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She put up with his petulance, and really? That was all Arjay ever needed very much. He'd make his displeasure known, and if that wasn't treated as childish or irrelevant? Well, he was fairly terrible at maintaining ill feelings. As she conceded matters (or failed to throw them in his face, at least), he felt his ire slipping, pushed aside by the very strong desire to see just what her clothes were hiding from him.

"I'm quite open to most any species," Arjay mused, taking advantage of her new proximity to idly lay a kiss under her navel. "The ones that aren't trying to rape and pillage our villages have quite a large priority, though. Those on my world weren't born from or turned from humans, please bear in mind."

He playfully batted her hand away when she tried to help him undress her. The zipper, honestly, was more of a novelty for him coming from his world, but he'd been in the Hub long enough to be familiar with it as well. Did his hands necessarily have to run over her skin so much as they dragged the thick fabric down her body? No, they didn't, but she didn't really have a reason to deny him that liberty, now, did she?

"Oh, I like winning too, my dear," Arjay said, his hands clasping behind her back, pulling her farther into his lap, peering up at her face while he lit his lips brush idly at her chest while he spoke. "I won't, however, make you feel like a fool when and if I do." It was very hard to feel any issue with how things had gone when she was now sitting naked in his lap. He shifted, not really wanting to move her off of him at all, but managing to squirm enough to rid himself of his underclothes at her urging, that being quite in line with his desires for the night.

"It would appear," he mused, scraping his teeth lightly over her collarbone, "That we don't have a clear winner. I suppose we'll just have to reward each other until we feel that whoever the mystery winner is has been compensated, won't we?" His fingers played up her spine, twirling into her hair, before he pulled her head down to his, kissing her deeply and eagerly. Idly, he mused to himself that for all intents and purposes, this was a new body that had only been here for the past few weeks, which meant that there was a reasonable chance that technically, he was her second first.
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Queth smirked and tangled her hand in the silver locks now at her waist, before tugging them backwards to force him to look upwards. "And I don't hold it against every human that those of their kind in my world like to kill my kin." As he knocked her hands away, she laughed slightly. "And I imagine my relationship with them is much more similar to yours with your drow. Knowing that save for one pivotal moment, I could have been them." She offered softly. Queth reached up to tuck a lock behind her pointed ear- the specific one of which had a notable scar that deformed the top edge.

A scar that turned in a slightly rounded motion before ending. A crook in the otherwise smooth line of her ear- where she had been forced to staple the two pieces back together and continue with the job she was doing.

She smirked at him, tugging at his hair again playfully. "Doesn't mean it's not worth going out and finding the ones worth knowing."

Feeling him wiggling underneath her was not inspiring her to move to remove her own clothes. Not in the slightest- especially when she could argue that they didn't really need to be gone per say. Just shifted if she were being honest, and she wasn't feeling particularly patient-

But if he was going to squirm out of his underthings she may as well make it slightly easier. Taking advantage of her height long legs, she moved from sitting to kneeling with one leg on either side of him. Giving ample clearance for clothing removal for him- and for her....

Well screw panties. They were cheap. She tore hers off with a single smooth tug of her robotic hand, tossing the shreds off to the side somewhere before returning to her seat. She grinned at him as she wiggled herself, turning the motion back on him while she hummed. "Oh please Arjay. You may be smart- but even taking mildly educated guesses, I was beating you easily. I still had my socks, my bra, my panties- you were down to one piece of fabric. If you think I've paid so little attention to what you've said that you think you may have won." She allowed him to tug her down for a kiss, even as her back bent unflatteringly to accommodate the action. "Then, you, handsome, were very sorely mistaken."

Running her fingers slowly up his arm, she smirked slightly. "I am however, more than content to reward you for sheer effort." Pressing forward until there was about as much skin to skin contact as she could manage, Queth's grin didn't diminish even slightly as her other hand started trailing up his leg. "And I would be remiss if I didn't give as much effort in return."

If she knew what he was thinking, she might be offended at the implication. It may have been an accurate one, but offended nonetheless. She was a perfectly acceptable 88 years old and she was hardly a virgin. Even if okay technically this version of her hadn't existed when she had been in her last relationship temporally.

