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Author Topic: Collecting Memory  (Read 328 times)

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Offline Thorn Zalishevin

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Collecting Memory
« on: May 14, 18, 06:15:00 AM »
Locale: 193 Late Spring, Near Black Castle, Sunset Rose Clearing

The moment finally arrives, when I shall experience joy ...


Today, the Lady Zalishevin was not easy to find at all. She had planned it that way, much as she had at least twice a week for the last several months. Coaxing the Lady Solace into helping her with her fears of compulsions without giving the "real" reason why had been easy enough, or at least, it was so she believed. What the younger, more powerful Black Widow hadn't realised was that Valor's mother hadn't needed to ask, because she had already seen well enough inside Thorn's thoughts and memories and had left a healing in place over a year ago that had been slowly working. If it had been swift and strong, Thorn would have noticed and indubitably due her stubbornness and painful memories, torn it free. But due the trust that she had given when near-conscious, though a difficult business, Solace's skill had seen through the trouble. After all, there was a reason the woman had been a Captain, once, if not now retired.

Thank the Mother for small favours.

If anyone had asked Thorn herself, she wouldn't have been able to give an answer as to why that particular issue had been at least a little less paralyzing of late, it just was. However, tasks as Court Seer had kept the lady extremely busy, but reasonably content on the work end of matters. Learning Advanced Protocol too, which was less of a joke than she had named it once and often left her with a headache, was nothing next to the constant fear of teaching the First Escort continual measures of Widow's Craft in secret.

Visits with her favourite sister, Charisma to learn a little more Court polish and to escape had as well been on her long list of activities and was one that helped her manage having no one to talk to except for those in the know, whom would have had little to no interest in the Lady Thorn's immature feelings. Facing a relaxed and nearly healed phobia wasn't easy on anyone, and especially not so for a Casted witch as strong as Thorn was. It didn't mean that her weakness still wasn't compulsions, nor did it mean as of yet that she didn't find them repulsive. However, Thorn was finally beginning to see the benefit outweigh the discomfort. She could use a few of them on absolutely vile individuals, without losing her lunch.

Mostly.

But she couldn't do it without having her entire equilibrium be off, and it wouldn't do for that to be noticed. It was safer, more over, to take occasional trips to find the various poisons components she needed when working through those dangerous lessons, as it left her edgy, tense, prickly, and slightly off for a good twelve hours. The best thing as a result, was looking for the best poisonous herbs, ingredients for toxins, and so forth. Unfortunately, the flower that the Court Seer was looking for wasn't in bloom where she had believed it was. As such, rather than leave the pretty meadow she'd found a good run west of the Black Castle, she had stayed, lingering with a wistfulness that stole the breath.

It had been absolutely ironic that wandering had taken her here, of all places. It was too early now, easing toward sunset with golds and reds beginning to slide into the sky, but at night, this area would be filled with flowers, though not as much as Summertime. Thorn folded her arms, dissonantly aware of the pale pink silk of her blouse, the soft cotton of her walking skirt in a slightly darker hue. Whisper of cloth however, couldn't warm her the way such subtleness usually did. Sapphire eyes swept her surroundings in a rather dim mood.

If I could only ...

Despite that, she could recall the moment with frustrating clarity. Several feet to the left of where she stood was where she had first met Valor Tanithil with her brothers. Probably, it would have been smart to keep walking from here, but the Black Widow found herself rooted to the spot, a shiver practically unmaking her composure. Trembling fingers brushed over a scarred breast mostly covered by pink silk. With everything that had happened over the last several years, she couldn't help but wonder if he would be better off without her presence in his life, if perhaps there might have been less tragedy in it.

A quiet sigh spilled free and Thorn plopped herself most ungraciously on the ground in the circles of mostly closed flowers after spreading a blanket to sit on in a soft grey. The monochrome hue puzzled the woman for some moments until she placed that it was one of Valor's; no sooner than settling it had the scents of iron and pine rose full and clear forth. Anxious attention wandered while her fingers brushed over the utilitarian item. She couldn't have resisted if even an attempt had been made, it would be a little while before the Black Widow departed.

Wild, night-blooming red and sapphire roses usually bloomed in this spot and only opened up at sunset, a fascinating crossing with a type of jasmine that was very rare, much like quite a number of the flora close to the Black Castle. 'You fool no one, Rose. Without him, you would be dead inside a year from recklessness, or worse,' she recalled her her sister Charisma noting with dry amusement just a month ago. 'If you confessed to Prince Valor that truth, it would be very obvious whether you wandered to others or no. Warlord Princes, they need to see these things, and hear them.'

Idle fingers plucked very gently at the greenery, taking care not to hurt any closed blooms. Once, she would have been able to fully read Prince Valor's moods, but ever since her refusal to part with her lover in Blade Amdir, there was, at least to her, something all together sharper in the slightly younger man's psychic scent. However, Thorn knew better to attribute it only to that. The loss of one of Valor's sisters', the near miss with her own sister Charisma, the Lady Scribe's departure, of which, she suspected he still hadn't found a suitable replacement ... it was stress on top of more of it, with very little reprieve, which didn't even begin to touch on his position as Master of the Guard for the Territory Court.

Something had happened which the woman was almost sure of, that Thorn was unable to put a pulse to yet. Such thoughts had only increased a deep desire to escape for a while, earlier than usual, placing her two days off of schedule. Huffing a breath, she lay down on the blanket, and narrowed her eyes before producing a comfortable neck pillow. "Perhaps I could just stay here, and no one will notice my absence. Not long, just enough ..." Thorn considered while on the edge of relaxation, entirely blaming the blanket and the scent of it for her desire to just be still rather than the busy schedule. One heeled burgundy hued shoe was toed almost lazily off and was soon followed by the second. It left her in cream lace stockinged feet.

Yes, almost perfect ...

