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[Fantasy Tale]Acres and Acres(Spoilers and Smut)

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WARNING THE FOLLOWING DESCRIPTION AND IMAGE CONTAIN SPOILERS CONCERNING CANON COUPLES IN FANTASY TALE.

   They'd been staring at each other for almost a candlemark, their ears twitching every now and again at a sound from the common room or with the sound of each other's breathing. Anoa could scarcely believe she was here, when only a few days ago, she'd sworn she would not give in to this feeling. The more she looked into his eyes, the more she saw Layandro...and the more it hurt. Last night's dream wormed its way back into her thoughts. There were so many similarities, she wondered if it could be true. She had sworn not to tell him, if it was. Din was his own person. If they shared the same soul, then she wouldn't allow it to influence Din's thoughts. His actions were his own. She wouldn't allow him to think any differently.
    "Acres and acres, and it's all mine," she whispered.
    "What?" Din asked, with a chuckle, a bemused smirk crossing his lips.
    Anoa felt her cheeks flush and she shook her head. "Nothing. It's just a silly joke from back home." Her heart hurt at the thought of Stefen. He'd been the one to tell her the joke...but that was a happier time long ago, when Vanyel was still alive.
    "Anoa..." Din began. He meant to ask her something by the look of his face. As Anoa met his eyes she could tell he thought better of it. His hand lifted and caught the dangling white shape of her Crystal in his fingers.
    "I wish I could have met her," Din said thoughtfully.
    "Who?" Anoa asked, confused.
    "Your mother. Taranis speaks fondly of her. She sounds like an amazing woman," Din elaborated.
    "To be honest, any memories I have of her are fuzzy. I was little when she died...and she wasn't home much after that night in Rivendell. Lady Galadriel was more of a mother to my sisters and I than my real mother...and Haldir was really the only father figure I had until Moondance and Starwind adopted me," Anoa explained.
    "Is there someone I should have asked? Before I proposed, I mean," Din blurted out, nervously.
    "No," Anoa said with a shake of her head, "...my father is dead for all I know and the only tradition the Tayledras have regarding marriage is the giving of the feather. Normally, it would be the feather of my Bondbird, but...Haylen is my Companion and he produces no feathers...though the thought of Haylen with feathers is certainly amusing." She felt disdain on the edge of her thoughts and retaliated with a wave of love. She could almost feel Haylen rolling his eyes.
    "So where did this one come from?" Din asked, reaching for the bedside table and producing the feather Anoa once wore in her hair, which he had attached to the leather strip he used to tie his hair.
    "Father's...er...Starwind's Bondbird," Anoa explained.
    They drifted into silence for a moment longer, before a cheeky smile found its way across Din's face.
    "So, my Queen of Thieves," Din teased, "...are you ready for round two?"
    "Only if you stop calling me that," Anoa responded with just as bemused a smile on her face.
    "Deal-" Din barely got the word out before Anoa's lips met his own.

    ::I'm so grateful I'm just a hand,:: Grip complained to Haylen, :: Or else my Chosen would have a very disgruntled Companion.::
    Haylen snorted in annoyance. ::I'm afraid I must go find Shadowmere. If you'll excuse me, Grip,:: The stallion said hastily. Grip hopped off his flank as he turned to saunter into the fields. Thoroughly along, Grip found herself a cozy spot in the rafters of the stable and went to sleep.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AMI! I really hope you like this. The picture contains a certain King of Thieves and his ladylove, a certain Herald-Mage after the two FINALLY acknowledge feelings for each other. Anoa's the one that takes the longest, poor emotionally distraught Anoa. The scene above may change. It was a quick write-up to go with the image. I don't normally draw smut and anatomy is not my strong point, so thank you :iconcaptaincervantes: for the help! I hope I did a good job!

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Tyride12's avatar
Keep goin. Looks interesting