11-22-2015, 10:31 AM
yael
Exhausted, Yael falls into him, letting her much slighter form lean into the brawny, broad chest that might break any other mare her size. She would never let on that pushing against Etro’s growing power was not as easy as it looked (though she could feel her trying to reign it in, and her heart broke a little to feel her daughter despise her nature); their abilities grew in tandem. Etro would never be able to quell her mother’s magic entirely, but if Yael were to be tired or ill, it would certainly prove difficult to be near each other. Next time they see each other, the golden mare will experiment with pushing the magic down, down, down, and bottling it up for awhile. Perhaps that would help. Perhaps there could be more visits that way.
She murmurs something unintelligible into his chest, and then lets herself be pulled into the Gods’ world.
She’s dreamed of his caress for years, sleeping alone in this big, empty bed - on the off chance that she even could drift off into dreamland. But this time it is real; this time, this time there isn’t going to be an aching in her heart and an emptiness between her thighs. She can hardly believe it, but she spent half the night watching his sleeping form (how could he sleep when he’d been dead for so long?), making sure he wasn’t going to disappear from her side. This time it’s real. This time, when he draws her into his muscular arms and presses the hard length of his body against her back, she is awakened with an electric zing. A soft sigh rumbles in the back of her throat in response. Yes. Yes please.
She turns to him, opening her eyes to gaze upon the face that had captivated her with his first step into her throne room. A gentle kiss urges him to continue, gasping softly when he grabs her hair and pulls her head back. But it is not to be. A sudden surge of power thrums across the room and her eyes fly open, knowing full well who has graced them with their presences. She would know that power signature anywhere.
She pushes him away from her, and turns her attention to the Gods, meeting their gazes with her silent, albeit curious one. They break the news to her sun and stars, taking away the heaviness that she has shielded him from. Yael has no desire to take up the throne again. Though her body may seem the same - able to effortlessly bear the weight of the world, she brought him back for a far more selfish reason that may not ever be evident. Their home needed a leader, and she did not want the responsibility. Yael is so very tired.
For some reason, the Gods take pity on her and do her dirty work, leaving the olive-skinned woman to hug her knees to her chest on the chaise and watch it all without a peep. By the end, she has a little crooked smile on her face and chuckles good naturedly at Isis (if she wanted to mount her sun and stars, could Yael really deny a Goddess - or fault her for her desire?) She even winks back at Osiris and mouths a ‘thank you.’ before he disappears, returning to wherever it is that Gods spend their time.
And then they return to their own.
“Vell… t’at vas eenteresting…” Warm, cinnamon brown eyes look up at the latest King of the Desert and she cannot hide the amused expression in her eyes, or the teasing tone in her voice. “Come, my Keeng. T’here ees much to catch you up on… The first and foremost being anozer var… You alvays xaf ze best timing, don’t you?”
As for Camrynn… Yael can feel what happens to her, and she is curious… but she will obey the Gods and let the black Queen remain within the sands. She will not pretend to know what they are thinking, and she will not interrupt her happiness to find out.
She murmurs something unintelligible into his chest, and then lets herself be pulled into the Gods’ world.
She’s dreamed of his caress for years, sleeping alone in this big, empty bed - on the off chance that she even could drift off into dreamland. But this time it is real; this time, this time there isn’t going to be an aching in her heart and an emptiness between her thighs. She can hardly believe it, but she spent half the night watching his sleeping form (how could he sleep when he’d been dead for so long?), making sure he wasn’t going to disappear from her side. This time it’s real. This time, when he draws her into his muscular arms and presses the hard length of his body against her back, she is awakened with an electric zing. A soft sigh rumbles in the back of her throat in response. Yes. Yes please.
She turns to him, opening her eyes to gaze upon the face that had captivated her with his first step into her throne room. A gentle kiss urges him to continue, gasping softly when he grabs her hair and pulls her head back. But it is not to be. A sudden surge of power thrums across the room and her eyes fly open, knowing full well who has graced them with their presences. She would know that power signature anywhere.
She pushes him away from her, and turns her attention to the Gods, meeting their gazes with her silent, albeit curious one. They break the news to her sun and stars, taking away the heaviness that she has shielded him from. Yael has no desire to take up the throne again. Though her body may seem the same - able to effortlessly bear the weight of the world, she brought him back for a far more selfish reason that may not ever be evident. Their home needed a leader, and she did not want the responsibility. Yael is so very tired.
For some reason, the Gods take pity on her and do her dirty work, leaving the olive-skinned woman to hug her knees to her chest on the chaise and watch it all without a peep. By the end, she has a little crooked smile on her face and chuckles good naturedly at Isis (if she wanted to mount her sun and stars, could Yael really deny a Goddess - or fault her for her desire?) She even winks back at Osiris and mouths a ‘thank you.’ before he disappears, returning to wherever it is that Gods spend their time.
And then they return to their own.
“Vell… t’at vas eenteresting…” Warm, cinnamon brown eyes look up at the latest King of the Desert and she cannot hide the amused expression in her eyes, or the teasing tone in her voice. “Come, my Keeng. T’here ees much to catch you up on… The first and foremost being anozer var… You alvays xaf ze best timing, don’t you?”
As for Camrynn… Yael can feel what happens to her, and she is curious… but she will obey the Gods and let the black Queen remain within the sands. She will not pretend to know what they are thinking, and she will not interrupt her happiness to find out.