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[wildwarden]

( Night Sky laughed and took a step toward her, making a very half-assed attempt to grab at her arm when she was close enough. Might as well play around while they had the time, right? )

Oh, come on, Meryl. You're not going to make me chase you through the castle, are you?

[notsonewbie]

[Thankfully, Meryl doesn't put up much of a fight. Fun as running through the castle might sound, she doesn't necessarily want to attract that much attention to the two of them.

Instead, she flops almost dramatically right into Night Sky's arms. She flutters her lashes upward, very cheeky.]

Guess you caught me.

[wildwarden]

( Night Sky shifted her weight to catch her, chuckling as she dipped her dramatically and planted a kiss to her lips. ) Certainly helps when my target falls right into my arms. Not that I'm complaining - although wrapping you up in my vines might have been fun...

[notsonewbie]

[Close as they are, Night Sky will definitely feel a little shiver from Meryl. Is it being dipped, the kiss, or the idea of the vines? We'll never know.]

Well, how could I resist? [She leans up to steal a kiss of her own.] It's good to see you.

[wildwarden]

( Sky wants to know!!!

But this was fine for now. Night Sky happily kissed her again and raised them both up, an arm still around Meryl's waist while she took in the room properly. She hadn't exactly been in the mood to examine it all last time. ) it's good to see you too. I miss you every day we're not together, you know.

[notsonewbie]

[The room, though big, is pretty sparsely decorated. The desk in the room has the most adornments, in that it's heaped with both books and notebooks. A few different pens are also scattered throughout the desk as well.]

I need to make a point of visiting you more often, then. Can't have you going without.

[wildwarden]

( An unsurprising detail, knowing Meryl. Night Sky squeezed her hip gently and turned her attention back down to her with a smile.)

I'd like that. You should meet Red Son too, if you want. Feels like you should at least see each other once, you know?

[notsonewbie]

I agree. I've been meaning to get to know him but...

[She motions just a little vaguely. Opening up her business and trying to get the first newsletter out had been a bit distracting.]

Soon, I promise.

[wildwarden]

( Night Sky snorted and leaned in to kiss the top of Meryl's head. )

You're busy, I get it. Seems I have a type - both workaholics focused on their businesses while I laze around all day. ( she was teasing. She didn't mind. ) Could always put in a request for a weapon at the forge, if you need one. That'll get his attention.

[notsonewbie]

[That draws a snort of her.]

Me, with a weapon? I don't think so. [She shakes her head.] Unless he knows how to make guns but - no, probably not even then.

[She'll figure out another way. Eventually, at least. For now though, more GF smooches, please and thank you!]

[wildwarden]

He does, actually. Something to keep in mind, I guess. ( Hopefully they could find some common ground. Her worst fear was that they wouldn't get along for some reason or another.

But anyway- Night Sky pressed her fingertips under Meryl's chin to urge her to tip her head back. ) but I'm here now, and you have me all to yourself in your room. May as well make the most of it, right?

[notsonewbie]

Maybe! [It isn't that she doesn't want to reach out, she just can't imagine replacing the gun that she has. Though maybe a second wouldn't be so bad. Or a third. One could never be too prepa-

— wait, what was she thinking about? The second those fingers press beneath her chin, Meryl's thoughts scatter to the four corners of Somnius.]

Right - right. Absolutely. [Her lashes flutter, just a little dreamy.] Did you have something in mind?

[wildwarden]

( Meryl was truly the only person who had ever looked at her like that, and every time she did, Night Sky felt like her heart was going to burst right out of her chest. )

I have a lot of things in mind... ( All of them wicked, if her grin was anything to go by.

But then, she seemed to hesitate, fingers curling under Meryl's chin and her expression shifting into something more... nervous. ) Can I tell you something first, actually?

[notsonewbie]

[Meryl's expression softens. She can't exactly pull away, nor does she want to. She does, however, soften her gaze from whatever spicy thoughts she might have been having.]

You can tell me anything.

[wildwarden]

( Be it far from Night Sky to skip over a spicy scene for the sake of a heartfelt conversation. But this one wasn't bad, truly, and really might spice things up even more if Meryl didn't think it was weird.)

Let's sit. ( She kissed her forehead once, leaned back and took her hand so they could walk to the bed together and sit down. If she stayed standing, Night Sky's knees might give out. )

I don't remember if I ever told you about my people - or, I guess. More specifically a tradition my people have, and how important names are.

[notsonewbie]

[Meryl does as she's told, folding one knee beneath her and then patting the bed beside her. She keeps her gaze trained intently on Night Sky, waiting for whatever it is that needs to be said. The topic brought up is... mostly unfamiliar to her, so she finds herself shaking her head.]

I don't think it's come up. But I'm listening now.

