[Novel] My Iris
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nathanialroyaleTitle: My Iris
Rating: (PG)
Content Notes/Warnings: Fluff, pure and utter Fluff.
No Warnings
Main Character/s: Rapheal Lécuyer, Riq'ua Riviria
Plot: I will show you Rapheal, everyday that I remain at your side how much I love you.
Location: illander Castle, illander City
--
The three tiered aqua and black hat was tipped over Raphael’s face so the sun did not get into his eyes lying against the small grassy hill in the gardens. He was still in his elaborate uniform but he had undone the overcoat that was stripped black, gold and aqua. Relaxed and comfortable as he was, he did not stir, the softest footsteps arriving by his side. Lord Riq’ua was in his white robes which he hiked up so he could go down onto one knee beside the Knight.
“Sir.Raphael? I take it your off duty this afternoon?”
A white linen gloved hand came up quickly to push back the hat so his blue eyes could look up into Aqua that were normally cold but had a pinch of amusement in their depths.
A becoming pink brushed the younger man’s cheeks, “Oui Lord Riq’ua, the King has no need of my services at the present.”
Riq’ua looked about them, seeing a far off guard patrolling but no one else near this hill and he nods before coming to his feet. A look of discontent passes Raphael’s features thinking the Lord was leaving, until the Elf moved to straddle him. Kneeling over him, legs on either side of Raphael’s body the Knight blushed deeper though he made no noise or word of complaint at the position.
Riq’ua leaned down his hands curling into grass beside the King’s Guard’s head and lips inches away from the other man’s smiled, the breath traveling between them.
“Then do you mind if I take up your time this sun bathed afternoon?”
Raphael’s lips opened and the words rushed past the space between them,” Never Mylord. I would never mind spending time with you.”
Lips brushed Raphael’s a feather’s brush before pulling away just enough to speak once again, “Thank you Sir.Raphael.”
Still bending over him a hand loosed from the grasses and slid up under the vest of gold and aqua, and then under the pink tunic beneath that to push up over skin. Lips melded this time with more pressure and purpose behind the act and Riq’ua’s other hand joined the first sliding palm up over skin beneath his clothes.
Raphael was rose colored from the thought of others finding them this way but he did nothing to stop the Elven Lord, to the contrary he divested himself of his gloves and buried his hands into the thick silver hair of his partner. Lips moved, tongues slid and the kiss was broken by hard breaths and beating hearts. Aqua eyes starred into blue, nose brushing nose, “My Iris.”
The flower brought to mind the first week of their courting, when Raphael did not know that the Elven Lord had feelings for him. A flower every morn lay on his pillow, a different bloom each day that week, the last being a Blue Iris. The flowers had all had meanings, the meanings representing part of Raphael’s personality. The Blue Iris was the last and the one that Riq’ua had given to Raphael in person stating that it was the one that best spoke of his character, a man filled with Faith and Hope.
“Oui Riq’ua, votre iris.”
A hand that had been in silver waves moved beneath to rub up and down the robed back and Riq’ua kissed him with restrained passion before Riq’ua’s hands gripped beneath crook of arms and legs moved under Raphael’s. With the hold on the other man Riq’ua rolled them, Riq’ua now with his back to the grass and Raphael looming over him. Riq’ua smiled up at Raphael, “Better.”
Raphael’s hat had been knocked off and lay nearby with his forgotten gloves, laughing Raphael beamed down at the man who told him each day he was worthy of him. Raphael Lécuyer, who had been an heir to an Earldom that had been destroyed, now only a human Knight; courting Lord Riq’ua Riviria, the eldest Elve in the world and owner of the wealthiest Elven estate. He tried not to doubt as Riq’ua repeated so often, but the human male could not understand what this magnificent man saw in him.
Riq’ua cupped his cheeks pulling him down the last bit to drink of his lips and taste him again.
“You are saddening again Raphael, do not let such self depreciation linger,” Raphael winced as he recalled yet again Elven empathy.
“My words are not enough so, shall I show you then?”
Leaning up lips touched forehead, “I will show you Raphael, everyday that I remain at your side how much I love you. Should we retire?”
Raphael’s cheeks fill with color but he nods and Riq’ua untangles their limbs so the King’s Guard could get to his feet and step aside, Riq’ua moving to his own next. His long battle callused fingers found Raphael’s and they squeezed in silent reassurance.
“Let the Guards see, allow the nobles their peeping. I would have the court know of whom I have given freely my heart.”
Raphael’s head turned back sharply to the Elder Elf whose eyes were windows to his soul, only so open around he and the King.
“My Iris I have given my words, and now I will show you through action. Let all of Camar’a know you are mine as I am yours. For the pride that fills my heart in knowing you overflows and has to be let out.”
Raphael stepped up to Riq’ua, bodies brushing as soft blues starred into Aqua as if combing the depths of the sea for a jest or a lie.
“Merci Riq’ua,” Raphael smiled soft as he found nothing but sincerity and Riq’ua holding the other’s hand leads them toward the door into the castle so they could go back to Raphael’s room.
“You are deeply welcome Raphael.”
Even inside where eyes peered in curiosity Riq’ua held Raphael’s hand in a firm grip, unwilling to let go even in the public eye; shoulder brushing Raphael’s and he stands tall. Pride and honor ran alongside pleasure in his heart as he in silence told the Knight everything he already had said and more.
