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The streets of Old Sharlayan were still busy even around Midnight. The sky colored a wonderful wall of blinking stars while people were celebrating their new regeined freedom. The compined smell of hope and future was all around.
The events that happened the last few days and the final battles on this special day would be remembered for a long time for sure. Not every day an apocalypse is threatening and hanging above like the permanent Sword of Damocles.
The joy was unbelievable when the adventurer friends set their foot again to the city of wise men and scholars, more or less unharmed, a few hours ago.
People from all over the world greeted their return frenetically. Many hands were shaken, words exchanged, eaten and drunk until exhaustion gradually spread among the comrades and they gradually parted ways.
Now it was only Y'sthola still enjoying the last drops of good wine in the same small harbor restaurant where the friends stayed a few days earlier, before leaving for Ultima Thule. A fresh breeze blew around her nose, just closing her eyes for a brief moment. The Miqo'te couldn't rest yet anyway. Her thoughts and feelings were still too turbulent.
Y'sthola fingers slowly ran down the stem of the wineglass. She sharpened her ears, soaked in all surroundings. A heavy burden slowly vanished for good.
In the distance on the harbor promenade she noticed the fine silhouette of aether of someone, who thoughtlessly gave her the greatest fear today and thus awakened feelings in her that she had not dared to classify and evaluate until now.
Now or never.
Without further ado she called the waiter and ordered another glass and bottle of wine.
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The Warrior of light, J'acob, had renounced all celebrations early on. His battered body was crying out for a well-deserved rest and his wounds from the previous fights still needed some time to fully heal. The necessary rest he longed for however never reached his body. He had already retired to his room but again and again his thoughts circled in an endless loop around the events of this day. The selfless sacrifices of his friends, the deep pain of loss that comes with it.
Grief.
Powerlessness.
Lonliness.
Despair.
And a missed chance of love with feelings so deep buried ... it hurt.
J'acob decided it was the best to get some needed fresh air, clearing his head. A little later he found himself sitting on the promenade of Old Sharlayan harbor. How he loved to look at the sea. The sound of the waves carried his thoughts into the distance for a tiny moment until ...
„May I?", the male Miqo‘te was snapped out by a familiar voice. He looked up. Y'stolas bright hair strands danced like golden threads in the wind and moonlight while her dark outfit was enveloped by the night. She was beautiful. Elegant.
„Sure."
Y'sthola sat down next to him, so close, that he could feel the warmth of her body radiating through the fabric of his clothes. She handed him the second glass of wine and poured both of them.
„Feels like a miracle that we still have the opportunity to sit together after today. I am relieved. Here's a toast to you, J'acob."
The male raised the glass, never taking his eyes off her. „To you!"
„I ... I thought...," Y'sthola cleared her throat. „We thought we lost you." A little pause while she eyed him. „You know you could have died? Actually you were dead." Fear lay in her icy white eyes and open terror swayed in her trembling voice. „I meant it earlier, my poor little heart couldn't have take it."
J'acob chose his answer carefully. „It is too late to apologize now, isn't it? I didn't plan any of this. Meteion's sisters would have destroyed everything and everyone. I couldn't allow that. Sending you back was the only option. You were safe. And if I had failed, you still would have had the opportunity to end it all. And ... that moment out there alone with Zenos, I was thirsty for this fight and for his blood. I won't lie. I didn't think about consequences. Head to head. It was the right time for Zenos, for me. A worthy end was what we both aimed for."
Y'sthola came closer and took his right hand in her own left. J'acob could feel how nervous she was.
„I was scared. When you were transfered back, with no breathe, no sign of life my heart stopped."
A single tear ran down her cheek that is why his breathing was harsh as he first set his own wineglass aside, then picked up hers to set it next to it. A smile tugged at his lips, his white fangs glinting ever so slightly in the moonlight. He took her face in his hands, gently wiped away the single tear with his thumb.
„I am really sorry. I didn't realize until today how much you ... my ... my friends care."
With every word J'acob said his breath gently covered her lips. He had lust in his eyes, the female Miqo‘te could sense it. A pleasant warmth spread slowly through her veins and the urge to be closer to him.
But neither of them dared to overstep this intimate moment of togetherness. Too fresh and tender and insecure were their burgeoning feelings for each other. They had been friends for so long, if only they had known they shared these feelings for each other for just as long.
J'acob traced his thumb again and again over her cheek although the tear had already dried . As he then shifted his finger a little bit so that he touched her lower lip oh so tender Y'sthola caught her breath in surprise. Her white eyes lingered on his mouth, ready to taste the sweetness of his soft lips. And with that she was the first to give in to her feelings, her desire to touch him was meanwhile unbearable.
The female carefully nipped at the outer seem of his lower lip, waiting for his reaction to it.
A low satisfied groan escaped him. So she opened her mouth slightly and sucked in his sensitive flesh. Her hot tongue pushes out in a dancing way ready to explore the unknown.
„Maybe", J'acob managed to say between their more and more increasingly wild tongue play „let's take this to somewhere private. Shall we?"
Y'sthola nooded shy, cheeks reddened, lips swollen.
The male Miqo‘te offered her a hand to get off. Both were smiling on their way leaving the two glasses and one bottle of red wine behind in the moonlight.
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First chapter done. Thanks for reading.