💝Dream & Fantasy
Sequel of this prompt and using the Dream & Fantasy prompt of the Dark Romance list by @cilil
there you go friend ❤️
pairing: Írilómë x Amarëa
warning: local incubus trying & failing at seducing local fire maia
Ama stretches luxuriously on the soft grass, the afternoon coming to an end with her mother’s gentle rays warming her eyelids. It has been a pleasant week, working with Lady Varda feels like embarking on a journey everytime and Ama loves every second of it.
As fond as she was of Aman and even Middle-Earth… space! space was grandiose and full of opportunities for more discoveries. She has been given the honour of conducting research near the giant hyper-luminous quasar, fancily named Tonantzintla, opportunity that has her spent a considerable amount of time in the observatory or with other Maiar near the accretion disk. Such fascinating work!
Humming to herself a soft tune she remembers Eönwë singing to her during her childhood, she allows her mind to drift into a restful state. She has promised her father to swing by the Forges later but knowing him, Mairon will be absorbed by his work for another few hours, allowing her a well deserved nap. The soft chirping of birds around her fades as she lets herself sink into a meditative trance.
Time seems to lose its substance for a while, her ëala floating on the notes of a Music she has known only by tale, she stretches her spirit, flames freed from the confinement of her fana.
Until something changes, an awareness of an unexpected thought, as the oniric landscape morphs back into the very image of the beautiful glades of Lórien. Still only in the shape of her native flames, Ama's annoyance manifests in the flickering fires at the edge of her ëala.
Lounging under the light, on a rock by the lake and his fana bare Írilömë smiles at her, his mocking smirk both tantalising and dangerous.
‘Really?’
“Dreamless states are so boring, you should thank me for bringing a bit of fantasy in it.” the former Úmaia replies cheekily. Ama let herself consider if or not she should remain in her spirit form - the anticipation of arson threat very much on the forefront of her mind, before deciding against it. Letting her fana take shape again so she can roll her eyes at the other Maia, she nonetheless keeps a safe distance between them.
“Which fantasy is it though?”
Lómë’s smirk widens as he sits up, utterly unbothered by his nudity.
“You tell me.”
“Ah. Apologies but my idea of fantasy dreams do not include clearly desperate men trying - and failing must I add - to woo me with their bare raiment.”
“Am I? Failing.”
Ama watches him approach wearily. Lómë’s concept of courting - so far - has left her utterly underwhelmed, if slightly entertained though - she has to be honest on that part.
“Amarëa.” one slender finger tilts her chin up, ruby eyes sparkling with mischief - yes the Maia’s attractiveness would not be denied. Still. Ama was made of fire - burning a little in games scared her not.
“Írilömë.” she replies. Time to pick a page of his own book. Lowering her eyes to his lips, she lets her tongue moisten hers, allowing him to bring her face close. Standing on her tiptoes Ama gently let her fingers drift in silky lilac strands and then viciously tug on it.
“Get the fuck out of my dream or I swear I will have both my fathers hunting you in a way that would put Oromë’s Hunt to shame.”
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