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As she pulled on his hair to direct his gaze up, the smoldering in his eyes this time had nothing to do with irritation. "I'd imagine that not every human does so," he said, bemusement apparentin in his voice. "The number of orcs who don't want to rape and pillage my kind, humans, everyone aside from them, is something like one in every ten thousand if I'm being generous. I've certainly never met one." He peered up at her ear, remembering his own scars that would have been a testament to his interactions with the drow like she mentioned. "I have been friends with a Drow... to my everlasting regret."

Well if she were going to rip clothes off, she could have just saved him the trouble and torn his off, too. That was quite a bit of writhing and rubbing that went into it... or maybe she just hadn't wanted that to stop. That was entirely possible, he supposed... Ah well.

"Well, if we're going to play it like that, I suppose that means that you're the one who needs to be rewarded." He stood up, lifting her and playfully depositing her on the table (which was sturdy enough and well-balanced enough for the task, he knew how to tell such things). Oh, he wanted rather badly to know what the girl could do, but Queth in many ways was an enigma to him. He honestly couldn't tell if he was within her general range of tastes. He wouldn't forgive himself if he didn't put in the effort to make her at least consider that this was a rendezvouz that she wanted to repeat in the future.

"After all," he mused as he kissed her hip, briefly pressing his tongue against it, "We don't have any shortage of time, and I wouldn't want to rush myself and miss getting acquainted to some part of you." He shot a mischievous look up her body and began trailing his lips down her thigh. THere was a slight tingle of magic about as he cast a few spells that cleaned the both of them off from the general wear of the day, but that was more than likely lost amidst the tease of his tongue on her inner thigh.
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Queth hummed lightly, stroking her hand down the side of his face. "For all you know, could there not be huge colonies of orcs hiding away from the world? Could those orcs not be hiding from their murderous kin? Or the expectations of the rest of your realm that all of them need to die?" She offered as an alternate theory. "Your world is not so easily connected as mine is. It's easier to hide away."

She leaned forward and pressed her forehead to his. "I knew the woman who did this to me. She was a friend once." She heaved a sigh slightly. "In my other life, she was the person behind the bombing that killed my family and destroyed me. In this life, I killed her."

Her honesty was harsh on her own throat, causing her to nearly choke on the sensation, even as she leaned back and let him navigate along her skin, pulling his face forward to nestle between the small hills of her breasts.

She laughed as he lifted her up, stretching back along the table. Queth was momentarily amused that he had so easily located a table long enough for her to stretch her arms out on, before he was moving downwards.

Part of her was tempted to complain that she was having fun exploring- but he was right. They had no shortage of time, besides which... She wasn't without options. While she wished he was within reach of her hands, she did have very long legs.

Queth shifted into his hold, trailing her toes along his chest until he reached his target- and she reached hers. Some men didn't like feet, others did. Arjay seemed like he was at least willing to try most things and- well. The only benefit of having big feet was that hers were remarkably dexterous.

"Oh I understand that. I'd hardly wish to - ah- rush you."

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There comes a point when Arjay knew that it was best to not to try to answer… and mostly, that meant that he knew she’d want him to keep his lips occupied with the task they’d found on her skin. Admittedly, that idea was partly inspired by the fact that he was very interested in continuing his exploration of her body, and the lips were the most sensitive part of the body. What better way to continue exploring was there? He could certainly think of none.

Untold time, three scandalized late night customers, and a quick portal out of the room later, the two found themselves in a comfortable tangle reclining in the hot water of one of the more shallow pools in the baths. The wood beneath them was worn comfortably smooth, the waterfall feeding the pool kept the water stirring around them, and their wine floated on a magic disk at the surface. That, and a companion who enjoyed being pressed against him as much as he was enjoying idly continuing his bodily explorations, was all that was needed for a pleasant stay down in the baths as far as Arjay was concerned.

“You know,” he mused, setting his wine back on the floating disk after draining half the refilled glass, “To all outside observation here, the body that you’re in has only existed for a few weeks. In that case…” He shot her a wickedly mischievous smirk. “Do I get to ask you how your second first time was?”