I love you.
Rating: (PG)
Content Notes/Warnings: Fluff, pure and utter Fluff.
No Warnings
Main Character/s: Rapheal Lécuyer, Riq'ua Riviria
Plot: I will show you Rapheal, everyday that I remain at your side how much I love you.
Location: illander Castle, illander City
--
The three tiered aqua and black hat was tipped over Raphael’s face so the sun did not get into his eyes lying against the small grassy hill in the gardens. He was still in his elaborate uniform but he had undone the overcoat that was stripped black, gold and aqua. Relaxed and comfortable as he was, he did not stir, the softest footsteps arriving by his side. Lord Riq’ua was in his white robes which he hiked up so he could go down onto one knee beside the Knight.
“Sir.Raphael? I take it your off duty this afternoon?”
A white linen gloved hand came up quickly to push back the hat so his blue eyes could look up into Aqua that were normally cold but had a pinch of amusement in their depths.
A becoming pink brushed the younger man’s cheeks, “Oui Lord Riq’ua, the King has no need of my services at the present.”
Riq’ua looked about them, seeing a far off guard patrolling but no one else near this hill and he nods before coming to his feet. A look of discontent passes Raphael’s features thinking the Lord was leaving, until the Elf moved to straddle him. Kneeling over him, legs on either side of Raphael’s body the Knight blushed deeper though he made no noise or word of complaint at the position.
Riq’ua leaned down his hands curling into grass beside the King’s Guard’s head and lips inches away from the other man’s smiled, the breath traveling between them.
“Then do you mind if I take up your time this sun bathed afternoon?”
Raphael’s lips opened and the words rushed past the space between them,” Never Mylord. I would never mind spending time with you.”
Lips brushed Raphael’s a feather’s brush before pulling away just enough to speak once again, “Thank you Sir.Raphael.”
Still bending over him a hand loosed from the grasses and slid up under the vest of gold and aqua, and then under the pink tunic beneath that to push up over skin. Lips melded this time with more pressure and purpose behind the act and Riq’ua’s other hand joined the first sliding palm up over skin beneath his clothes.
Raphael was rose colored from the thought of others finding them this way but he did nothing to stop the Elven Lord, to the contrary he divested himself of his gloves and buried his hands into the thick silver hair of his partner. Lips moved, tongues slid and the kiss was broken by hard breaths and beating hearts. Aqua eyes starred into blue, nose brushing nose, “My Iris.”
The flower brought to mind the first week of their courting, when Raphael did not know that the Elven Lord had feelings for him. A flower every morn lay on his pillow, a different bloom each day that week, the last being a Blue Iris. The flowers had all had meanings, the meanings representing part of Raphael’s personality. The Blue Iris was the last and the one that Riq’ua had given to Raphael in person stating that it was the one that best spoke of his character, a man filled with Faith and Hope.
“Oui Riq’ua, votre iris.”
A hand that had been in silver waves moved beneath to rub up and down the robed back and Riq’ua kissed him with restrained passion before Riq’ua’s hands gripped beneath crook of arms and legs moved under Raphael’s. With the hold on the other man Riq’ua rolled them, Riq’ua now with his back to the grass and Raphael looming over him. Riq’ua smiled up at Raphael, “Better.”
Raphael’s hat had been knocked off and lay nearby with his forgotten gloves, laughing Raphael beamed down at the man who told him each day he was worthy of him. Raphael Lécuyer, who had been an heir to an Earldom that had been destroyed, now only a human Knight; courting Lord Riq’ua Riviria, the eldest Elve in the world and owner of the wealthiest Elven estate. He tried not to doubt as Riq’ua repeated so often, but the human male could not understand what this magnificent man saw in him.
Riq’ua cupped his cheeks pulling him down the last bit to drink of his lips and taste him again.
“You are saddening again Raphael, do not let such self depreciation linger,” Raphael winced as he recalled yet again Elven empathy.
“My words are not enough so, shall I show you then?”
Leaning up lips touched forehead, “I will show you Raphael, everyday that I remain at your side how much I love you. Should we retire?”
Raphael’s cheeks fill with color but he nods and Riq’ua untangles their limbs so the King’s Guard could get to his feet and step aside, Riq’ua moving to his own next. His long battle callused fingers found Raphael’s and they squeezed in silent reassurance.
“Let the Guards see, allow the nobles their peeping. I would have the court know of whom I have given freely my heart.”
Raphael’s head turned back sharply to the Elder Elf whose eyes were windows to his soul, only so open around he and the King.
“My Iris I have given my words, and now I will show you through action. Let all of Camar’a know you are mine as I am yours. For the pride that fills my heart in knowing you overflows and has to be let out.”
Raphael stepped up to Riq’ua, bodies brushing as soft blues starred into Aqua as if combing the depths of the sea for a jest or a lie.
“Merci Riq’ua,” Raphael smiled soft as he found nothing but sincerity and Riq’ua holding the other’s hand leads them toward the door into the castle so they could go back to Raphael’s room.
“You are deeply welcome Raphael.”
Even inside where eyes peered in curiosity Riq’ua held Raphael’s hand in a firm grip, unwilling to let go even in the public eye; shoulder brushing Raphael’s and he stands tall. Pride and honor ran alongside pleasure in his heart as he in silence told the Knight everything he already had said and more.
I love you.