Due the responsibility of certain business, she tried to be as circumspect as possible in her activities, while as transparent as she dared without opening herself to inquiry from the Coven. Luckily, due to so many difficulties, her own skill and care while serving in the Black Court had kept eyes off of her, precisely as expected. It weighed upon Thorn, however, that in pleasing herself, she had caused pain. That said, in teaching the dual Casted Prince Amdir, and occasionally warming his bed, she had learned half a million truths about herself, particularly regarding her own fears, deeper matters about her Caste, the kind of wife she wanted to be just for a short section of that list.

These were all heavy thoughts that had been shared with no one, lest she rock the potential and ruin it. For the time being, Valor had not decided to be rid of her, for which in considering it, she shivered again. When she had woken all those months ago briefly, still to find him not returned with her sister, it had shaken something in Thorn that had yet to really repair. After all, how could one recover from the idea that the Brood were a scarier threat than previously accepted? To herself, Thorn could admit she hadn't been sleeping enough due to deeply unpleasant dreams wrapped like a cruel fist around her heart. Having to confront how she would feel with his loss had caused the Black Widow to break a wine glass last week, and the deep gash on her palm, wrist, and forearm weren't exactly pretty.

Clumsy fool woman.

Moreover, while committed to marriage still with Valor, she had no desire to end as his mother, Lady Solace had, with such sadness in her eyes, nor did Thorn her own mother, Lady Periwinkle, whom yet mourned so many that were lost. Even in a technical sense, she could admit that Prince Amdir was the better at raw sensual skill. He had promised that he would be, and had upheld it, though it was akin to telling a wildcat they had teeth. The thought made the Court Seer laugh a little, but not enough. There were unhappy shadows in the mirth that didn't belong which obscured how well she had been healing. Being with the elder man made her miss Valor ferociously, ache for only what he could give.

Except, the younger Prince Tanithil was the one person that Rose trusted with her heart, every broken and confused layer of it. Which was why it weighed so heavily upon her that she could not share with him her deepest secret. More than a thousand times had passed when she nearly parted her lips, and confessed. Several deep golden strands of her hair slid through gloved fingertips before the Illusions parted to reveal the perfect silver-blonde of her true colour; still now only her mother, siblings, his mother, and Valor himself had ever seen it. Just now, Thorn was very much considering cutting it all off. Her nose wrinkled.

No, terrible idea.

"Most of the time, I am at the Queen's Pleasure and Business. My heart has never wavered, not once, not ever, nor will it," Thorn murmured softly. It mattered more than ever however, that she ensure that Amdir's learning was complete. Yet, just now, she couldn't bring herself to study more of the darkest parts of a Black Widow's path. Instead, the lady pulled free from her psychic cabinet several stolen pages of Valor's writing, one of which out of the four she had upon her lap was still her favourite. It was a piece she had come across years ago, in simpler times.

Vanishing the gloves and leaving one bandaged hand and arm with fingertips free, long, wicked nails which were hilariously painted in a soft pink to match her attire brushed over the parchment. A soft hiss left her lips as she began to read quietly, then couldn't help humming before pulling one of the many pins from her hair, which let a few more strands free. Other than the occasional private bath, it was probably true she hadn't sung even a few phrases in the last two years, and especially not this particular piece which had taken her six hours of dedicated searching to even find again. Written with an incredible amount of feeling, Thorn felt her eyes fill with warmth, and then tears. In such fullness of passion Thorn began to sing the terribly haunting melody while the sun began to set. As such, the roses that the Lady Zalishevin lay ensconced within began to bloom in a ripple around her as the sky darkened, almost as if her dusky soprano voice were the draw.

♪♪"At last comes the moment, when, without reserve, I can rejoice
In my lover's arms: timid scruples, hence from my heart,
Do not come to trouble my delight.
Oh how the spirit of this place, the earth and the sky,
Seem to echo the fire of love!
How the night furthers my stealth!

Come, do not delay, oh bliss, where love calls thee to joy,
While night's torch does not shine in the sky,
The air is still dark and the world quiet.
Here murmurs the stream, here sports the breeze,
Which refreshes the heart with its sweet whispers.
Flowers smile and the grass is cool;
Everything invites to the pleasures of love.
Come, my dearest, and amid these sheltered trees
I will wreathe thy brow with roses."♪♪*


English Libretto for 'Guinse alfin il momento ... deh vieni non tardar, o gioja bella' from The Marriage of Figaro, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.*
"Do they not bleed from the bite of a Thorn?"

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Re: Collecting Memory
« Reply #1 on: May 14, 18, 06:59:25 PM »
Valor Tanithil was the easiest man to find in Dea al Mon. The Black Court’s Master of the Guard made his rounds daily, inspecting his men and their patrol routes with (and without) their knowledge. When he wasn’t on rounds, he was in his office tending to the stacks of paperwork that never seemed to abate. If Valor thought that his move from the First Circle over a year ago would lessen his paperwork load, he was sorely mistaken. These days, missives and requests for assistance for matters minor and major took up any of his time that wasn’t devoted making his rounds, conferring with his Queen or the rest of the Triangle, or generally trying to ensure that an attack like the one that befell the Black Court over a year ago never happened again.

The harder I work, the more I fall behind, it seems.

His rounds took him past the office of his betrothed, Thorn, the woman whose presence was both a balm to a soul and a splinter beneath his skin. They’d danced around each other so long, held back their feelings so many times that Valor almost didn’t know how else to operate with her. Did he remain circumspect in his actions and assume that she understood how he felt about her? Or did he make a declaration and pray that it didn’t scare her off? He wanted her. More than that he needed her in ways that he refused to need anyone else. He considered that as he came to the door to Thorn’s office, only to find it empty.

Empty.

Valor imagined the places she could be snarled.

