((I apologize for the long pause in between this chapter and the last, life had run rampant. Ranging from friends arrests, to struggling with schooling, to parents medical needs. For anyone still here however I hope you enjoy the third chapter of our lovely athel))
The tension in the air could be cut with a breadknife, Percy's emerald eyes trained on the lady before him with the attention of a hunter but he wasn't foolish enough to think he had the reigns. A soft press of his foot against Liliane's member slowly pulled a low growl out of the larger woman. Her biceps flexing softly as she gripped the edge of the table. Her eyes meeting his made his breath catch in his throat, a soft inhalation of air barely overheard over the murmurs of the celebration below. Her eyes hungry with desire that lay dormant for years thinking about her lithe athel that taught her the basics of weaving, hunting, and numerous other things she couldn't remember right now..
She made sure he knew that with how she slowly pressed her hips forward against his teasing, taking every ounce of her strength not to dive over the table. She had her dignity to maintain but sweet Percy was not helping. The boys eyes began to drift down her frame, from her eyes to her jawline, following it and taking in every detail with his inhuman eyes. The curl of her lip in a sly smile knowing he was drinking in the sight of her.. to the wide shoulders and biceps she had honed with hours of training swinging those heavy hunks of iron..
"Awfully quiet all of a sudden, Percival.." Liliane said watching the boy's ears twitch and his eyes shooting back up to meet hers, a sudden slightly harder pressure causing her to wince but not from pain, just discomfort.
"You know I prefer to be called by my shorter name.. The full one leaves a bad taste in my mouth, leave that for the help, Liliane."
"Alright alright, down boy.." He still had that proper air about him that pureblood wildwood athels have. Even that is trivial to what snobbiness high elves have in the east. Liliane would have fun taming it though, and Percy would adore having it bent over her will. She decided to turn the tables on the boy, leaning onto her elbows on the table and adopting her smug grin that she's had since she was very young. "Did you know when you get worked up your ears twitch~ "
Percy felt his cheeks get hot as he took the wine bottle infront of him, pressing it to his lips and tasting the tainted ichor.. Rosewood wines alway shifts and writhes in the bottle, as if looking for an escape.. The same feeling continues as it goes down your throat, the taste changing with every moment. Influxes of cherries, pomegranates, figs, rootbalms, spices, and more. The overwhelming taste mirrored the emotions in his mind right now as he looked over the larger woman. Unable to piece a train of thought together for more than a few moments before another one started. Liliane see it in his eyes, the boy breaking down trying to handle his feelings and shooting her teases back at her. The gentle rubbing of his index, middle and thumb fingers as his hand rested against the table.
She took the bottle from his hands and reached over, setting it on the table and getting up from her chair. Taking a gentle approach even though she could easily pull him over the table, stepping around and tracing her fingers softly across his neck, feeling the boy tense and the way the liquor bulged his throat as he swallowed it. Dragging her fingertips gently across his skin feeling him subconsciously lean into them as she slid them to his chin and turned his head to look slightly up at her, leaning in for a soft kiss. Stealing the little bit of air in his lungs as the fireworks went off. The balcony illuminated in bursts of faint lights. The celebration moving out onto the courtyard below in full, erupting into music and cheers as two Fenks had a dance battle on what they called the "style tiles"
She slowly embraced Percy, holding him in a loose hug from behind with her arms draped over his shoulders. Feeling the boy relax in her grip, feeling safe as she calmed his overworking mind with more love than lust. Pulling away and resting the underside of her jaw on the top of his head.
"You were getting worked up again, Percy. I thought Catherine got you help with that years ago.." She said reaching down to take his hand in hers, resting it over his chest as she looked out over the moonlight dancing on the waters, the lights painting the churning dark blue ocean. Feeling Percy lock his fingers with hers, holding on tightly as he calmed down.
"She tried alas that young man wasn't much help. I can't remember his name.. I think he was an imperial.." A soft twist pained the young knight in her gut as he trailed off trying to remember.
"You deserve all the love I can give you and more, Percy.. but you know you need help. Catherine told me about how your little episodes keep getting worse. I meant it when I told you I care, making sure you're alright is more important than getting you in bed." Percy gave a little grunt of acknowledgment, slowly turning his head to look over the waters, his eyes meeting a certain spot and squinting as if he was looking at something so bright it hurt.
"I know.. But if I worry if I go Lady Catherine won't be here when I get back.. a blink in my kind's eyes is so long for your kind.. She's sick she wouldn't make the journey.." He said pulling his eyes away from the horizon, sinking into the cold iron chair. Liliane gently squeezed his hand and shook her head softly.
"You underestimate that old mare, she's stronger than you or I give her credit for. She might even go with us.. after all, she's always wanted to visit Athen Loren and Altissia. What's the harm with a slight detour to the greatwood for you..?" He shook his head and gripped her hand tighter.
"It's not a quick trip, Lily..if I return to the Mother she won't be kind to me.. I could be with her for so long by the time I taste the sun across my skin I'd find your headstone.. Lady Catherine's.. nine hells.. Cammont might not even be here.. I can't do that.."
She fought back that twisting gut feeling, wanting no to ruin the boys night more than she had with this top, planting a soft kiss ontop of his head.. "I didn't know, Percy.. The.. I don't know how to say it.. rules of elven kind are so strange to me."
"Be grateful.. humans live such short, uncomplicated lives.. I almost envy them, one and done. A nice small circle.. I'm still a child for my kind I.. I don't.." Liliane grit her teeth and held him tight, letting him work through it with her there. She heard him slowly trail off and he softly called her name.. followed by him gently rubbing his finger against her palm three times, three small strokes. A code they had when they were young and ordered to stay quiet when it was bedtime. Hiding inside pillowforts and blankets held up by stacks of books and chairs.. soft stifled giggling in darkened rooms as they huddled close so young and carefree.