[And just as an added reassurance, she squeezes Sky's hand, just emphasize the point.]

[wildwarden]

It usually doesn't come up, because I don't trust people enough to tell them. ( Sylvan names were well kept secrets. Everyone that had ever known hers back home had been dead for centuries, and she had never told anyone when she was in Faerie. There was, of course, Red Son now, who had learned when her fears had manifested months ago and she unconsciously let him hear it. But she trusted him, knew he could keep it secret, wanted him to know it.

And she felt all of that with Meryl, too.

Night Sky laced their fingers together and ran her thumb absently across the other woman's knuckles. )

So. Sylvan Elves have two names. Our public names are like the one you know - Night Sky, Frost Hand, Fletcher, things like that. But we also have private names. It's an old tradition, back when fey were even more of a problem, and it's less about not having it stolen so much as it is a symbol of who we trust the most. Only family and close friends and partners know our private names. People we love and know they won't hurt us with it.

( she felt herself shaking. No doubt Meryl did, then.) I want to tell you mine. I don't know what's going to happen here- if one day one of us wakes up and we're gone, or, I don't know- I just want you to know it. But if it's too much, if it's too soon- I understand.

[notsonewbie]

[This is a culture nearly beyond Meryl's understanding. She'd listened intently when it came up, but there was so much beyond her ken. It felt like even years of learning would do little to bridge that gap But that's all the more reason to listen with rapt attention, gaze locked on Night Sky as she takes in what information is given to her. Whatever is about to happen, Meryl may not understand everything, but she at least knows the gravity of the situation.]

Are you sure? I - [Her smile wobbles just a little.] It's not that I don't want to know. I'd be honored. I just want to be sure that you're, well... Sure about it.

[She underlines this by lifting Night Sky's hand and kissing the back of it.]

[wildwarden]

I am sure. ( She trusted Meryl, she knew that much for certain. And it was better that she tell her now while they were safe and alone and happy in her bedroom; unhindered. No threat of death lingered, and no one else - especially not her subconscious- could steal the moment from her. )

You're so important to me. ( her cheeks flushed, fingers flexing in Meryl's grip. ) Just promise me you'll keep it secret. Right now, only Red Son knows it, and no others should ever hear it spoken. Can you swear that to me?

[notsonewbie]

I know reporters have a bit of a reputation for blabbing but... [A small smile cracks across her lips, clearly teasing herself. The fact is, if it's a secret, if it's that deeply important, then she has no choice but to protect it. The last thing she could ever want is to let Night Sky down. And so she won't.]

I promise, Night Sky. No one will ever know.

[wildwarden]

( She took a breath, deep and steadying, and nodded. Speaking her own name aloud felt odd these days, given how infrequently she heard it and how she had very nearly forgotten it back home. )

My name is Daeleth. ( and she very nearly choked while saying it. )

[notsonewbie]

Daeleth.

[Meryl practically whispers it, treating it as the very secret it was. She won't deny that it sounds beautiful, or that the fact that she knows it sends a very powerful thrill through her.]

It's perfect. Just like you.

[wildwarden]

( Hearing it repeated back made her breath hitch. Night Sky always wanted to deny being called perfect - because she was anything but - and yet could not think of ruining the moment with such negativity. )

Even more so when uttered from your lips. ( and speaking of. Night Sky cupped Meryl's cheeks and kissed her, leaning her weight into the other woman as if urging her to lie back. )

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[notsonewbie]

[It's hard to say no to that, and that's begging the question that Meryl would even want to. She goes easily into the touch, falling back against the bed and letting Night Sky take the lead. One day, she'll summon the confidence to turn the tables. She's getting closer, at least. But for right now, she wants to savor that mouth on every inch of her.

There are a few times where she has to cover her mouth, and others where she has to cover Sky's. And only in the softest of whispers, does she croon Daeleth, the secret shared between them.

In the end, she lays their half-dazed and fully delighted. She curls up, still nude as she buries her face into Sky's shoulder. Her fingers slide upward, coaxing through the Dryad's hair with a lovelorn sort of sigh.]

I'm spoiled...

[wildwarden]

( While her preferred lovemaking location would always be outdoors and, ideally, under a sky full of stars, she was growing rather fond of beds and the comforts they offered. It was always easier, too, to steal away to a room and lock the door, as opposed to praying someone would not walk into the clearing she had decided was a suitable alternative.

All that to say - she had a wonderful time. Meryl tasted as sweet as the last time; sounded as beautiful when crying her name - her private name, too - in fits of pleasure.

She wrapped her arms around her and hugged her close, eyes shut and head tilted into hand tangling in her hair. )

You deserve to be. ( she planted a kiss upon her temple.) Spoiled, worshiped, adored.