PRAGUE
a touch of wicked, pinch of risqué
Prague has three men in her lifetime that had been noteworthy in her life. Berlin, her childhood love - naive, innocent, true but destined to fail. Mathieu, her first - three children, still fell prey to infidelity and then death. As an older magician she realizes now that she could have changed some circumstances. And last, there was Texas - he was the maggot writhing, pushing itself into her heart. He was vile, brash, unwanted but somehow he got in the thickest layers of scar tissue, doubt and insecurity. Prague has seen so many things in her life, some that have been deduced to short term memory and discarded but after all this time she still remembers the first time she saw Texas.
She was in her third year of ruling, shortly after being raped for the first time, shortly after she murdered her rapist and the current Falls Queen made snide remarks about her deserving it. Prague's war song was not a smart one, it wasn't carefully thought out it was all passion when she approached Texas and a few select others to join her tirade. She remembers him being older, his face less gray and his heart more giving, the muscles not as tightly bound. She asked for help and he helped her, no judgment and without a second glance. She is not sure how all the things between then and now came to pass. The iron-fisted Queen she was, full of newfound rage and misguided power, he was the one to help; Texas has always, in his own way, helped her. She watches him as he looks, she knows she appears as a ghost in his eyes - sometimes even when he really believed she had been a ghost, it was her way of checking in. Prague was not heartless, she was actually really selfless behind all the practiced facades. Things were always peaceful when they were really together but that quietness drove the lioness mad.
She doesn't know how to simply be.
He mentions the Jungle but she knows that he can smell the hibiscus nectar on her skin, her summer coat even in the spring, the way the sun has bleached her gray skin to white. They both knew she would always be this way, even if she were to live elsewhere (which she has tried) that she could not be fully present anywhere else. Although I'm sure you would love to have a false sense of entitlement over me, being 'King'," she smiles a weak smile, it's unsure just as her heart is on the matters at hand, "that isn't the case and you know it." Prague is sure that no one would want to listen to two ancient people talk about times of old but she couldn't take the risk. Her honey colored eyes close and her lips whisper a chant, she starts a spinning vortex around them and provides a barrier for eyes, ears and other magicians (at least those not as skilled or old as she). Her eyes squint, her thick black lashes lifting her eyes back open as she watches both of their forelocks dance around - she shifts her weight to distribute her center of gravity. "As I'm sure you're aware, the Chamber has raped the Gates Queen and murdered a child, we have been asked to aide. I got the word that our allegiance is with the Gates but we, ourselves, are not unified in this decision. Please share with no one, if you do I will curse you," she says, though she knows that Texas would normally crack a joke at this, her tone is dry - serious - she could not risk her home or sisters, even for Texas. "It's a different time now, the Chamber has magician's and a Raven Queen, if they ally with the Valley my magic will be tested heavily against multiples," she speaks strongly, unafraid but realistically, "I cannot ask you to stand with us, that is not my place at this time in my life but I can do the right thing, for once, in my life," her voice wavers, she is showing a real emotion for the first time she can remember since a young yearling Queen. "I will do what is necessary of me to protect my family, my tribe; my life-" she stops, a large knot presents itself in her stomach and her throat. The gray cannot continue on with this conversation, she does not have the capability to let all guards diminish.
The vortex spirals upward and the view of them is once again clear, the dust settles and she reaches out to Texas, her honey eyes affectionately taking in his graying face. "What is new with the Falls, are you interested in an alliance with the Amazons?" she quickly becomes a iron-fist, a block by block her wall is rebuilt. Prague loved Texas greatly, she has never known what it means to be in love but when she loves it is for life. Poor unfortunate soul.
ooc: you can't hear any of the middle unless you're texas. you can see the tornado if you are a passerby and wanna jump in :)