Markus shrugged to the healer when she yelled his name. Apparently his choice of words had been improper for the young lady. The shrug was half apologetic and half apathetic to her protest. The man had been an asshole and by Tyveth he would not lie about that. No one would abandon their children - no one - to a foreign power. Markus hated how this still bothered him. He knew he had been spared a horrible fate in Zeltiva through Syliras. Through his fathers selfish behaviour. Given a chance to affect the life in a positive way. Everything had turned out for the better because of what he had done. Still. It did not dull the sting of betrayal at all.
"Hmm. I think the family did well for itself. I mean, we were better off than some other families, but hardly rich." Markus did remember some seasons were rougher than others. Days where they barely ate and days where they ate well. Markus shrugged after his explanation. He didn't know the real answer and what he had said was only an estimation. "And I hope you won't be bored. They probably have tons of tales to tell you." Markus paused and realized most of those tales would be his escapades as a young kiddo. But they had only heard of the... mild ones. The crazier ones had gone unnoticed to a certain degree.
There was a confident grin on his lips as she complimented him again. Complimented the body that had taken years of hard work to shape into the body he, for the moment, considered perfection. She enjoyed the massage and that was all Markus could ask for. Helping her overcome the weariness and troubles of the travel. Turn hardness into softness. The whispered words garnered a reaction he had not heard from her in years and it brought forth a short laughter full of mirth before the woman under him stirred and turned to face him. Markus' emerald eyes found her indigo ones. Face in a full grin. She surprised him, her hands found him, leant up against him. Markus didn't withdraw, instead remained passive, seeing where she was going. Mind still twisting and twirling about what to do. He wanted her again. That much was obvious. A relationship however... Her hand through his hair brought a shiver through his spine. The pressure of her naked body against his naked torso sent additional shivers of electricity down his spine. No doubt she could also feel his excitement. She spoke. Words that may have been true a day in the past. But recent events. Shiress. Rachel. Both had been short affairs. Conquests in the tongue of the bar dwellers. A way to dull the pain of Fallon leaving. A pain that still lingered down there somewhere. A pain that S'Essy was now able to dull? For a time?
He did not know. He only knew he lusted for S'Essy and the body that was pressed against him. For the old times. Simpler times. Markus sighed gently. The knight in him would not let the lust generate lies to make them come true. By Tyveth he sometimes wished he had ability to do that. But belief in Tyveth demanded that he uphold his virtues at all times.
"I forgave you years ago." He spoke soberly as a hand brushed against her side before finding a rest against her lower back. "I wish I could forget about it too, but... " Markus paused as he looked at S'Essy. "I only met you again yesterday. I am happy to have seen you again. Have you here... Though it is hard to say otherwise when you're pressing your breasts against me like that~" Markus paused and despite the seriousness allowed a warm grin to grace his appearance. Before it turned soft and serious. "I don't know, S'Essy." He said as he leant forward and placed her back down on the cot with him lying on top of her. "I want you. But I don't know if I am ready for a relationship." He spoke honestly as a hand slid through her hair. Letting her decide if what he could give was enough for her at the moment. Though part of him suspected he would unceremoniously be pushed off of her.
"Hmm. I think the family did well for itself. I mean, we were better off than some other families, but hardly rich." Markus did remember some seasons were rougher than others. Days where they barely ate and days where they ate well. Markus shrugged after his explanation. He didn't know the real answer and what he had said was only an estimation. "And I hope you won't be bored. They probably have tons of tales to tell you." Markus paused and realized most of those tales would be his escapades as a young kiddo. But they had only heard of the... mild ones. The crazier ones had gone unnoticed to a certain degree.
There was a confident grin on his lips as she complimented him again. Complimented the body that had taken years of hard work to shape into the body he, for the moment, considered perfection. She enjoyed the massage and that was all Markus could ask for. Helping her overcome the weariness and troubles of the travel. Turn hardness into softness. The whispered words garnered a reaction he had not heard from her in years and it brought forth a short laughter full of mirth before the woman under him stirred and turned to face him. Markus' emerald eyes found her indigo ones. Face in a full grin. She surprised him, her hands found him, leant up against him. Markus didn't withdraw, instead remained passive, seeing where she was going. Mind still twisting and twirling about what to do. He wanted her again. That much was obvious. A relationship however... Her hand through his hair brought a shiver through his spine. The pressure of her naked body against his naked torso sent additional shivers of electricity down his spine. No doubt she could also feel his excitement. She spoke. Words that may have been true a day in the past. But recent events. Shiress. Rachel. Both had been short affairs. Conquests in the tongue of the bar dwellers. A way to dull the pain of Fallon leaving. A pain that still lingered down there somewhere. A pain that S'Essy was now able to dull? For a time?
He did not know. He only knew he lusted for S'Essy and the body that was pressed against him. For the old times. Simpler times. Markus sighed gently. The knight in him would not let the lust generate lies to make them come true. By Tyveth he sometimes wished he had ability to do that. But belief in Tyveth demanded that he uphold his virtues at all times.
"I forgave you years ago." He spoke soberly as a hand brushed against her side before finding a rest against her lower back. "I wish I could forget about it too, but... " Markus paused as he looked at S'Essy. "I only met you again yesterday. I am happy to have seen you again. Have you here... Though it is hard to say otherwise when you're pressing your breasts against me like that~" Markus paused and despite the seriousness allowed a warm grin to grace his appearance. Before it turned soft and serious. "I don't know, S'Essy." He said as he leant forward and placed her back down on the cot with him lying on top of her. "I want you. But I don't know if I am ready for a relationship." He spoke honestly as a hand slid through her hair. Letting her decide if what he could give was enough for her at the moment. Though part of him suspected he would unceremoniously be pushed off of her.