Anyone within a few feet of the office would have seen the ice crystals form on the door, then beneath Valor’s feet. They spread the length of the hallway,  just as Valor’s anger and resentment spread through his body from head to toe. She wasn’t here, now, when he’d wanted to see her. Ever since Charisma’s kidnapping, Valor’s had kept watch on Thorn’s movements as well as the movements of his mother, father, sisters, and Queen. The Master of the Guard had a right and a duty to know these things, so Valor never questioned if, perhaps, he’d grown overprotective or smothering in his attentions to the people around him. There was no question in his mind. He was in the right and that was all he needed to know.

But Thorn wasn’t here. He needed her and she wasn’t here. Valor reached into his Sapphire and focused upon his Mark, the one that allowed him to know without fail where Thorn was. More than once, he’d done this only to sense that Thorn was in the presence of the First Escort, Prince Amdir. Valor and Blade were different men, different beasts, connected by women that they both held dear, and even one whom they disagreed upon. Fir was gone and Blade blamed him for that, on some level. Gale was their Queen and they both sought to be worthy supports to her. Scion Sigurd was an irritant to Blade and an ally to Valor, at least granting Valor a small edge in that area for the time being.

But Thorn was his and Blade delighted in needling Valor about whatever project they were working on, one that allowed Blade to work his ill charms on the woman that Valor--

Valor turned away from the door and let the mark pull him to his prey.

The few people that Valor encountered during his pursuit of the High Seer thought to speak to him until they were close enough to see the look in his cold blue eyes. The sword strapped his back was warning enough; where it wasn’t the long knives at his hip delivered a sharper message. But few people dared to stand in the way of a Warlord Prince riding the Killing Edge, especially this close to such a dangerous time of year. They got the hell out of his way, and quickly, because Valor would cut them down without pausing to wipe the blood from his blades.

He trudged onward, leaving the Black Castle proper and heading in familiar direction, though he did not pick up on it at first. More people, more bodies to tear to pieces. They moved aside for him because they did not want to die. Valor kept moving because her scent was close, so close now that he could practically taste it. Thorn’s blood was spicy, though with a hint of the sweetness from the flower that matched her given name. Rose. His teeth had sunk into her flesh more than once and now Valor longed to mark her again, and again, and again, until she and Blade both understood to whom she belonged. Valor had a thousand visions of what he planned to do to her when he found her, several beginning with shaking some sense into that pretty little skull of hers.

Her singing stopped him in his tracks, burning away his other thoughts, save for one.

Valor sharpened his hearing and knew it was Thorn before a third note had even passed from her song. How long had it been since he’d heard her sing. She used to do it all the time. Valor’s walked slowly in that direction, thankful that his armor had been enchanted with spells to silence its movements. He watched her, sitting there in the clearing and singing to herself. Even more beautiful now than shortly after they’d met for the first time. She was here, alone, for reasons he did not know. There was danger everywhere, though Valor pitied the fool who thought to take Thorn unawares or against her will. He’d even paid the price for such action once or twice and learned his folly only after he was staring up at her.

He waited until she finished her song, if only because he wanted to hear the end of it. He also needed a moment to take most of the edge out of his voice.

I always did like this place.” he said, stepping into the clearing. He didn’t close the distance between them fully, not yet. He watched her, pinning her in his gaze like a hare he would chase down if she even thought to run.

I stopped by your office. You weren’t there. I came looking”  Valor said, explaining his presence in three short sentences that shouldn't have surprised her, given all that they knew of each other.

Since you have no escort, I offer myself to the task, effective immediately. Now, then…

What are we doing here, my love?



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Re: Collecting Memory
« Reply #2 on: May 16, 18, 05:28:40 AM »
Normally, Thorn would have noticed if she was being lovingly stalked, but sometimes despite the difference in Jewels, Valor could and did outdo her, his passionately violent Caste giving him more than enough of edge. So when the barely leashed, and just gently blunted baritone voice filled the silence after she halted singing, the Lady Zalishevin's immediate reaction was to laugh, turn over on the blanket with pages scattering at her side while checking to see if her hair was reasonably in place with her right hand (not the bandaged one, which lay plainly visible supporting her chin).

She studied his face, and bearing for a long several heartbeats, no answer given just yet. Instead, Thorn very carefully stood up, eyeing her abandoned heels for a few thoughtful moments before shaking her head that direction and instead, lightly shielded her feet. He had kept a little of a distance from her, the Black Widow noticed, just as much as she did the weight of stress on his shoulders. They needed to talk, as well, she knew, but nothing good would happen like this with them both a little on edge. So in observing Valor, just as it was in thinking about him, she bit her lower lip and it felt like her heart had his hand closed around it.

As the truth was, it had been quite some time since Thorn had needed to read the words he had written. Chances were, even though she had not noticed his presence until he spoke, he had to have been standing there for sometime, which meant he needed something to calm him. Thorn did not perform for many; that was more her sister's preference, Charisma was better at it, while she tended to save her voice for floral arrangements, bath time, cooking, paperwork, and after sex with Valor. With very good balance, Thorn twirled, making a sharp circle around him, but never actually setting a foot behind the man, thus, a three-quarter circle turn. Nervousness slipped through a typically highly confident face for a split-second of the vulnerable. As such, instead of speaking, ruining the beautiful spell of just observing Valor, she stared at him, and began to sing the piece again from memory.

♪"Come, do not delay, oh bliss where love ... calls thee to joy!"♪ Each word was ornamented with both sweetness and spice, heavier of course on the latter as Thorn was always precisely as she was in being a Black Widow and had learned to embrace that part of herself until there really wasn't a beginning and an end between the woman, and Widow.

