Fridgar Calder, he was named. "Yes, Mr. Calder?" Fridgar returned with a cocky grin. They were both Mr. Calder now, though Alistair was a doctor... Dr. Calder, was his name. "Or should I say... Dr. Calder?" He offered with a wink before raising his head to meet lips with his Kindal. Gods, the human was so perfect. To think that all this time they'd been destined to come together again. This time though, they should try and be made worthy for Thetros, then they can remember their past lives with ease. He didn't want to forget his time with Alistair in this life.
As for 'strong current', well... that could be taken a number of ways. What kind of current were they talking about here? Fridgar smirked, looking over the human with a rather particular look in his eyes, one Alistair might be familiar with. "I'll show you a strong current, Kindal," he whispered into the human's ear, baring a toothy grin as he shifted their weights and sat up, lifting Alistair's weight off him. He then shifted onto his knees and wrapped his arms around the human before pressing onto his feet and lifting the comparably small weight of the human.
He didn't know what Alistair's new name meant, but he'd noticed a change in the human... He wasn't as dominant or fierce, he was... submissive, his to play with like putty in his paws. Fridgar pulled the human into a cradle in his large arms, holding him by the shoulder blades and by the hook of the knee. He then kissed hard into his mate's lips, opening their mouths and pushing his tongue into the smaller man's hot maw. The Lothar sighed through the kiss, infinitely satisfied in knowing that Alistair was all his. All of Gauthrel would know, tonight, that Alistair belonged to him. How would he go about such a feat? By expressing all the love he could as hard as he he could for as long as he could.
Alistair might have trouble walking in the coming trials, Fridgar was very intent on showing his boundless love and devotion to the human.
When alas, he withdrew his tongue, the human spoke his wedding vows. He promised to be all of Fridgar's, his belonging. No matter what, he would provide for the Lothar. Fridgar smiled, joyous, it was so good to hear the human say all these things, and he had something to say in return. "And I am yours, my beloved husband," Fridgar kissed him again, following up with his own vow. "And I will always love and care for you, my rose. I will protect you from all things that would wish harm of any kind upon you. And when I'm not fighting or a asserting your honour, I will be at your side, professing my love for you in every way," Fridgar smiled, his eyes alight with bliss as he removed his gaze from the human.
A quick glance to Hadvar ensured that the ceremony was now over before Fridgar kissed the human again and again, dotting any exposed skin with his affections. Then, he held tight to the human as he ran off, accidentally knocking the woman that had been talking with Finn to the floor, flat on her face with Alistair's legs. "My love!" Fridgar called out, somewhat startled. "You're not hurt are you?" he paid no attention to the concealed female and instead worried for his mate. A sly wink would meet with Finn if he were watching, perhaps hinting that he'd done it on purpose? Once satisfied that Alistair was okay, Fridgar resumed his mad dash for their chambers with increasing difficulty in running as his blood rushed elsewhere...
As for 'strong current', well... that could be taken a number of ways. What kind of current were they talking about here? Fridgar smirked, looking over the human with a rather particular look in his eyes, one Alistair might be familiar with. "I'll show you a strong current, Kindal," he whispered into the human's ear, baring a toothy grin as he shifted their weights and sat up, lifting Alistair's weight off him. He then shifted onto his knees and wrapped his arms around the human before pressing onto his feet and lifting the comparably small weight of the human.
He didn't know what Alistair's new name meant, but he'd noticed a change in the human... He wasn't as dominant or fierce, he was... submissive, his to play with like putty in his paws. Fridgar pulled the human into a cradle in his large arms, holding him by the shoulder blades and by the hook of the knee. He then kissed hard into his mate's lips, opening their mouths and pushing his tongue into the smaller man's hot maw. The Lothar sighed through the kiss, infinitely satisfied in knowing that Alistair was all his. All of Gauthrel would know, tonight, that Alistair belonged to him. How would he go about such a feat? By expressing all the love he could as hard as he he could for as long as he could.
Alistair might have trouble walking in the coming trials, Fridgar was very intent on showing his boundless love and devotion to the human.
When alas, he withdrew his tongue, the human spoke his wedding vows. He promised to be all of Fridgar's, his belonging. No matter what, he would provide for the Lothar. Fridgar smiled, joyous, it was so good to hear the human say all these things, and he had something to say in return. "And I am yours, my beloved husband," Fridgar kissed him again, following up with his own vow. "And I will always love and care for you, my rose. I will protect you from all things that would wish harm of any kind upon you. And when I'm not fighting or a asserting your honour, I will be at your side, professing my love for you in every way," Fridgar smiled, his eyes alight with bliss as he removed his gaze from the human.
A quick glance to Hadvar ensured that the ceremony was now over before Fridgar kissed the human again and again, dotting any exposed skin with his affections. Then, he held tight to the human as he ran off, accidentally knocking the woman that had been talking with Finn to the floor, flat on her face with Alistair's legs. "My love!" Fridgar called out, somewhat startled. "You're not hurt are you?" he paid no attention to the concealed female and instead worried for his mate. A sly wink would meet with Finn if he were watching, perhaps hinting that he'd done it on purpose? Once satisfied that Alistair was okay, Fridgar resumed his mad dash for their chambers with increasing difficulty in running as his blood rushed elsewhere...
