Patric pushed her a little closer to his... core by the small of her back, breathing hard and deep. Patric’s yellows tinted eyes were fixed on hers, lust-filled. Clenching his jaw, Patric felt himself growing by Lise’s teasing words alone.

The difference between his Human and Demon form had never felt so obvious - he did not have to try to keep a part of himself fighting shut, instead, it was working with him, pulsing through him with strength and carnal lust. Breathing out a pained laugh, Patric’s grin was unusually dirty. “I would love you to.”

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She wasn’t going to freak out upon seeing his form. It wasn’t like she wanted to either. Bealish had been in countless fights, she’s seen hundreds of bloody, mangles bodies. Her love’s real form wasn’t going to scare her off. She knew he was demon, so she expected him to one day be comfortable with her seeing him. If she acted even slightly grossed out, she’d hate herself. It would be like her taking her clothes off and him changing his mind about sex. Still, no matter what Patric looked like, Bealish was certain that she would love him no matter what. This was who he was.

As he pulled away, she watched her boyfriend anxiously. That was what he was, right? Her boyfriend…She could never get over that. She couldn’t get over how her love was so incredibly perfect and sweet and handsome. Bealish never thought she’d be so lucky to find him. Before Patric, she doubted that she would ever be in a relationship. He had been so good and understanding, especially in her circumstances. The least she could do was keep him relaxed and comfortable during this.

While he transformed, she couldn’t help but notice how painful it looked. It must’ve been. His knuckles were popping, his skin had to stretch, and those horns…He might not have been in battles, but Lise knew that he was just as strong as she was. She didn’t know if she could be able to go through that frequently. She wasn’t afraid. She was more curious than anything. And God, was she proud of him. Bealish had never seen a demon up close before. She wouldn’t say it was beautiful, but it was pretty magical. There wasn’t a hint of fear or disgust. Only admiration, love, and a little curiosity. The act of just watching him made her think of so many questions, the first being ‘did that hurt?’. Keeping a set of horns hidden in his scalp couldn’t be comfortable.

The only thing she was surprised about was his eyes. She knew demons had red skin and horns, but she didn’t know their eyes changed. They were yellow…It should’ve scared her, but she was a commander. She’s seen decapitated heads and bodies with their organs dripping out. And besides, his eyes were still kind…He was still her Patric.

Once he finished his change, she paused for a moment then suddenly, she cracked a little grin and let out a small laugh. “Look at your clothes!” Lise said, still laughing as she moved closer to him to straddle his lap. “But you are very warm…You look silly in that outfit, but you’re warm.” That big grin still played on her lips as she gently stroked his hair. He felt stronger for some reason. Maybe it was the warmth. This whole thing was certainly different, but she liked it. Lise loved him. Biting her lip, she looked him over. “I think I’d take this more seriously if you didn’t look like you were wearing child sized clothing-” she continued, still looking into his eyes with the sweetest smile.

“Here, let me help-” Bealish then proceeded to help him slide off that now stretched out shirt while staying on his lap. She set that shirt aside on her nightstand before looking back at him. With a small, content sigh, Bealish just admired him for a few moments. “You’re as handsome as ever…Would you like to borrow one of my robes? It might fit you, it’s huge on me. I’ll get it-” Getting off his lap after giving him a gentle kiss, she went to her bathroom and returned a minute later with a robe.

“Tomorrow I can go out and get some bigger clothes for you for when you want to relax. And we still need some smaller clothes for the day, right?” Bealish was surprised at how relaxed she was about this. When she’s think about this day, she thought she’d be at least a little scared, but she wasn’t. She loved it. “Maybe you can keep those clothes here for when you visit too…It’ll be like your overnight stash,” she said with a little smirk as she laid back beside him.

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With Lise’s little laugh, Patric felt like he heated up like a volcano and buried his face in his hands, utterly embarrassed. He should have thought about that way sooner, to not embarrass himself in front of his girlfriend just when he was showing her his real form, something that was so intimate to him. Kind of ruined the moment. But kind of, it made it even better, no chance for awkwardness, or doubts, or anything, and Lise was laughing, which made his heart flutter again.

“You’re only supposed to see me when I’m cool...”, he spoke through his hands, but then let them go and laughed with her, too. Patric was never cool, so she must see something entirely different in him. At least one thing he didn’t have to worry about.

“They have ‘growing clothing’ in the cold north, layers that unclip when you transform - I just - because I’m always in my Human Form I just bought a good collection or ‘regular clothes’... they’re cheaper. Maybe it’s not really what I should be buying...”, Patric explained when Lise sat on his lap. Her sitting on him made him feel so giddy again that he couldn’t but take her face in his hands as gently as he could and kissed her, ending in pulling her into a hug as tight as he felt he could do upon her.

