#5 am writing while downloading halo mods is insane

[offrozenmemoirs]

In the depths of dreams, haunted by the influence of the lord of blood and the legacy of the Tempest, the prince of frost's imagination stirs already mounting tensions that he struggles to contain.

The hazy night brings the intimacy of bare heat caressing Makoto's back. Two hands rest on the dips of his shoulders. Oh, the dulcet hum tickles the back of his ear as he's compelled downward into accepted submission.

Her scent is all too familiar. It was of the trees he lost himself in when first finding her. The cedar forest surrounding the farmland still lingers over her person.

Before he realizes it, her hand pulls back his hair, tugging at it as she whispers into his ear, "Good boy."

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Makoto's dreams were never a subject of discussion, mainly because he refused to admit what some of them could be about. He knows that if they weren't about all of his battles, or of better times with Robert, then they involved his party members. He doesn't necessarily hate that he's having these feelings, but...it could bring all sorts of complications for him to become involved with either of them, not that it had stopped him from pursuing both of them regardless. There's a difference in how he treats them in that regard, Perhaps he could be more physical with Orchidus, but there's an element of domination in their interactions, but Makoto was outwardly cold, at least publicly with him.

With Maisie...She had seen him in vulnerable moments, seen him question himself, comforted him and reassured him that he was more than a warrior. He still didn't believe that he was worthy of being loved, and yet...He wanted her to look his way, to let him devote himself to her. She was to be cherished in his eyes, and even if it might get him in trouble, he was willing to do whatever she asked of him, even when he didn't like it.

He murmurs softly in his sleep, tossing and turning, expression changing.

Within his dream, he finds himself staring up at one of the objects of his affection, golden eyes shining as she looks at him and he finds himself wanting to lean into her touch, though she walks around him, her hands moving to his shoulders. His tail twitches lightly in anticipation, and a shudder moves through his body at the feeling of her fingers in his hair. She always smelled of the forest, and it's become one of his favorite scents, and he always feels calm at her presence...At least as calm as he can when she's not holding one of his hands or he sits down to let her play with his hair.

Sometimes he feels so pathetic at how excited he is at the touch of another, at the desire that burns within his body, in the pit of his stomach like a smoldering flame. It's not until he feels a tug at his hair, that a whimpering moan leaves his lips.

"Good boy."

His tail thumps the ground in barely contained exuberance, and he closes his eyes, happy to let Maisie do whatever she pleased.

[Only for you.]

The words were unspoken, but it was true...Makoto would never let anyone else do the things to him that she could. His wings flexed slightly, and he hears an airy laugh leave the gnome's lips. Gods above, how her voice was music to his ears, and how he would do anything to hear her laughter and her praise.

Makoto feels another tug, at his hair, pulling his head back so that he's looking her in the eyes, and he feels his growing arousal straining against his pants. His tail thumps the ground once again, before it begins to coil around her leg.

"Patience, 'Koto. Keep being good and you'll get what you want."

Oh yes, Maisie Doscedar was a cruel mistress, making him wait, but for her...He would wait as long as she asked.