Ien'en had the grace to blush, something he hadn't in many a long month. 'saa, Sri, you yearn to make me redden, a stumbling youth again.' a self conscious laugh leaning into Razuli's hand as he feels that warmth spill. 'You see much in my eyes, beloved. It pleases, that you find it so. An ache, of things we left behind. I do not regret a single moment spent by you, the joy I found within your arms, and in my brothers' regards. You took a wild thing and tamed it, did you not?' A breath, arms pressing the Sri close,letting out a soft sigh. 'I am content, my love, that I have been your peace.' Ien'en nna Fedaykem, one of my oldest rp chars ( now defunct). Part nymph raised in an elven enclave, he was forced to flee it and find himself elsewhere. Slowly going mad he finally found a mate, and it was him and his bound brothers that restored his sanity and gave him a purpose and a home. He fell, in the end, no longer a frightened faeling but a warrior of Fedaykem, defending those he loved. CG and watercolour pencils.