Nevayah didn't answer his question. In response, she wrapped her arms around the tainted-blood as he did, Pulling him into an embrace that made electricity shoot through his skin in a matter of seconds. Her fingers ran up and down his back as she held him, his hands up and down her sides as he did her... Together, for a minute or two, they just stood there and hugged one another, the happiest people in the world just sharing a comforting embrace... Lanister let out a sigh, more content with where he was right now than he ever was before... He was so happy he managed to convince his Nevayah to stay... He was so happy that she let him hold her, kiss her and be hers despite the fact she was asking for an effective divorce only a moment ago. Old enemies would never tear them apart... Not the demon, not the Fat man... This town as a place of protection for all and they WERE safe, no matter what kind of bluster they may swing at them...
All good things must come to an end, though, as Nevayah pulled away just enough to steal a kiss of her own. He smiled at him and him at her, Lanister wishing they could just be like this forever... Forever was short, though, as his wife pulled away to find her clothes, Lanister running his hands through his brown hair to clean it up just a bit... He couldn't stop staring at Nevayah... There was something about her that made the other tainted so enticing... Something beyond looks or desires... Even after spending upwards of 14 years together, only the gods knew what that was...
Once Nevayah had slipped on her clothes, Lanister would do the same and in a few moments, it looked as though nothing had ever happened between them... at least, except for their breathing that they were still trying to get over. Before the male tainted could say anything, kiss Nevayah again or both, they both heard a soft knocking against the door, followed by the sound of their son's voice, muffled by the door. Lanister couldn't help but let out a laugh as he heard Izayah, throwing the door open and wrapping his arms around his little boy with a smile on his face.
"We know, Izayah..." Lanister snickered before pulling away and making his way downstairs.
Emia was hard at work with Emria, setting the table with all the food, dishes and silverware, smiling all the while... There was very little she enjoyed more than giving back to her parents for the life she was giving to them... Although they may not yet know it... Some nights... when the nightmares are very vivid... She sometimes suspected that these weren't just nightmares... but memories... IT WAS hard to believe, what with her parents actually being slaves in a desert, horrible things done to them that she couldn't even put words too. Of course, she kept completely silent and was somewhat of a master at keeping silent, she thought. If she told them that the nightmares were still here and what her suspicions were... then they'd hide them away because her parents could surely do that... She'd be left in the dark, more alone than she would've been with the horrors keeping her company.
Once Lanister, Nevayah and Izayah entered the dining room, they were beheld with a grand spectacle. A LONG table filled almost to over-flowing with food from potatoes to chicken to roast... It was like they were having food for 20 over here in this one house... It was incredible how fast this food was prepared! Emia stood between her parents and the table, smiled as broad as she could before wrapping her arms around them both and smiling like she had achieved something special.
"Mom... Dad... This is for you..." She gestured to the feast before them, Lanister feeling the least like a slave than he ever did in his entire life... He looked over at his partner and love, grinning, expecting a similar reaction. How could she NOT be bedazzled by such a work of art? Even the smells seemed to be finely crafted to their tastes. In fact, if Lanister didn't know better, this place could've all been some kind of trap with how perfect it all was.