After letting things settle from her reply, he found himself idly sliding his fingertips along her hip, exploring the contours of her body as they talked. “I feel I need to offer an answer, since I let myself get a bit carried away with our activities right when you asked a particularly possibly contentious question. In answer to your question about the orcs of my world… no, no I don’t.” He offered her a weak little shrug. “There are some that offer themselves up as grunt labor in armies that aren’t particularly evil, but by and large… I believe that you have to understand the importance of the gods in my world to really fathom it. The orcish gods call for their people to fight, be strong, be ruthless, and to kill their enemies. You can know a lot about a people by the gods they worship… or at least, about their society. There will always be heretics and black sheep among a people… I should know, I’m one among my people, or so many would say.” He took another sip of wine. “Also, my world is not so disconnected as that. While information might not be as easily accessed as in yours, I’ll admit, it’s not so easy to hide if someone has a reason to find you. Magic takes the place of technology there… and the devout followers of the orcish gods would have quite a reason to find what would amount to such a weak tribe. They would be considered quite easy prey, with no support from their priests, they could be conquered easily, and their women taken by the greatest warriors of the conquerers.” He shrugged. “I’d like to believe you were right, but in my world it simply doesn’t seem to hold true.”
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Queth wouldn't have minded too greatly if Arjay had stopped his roaming in order to continue conversing. Sex was great, really, but it was also little more than physical pleasure in most cases. She was more than capable of getting herself off, she wasn't in any great need for someone else to do it for her. But, she knew they had time to chat later, so there was no good reason not to take their time and be thorough. Even if she wanted to argue that he hardly needed his mouth free in order to converse. Maybe telepathic conversations were more rare in his universe.

She was almost disappointed with how few people were scandalized by what they saw. Not that it mattered, she simply let it go and enjoyed her bath. Or, as much as she could anyways. Arjay had chosen one of the more shallow baths, and Queth was a little uncomfortable trying to fold her body to get as much of the water as she could. Eventually she gave up, accepting her lot in life, with the majority of her torso out of the water.

Queth kicked Arjay automatically at his question. "Now that you've asked it in that manner? Mediocre." She offered despite her exasperated laugh. "And besides, that was hardly my second first time. I've changed species before, and replaced the majority of my body with metal- at best this is my fourth first time." Queth offered with a wink.

She reached out to swipe her glass of wine, sipping contentedly while she twisted slightly to give Arjay better access to her hip where he was tracing her skin. Queth frowned slightly at his reply.

"If you say so. I guess it's just hard for me to understand. Elves in my world can get kind of ostracized- the humans don't like us because we're too metahuman, and the metahumans don't like us because we're too similar to humans." She absentmindedly began playing with Arjay's hair, tugging lightly on the few knots in order to loosen them. "But I'm particularly inhuman in appearance. Too skinny and too tall to pass- so metahumans have always been kinder to me than those who didn't goblinize." Queth shrugged and offered her companion a smile.

"You should come to my world sometime. Orcs and trolls tend to be pretty fun to hang out with. The shorter lifespans just mean they pack so much more into the time they do have."

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“Liar,” Arjay said in his most lighthearted, innocent voice, once the word ‘mediocre’ had passed her lips. “Although yes, I’ll concede that little correction.” He almost started trying to figure out the timing on the body replacements and such and when the time-correction had happened to figure out if it might technically be her second third first time, but decided that belaboring the point would just be tedious. He’d made her laugh, that had really been the only point here.

“I suppose I can see how that might happen… I’d submit that it might change significantly a couple generations down, though. Our greatest advantage in world politics ends up being our longevity and our collective experience, but on your world they haven’t been able to develop that benefit yet. Generally, on my world we get ostracized for being smugly superior and self righteous. Which, to be completely fair, is quite often deserved.” He considered it a moment, then shrugged. “Oh, and the humans like to say that we’re effeminate because we don’t grow beards. Well, the men do, at least. I’ve not had a woman really feel the need to say I wasn’t enough of a man, but I tend to get it a bit easier than many of our People for the simple reason that I do my best not to be a self righteous pain in the arse.”