His demon form status sneaking back to his consciousness, Patric released her - afraid that maybe it would be too hot for her surrounded by him. She was so small now, so small. If Patric had stood, he would have reached up to 2,5 meters, so it was a good thing he was sitting, more equal in height to his little Ser.

“I love you. I don’t care what we’re going to do, it’s all going to be amazing. But maybe something to wear in my true form would be nice...”, he muttered as Lise helped him free himself from his shirt, not once looking away from her beautiful face. Elven face, angel like. Patric should not have thought the latter, since it did kind of scare him, but that was long ago, very long ago. There were no angels anymore, only Lise. “You are the best thing that ever happened to me.” - which was not said as a lie whatsoever. His family would have calmed him, but nothing could have made him improve in his state, his self-esteem, self-worth as quickly as someone as stunning as her loving him.

Sitting on his lap, with him being half naked. Oh wow.

Time to think of other things, quickly.

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As he said all of that into her ear, Lise flickered her eyes closed and leaned against him a little more. After s few seconds, she smiled a little then looked up at him. “You’re so poetic…And I’m certain that if that was who we were, we’d be the most passionate couple out there…I mean, we already are, but we’d be more public and all, you know?…We could go out to dinner every weekend and have lunch by some lake and we could hold hands wherever we went.” Lise kissed his cheek then his lips. “But-…As much as it pains me to say this, if we weren’t in our positions, we probably wouldn’t have met. If I was some farm girl in the country, we would have never seen each other.”

Biting her lip, she looked down at his hand in hers then kissed his knuckles. “Someday we’ll have that life…Well, not that life exactly.”  They’d still have the background they had and politics would be a big part in the world around them still, but they’d love each other freely. His words seemed so pained. He wanted to go with her, but he couldn’t. And she couldn’t either. She knew that. Bealish would never ask something so big of him given their circumstances. It’d be more then difficult for them to actually run away together…But still, she couldn’t help but think that they’d be more than happy. 

Kissing him back, she felt everything he wanted to say. Sometimes she thought that they communicated more through their kisses than by words themselves. As he pulled away, the blonde looked into his eyes with a small, half-hearted smile before raising his other hand to her lips and kissing his knuckles again. “I want to stay with you forever too…No matter how hard things get between us and this whole war, I’m always going to love you. You’re more important than anything to me, you have to remember that…”

Who knew what would happen to her? She could get killed any day and Patric probably wouldn’t know until months later. The same went for him. She knew that they were incredibly romantic in each secret meeting they’ve had, and she always thought that they were like that because they never knew if the other would be gone soon. It was something she’d never say out loud though. It was heart breaking even to think about. 

At his proposal of warming her up, she looked a little surprised. Lise never really thought about that. Sometimes she even forgot he was a demon. Still, she has tried to tell him that she wouldn’t hate him if she saw him in his form. That would always be true. Nodding a little, she smiled a bit. “I could never be scared of you…” Bealish replied sweetly before kissing his neck once more and sitting back once again. Already he was turning red. She’d never seen a demon in their form so close before. Of course she knew that she wouldn’t be scared, she’s been in war. But it’d be a change from what she usually saw. And if it was more comfortable with this form, she’d want him to be in it as much as he’d like.

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Patric trusted every word she spoke. Bealish had said that she could never be afraid of him - and he trusted that, he truly believed it, that she would always be there, that she, unlike all the other non-demon beings not used to see his kind, would not flinch or turn away. And still, even now, in bliss with her in his arms, there was this part of him that wanted to tear it all down. Destroy everything that made him happy, in a wicked way of self-ordered punishment he had simply gotten used to all those years. All those years he had been locked away and pain was the only thing he remembered to feel, like an anchor keeping him just a hair-width from losing it all, his sanity, his will.

The part that was now, as he gently put Lise out of his arms to have space to turn, seeing that as a bad sign. The part that was now making his hands shake, that drummed a beat on his back with thin, sharp fingers, singing.

‘She won’t be afraid. She’s be grossed out.’. ‘She won’t be afraid. But she will be when you will lose it and hurt her.”

Patric looked into Lise’s eyes with worry, as he tried his best to turn the slowest he possibly could, to maybe ease her into all of this - but just like that, just as he had known all alone, the strength came back to him.

No, those eyes were not afraid. They were sparkling, anticipation maybe, curiosity maybe, but it was not fear. It was love - it was the warmth his mother and father had looked at him with, the smiling squint Misha and Varamadras had for him. The fire, hotter than his demon skin, hotter than the blood of all those she had slayed in her power, the fire that was burning for him, and him alone and that he felt in his chest when he looked at her, too.

