08-29-2016, 04:06 PM
now don’t you understand…that I’m never changing who I am?
There was a pause. She watched him, and felt the nip of his cold lips on her body, and she rightly shuddered. She backed away from him just ever so slightly, but silently, it would have been visible to any that the hair on her back stood straight on end, suddenly aware of everything about him. He was so not right. She was the God Mother—the mother of Kings, and the politician. She was responsible for 4 generations of Kings and Queens in the Forbidden Dale, and was the lover of the infamous Plug, who had more children than sense. But that had never mattered to her; she had had his heart. But always at the center of their exchange was for the good of the Kingdom. The Lord and Lady—the mother and father of the next king, and then the Queen that followed. The madness in their line was tinged with the gifted graces of the deep magic.
Magicians who could bend the world to their whim with the barest glimpse, a mere blink.
Despite the revealed the grasses, the temperature in the area had not gone up, and Reggie found that the breath she released into the air plumed away from her like tiny ice feathers that were going up towards Heaven. It was not a surprise to her when Ruan had joined her at the perimeter of their tiny oasis. With the ease of breathing, he created a crystalline goblet out of snow and ice, filled with the clearest water that his blood could muster. That he invited her to partake however, that did illicit a response out of her. He was so giving, and for a minute she found herself delving into his mind, wondering what sense of artifice there would be to be found there… What does he want with her?
There was not another creature in her entire acquaintance that has ever treated her thus. With such attentiveness, and yet, willing to give her the space he felt she needed. She shook her head and the wind picked up blowing her hair away from her face. The ease she felt, she quieted her mind for just a moment and retreated from his thoughts long enough to have her own consciousness prick up for the moment. He had been looking for someone—a female? Lover?
Sister.
Family was important. Family was what had been Reggie’s bargaining chip for power way back when. She had counted her prayers and had found the grace of the right ones—always the right ones—and yet now she realized that even despite having the perfect family drenched in power, there had been no love lost between them. Even now, she could feel the presence of a great grand daughter and a great great grandson, and yet she could not be less bothered at their existence. The fact that her companion longed to find his sister out of nothing more than the pure love he bore for her was new, almost foreign.
Love.
Had Reagan ever felt truly loved before? Her mind wracked with her past, and as her belly kicked with life, she knew that she did not truly love this child, but that as a daughter of Carnage, she would hold power. Power was important. Power was what mattered. Right?
Her own mind clouded, she found her pelt ruffled as the snow came down upon them both. She shook her entire body, and as the blanket fell in clumps around her, she enabled her age to do so as well. The moss, the lichen, and the scars came off of her in dust molecules, falling to the ground and dissipating as if they never were. Black, sleek mane and tail and a beautiful pewter grey pelt with darker ombre points revealed themselves. She was still obviously pregnant, but she for the moment shed the cloak of age and power and revealed herself as she actually was—
One who was eternal, never changing, screaming with power—and yet so afraid to truly use it.
This Ruan was making her question everything she had ever known. And yet, as silent as he stood, regarding her as to who she was and not WHAT she was, she found she could not help but reveal a silent peace of her hidden self, even as she knew it would hurt him—which she found was the last thing she wanted to do. She looked away into the distance, and leaned against him, parts of her warming inside that she forgot even existed within her. “She is not coming back, you know.”