sounds like hallelujah

ALISTAIR Thumb trailed along her palm quietly as she spoke. Alistair regarding her warnings a moment before nodding. "I ask only once, any more and I put my faith in you knowing what is best. If there is anything I've learned rather quickly...those who desire help will not seek a way to talk out of it." His voice held its even, soft nature as he shrugged. "Though I'm easy to find if you reconsider. I'm either along the fields or outskirts, hunting mostly...but I would make the time should you need it." He assured her. Her warning was accepted, Alistair would not be lured so easily, not again. Though had she changed her mind he would be true to his word and accept to be there should she call for him. He continued to observe her palm, tracing the lines as he grinned. "Flattery is what comes initially. The lines tell you are a fine lover...easy to seak pleasure...but hardly for yourself. Pain and pleasure are one of the same actually...always a motive. Unclear as to who that speaks of...for better or worse your heart is complete in all you do. This can bring great joy or greater pain...again pain and pleasure one in the same. The lines pathing the way toward your future remain untouched...Where that leads is up to you. You've had quite a remarkable journey to bring you here." Alistair rubbed his hands together to build warmth before enclosing them around her own, to share the warmth emitted. "You're passionate...you're a survivor first and foremost. The saving grace of all of this is, you never let it break you. You push on, move onto the next challenge and overcome that. Truth be told, I'm quite envious of you. I share the same principles but lacked the same resolve. The old me, would push to champion for you in this trying time of need, as a way to...prove myself. You're beautiful, and your taste lingers like warm honey on the tongue. I would take on this task furiously to prove I am a man worthy of your time and body..." Alistair chuckled and shook his head. "I've admittedly read far too much fiction when the hero always lands the damsel in distress after rescuing them from the dragon. I never would have once considered perhaps you held your reasons, or to simply trust that you knew what you were doing. I never would have stopped to think, I'm holding your body right now. Sharing it's warmth...your lips here to taste if I so desired at this moment. That my company is not something that needed to be proven, because here we are...I never simply embraced the here and now and let tomorrow come when it may." His arm simply draped around the waist of Rexanna as the other played along with her fingers. "Suppose I should considerate it fortunate tomorrow won't come for quite a while, which leaves plenty of time to enjoy the present." Hair brushed around her neck, Alistair would place a gentle kiss along Rexanna's neck, softly breathing in her scent as he smirked against her flesh. "What is it this god has against you...why would you even return to confront it if you knew there was a luming threat in doing so? You're either foolish or brave or both. ...for posterities sake I'll lean toward the former." He chuckled quietly, repeating the previous motion to keep her hands warm.