Suddenly he couldn’t turn fast enough. When fear had turned into nervosity, his skin had been painted red in waves, just as his blood pushed through his body heartbeat by heartbeat. His life’s liquid heated up, giving Patric a burning sensation pushing through his weakly veins hidden by hard demon muscle. He felt his body heat rise inside, too, like a heat stroke, when the body contained too much heat not letting go, until his spine expanded to make way for it. Patric’s knuckles popped as his bones grew larger, and his muscles spasmed in their efforts to keep up with his body’s works. When his eyes turned sharper, as if he had just put in tinted glasses, he knew that tit was only his horns left. The horns that were laughable by demon standards, but still, they would tear through his skin, so far from human. As if he was letting go of a headache he had held on for too long, Patric still released what was part of his body.

His clothes looked ridiculously small and tight against him, which Patric felt, not saw, and it made him blush madly, which he might feel, but Lise might not see against his red skin. Uncomfortable in the way he was sitting, Patric stretched himself subtly, then brushed against his horns. “When I was younger and my transitions have been more impulsive, I used to tear my skin with them.”, Patric said quietly, admitting to his childish foolery.

Looking at her with loving, although apologizing eyes, Patric touched her arm with his hand. Indeed, it felt so cool against his touch, where they had just shared the warmth of their combined body heat. “See? Much warmer now... I- I only look like this when I sleep though, don’t worry. And oh- please ignore the clothing, at home I have robes and - I look ridiculous!”

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A New Week | Patric and Bealish

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She smiled a little when he offered to help but shook her head. “No, you’re my guest. You don’t even have to lift a finger-” Bealish spoke. After that, she led him up to her room after grabbing a spare blanket from the cupboard and spreading it out on the bed. The last time he came over and spent the night, she saw that the bed was big enough for the both of them. It must’ve been comical to see her alone on there- such a small thing in a boat of a bed. She also found it easier to go to sleep with Patric beside her. She didn’t toss and turn like she did when she was alone with him. Instead she just stayed still, curled up beside him. 

After she was done with that, she  went with him into the bathroom to start the bath. And while that was filling, she turned to face him. “…I wish you could stay here forever…Well maybe not here, but somewhere with me,” Bealish said with a small smile. He was so handsome, he always was though. The whole kissing situation would be so much easier if she wasn’t so damn short though. “And you know you can change if it’s more comfortable for you…I don’t know if you’ll fit in the bath if you do though-” she said, referring to him changing into his demon form. Patric could fit in the tub as he is, but it’s be a squeeze if he changed. Whatever made him comfortable though. 

When the tub was full, she bit her lip. “So…I’ll leave you to it then. Unless you want me to stay-” Wow she was so awkward with all of this. “I sort of have some questions for you…Like how big the bathtubs are at your castle-” Bealish teased, smiling up at him. 

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 It was probably for the best that he didn’t do the dishes. He was pretty certain he’d mess it up somehow---not that he didn’t know how to wash a dish, just that he hadn’t done it enough to be confident that he’d do a decent job. It was a bit embarrassing, when it came to those tasks he’d never been required to do, that others did so easily. It was a bit like how he felt about chit-chatting to other people in that way. He knew enough, but not that much.

Patric followed Bealish’s lead to the bathroom, and as the tub filled he tested the water with his hand. The room was beginning to fill with steam, and the water was very hot---possibly too hot for Lise, so they might have to wait a minute. Caught by her sudden words, he smiled back down at her, face shining with fondness and hope for their shared future. “I want that, too,” he said.

Trying to imagine her in the castle’s bathrooms---some of which had actual pools for baths---it would be like entering a dragon city like HagaFosiel, with everything far bigger than you expected. “Too big,” he said. “But, you could stay, if you want. It might be... nice.” Shaking his head he gave a small laugh. “Ignore that. Of course it’d be nice. I just---I’ve never done anything like that before, but it sounds... really nice,” he finished with a grin. “I don’t think there’s enough room for both of us if I change though---and I’m okay with that,” he added hurriedly.

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A New Week | Patric and Bealish

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“Now, what kind of girlfriend would I be if I stole blankets from my gorgeous boyfriend?” she asked with a small smile, kissing his cheek after. “Really? You don’t sleep well? Last time you were year, you slept like a rock…But if you have any trouble, I’ll read you some book or rub your back or make you tea,” Lise offered. She loved his Demon form. He was more comfortable in it- at least that was what he told her- and if he was comfortable, she was too. Bealish loved seeing him relaxed and happy. That was attractive to her. The two of them were so different, and it was interesting for her to just look at his natural form. It didn’t scare her or anything- it made her want to see more of him. Besides, those men most girls went after were idiots. She had some as her soldiers and they proved to be the most annoying to her. 