He was a bit longer considering her suggestion regarding her world than he might have been. “Honestly it’s mostly the food that I think I’d have the most problem with. From everything I’ve heard, I’d think that I could make a small fortune sending fresh fruits there, but I’m sure that there’s some exaggeration going on.” He shrugged. “Perhaps I should. I’m not sure if I’d be obligated to be a missionary if I went there, granted. A whole planet where the elves don’t know the gods?” he chuckled, shaking his head. “For that matter, you ought to come to my world and see what the more magical side of the mirror has to offer.”
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Queth grinned at the elf's assessment. He wasn't wrong, and it was with that in mind that she twisted to straddle his lap, tilting her glass to her lips to hold some of the liquid in her mouth before darting forwards and sharing it in the most enjoyable way possible. Leaning back to set her glass down, she ran her thumb against his skin and collected the drop rolling from the corner of Arjay's mouth. Licking the wine off her digit, she purred before rolling away to sit against the bench herself once more. "I believe I said that it was mediocre now that you had asked that question. Not that it had been mediocre before then."

She hummed thoughtfully at his words. She pursed her lips, feeling rather like she'd bitten into a lemon expecting a strawberry. "The only group that is not a couple generations past the change now are-" She paused, waving at them with a sigh. "It's been 67 years. There are humans who have retired and have never known a world without my kind. It will take a few centuries before real change happens, and that's only if the dragons and immortal elves can come to a consensus on that."

She smirked at the effeminate comment. "In my world, a man would cut his hair short to deny that. But they don't accuse us too much of femininity. Sure they call us 'fairies,' because we're pretty but ah. The ones we get most are 'knife-eared freaks,' 'dandelion' or 'daisy eaters' Because obviously we have perfect control over what our bodies can process in terms of food, 'tree hugger' or 'fucker' depending on the crudeness of the speaker, And, a personal favourite of mine."

She tapped her arm where the comm lay under her false skin, projecting an image of a very old advertisement. "Keeb, short for Keebler. Because obviously all of us live in trees and bake cookies for good girls and boys."

Paying attention to his words, she waved her hand at him. "A- it's damn near impossible to tell soy from natural- and if you have enough money, you can get anything. The enchantments you can make could net you a fortune in my world."

She did hum at his suggestion before sitting up straight and offering her his hand to shake. "You have a deal good sir. You can take me on an adventure in your world- and I get to take you on one in mine."

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Arjay gave a bemused smile as she climbed atop him, letting his hands slide slowly up from her hips, his thumbs teasing over her ribs. See? Mediocre indeed. He kissed her deeply, the bite of the wine mingling in their mouths until he let her sit back up again, enjoying the rather scenic view up her slender body. “It made you laugh,” he pointed out with a shrug and a carefree grin, as if that was all that really mattered… and really, to him, it was. Or at least in the afterglow it was.

She had a point about the length of time on her world, but he knew she was only seeing part of the picture. “Give it time, dear. Collective experience is something that can only be acquired after a few centuries… although I can’t say that I’m happy to know it will happen. Right now, your people are still tied to their origin, they still remember being human.” He paused, considering that, then shrugged. “I can see several ways the matter could develop, but your situation is rather strange to me. In my world, matters don’t tend to develop without some sort of religious influence. I’m sure that sounds… quaint or misguided, to put it politely, but it’s quite natural there. We have empirical evidence regarding what our afterlife is like, and no one wants to risk theirs. It gives the faiths much more power than they have on the Earth worlds that I’ve seen. On your world…” He shrugged a bit. “I can see too many possibilities to guess. All I can say for sure is that change will come.”

“Oh, that’s right, they do use ‘knife-ears’ on your world, too, don’t they!” he said, grinning. “Although ‘tree fucker’ is one that’s generally reserved for druids. Not necessarily elves… though I’m sure it’s one my mother has heard quite a bit.” He paused, considering it. “Although I have heard stories of angry druids awakening some trees and setting them upon people to do precisely that. I suppose that may be one way that the name came to be.”

The illusion she showed him, though, was fascinating for all of its inaccuracies. “Do they not know the difference between elves and gnomes on your world?” he asked, somewhat incredulous. “Not that I don’t live in a tree, granted, but that doesn’t even look remotely like an elf. Not to mention that baking in trees on that scale is… well, let’s just leave it at ‘counterproductive’ and avoid getting into a discussion of fire-suppression enchantments.”