Fingertips reached toward the sky in her dance, which had only further darkened a little with more red streaking across the sky, infinitely suitable for the next lines that her voice caressed over. ♪"While night's torch ... does not shine in the sky, the air is still dark, and the world quiet."♪

Finally, Thorn ceased her movement, her fingertips a mere arm length away before she began to twirl away, but never far, still singing. She needed to finish the lines, it seemed important somehow that she do so while aware that Valor was listening. ♪"Here murmurs the stream, here sports the breeze, which refreshes the heart with ... its sweet whispers."♪

Together, her hands pressed to her heart as she swayed side to side, overtaken by the sense of, not the music, but more, just as when she had first found the tossed away pages, that someone had written the pretty thing and hadn't even considered just how perfect it would be set to music, or, frustration. Though interesting, she had never asked, but the question certainly begged an answer. What sort of man writes such deep, complex words of love? Thorn had no idea even whether it was something he would want to discuss, so, she simply imbued her thoughts on the matter, the sheer beauty of it, into her voice. ♪"Flowers smile and the grass is cool; Everything invites to the pleasures of love."♪

For the last of the selection, Thorn moved closer still to Valor, inviting his presence into the little space of solitude she had taken. It made her realise in not offering even a simple reminder, that the chances were high that she'd frightened him, and there was one thing that men like him despised, and it was lacking knowledge of what, when, where their people were, if they were safe.

True, Thorn could defend herself, which was why she hadn't thought of it. Damned Protocol Lessons seemed to have a point even here, she thought dryly, and yet, the last line and the ornamentations she had written to track what had seemed to her a blooming for the entire poem made her gasp with feeling unexpectedly. ♪"Come, my dearest, and amid these sheltered trees, I will wreathe thy brow with roses."♪ With the last, she left a pair of minutes of silence, and watching Valor for a while longer before taking in the sights around them. It really was very pretty. She smiled again.

"I did indeed forget that I required an Escort, so I believe I owe you a forfeit of some type, your choice," she replied slowly, and more patiently than once might have been the case. She called forth a very tiny map, and pointed at the markings on it. "I go walking alone twice a week, here, here, and here, but usually not as far as this place. I needed an ... additional reprieve this week. I apologise ... for not informing of the change. It is ..." and there her cheeks reddened sharply without the illusions hiding that particular trait at all. "... Very private, but not from you."

She took a slow breath, stepped closer, but remained precision neat outside of Valor's personal space despite ... how every bit of her wanted nothing more than to fall into his arms. Mother Night, he's lovely. "I was doing exactly what you have seen. Having ... fun. I could not find the poison herb I was looking for, I miscalculated the growing cycle for it. I have three books of advanced compulsions waiting for me when I return--"

A shaky sigh followed a distinct shiver, and out poured at least part of what had her so off. "It is a tangle when I am afraid of my own Craft, isn't it? I am working to fix that, but its ... messy. I feel so wrong after, using them. You must have been beside yourself, to track me all the way out here. I really am sorry," the Black Widow murmured, tenderness in her voice.

I could stare at him all day.

"I hadn't intended to leave for a while. You needn't watch me as though you're prepared to pounce, Valor, unless it simply pleases you. Really, I won't leave your sight for ... the rest of the day. May I approach ... please?"
"Do they not bleed from the bite of a Thorn?"

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Re: Collecting Memory
« Reply #3 on: May 17, 18, 01:00:01 AM »
Valor watched Thorn as she moved. Every curve, every sway of her hips earned Valor’s notice and appraisal. Words failed to describe just how much he desired her. Valor once thought that he could live his life without Thorn in it, that he could live solely with having access to her body and nothing else. Watching her now, Valor knew himself a fool. Thorn had somehow taken his mind away from the sadness he’d felt after Zephyr contracted the waste, his unrequited love for his best friend forever denied. Thorn made Valor hunger for her, made him think about things that he’d vowed never to consider, and then forced Valor to admit that he couldn’t live without her.

What spell did you weave on me, to make me need you this way?

I accept your apology, Thorn. You know I do. But with everything that’s happening and that is happening, I cannot leave your safety to chance. Yours, especially.” Valor said, biting down his next comment. She was contrite and his point would not be better made by hammering it home. Valor sighed softly.

I would like to stay here for a bit with you, if you don’t mind. There are things I need to say to you. Things that I’ve wanted to say and just...I haven't’ said them. I’m terrible with feelings, as you know. Unless they’re written down.” Valor said, looking down and away from her. Why was it so hard for him to simply tell her how he felt? Why did it feel to him that words would never, ever be enough to convey what he needed to say to Thorn?

She hated Compulsions and their effect on the mind. They’d discussed a number of times over the past year, but it was only recently, when Valor had seen her studying from those books, that Valor understood how much it bothered her. That same revulsion flowed through her now and Valor thought he could feel his skin crawling beneath his armor in sympathy with Thorn’s feelings. Valor’s expression softened at Thorn’s question to him. She was waiting for him to invite her closer and he was standing there...just standing there.

Come here, love. Please.” Valor said, taking a step forward to meet her half way. The moment that she was close enough, Valor pulled her into a near-crushing embrace, letting her scent and softness wash over him. His eyes closed. He sighed and held her there for several seconds before grudgingly deciding that letting her breathe would keep her settled. He released her so that he could look at her, make sure that she wasn’t injured or marked in any way that wouldn’t heal. He pushed a lock of that pale hair from her face with one gauntlet, his gaze boring into her own.

It's been awhile since I watched you have fun. Your brothers would be cross with me, I think, for how focused upon duty things have become. Charisma would give me a stern talking to. All we do now is prepare to fight the Brood. Or return from fighting the Brood. Or plan to fight the Brood.” Valor said, taking a deep breath.

That song you were singing...were those my words?” he asked, his tone inquiring. Valor couldn’t be sure, for if those words had belonged to him, he hadn’t read them in years. He’d thrown away so many would-be poems and paens to his Queen, or to Zephyr, or even to Thorn herself, pieces of parchment that he never considered again after they discarded them. He never showed them to anyone, but if anyone could recover those long-forgotten, unencumbered words, it was Thorn. His Black Widow was beyond resourceful and more clever than anyone he knew.

I don’t remember the last time I wrote something that wasn’t a report or a reply to someone else’s inquiry. How sad is that?” Valor asked, realizing just now how much he missed the simple pleasure inherent in writing.