When he expressed how she’d look to him if there was some hair disaster, she laughed a little and nudged his shoulder playfully. “Oh, come on…I’d look horrible with orange hair…And purple….Basically any unnatural color-” Lise said before kissing his knuckles. “But thank you, you’re so sweet to me…I don’t know how I’ll ever deserve you…” Once she was on his lap, she kissed his jaw gently. Did she mean take a bath together? It’d be nice, but if he wasn’t ready for that, she’d be okay with it. They could take it slow, but she didn’t know if there was a slower way. The two of them only got to see each other every so often. 

After a minute, she got up and stretched out a little. “I should go grab some more blankets for you just in case. If you’d like, I could draw that bath too?”

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“The kind who gets what she wants,” he laughed, blushing a little at the use of gorgeous and boyfriend, both referring to him... “If you want them, that is.”

He didn’t want to talk about nightmares, so instead he just said, “Well, it’s more like I’m a light sleeper, and I can have trouble falling asleep sometimes...” More like all times, since the cabin. Being in the in-between place, not quite asleep or awake, he could find himself disoriented, not sure where he really was. Times like that, it actually seemed possible that he might not have left the cabin at all, and that his life now was the dream. But Lise, she had to be real, there was no way he could have imagined her, she was too... too much, or something. Maybe that’s why he’d been able to sleep next to her so easily, like she was an anchor. Patric enjoyed her suggestions, though, and he wasn’t going to pass up the offers. “I’m comfortable, with you. All of that does sound great, though.”

It was difficult, imagining her with all these different colours. Though he still thought she’d look better than anyone else if they tried out orange or purple hair. Something she said made his face grow hot, though. He tried to think of what he should say---it was ridiculous, he wasn’t better than Lise, in any way. She kissed him, though, so he held her even tighter, releasing her a minute later. His voice was a little hoarse when he spoke. “You don’t need to---I mean, I don’t think you should think that... that you don’t deserve me.” 

Patric let her up, only a little reluctant to release her so soon. It amused him when she got so thoughtful and caring, almost motherly in the way she made certain things would be set and done properly. “Sure---um. Do you want a hand with anything?” He was thinking he could do the dishes while she was getting things ready, but would that be awkward?

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A New Week | Patric and Bealish

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The idea of him staying longer made her perk up instantly. She smiled brightly and nodded. “I’d love for you to stay! I don’t have an extra room, but I don’t really think that’s a problem…My blankets might be a little short though, I’ll pull out more from the closet.” She was obviously excited. Bealish never really got many visitors, and with Patric, the longer he stayed the better. “Yeah, we could go out and you can help me dye my hair and maybe we can even go out to dinner!” Yep, she was really excited. 

When he asked what she was thinking with the sweetest smile of his, she couldn’t help but grin back as she held his hand and kissed his knuckles. “The whole hair thing…You have to promise not to break up with me if it turns out hideous,” Lise teased. After the two were done eating, she took the two plates and brought them back to the kitchen before going back to him and sitting on his lap. 

“So, since you’re going to be here for a bit, what do you want to do first? You’ve been traveling all day, do you want to have a bath? I’ll get it ready for you if you’d like-” Was she being too forward? She was just too excited. The week he spent with her previously was heaven. Lise got to wake up next to him every morning, make breakfast with him, talk for a while, fall asleep in his arms…All of that romantic stuff that she used to want to throw up upon hearing about it when she wasn’t in a relationship. 

“Tomorrow we can go down to one of those celebrations if you want to. Or visit the book store. I don’t mind, we can do anything…” She then leaned up to kiss him lightly. 

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“Don’t worry, the cold doesn’t bother me, so you can be a blanket thief if you want---” he grinned, and then shrugged. “I sometimes don’t sleep well anyway.” The last time he’d been here, he’d slept soundly, which was unusual, but everything with Lise was unusual and new for him. Still, he was a little worried that a nightmare might come and he could hurt her accidentally. If he was in his demon form, he wouldn’t know his strength. Lise didn’t seem at all concerned about it, even seemed to like looking at his demon form, though Patric thought he looked awful most times. He’d taken to looking in the mirror more often when he was alone at home, trying to see himself the way she saw him, but he wasn’t there yet.

Her enthusiasm warmed him more than he could say, so he just smiled and relaxed when she took his hand. Being here with her, imagining things being simple and going out into the world with her, all their troubles seemed inconsequential. He had hope, for them, for the future. Patric shook his head and laughed softly when she worried about her hair. “Of course not! It could be eleven different awful colours and you’d still be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.” It wasn’t a lie. He couldn’t imagine anything she could do, hair or otherwise, that would make her look bad. Maybe it was because what she was underneath her appearance was so much more.

Lise got up and cleared the dishes, and he was going to get up and help out but she came back and sat in his lap, and how was he supposed to do anything then but wrap his arms around her? His cheeks warmed, did she mean they’d have a bath together? “That sounds... wonderful,” he admitted. He didn’t feel shy, exactly, not anymore, just warm and comfortable, with some butterflies mixed in. “All of it, the bath, the bookstore, the festival... All of it,” he repeated with a grin. 