The idea of having an adventure, or even just a trip, to his world with some of his new friends was something that had been on his mind quite often lately, to be honest. The time on his world ran strangely compared to in the Hub, but Highharvestide was approaching rapidly. That wasn’t exactly an adventure, granted… “I’ll need to see what needs doing back on my world. I’m sure that there’s some wrong that needs to be righted or some dragon that needs slaying. Much younger dragons than you’re accustomed to, mind you,” he added for her benefit. The idea of all the dragons being thousands of years old… well, it was a troublesome thought indeed. It was small wonder that they were considered godlike where they were known on her world. Of course, it did beg the question of whether there were some that were simply not so old and therefore were not declaring themselves openly, but she’d know better than he would, for all his ‘educated’ guesses.
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Were Queth one to be easily wooed, she was quite certain that the words Arjay offered would have had her heart fluttering. The feeling she did get from it however was far less pleasant. A cold, damp, hollow sensation. She knew those words. She knew the song and dance of the man who was happy just to make her laugh. Even if she had made peace with her ex, the wounds he had left her no less real. She winced at Arjay's words. "Don't. Please." She offered simply, not wanting to darken the mood with explanations.

They were both over a century. Arjay was over two, if she remembered correctly. The point being that it wasn't really possible to not have a skeleton or two in your closet by that point. You had to learn to ignore them.

She shook her head at his words. "Not Quaint. I may not personally subscribe to a religious dogma, but in my world, our powers are brought forth from belief. We bring spirits and sprites into existence through the sheer force of trusting that they exist. I will not be surprised to see Deities arise from my world. My question isn't whether it will or won't happen. Rather, how long will it take for enough belief to congregate into something beyond our understanding?" Queth mused, much preferring this topic to the idle flirting that had edged just slightly too close to her past.

"Yeah, didn't I tell you about my cousin who got his ear replaced with a literal knife? When a humanis asshole cut off the point." She shook her head idly at his follow up statement, her long hair whipping droplets of liquid up as she did so. "For a long time the whole of our mythologies were mixed enough that there were few concrete opinions on what the species looked like. Accurate descriptions only truly came back into popularity a few decades before the change."

She shrugged before following up with an image of her house in Tir Tairngire. "I'm renting the place out for the time being but." She spun the tree around, making the building in it's branches even more apparent. "It's still a lot of work to hollow out a tree and keep it alive, so there's more building on top of them than in. This is my home."

There were things to be said for every type of architecture, from the rustic style that Arjay's world preferred, to the chrome and glass that so many earths turned to. She still thought that her time spent using magic to grow wires and lights into her tree was worthwhile. The perfect marriage of natural and technological- her dream home.

She did shiver instinctively at the word Dragon. She huffed slightly before leveling a dark look at him. "Remind me to set up a meeting with a Dragon for you. In a couple decades when our appointment arrives, you can see exactly why the mere word is enough to inspire terror in many dwellers of my realm." Queth offered drily, tossing back her wine to burn out the instinctual nerves she was hit with at the thought of even daring to challenge such a being. Her nose wrinkled at the aftertaste of the thought, even if she did quite enjoy the wine. "No, if we meet a dragon, I'd much rather do it a distance, thank you very much."

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Arjay smiled sadly at her rebuke, not for any hurt he felt at it, but for the obvious reason behind it. “It’s… funny, almost,” he mused. “I’m granted the ability to heal without scarring, anyone who gets to have a good look can look for hours and not find a single nick on my skin that they didn’t just inflict themselves. It feels like such a… hollow gift to have. Those are hardly the scars that ever bothered me. I can see… other scars, on everyone, if I care to look, and those hurt so much worse.”

He leaned over, pressing a kiss along the curve of her neck, taking some of the sting out of the last little exchange. He certainly wasn’t bothered by her request, nor was he adverse to letting the conversation turn a bit deeper than the relatively trivial matters they let themselves usually discuss. “Love is a choice,” he said, “Or so I’ve been told. If it is a choice, it’s one I’ve so very often found myself unable to choose against. I can look at someone and, with possibly a bit of effort and searching, find the beauty in them, find the attraction of them, find that thing that can make you ache to have them, know them, know them down to their soul, not just for some silly midsummer’s fleeting passion. I’ve poured myself into endeavors like that… and each time, it ends up slipping through my fingers for one reason or another. My wife was murdered by someone I thought a friend. One couldn’t bring herself to let us help her, and ended up in a fight to the death, alone, against a man she knew she couldn’t defeat on her own. Some have been hurt and walked away, but usually… usually they simply find what they needed from me, then leave where their path diverges from mine.” He smiled, more than a little sadness in it, and sighed. “Like Luthien.”