Like I said, I need to talk to you. Everyone’s trying to keep their lives intact. I won’t burden them with my problems. I just know that you wanted me to come to you more often, so this is me making that attempt. But it’s more than that, too.” Valor trailed off and shook his head.

I came here to be with you. That’s the whole of it. I know that you have...things going on. But I refuse to let schedules and duties separate us until we’re just strangers.

So let’s sit down and you can tell me what’s on your mind first.
” Valor said, cupping the back of her head with his hand. He leaned down and placed a deep, hungry kiss on her lips. Thorn’s lips were soft and warm, so Valor let that kiss linger on until Thorn bade him stop. His hands moved low, to the small of her back and then lower to grasp her ass. A growl rumbled in Valor’s chest, one that echoed in his lips as well.

He would stop when she bade him to and not before.



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Re: Collecting Memory
« Reply #4 on: May 17, 18, 06:48:30 AM »
Though there remained a delicate flurry of guilt, Thorn felt warm all over when Valor accepted her apology. The woman's lips parted while for several moments she simply observed him. "I hoped you might, except ... it is not fair of me to presume that you would accept my words and have no feelings of your own." She had no idea what he'd held back, but the Black Widow understood it was a kindness he offered. "I know," the Seer remarked. "I truly would be delighted if you stayed." As he sighed, her breathing hitched, she tucked her hands behind her back, reddening all the more when he spoke of his feelings.

"I love when you talk to me," she admitted slowly, yet when Valor gave his permission for her to come to him, she felt like a flower welcoming sunlight. It took hardly a second and Thorn was in his arms. The tightness of his hold made her feel safe, suddenly, though when he moved gently away for the purpose of seeing for himself that she was well, she took time to draw attention to the only new mark upon her person; hand and arm, but healing. "Clumsiness," she explained. "Foolishness with a glass. I'm fine. Being together as we are requires both of us to be aware of the other. Brothers and sisters or no, it is not only your responsibility," Thorn whispered, her hands moving slowly along Valor's arms, noting how well the armour had been Crafted for him.

"The Brood are entirely worth preparing for, but we have to live and breathe as well ..." she shivered with the touch to her hair, then turned her head toward his fingertips. The question about the poetry she had sung was allowed to hang in the air for a very particular while. "You should be writing," Thorn said instead, aware of how hard her heart was beating. "I always want to see you ... ah, Valor. You could never be a stranger to me," Thorn said softly, lifting her hands to touch his face slowly.

"You are everything," she began, before losing herself in his very thorough kiss. It was in all technical manner, an unplanned tenderness, given that she had intended to let Valor talk. She wanted him to have his moments with her to relieve the heavy thoughts from his head, but instead where she thought to pull away, that growl that was all Warlord Prince caused her to yearn to touch him, to feel him everywhere, never-ending. The hands that trailed her body were perfect; Thorn slowly walked back toward the blanket, pulling Valor with her until she tripped over one of her shoes and ended up on her knees. Again, the Seer shivered and let free a soft laugh, sapphire eyes sparkling with delight. "My attention, terribly focused upon you, rather than watching where I was going to," Thorn commented with a wry smile.

"Charisma, by the way, is very well. I do not recall if you had been told she Bonded a Red Jewelled Warlord Prince. I am delighted for her, but worried, though not of him ... but if you could ... do a little research, I would be less anxious; I have not met him." Her fingertips moved to collect the pages that had spread upon the blanket before offering her hand again to Valor to join her in sitting. "These are yours," she said very softly. "There is a reason, that you might not remember," she began, glancing around the field that was achingly familiar to her. Thorn bit her lower lip and gestured to a near stand of trees.

"Right there. I was standing there. What I do not know, is why you were here. I was singing to my brothers. My full brothers that is; the few that I share both parents with. Major Rilindisil as you may recall is Charisma's brother, but not mine, where she and I share a mother, but not a father." Thorn laughed softly. "I expect the tangles are not so confusing to you, are they."

A soft, though nervous breath drawn, the Lady Zalishevin noticed how very much she was rambling. "We met, here. You were on the edge of Rut, and I suppose that my singing became a target." It was hard to meet his eyes, or rather was it hard to look away? Thorn could not decide even as one of her hands suddenly tangled with Valor's. "I think you had thrown these out. I found them, after interviewing for my Third Circle position offering. They had been ... torn up. I had to piece them back together." Her hands trembled. "I couldn't bear to toss them away. I had ... been here at the Castle for perhaps a few weeks or a month by then. I knew who you were, but I was ... no one. Just a woman that worked far harder, and less safely than she ought have ... "

With her free hand, Thorn swept the pages close across the blanket. "It sounds insane, yet I think I loved you even then. I found these words, and they gave me peace. I was still grieving so many things. You made me forget, and that there was more than loss and pain. I told them to leave, my brothers. It sounds foolish, but I have always chosen you, even if it looks otherwise. I tease and needle you because it is easier than admitting ... just how deeply you are in my heart."

"You are not the only one that has such difficulty saying the words. So many of us have scars, that they ache to say." Thorn moved to kiss Valor this time, her lips keen to take anything he had to give for several moments until breathing became a distinct importance. Yet, when she broke away, instead of withdrawing, the Seer settled herself upon Valor's lap. "Better, that's very good," she remarked, resting her head upon his shoulder. Again, she picked up the pages, and gestured. "They are a little worn because I have carried them with me for some time, my apologies."

"I do think from the moment I found them, these pages, that I became yours and did not know it," Thorn whispered, and tugged lightly at the pale pink silk collar at the upper crest of her blouse. One, two, three buttons, gently undone. The Seer's eyes closed; she leaned back against Valor. "What is on your mind? I asked for you to come to me, because it is your right to do so."
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Re: Collecting Memory
« Reply #5 on: May 22, 18, 12:42:52 AM »
Valor lifted Thorn’s injured hand, gently, to inspect it for himself. She spoke of clumsiness with a glass, earning a sharp look from Valor. He’d never known Thorn as clumsy or foolish, but Valor owned that he was still learning her and himself, as influenced by her. She was accepting his fussing over her now, and Valor was content to let the past remain there for the time being. Thorn was here and now. Valor wanted to spend his moments in the present, inhaling her scent and feeling her body pressed against his own as best he could with clothing and armor between them. 