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A New Week | Patric and Bealish

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Smiling a little at his comment, Bealish picked up her plate and walked to the table, sitting down with him after she took the two books her sat on the counter with her. “These look amazing, thank you, love… And maybe I will dye my hair soon. I’d love to see where you live, I bet it’s lovely,” she said sweetly, getting up to get the two of them drinks before returning yet again and setting a glass of water by both of their plates. If anyone asked one of her soldiers if she could be housewife material, they’d most likely laugh. But around Patric, she looked so natural doing all of this. She could cook, clean, do laundry, and lead an army into battle. Basic housewife material. 

The two of them had their own book club going on. Bealish loved when they’d exchange books. She got to read the things he liked and gain more and more understanding of him. She also loved having something of his with her. Even just his books made her feel comfortable. Just as she was about to eat, a question popped up in her mind. Looking back to Patric, she bit her lip. “Do you know if you’re able to stay the night?” she asked hopefully. “It’s already dark out, it wouldn’t be safe to make such a long trip back…” 

Bealish could come up with hundreds of reasons for him to stay. Someday, she hoped that they’d never have to make long journeys and sneak around to see each other. Maybe someday they could stay longer than a week with each other without worrying about being found out. Last time he spent the night and stayed the week, he had to stay away from the windows in her home so no one would be able to see him. It was sad that a couple had to hide each other from the world. She kept the day they were able to freely be together in her prayers. 

Eating her dinner, she kept her straight posture but drummed her fingers on her lap. Bealish was still thinking about how she’d dye her hair. She’d never done it before, so she’d have to ask a professional how to do it. No, she wouldn’t be a different person who could cross back and forth from Betechem and the Demonlands who wouldn’t be noticed with the new dark hair, but this was, people wouldn’t pay her much attention Most people had brown hair or darker or lighter, but nearly no one had hair as light as hers. It really made her pop out. Her hair was starting to become some trademark of hers. Getting rid of that would at least give her a little more security when going to the Demonlands.

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“It is! At least, I like it there. Some people find the winters too harsh, if they’re not used to the cold.” Patric felt a rush of excitement at the prospect of showing her his home---not just the castle, but all the places in Yartihn that he loved to walk and visit. He toyed with the glass of water Bealish had brought over, then remembered he was hungry and began to eat. 

It was delicious---he was about to say so when Lise asked him a question and he glanced up, cheeks flushing brightly. “I... I would like to,” he said. He’d sort of assumed he would, seeing as they were meeting this late and he’d spent the day travelling. He’d also told the dragon it may be a few days before he sent for him to fly them back home. It may have been presumptuous of him, but the last time he’d come he’d stayed for a week, and he’d hoped Bealish had some time free for the festivals, like his cousins and the Mancers did. If that wasn’t the case, he supposed he could go back tonight---but everything in her manner said she wanted him to stay there. 

“Are you---is it okay if I stay a little longer than just tonight? Maybe we could even see some of the celebrations,” he suggested shyly. “All that paint being thrown around, it could be a good disguise---and if you wanted to try changing your hair, maybe we could even risk being outside together?” He didn’t want to put her in danger, but no matter how careful he was even staying indoors was a risk, if the wrong person came to the house or looked in the window. And it would be wonderful to see some of the city with her. He’d never been one to be impulsive or daring, but right here and now it felt like he could do anything, and like he should take any opportunity that came his way.

Lise looked still lost in thought, and fidgeting a little, though she didn’t seem to notice she was doing it. “What are you thinking about?” He asked with a soft smile. She looked very serious, but not worried, really. Just businesslike. Patric reached over and placed his hand lightly on hers, stilling her fingers.

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A New Week | Patric and Bealish

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He lifted her and continued kissing her which Lise obviously enjoyed. Holding on to him, she continued kissing him and feeling his kiss grow from sweet to passionate. Once he set her back down on the floor, she kissed him again and looked up at him when he leaned his forehead against hers. She didn’t want any of this to end. If it was up to her, they’d be living in some small house someplace between both of their home lands. A cute little place that they could be free in and possibly even raise kids if they wished. 

Having children wasn’t something that was on her mind much. She would by lying if she said that she never thought about having kids with him sometimes, but right now there was just too much going on. Of course she’d love to raise a kid with Patric someday, but it’d be too difficult right now. If the war ever cleared up, then maybe. But one of the worst things that could happen was if Patric accidentally got her pregnant. It wasn’t like she’s slept with anyone else, she couldn’t say it was some random guy’s. Claiming immaculate conception was probably more believable. 