He shook his head, moving along. “If nothing else, it’s helped me learn what my limits are, what to expect, to not expect things to go farther and when they inevitably won’t. And you, my dear?” He kissed her shoulder again, “Let’s not fool ourselves. You aren’t that infatuated with me, or looking for what I might be able to offer.” For that matter, he’d already spotted quite a few deeply held views they both had that would make anything between them… difficult, to say the least, but there wasn’t a reason to dwell on that. “But not every love needs to be soul-deep, nor does it make it pointless if it isn’t. There is still comfort to be found, joy to be found, and yes… laughter.” He smiled wistfully. “I am, at least, infallibly good at that, for all of my faults. Being able to smile is important, and being able to brighten someone’s day, even momentarily? I take my uses where I find them.”

He slipped his arms around her, pulling her a bit closer, something of a squeeze of apology in the gesture even as his tone grew a bit more serious. “I might come off the ever-amorous fop who thinks with his trousers, and might even wear that role well when it suits, but please don’t think for a moment that it means that I take lightly, at all, the intimacy we find in a night shared like this, either the fact that it exists or how important it can be… even when so many people do their best to try to ignore it completely.”

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The mention of their once friend had Queth sighing, the tension leaving her shoulders in the most melancholy of ways. It was enough to well and truly spell out for her how true Arjay's pain was. That he wasn't spouting pretty nonsense to try and comfort her. She twisted a piece of his hair around her finger, not quite able to look him in the eyes. "Should I apologize then for being so transparent? I do care for you in a way that I would describe as love. Just- not in the passionate consuming fashion of the word. Rather in the way that I want what's best for you. We both know that is not me."

Queth hummed lightly, biting her lip for a moment before reaching back into the pile of belongings that had been unceremoniously deposited on the floor nearby. Carefully she pulled the necklace from it, the one that she carried more often than she wore, though she was getting better about it. Pulling the ring free from the chain, she offered it in her palm for Arjay to examine. "I had this incredible boyfriend when I was human. The day that I turned, he dressed me in his nicest clothes, and then took me to a place where we could buy new ones. He waited with me while we got them tailored to fit- He was a good guy."

She smiled in a forlorn fashion. "He proposed to me, and I didn't hesitate. We were going to have a life together. But the world didn't want that for us. Because we don't get mixed children in our world- any child of ours would have been born human- And I would have seen them age and die long before I did- or they would have been born an elf, and he wouldn't live to see them grow up." Twisting her fingers awkwardly she shrugged. "It wasn't a huge surprise to anyone when he left me for a human woman."

She looked him in the eyes then. "Least of all me. This lifetime I made a sort of peace with him- but he died just before I came to the hub the first time."

Queth smiled softly at him, and blinked the tears away from her eyes. "Sorry, but it's why I try not to get too romantic with my flirtations. I don't think you're a fop- but I'm not just frigid. I can do sexual but- Not everyone bounces back as well as you do."

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“And I love you,” he answered, “In much the same way. It lightens my heart to see you able to smile now, to be able to feel now. I know that it would be incredibly bad for us if we tried to be more for each other. Sometimes things grow into each other, and sometimes things are simply meant to be as they are. Mind you…” He smirked a little, stretching out demonstratively along her body, “I have no complaints about the way things are. Some people are meant to be your great love, some are not, but no one can be all things to a person. We need our confidants, our shelters from worry, our guidance, our support… remove too many of the people we need and things get very stressful.”

Her tale was sad, and if he had to admit it, depressingly predictable. “Many of our people on my world won’t admit it,” he said, “But much of the reason that we tend to isolate ourselves from the younger races is the simple fact that they die too quickly, leaving us too many hurts too quickly in our lives for anyone’s tastes. It’s particularly true with lovers. I’ve heard people joke about how strange it is that I don’t have an army of half-blooded children across the realm… the truth is that that would hurt even more. In a way it’s a blessing that your world doesn’t produce half-elves. They outlive their human parent, they don’t come close to living as long as their elven parent… it’s by all accounts a lonely life, lonelier than ours can be, and we would still know the pain of outliving our children.” He shook his head, sighing quietly.

