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As he spoke, the Chaos Mage would watch her reactions, with an earnest curiosity, and even slight amount of trepidation. It was always strange to him, how much people would give away with the smallest details. A catch of breath here, a frown there. Hell, he knew he himself, as much as he tried to avoid it, was prone to certain actions which would give away his thoughts. His Feelings. His emotions.
As such, her reactions came with no surprise. He realized, just how much he had come to understand her, just how much he had come to love her. There was no one in the world he knew better he felt. Which… for someone who was always alone… turned out to be a strange realization. When he spoke of what he did, of his mindset, or his actions. His could see her reactions, her movements. He had expected as much, but he had chosen his words with care for that very reason. Both of them had to know all that thy would be accepting. He had to be honest with her, and he needed her to be honest with him.
When he finished, and she would look down, before taking his hand and directing them to the bed he would follow without question, remaining silent as he sat beside her. His hand was still within hers, and his leg would be touching her own. He could feel his bed, perfectly made, give to their weight, compressing slightly. Markus would keep his face to Nessa, and his eyes upon her as she thought, as her eyes met his own.
When she did finally speak, her tone was firm, Markus would feel his heart swell. Honestly…As strange as it sounded. He realized. This was what he needed. He knew, had she have tried to lie, had she have told him she was okay with it. They would never have worked, and their relationship would have ended there. Instead, she spoke her truth. She spoke about him, and what he was to her. He knew then, she had him. Every part of him. When she once more said the words.. even speaking his last name which would cause him to visibly flinch, fighting the urge to correct her. For her… and only her.. he would be Markus Eldridge.
Then, he would hear her tone change, and feel her hand squeeze his. He would respond, almost reactional, with a reassuring squeeze of his own. When she spoke again, Markus could hear her voice getting quitter. As she stated, that she accepted him, and wanted to try them. Even if it was a mistake. Markus could see that she was no longer looking at him, her face he realized… he recognized. Self-Doubt, and Nessa always seemed to go hand in hand. Despite the miraculous heights she reached, and the numerous people she touched, he realized. The problem with being the light, was seeing it yourself. He only wish he knew what she was thinking.
So.. As a response, he would use his other hand, having to turn his body sideways to touch her chin. If she did not fight him, he would lift her face, and her eyes to meet his own. Allowing him to read her, and her to read him. Though his eyes, and their emotions would speak volumes. He did finally speak up. “Nessa. Then you have me. All of me, and all that I am…” As he was speaking his hand would travel up her face, gliding along her chin, his thumb would rub the edge of his lips as his hand found its path. His fingers would brush her white hair out of her, and away from her face as finally, his hand would rest, cupping her cheek, and under her ear. “You have my power. My strength…. My heart… and my love. Until my last breath, or until they are no longer your desire. I accept everything you are, and everything I know you will become. I am yours.” He would say before leaning in to kiss the woman he loved.