Looking up at him, she took his hand and kissed his knuckles as he thought the idea over. “It’s safer for you in the Demonlands…” Lise started, biting her lip after in thought. “I couldn’t protect you so well if you were to get caught here. I’m not the King’s cousin, I don’t have that much power, love. But if I were to go there, you’d be completely safe and if someone caught me-…Well, I don’t know. They might not kill me if they wanted to use me for leverage or something…Maybe they’ll want information and keep me alive for that-” Gods, she hated talking about this right now, this was supposed to be a happy occasion. 

Shaking her head a little, she put that conversation aside and smiled up at him a little. “I wouldn’t be changing myself, love. My hair would just be dark. I’d still be me. I’d still love you. And besides, it might look good?” She grinned a little then led him to the kitchen, handing him a plate of food and a fork. “I hope you’re hungry. I realized that this would be our first dinner together, so I wanted to make it perfect. And I just finished a new book if you’d like to take it back home with you?”

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Patric removed his “disguise” and left his hooded coat by the front door. The house was indeed clean---spotless in fact---and a subtle aroma of lemon permeated the air behind the stronger scents of a cooked dinner. The last time he’d been here, Patric hadn’t given her any indication that he’d be arriving, but even then it had been a lovely home, in his mind. Too much space, perhaps, for one person, but not if that person was a Ser, and it wasn’t nearly as spacious as an entire castle with only a couple rooms occupied like Yartihn sometimes was. 

He did like to imagine a place perfect for the two of them, away from prying eyes. One day it could all happen, he hoped. For now, he tried not to dwell on their situation, though what Lise was saying was true. It still made the room feel colder, to talk like that. “I wouldn’t let anything happen to you,” he told her, but it still felt like an uncertain promise. Of course if he had the power to keep her safe, he would, but what if something happened and for some reason he wasn’t with her? Then she’d just be Ser Darkonie... who knew what they’d do if that was the case.

She smiled though, and the conversation they’d been having faded from his mind, replaced with trying to imagine her with dark hair---of course, she’d still be the loveliest woman he’d ever laid eyes on. “You would look amazing. If you want to do it---as long as it’s what you actually want,” he added for good measure, and glanced at the floor. He grinned a little. “It’d be---sort of hot on you.” Especially with the green of her eyes and her pale skin, it’d be nearly as striking as her silver hair (perhaps not the best idea for staying undercover, but surely she’d be less recognizable and if it made her safer, he couldn’t really object to the idea).

As they went into the kitchen, Patric’s stomach grumbled. He’d been so excited getting here, he hadn’t realized he was actually quite hungry. What she’d made smelled delicious, and he was impressed again at how she managed to be so good at so many things. “It is, perfect---I mean, I think so, anyway. I can’t think of anywhere I’d rather be right now, or anything I’d rather be doing. Which means it’s perfect, right?” His tone was light, it wasn’t a real question, there was no doubt that this was exactly what that word meant. “Oh, I’d love to take a look at it, if you’re done---also,” Patric reached into a small satchel he’d brought with him, and pulled out two books, laying them on the counter as he took his plate from Lise. “I found those in the library when I was last in HagaFosiel, I thought you might enjoy them.”

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A New Week | Patric and Bealish

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She smiled a little when he reached to brush that paint out of her hair. Luckily no one was watching. There was hardly even anyone in that small tavern- they were all outside. Patric was wearing another hood and Lise couldn’t help but wonder how many hoods he did have. Holding his hand under the counter, she looked just ecstatic to see him. She was beaming with happiness. His small squeeze of her hand wasn’t one of his famous bear hugs or those kisses he gave her that made her just melt, but this was okay too. It was a pity that they weren’t able to even hug in public. Even if the people didn’t know that he was who he was, they would still all be wondering who the Ser was with. 

Looking over at him with a big smile, she spoke up. “I missed you more than anything…And I feel bad that you keep having to sneak over here to see me. I’ll try to visit you some time, I promise,” the blonde said sweetly. It was such a vast difference between her personality with others and with Patric. She wasn’t nearly as open. But with Patric, she could talk with him for hours and curl up with him like in some romance novel. “I cleaned up the house for you and I have dinner ready if you haven’t eaten yet,” she said, not like her house really needed cleaning in the first place. 

If they didn’t leave right now, she probably wouldn’t be able from holding herself away from hugging him or kissing him any longer. “I know a shortcut, we’ll be there in three minutes,” Lise spoke, still holding his hand and walking out of the tavern. She was close enough so their hands were hidden between them. Leading him through a back road, they walked between buildings and on stone pathways until they finally reached her place. Her excitement was pretty obvious since she walked a little faster while traveling. 

Opening the door, she let him in before closing it again and greeting him properly by leaning up and kissing his lips, a small smile still on her lips. “Thank you for coming…I promise I’ll go to you next time.” Gods, that’d be difficult, but she felt bad having Patric come over like this twice already. “I have a few ideas on that…What if I changed my hair color? It’s so distinctive now, so what if I dyed it brown? I’d blend in, wouldn’t I?” she asked, biting her lip as she looked to him.