I think it’s the living and breathing that’s throwing me off-guard. Every time I think about the day those monsters attacked the Black Castle, the day that they stole Zephyr from under my nose and killed our people, guilt catches me in its embrace. I should have done more to protect them. Every time I think of how you were nearly hurt by Charima’s kidnapping, I want to charge into the forest and kill as many of those beasts as possible. People lost their lives, lost family members, Thorn. And my family remains mostly untouched.” Valor said, taking a deep breath.

Scribe’s leaving made me recognize that you, Lady Gale, and my family are the people that I will die to protect and keep by my side...even if the rest of Dea al Mon burns.” Valor said. That admission felt like a weight lifting from his chest, even though he knew it was a betrayal of his post as the Master of the Guard. He followed Thorn to the blanket she’d arranged, pausing only when she tripped. He followed her down to the blanket and sat down, refusing to let her move too far from him.

She updated him on Charisma’s life. Valor was pleased to know that the Sapphire Queen had found a new male to care for. Charisma had lost so much in her life that Valor remained amazed that she had not given up on life entirely. Even in the clutches of the Brood, Charisma had found a path to survival. Despite the Shade Alerron’s madness and attempts to harm her, Charisma thrived. A Red Jeweled male would be an excellent check against some of Charisma’s impulses, through Valor hoped that this new male didn’t smooth away all of Charisma’s edges.
Just as Valor didn’t want to suppress Thorn’s spirit.

Tell me his name and I’ll learn everything that I can about him.” he said.

He looked at the sheets of paper she indicated, noting the handwriting on them. His own. Valor reached for one of the sheets and held it up, studying it in the light of the day. He laughed to see the words of his younger self on paper, remembering the hopeless romantic he’d once been (and still was, deep in his heart). He’d thrown this one away because the rhythm was off. Another, he’d tossed aside because it didn’t hold his attention the way he wanted. To find them here with Thorn surprised him.

His gaze turned to her.

You found these after I threw them away. And you kept them.” he said. There was no anger in his tone, just surprise.

I need to get out of the palace that day. I was having trouble focusing after you left. My Rut was oncoming, yes, and all of my thoughts were so...tangled up. I just wanted to get away for a time. Being in the First Circle, it was easier to just pick up and go, so long as I kept things in order. Scribe helped with that more than I realized.” he said.

Anyway, I was trying to sort out my mind, so I set pen to paper and just wrote to my heart’s content. And while I was writing, I heard someone singing.” he said, grinning at her from beneath his beard. He raised her hand to his lips and kissed it. He wanted to feel Thorn in his blood, feel her racing through his veins. He wanted her beneath his skin alongside the anger that never went away.

These pages didn’t say what I needed them to say. I was so wrapped up in finding the perfect words that I wasn’t writing the right words. And that’s reminded me how I never say the right words to you because I’m caught up trying to say the things that I think you want to hear.” Valor said.

Rather than tell you that I want to marry you as soon as possible and that I love you beyond reason...I force you to settle for half-measures. Rather than tell you that I’ve done terrible things in the name of Dea al Mon, I tell you that I’m bad with words and feelings. I haven’t given you the whole truth, Thorn. I should have told you all of it beforehand. Before now.” Valor said.

He pressed the pages gently against Thorn’s chest, grazing her breast as he did. “These words were mine once, but they brought me no comfort. They made a difference for you, though, and that’s why they are yours. You’ve given them meaning that I never saw or imagined. Carry them a while longer for me, until we can show our children where and how we began.” Valor said, reaching up with his free hand to stroke her cheek with his thumb. Valor leaned forward to press a soft kiss to the corner of Thorn’s mouth, offering to her the pages she’d found.

You are in my blood, Thorn Zalishevin. You are in my mind and my heart and there is no escape from you. And I don’t even want to try anymore. You are everything to me and I want you to hear it from my lips.” Valor said. His eyes dipped down, away from her face, to note the buttons that she’d undone. The pale flesh beneath was as familiar to Valor as his own skin. Just inside the fabric was a mark made by his teeth years ago, a mark he’d given her without conscious thought.  Intended or not, though, it said the only thing he needed it to say, both to Thorn and anyone who dared look in places that only his eyes were meant to go.

Mine.


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Re: Collecting Memory
« Reply #6 on: Jun 02, 18, 06:01:25 PM »

I'm not all in my feelings, I'm just tellin' you how I feel ...


So still.

Rose remained relatively motionless while Valor inspected her hand, watching him keenly beneath a slightly averted gaze. A small smile grew upon the Court Seer's face while she watched the Master of the Guard fret over her, from the sharp look that quickened her heartbeat, to the brush of his fingers and more than that, the restraint. Thorn knew very keenly she would have already been upon her back and pinned beneath him if there had not been viscerally important discussion needed to be had. She bit her lower lip and fought not to tease and ruffle his feathers, practically growing hot under the collar from the forced patience. More than that, the words he spoke. She hadn't the slightest idea how the man could have ever thought he had difficulty with feelings and addressing them. No, that wasn't it, because she was practically a damn puddle of emotion and he'd not even finished talking. As Valor spoke, she focused carefully to what he wasn't saying with speech but the bare emotion beneath each gesture.

There was a current indeed, an undeniable electricity between them which rushed through the woman and made her feel more alive, more everything, more loved, appreciated, cherished. "Prince Tarn Ysillidore. All I know is there's something about a wife that did not survive, which is always a concern due to potential damage to the chalice. My sister is strong, a survivor, but she is deeply wounded, so thank you," Thorn remarked thoughtfully. Given exactly how Charisma had reacted the last time she'd clumsily tried to help, it was probably better this way, as it wouldn't matter that she had asked Valor to look into the matter, as chances are he would have done so regardless. This simply speeded the issue along.