“I could tell you a lot of things about what happened to you, but they wouldn’t really help. They like to say that love overcomes all, but it isn’t true, not really. Love survives everything that life throws at it, yes, if we wish it to, but the problems that it faces remain, and can hurt us freshly every day. The only real consolation that we have when we’re hurt that badly is that we know that we were loved. The fact that we lost does not take away from that, it means that we can love, and that we can be loved, and that both can happen again if we let them.” He smiled a little, shaking his head. “And it’s a hollow consolation, really, when there are so many other things we can think that feel more real, like how unfair it is, like how we can blame ourselves for it, like how love must not be worth the pain…” His smile now didn’t reach his eyes as he looked back up at her. He leaned in, and proved that kisses could feel sad before he continued. “I don’t bounce back well either. Some loves… well, if they’re brief, if they didn’t reach too deeply, it’s easier to push through, look again, but the ones that really get inside you, the ones that know you down to your soul, for good or ill?” He shook his head. “There have been times that I haven’t even recognized myself. It has taken quite a bit of experience, an enormous amount of very hard-learned faith, and a certain sense of emotional masochism to finally be able to push on in anything resembling a healthy manner.”

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Queth was hardly against the stretching and posturing that Arjay did as he spoke. It inspired her to softly rake her nails along the front of his chest, tracing his muscles while humming an agreement. "And sometimes we just need a friend who can offer us an outlet for built up tension." She replied with a wicked smirk despite the sadness she still held inside of her.

Her eyes turned dark and morose at his words, though she knew them to be true. "Are there any others in your world with lives that are in the same realm as your own? In mine, we have the dragons who live incomprehensibly longer. Of those who die younger, the closest in span is humans. And at least with half elves, your humans see them grow to maturity and you still get a little bit longer. Children are meant to outlive their parents." She offered, voice rough as sandpaper and yet so quiet that had they not been alone, they would likely have gone unheard.

Queth listened on as her companion mused on love, waiting for him to finish his thoughts. "If this lecture is meant to give me hope for the future, than I must say that you aren't doing a terribly good job of it." She added, voice dry. "Perhaps you ought to just... show me." Queth purred, needing an outlet for the stress that this conversation had built inside of her heart. "I know the words you say are true. That they make sense, and say everything that needs to be said, but the heart is a tricky thing and doesn't like to listen just because you have been given good advice."

She leaned forward again, brushing a kiss to Arjay's pulse before beginning to trail downwards. "So. Unless you're too tired..."

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“Dragons… are not the best company on my world, not all of them, at least. I’ve met a few that were agreeable, but for the most part…” He shook his head. “Elves have the longest lifespans, bar none. Dwarves and gnomes come closest, though, living a few centuries, but still nowhere near as long as we do. Humans… humans are the shortest lived race on my world.” And yet, so many of his people were drawn to those brightly-burning flames that were human hearts… “It… it isn’t so hard on the humans, really, except as they age. To be in the twilight of your life and to have a love who is still as vital and young as they day you met them, well… I think you can see how that might create problems.”

His words weren’t very reassuring, he supposed, that was true enough. “Perhaps they’re just meant to reassure myself,” he admitted. “There are some things that I can’t talk to anyone else about, because they just don’t understand. Sometimes, just knowing that someone understands the problem can feel better, and I haven’t had that luxury for quite a long time. Of course… well, words are like wind. Actions are much better…” And with that, he kissed her, stretching along her body, pressing his flesh tightly against hers...

And as he did, he placed a hand to her chest, his eyes glowing violet as he let the raw power of love touch her. It was like a flame kindling in her chest, though it didn’t burn so much as surge with her own emotions. She had been through so much, and in two lifetimes (that part still hurt his brain a bit), the elf couldn’t resist the urge to let the heartfire start to melt through the sadness that had settled into her. He wasn’t taking her experiences, after all, she wasn’t losing anything, but the pain of them? He could help her lose that… “Tired,” he scoffed, dragging his teeth along her collarbone. “That’s why the gods give us restoration spells, and I don’t even need rest anymore.” There were benefits to being a Chosen…
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