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Every inch of her radiated excitement, and Patric felt it too. The world bloomed back into all of its colours, and he hadn’t even realized how dull everything had been without Lise there. “I missed you, too,” he said, returning her smile. “And as for the trip,” he paused. “It’s worth it.” When she offered him dinner, he shook his head slightly and laughed, his heart light. “You’re amazing. You really do think of everything.”

She pulled him along out of the tavern and down a small side road. It seemed like she was in as much of a hurry as he was to be alone again, and his pulse was racing even before they stepped inside the door and she kissed him. He eagerly returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her up. The weight of her was next to nothing, and he couldn’t hold back, not after all the waiting. His kiss went from tender to passionate in the blink of an eye---but Patric caught himself and pulled back, letting her down again, gently. He kissed her once more, slowly and gently for good measure, his cheeks flushed. He wasn’t ready to let go of her quite yet, but leaned his forehead against hers and closed his eyes, sighing contentedly. “It’s awful how much I missed you.”

He opened his eyes again and blinked at her suggestion that she come to him next time. Uncertain, he shook his head. “I’m less---less well-known, it’s less likely we’ll be caught if I’m here.” Though if they did end up caught by someone, if they were in Demonlands territory he knew---or thought---he’d be able to keep her alive. Varamadras wouldn’t execute her, at the very least, would he? No... he had to believe that his cousin would keep the woman he loved from being killed, even if she was an enemy officer. If Patric was caught here though... they’d probably ransom him, try to use him to get something from his cousin. Not that they did that the first time around... what would stop them from just putting him back in the cabin? Patric felt his insides tighten, and tried to banish the memory before it took over completely, relaxing gradually as Lise continued to speak. He let her voice soothe him. 

All this talk of sneaking around made him uneasy, but her suggestion made him giggle. “You’ll never blend in,” he told her, kissing her forehead.”You’re too lovely---and please don’t feel you have to dye it, it’s your hair.” That didn’t feel like a good enough explanation but running his hand through her silver-white hair, he couldn’t imagine her wanting to cover it up. “I--I don’t want you to be less... you...just for me,” he finished lamely. He was sure that any way that she changed, he’d love it, but he didn’t want her to hide on his account more than she already needed to. 

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A New Week | Patric and Bealish

Festivals were not her favorite events. She preferred to stay home and watch fireworks from her window or observe people throw paint of each other from the safety of her own house. This time was different though. Her and Patric have been planning this visit for a while, and the day was finally here. The last time he visited her city, they spent the night in bed together and he stayed for a week after that. Now, Lise didn’t know his schedule this time, but she hoped he could stay for a while since they haven’t seen each other in a while. 

After cleaning up her home- not that it needed much cleaning in the first place- she set the books he first let her borrow on the table in the living room. Bealish was always excited when Patric came over, but then again who wouldn’t be? They were in love with each other, yet they still couldn’t see each other like real couples could. She was going to take what time she could get with him though. 

Six in the afternoon near the tavern by a supply shop- that was where they were meeting. Last time, Patric nearly got beat up by some man he accidentally bumped in to and Bealish had to give the guy that deathly glare of hers. Hopefully that didn’t happen again. Looking in the mirror, she ran a hand through her hair to smooth it down before leaving for that tavern…She didn’t take into account the festival goers when she left. 

Arriving at the tavern and waiting, her blonde hair was splattered with a variety powdered paints. Standing there, she looked like the victim of some rainbow drive by, but she still kept her straight posture and professionalism…At least until Patric came. When he arrived, she knew she’d be an excited mess- like some puppy whose owner came back from work or something. 

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Normally, Patric would have dreaded the arrival of another festival, though this one was more to his liking because it was less fights in the streets and more fireworks and bright colours. But even with the crowds milling about, his heart felt lighter. Everything he noticed reminded him that he was going to see Lise, his Lise. And the festival was different here, too. 

He was nervous, of course, about being in Betechem again. The possibility of being caught and his excitement about seeing Bealish were struggling for control over which got to make him more nervous---right now, excitement was in the lead, and the clamour of voices in the street faded to background noise when he caught sight of the tavern. The hood he wore now was lighter than the one he’d had the first time he’d been here, but he still kept it low over his face as he pushed the door open and entered. Scanning the crowd inside, he saw her bright hair and a jolt of joy ran through him, a mixture of love and pride and desire that only she could cause.

Coming up to her, Patric kept from running but he couldn’t keep the grin from emerging, the same grin he’d been wearing as he wandered the halls of the castle in Yartihn, or ventured into the streets. It appeared whenever he thought of her, or of them, like it had its own agenda and could come and go whenever. “Lise---” he said softly, his eyes trapped instantly by hers the moment their gazes met.