A small frown marred her face at the thought of so many that they had lost, just between them. "It is acceptable to be heartsore, and selective even as you tend to your expected duties. I understand. There ... is not a conflict for me in caring about our people, but in the end being aware that we might choose our own before strangers." Thorn paused thoughtfully, gliding her hands along Valor's fingers. "You are ... you are not a Prince. You are a Warlord Prince. There is a considerable difference. I do not ever want you to be anything else, I mean that. I want you to be you, with everything that means," she remarked with a nod, as a blush spread over her face. She felt distinctly vulnerable at the statement of her keeping the pages after he had thrown them out, and finding them even though she had not been entirely aware of the owner ...

"I should admit to you now," she continued, and it grew hard to meet his gaze. "I suspected that they might have been yours when I found them. I ... couldn't believe that there was anyone with such strength of heart like that." Her lips twisted in that way she had when aware of being caught at attempting to hide, and there were very few as good as Thorn at hiding everything while baring just enough to keep a man or woman chasing her. In the next moment, however, she went very still again, but the stillness was not the same as the respect from earlier, but shock as Valor continued talking. He kissed her hand, but her mind was in a haze of memory. That first touch while he had been in Rut had rattled her entire world, while the poetry had ripped the rest of it free into his hands before she could consciously decide what and where she had wanted to be.

I’m caught up trying to say the things that I think you want to hear ... Rather than tell you that I want to marry you as soon as possible and that I love you beyond reason ...

I love you beyond reason ...

I love you beyond reason ...

I love you beyond reason ...


Her eyes closed for a time, because if Thorn had left them open just then, she knew she would either burst into awful, ugly tears or just tremble and she'd not be able to make it stop. She had enough presence of mind to vanish the pages that Valor pressed back to her, first against her heart, and then into her hands. Mother Night.

Carry them a while longer for me, until we can show our children where and how we began ...

If she had not been sitting down already, remaining on her feet would have been an express challenge. Sapphire eyes widened and at first Thorn paled, then turned a vivid red. Then her expression twisted hard as if she were holding some immense emotion in check. The Black Widow seethed with intensity swallowed down, down, down.

For a moment, she did not know if she could handle the admission with any calm, until Valor kept talking.

She loved and wanted him so much, but there were so many broken pieces that didn't fit right with her, and it hurt. The pain of it was so sharp, like swallowing fire, as if she would need to carve out her own heart with her fingers to make it stop.

I want to love him properly but there is something missing in me and Idonotwanttobelikethisanymore...

She made a low, almost keening sound and there was a very controlled pulse of Craft in the air - but it wasn't Thorn's. No, that impressively beautiful and ordered tangle of Tiger Eye and Purple Dusk Widow's Craft was Valor's mother's gift. One of the last and largest pieces of the mind healing she had so dangerously woven in Thorn's mind, risking herself in the process unfolded and wrapped around the younger woman.

As for Thorn herself, she felt so warm and light, so full of life that she finally let out a bright, stunning laugh. "You are ... you are so good, and precious, my heart, to know ... to hear you say ..." She shivered, and Thorn's beautiful eyes went blank, even as a smile remained upon her lips, while she half collapsed against Valor.

Rose was very aware of his presence, as her hands were in a vice-like grip upon the man's biceps. It was indubitably telling at the sheer amount of Craft that the kind of healing that had been needed that it had been on such a severe delay told to the skill. Thorn could feel it as finally parts of her mind sifted and healed with a perfect seamlessness. The tiny spiderwebbed tatters of her chalice knit together, while the remains of the blackened and decayed pieces of an old compulsion snapped out. Solace had created the Mind Healing Craft this way because of Thorn's own overwhelming issues, and this moment had been just enough to draw out the woman's own desire to be healed, allowing the spell to mostly finish itself. Though it had only come up in discussion briefly, it had not been a secret the sheer number of times that Solace had needed to see to additional healing for Thorn.
"Do they not bleed from the bite of a Thorn?"

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Re: Collecting Memory
« Reply #7 on: Jun 04, 18, 01:25:01 AM »
Valor filed away the name of Tarn Ysilladore, vowing to learn everything possible to set Thorn’s mind at ease. While he was at it, he’d also make sure that Charisma knew the male that she’d bonded to, because Charisma was his family now, same as Prince Flair and the rest of Thorn’s extended clan. These were the people she loved and cared for and they loved and cared for her in turn. Valor wouldn’t have been surprised if any other members of her family paid him a visit to learn about him or his family to ensure that Thorn was being treated properly.

Of course, Valor intended to give his darling Rose all the reasons in the world to sing his praises.

Once he’d laid out all of his feelings to her, Valor felt better. He felt light and stronger than he had in some time. The weight of the world rested on his shoulders, but it was bearable now. It wouldn’t crush him the way that he always expected it to do. Thorn went quiet. A year ago, Valor would have feared that he’d overstepped, said something out of turn, and tried to clarify his comments. But Thorn said she that she wanted him to be himself and nothing else. He let his words hang between them for a time. Were the moment not loaded with so much import and meaning, were they not discussing their feelings, Valor would have taken her right then and there on the earth. He might have even let laid her on the blanket while he captured her screams. Truth be told, he was still considering it when that pulse of Tiger Eye and Purple Dusk Craft appeared between them. His mother’s Craft was known to him, but he had not expected to sense it here. Concern appeared on his features until Thorn laughed, that warm laugh that made Valor’s concerns melt away and fade into the recesses of his mind. She learned against him. Valor’s arms encircled his love and he sat there, holding her body against him while he determined whether or not she was well. Valor knew that his mother and Thorn were close and that they worked together, but he’d taken that mostly at face value.

