[Alnair looks back up at her with desperation as she strokes his cheek with her thumb, feeling more and more relieved with her promise. He should of known that Sera had already prepared the means to give him his memories back, and he curses himself for being such a fool to think she already hadn't planned for this very outcome. A smile spreads across his face, nodding in understanding. Everything takes time, and a curse isn't easy to lift. The knowledge he has as Childe tells him that gods can curse people with their power, and the fact that even with his awakening, he can't remember anything from his past life tells him enough.
But her faith in him reinforces his spirit, and he's thankful he has a woman as powerful as her to be able to rely on in these times of need. How he ever managed to survive without her is a mystery to the love-striken Alnair, and the moment she plants a kiss to his forehead to complete the seal on his mind, he feels his whole mind shift in a way that sedates him and puts him completely under her power. The trail of kisses along his skin are mesmerizing, and Alnair's eyes heavily lid as he falls into a trance where the only thing he can hear is Seraphina's voice.]
Yes...
[Everything seems to go silent around him, and the only thing he can focus on is the melodic sound of her voice in his ears. Her command is now law, set in stone in his heart and mind, her will now his own.]
I can only hear you, my love, my master. I will obey.
[Alnair turns his head just so to plant a kiss to the inside of her neck, kissing upwards in a line across her jaw before his lips meet her own as he takes her in and kisses her deeply, his tongue probing so it can twirl and dance with hers in a loving caress, now solidly under her command.
Seraphina, Seraphina...
His mind fills with nothing but her, happily moaning into her mouth as he awaits more orders. If she commanded him to love, he would love. If she commanded him to kill, he would kill, and if she commanded him to die, he wouldn't hesitate.]
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But her faith in him reinforces his spirit, and he's thankful he has a woman as powerful as her to be able to rely on in these times of need. How he ever managed to survive without her is a mystery to the love-striken Alnair, and the moment she plants a kiss to his forehead to complete the seal on his mind, he feels his whole mind shift in a way that sedates him and puts him completely under her power. The trail of kisses along his skin are mesmerizing, and Alnair's eyes heavily lid as he falls into a trance where the only thing he can hear is Seraphina's voice.]
Yes...
[Everything seems to go silent around him, and the only thing he can focus on is the melodic sound of her voice in his ears. Her command is now law, set in stone in his heart and mind, her will now his own.]
I can only hear you, my love, my master. I will obey.
[Alnair turns his head just so to plant a kiss to the inside of her neck, kissing upwards in a line across her jaw before his lips meet her own as he takes her in and kisses her deeply, his tongue probing so it can twirl and dance with hers in a loving caress, now solidly under her command.
Seraphina, Seraphina...
His mind fills with nothing but her, happily moaning into her mouth as he awaits more orders. If she commanded him to love, he would love. If she commanded him to kill, he would kill, and if she commanded him to die, he wouldn't hesitate.]
I love you...command me, Sera, as you see fit.