No matter how much time they spend together in Mara's bedroom, he'll always clear out to give her the space and time to get ready (for the day, for an outing, for an event, etc.) in peace unless explicitly asked to stay. He wouldn't want to get in her way, and Miller's fine with keeping the mysteries of how a woman prepares herself to remain mostly that — a mystery. Nothing to be shy or ashamed about, but people do need their privacy, and who is Miller to deny anyone that.
(Although, he'd have to admit that he finds watching the clothing go on nearly as entertaining as watching it come off. The slide of expensive fabric against her glowing skin. Exquisite.)
However, today Miller has an agenda. He knocks on the doorframe to Mara's bedroom to get her attention before speaking. "Don't let me interrupt what you're doing, but you got a second?" He waits for an affirmative before entering, finding Mara seated at her vanity, watching him approach without turning her head through the reflection of the mirror.
When he reaches her, he places his hands lightly on her shoulders, resting for a moment before moving his thumbs in a gentle massage, working out some of the stress he knows she carries from the weight of worlds on her shoulders. He leans forward to place a kiss on the top of her head, nuzzling affectionately a little with the tip of his nose.
"Radiant as always, setara mi."
He stays that way for a handful of seconds, just admiring her reflection for a while before proceeding on with the reason he came in here. He sees himself there, too, in the mirror... not unattractive, but nowhere near as classy and elegant as the queen seated before him. She's way out of his league, and he knows it, but they fit well together — physically, intellectually, morally, even emotionally as it turns out. Somewhere along the way he'd fallen hard for this woman, flaring up his protective instincts and making him hardly want to leave her side. It isn't enough to rid him of the ghosts that haunt him, but it keeps them at bay, and for that (and so many other things) he is grateful.
Her glowing gaze meets his, looking like she's reading his mind and knows what he's thinking. Mara's told him a few times that she's not able to do that, that she can project her thoughts through their shared connection but not receive his in that way, but there are times when she looks at him like that that he still wonders. Her gaze is always so knowing. Deep and eternal. It's captivating. And it makes him wonder if her enemies cower under her glare. Miller knows for sure that he wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of her anger — a thought that makes him smile. His beautiful and dangerous Queen.
While he's still standing behind her, Miller reaches forward so his hands are in front of her. He could hug her from behind in this position, but that's not (yet) his intention. "I have something for you." Reaching into his shirt cuff with the opposite hand, he draws out something shiny that catches the vanity's lights — a fine, intricate gold chain holding a pendant. He holds the chain between his two hands to display it for her.
"Amethyst," he explains. "It made me think of you." Of her, and of her city. He tries not to clear his throat self-consciously. "And the design I'm sure you recognize. An old Earth compass with a star at its center. Because you are magnetic north." While it's true pretty literally, he means it figuratively as well. "You are my star."
"I was lost here without you, my Queen." His face is serious as he watches her reaction. "Now, with you, I don't lose my way."
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Date: 2025-02-13 03:48 pm (UTC)(Although, he'd have to admit that he finds watching the clothing go on nearly as entertaining as watching it come off. The slide of expensive fabric against her glowing skin. Exquisite.)
However, today Miller has an agenda. He knocks on the doorframe to Mara's bedroom to get her attention before speaking. "Don't let me interrupt what you're doing, but you got a second?" He waits for an affirmative before entering, finding Mara seated at her vanity, watching him approach without turning her head through the reflection of the mirror.
When he reaches her, he places his hands lightly on her shoulders, resting for a moment before moving his thumbs in a gentle massage, working out some of the stress he knows she carries from the weight of worlds on her shoulders. He leans forward to place a kiss on the top of her head, nuzzling affectionately a little with the tip of his nose.
"Radiant as always, setara mi."
He stays that way for a handful of seconds, just admiring her reflection for a while before proceeding on with the reason he came in here. He sees himself there, too, in the mirror... not unattractive, but nowhere near as classy and elegant as the queen seated before him. She's way out of his league, and he knows it, but they fit well together — physically, intellectually, morally, even emotionally as it turns out. Somewhere along the way he'd fallen hard for this woman, flaring up his protective instincts and making him hardly want to leave her side. It isn't enough to rid him of the ghosts that haunt him, but it keeps them at bay, and for that (and so many other things) he is grateful.
Her glowing gaze meets his, looking like she's reading his mind and knows what he's thinking. Mara's told him a few times that she's not able to do that, that she can project her thoughts through their shared connection but not receive his in that way, but there are times when she looks at him like that that he still wonders. Her gaze is always so knowing. Deep and eternal. It's captivating. And it makes him wonder if her enemies cower under her glare. Miller knows for sure that he wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of her anger — a thought that makes him smile. His beautiful and dangerous Queen.
While he's still standing behind her, Miller reaches forward so his hands are in front of her. He could hug her from behind in this position, but that's not (yet) his intention. "I have something for you." Reaching into his shirt cuff with the opposite hand, he draws out something shiny that catches the vanity's lights — a fine, intricate gold chain holding a pendant. He holds the chain between his two hands to display it for her.
"Amethyst," he explains. "It made me think of you." Of her, and of her city. He tries not to clear his throat self-consciously. "And the design I'm sure you recognize. An old Earth compass with a star at its center. Because you are magnetic north." While it's true pretty literally, he means it figuratively as well. "You are my star."
"I was lost here without you, my Queen." His face is serious as he watches her reaction. "Now, with you, I don't lose my way."