Patric noticed the paint that had gotten caught in her hair, and his hand moved up, ready to brush some of it away before he remembered they were still in public. He shook his head and gave a little laugh, then lowered his hand. It would have been sad that they had to meet like this, only Patric found now that he was beside her again, he couldn’t feel anything but happiness. He moved closer to her, and reached for her hand under the cover of the tavern counter. His fingers found hers, and he gave a gentle squeeze, knowing she would recognize it for what it was, a substitute for the real embrace he’d be free to give her when they were alone again.

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You make my Heart Flutter || Patric & Bealish

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Lise stayed close to him when he pulled her in, sighing as he leaned his head against hers. Ever since she was a kid, she’s wanted that perfect person to spend the rest of her life with. Never did she think that she’d have a job that made that dream painfully difficult. Bealish was known as the person who bossed people around and yelled a lot. She wanted to be respected, so she never showed the side of her that she showed around Patric…Actually, Patric was the only person who saw that side of her. It was strictly reserved for him. 

She wanted to run away with him. She wanted to go somewhere that they’d be safe from both sides of the war. Where no one would find them. She loved her job, but she just loved Patric more. This fact took her a whole week to admit to herself, but it was true. Patric was the most important thing in her life, but she still had responsibilities to her King. Yes, she loved Patric more than anything, but she couldn’t leave her work and disappear with the cousin of the Demon Lord. Two sets of search teams would be out looking for them, it’d be impossible to hide. 

As he spoke to her, she sighed and just listened to his voice, knowing that she’d have to go without that beautiful sound for days, maybe even weeks or months after they parted again. “I wish I could see you too…endlessly…That we could find a way out of this and just live some place away from everything. And we could stay in bed all day and read books and talk and then we could cook dinner together and talk some more, and-…And we could just do whatever we wanted because nothing and no one is holding us back…”

When he kissed her head, she wrapped her arms around him. “And I also I wish we could meet some place warmer…” she muttered, hiding her face on his neck. “I’m just cold…and we can’t meet in either of our homes and I hate it…” Lise kissed his jaw then looked back up at him with a small smile. Patric deserved to be somewhere that was warm and that was inside, like some nice hotel or inn or something. 

Snuggling closer to Patric, she kissed his neck then rested her head on his shoulder. “I just want to go and run away with you.” She stayed quiet for a few moments, just taking some time to think about all of this. “I just want to stay with you…I love you, Patric…”

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Patric wrapped his hands all around her, interlocking his fingers with hers to pull her even closer to her. She even smelled so good, so warm, just like home, the home he wanted to have, the home he wanted to expand. He wanted Bealish to be his home, too, together with Misha and Varamadras, wanted to be with her for forever. Take her name, break the curse... have children that would become home, too. Home, and family. 

The Demon closed his eyes and imagined all the things Lise had just explained to him, the things she imagined, too. Really, even after all this time, he still couldn't believe that the stunning star he had to talk to hadn't rejected him, that she had been with him, that she fell in love with him, just like he fell head over heels. That Lise was still with him, even though their relationship was so... difficult. Not because of them, but because of their employers, the war, the multiple hours of distance between them... the secrecy most of all.

"Imagine we were just citizens, with no worries but to not have our homes conquered. Imagine how perfect our lives would be, how hot our love would burn if we really were free to love each other like we can right now. It would consume us.", Patric said into her ear quietly, resting their heads together.

Her kiss on Patric's neck send shivers all over his body, and suddenly he wanted to touch her again, touch and love her as if there was nothing else in the whole world. It hurt him so bad to hear those words, because oh Lord, he wanted to run away with her, too. But he couldn't. It wouldn't end good for her, or him, but if either of them died, Patric knew that living on without this big joy in their lives that they were to each other, he might as well be back in the cabin in the woods.

"I wish I was free to just run away with you, but.... but..."

He didn't dare to speak it out loud. Instead, he turned to her with warm, but so sad eyes and kissed her. Patric tried to put all of his love, and all of his longing and feelings and despair into the kiss and when their lips parted, he stroked her cheek gently. "I love you, too, Lise. I will stay with you for forever."

His heart beat faster, but he knew, with nothing else to give her, Patric wanted this. "I have a way to warm you up... if you're ready for it. If you won't be scared.", he said gently, his skin already reddening.

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Do you think of yourself as having been a victim?

Patric looked at the letter and suddenly felt guilty. The answer came so easy to him, and yet, he felt like there was an answer leaving him as a good being and one that made him selfish and ridiculous.

But he felt like a victim so often - a victim of the WoodElves, a victim of ill-fated love, a victim of the curse of his family name.

I... I do feel like that... often, yes. But I know I shouldn't.