We should get away from the Black Castle more often. Or, at least, as often as our stations will allow.” Valor said. He shifted just a bit beneath her to allow her to sit more comfortably. Her scent soothed him, made it easier for him to remain calm and think through his responses.

You’re the High Seer of Dea al Mon. I can only imagine what you see when you venture into the Twisted Kingdom. So I understand the need to take time for yourself. I know that I can’t offer the same sounding board that a member of the Coven would, but...I’d like to try, all the same.” he said.


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Re: Collecting Memory
« Reply #8 on: Jun 04, 18, 07:17:44 AM »
Thorn's senses were very alive in the moments after the sudden unwrapping of Mind Healing that had flowed out from the Webs that had been placed upon her. Still quiet for the moment while processing what Valor's words had just triggered, but more, what he had just said to her, she did not fight when he moved her closer to him, and she allowed her hands to slide up his arms, to the broad shoulders. Having experienced a delayed mental healing several other times over the last year, the only oddity was experiencing it in front of another person.

Typically, they had occurred in moments that the Seer had been busy with studies, reading, or some other activity while alone. The Black Widow blinked several times, drawn back to an awareness of herself just as Valor shifted for her to sit more comfortably. Her very proper, dark pink skirt rode up above her knees, revealing a line of pale cream stocking tops around the middle thigh. The contrast of the hue against the Master of the Guard's armour and weapons was nearly too erotic for words.

Sapphire eyes fluttered closed even as a smile brightened her face. Indeed, there might be all manner of difficulties for Dea al Mon now, but there still existed so many blessings in the territory at the same time, even while dealing with Brood one week, bandits and Court issues the next. "Delayed healing webs. From ... last year. Various moments and conversation trigger them, or sometimes, how I feel," Thorn explained carefully aware that those days and weeks after Charisma's capture and recovery had been hard emotionally for Valor, for them both. She slid her hands around his face. "I am fine, I promise, its just ... some Mind Healing cannot be done at once."

Interest brightened her expression when he spoke. "Get away? With you? There is practically nothing I would love more." She squinted with both humour and relief. "Except occasionally, a better balance of sleep to work hours, though I believe that is all of us right now ... wishing deeply for a little more normal."

High Seer.

Thorn's delighted expression fell within seconds after that, even as she kept touching Valor. Could she confide in him or would it get her in severe trouble? Of course, there was no potential trouble more than what she already had to deal with, and Thorn was very hopeful that her considerable discretion would continue to keep her safe. Suddenly a triple layer of Red Aural Shields snapped around herself and Valor.

"Actually, I could never tell anyone within the Coven my troubles. There is a very real likelihood I would end up broken, exiled, or dead," she admitted very suddenly, watching him carefully. If she could not trust the man that was going to be her husband, who could she possibly truly trust? Thorn's lower lip trembled. "I am exhausted to death of keeping secrets from you. There's about seven thousand things wrong with that," she said with a deeply pained gasp and burst into tears that quickly became honest, quiet sobbing, while burying her face against Valor's neck.

"I need you to know I love you, and if you require plausible deniability, I won't say another word," there was a real sharpness to her voice among her weeping. "But the night terrors are ... sort of tearing me to pieces, lately." Thorn took a deep breath and dragged at her hair, absently pulling free half a dozen hair pins, which she never did unless she was deeply distraught.

"I have been so anxious that you had noticed, and might assume the worst, as one in your position, your job, just might ..." Thorn fell silent, aware that Valor needed to decide first, precisely where he stood and what he wanted to do first before she said too much.
"Do they not bleed from the bite of a Thorn?"

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Re: Collecting Memory
« Reply #9 on: Jun 06, 18, 12:02:29 AM »
She’d endured so much before they ever met. She’d lost a child and a man she’d loved deeply before Valor and his needs and hungers entered her life. Would he have the strength to rebuild his life if he’d suffered and lost as she had. He knew that his family and his Queen would not allow him to retreat from the world, no matter how deeply he’d wish to. But Thorn had not only rebuilt her life, she’d thrived and claimed greater power and status for herself. She stood in the First Circle and was the High Seer for the Territory.

His pride in her was without bounds.

So it confused him when he felt, at the edge of his senses, the aural shields snap into place. He couldn’t tell how strong they were, so Valor surmised that Thorn had used her Red to hide their conversation. But why? She was clearly worried about something, but it was also clear that she was hurting.

Actually, I could never tell anyone within the Coven my troubles. There is a very real likelihood I would end up broken, exiled, or dead…

But you’re a Black Widow in good standing--” Valor said, but held his tongue. Thorn was still talking and, the more she said, the more her tears came, the less Valor understood. When she started taking out her hairpins, Valor’s was deeply on edge, running through ten thousand scenarios of how to move a body and where in Nieste they could hide (or several) without drawing suspicion.

Valor tilted her chin up, enough so that Thorn could look him in the eyes.

No more secrets. You will not lose me, Thorn. I know that you’re not saying something. You’re not saying a lot of somethings. I wanted to wait until you were ready to tell me. But I see that whatever this is, it’s hurting you to keep it in. So don’t.

Trust in me and I won’t fail you. You will not lose me.
” Valor said.

No one is going to break you, exile you, or kill you. If the Coven tries, I have absolutely no problem making Black Widows as scarce as Priestesses in Dea al Mon. After all these years, you haven’t figured it out.” Valor said, shaking his head. He pulled her into a deep, hungry kiss that was mirrored the words that he spoke into her mind.

*I would die for you, Thorn Zalishevin. But I would much rather kill for you.*


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Re: Collecting Memory
« Reply #10 on: Jun 06, 18, 01:14:39 AM »
Thorn knew precisely how on edge Valor was in first noticing his presence in her hideaway, so that he was able to remain relatively calm in appearance only told her that he was already considering methods to help her. Her lips parted as if to speak, but the firm fingers upon her chin to lift it silenced the Black Widow.

Trust in me and I won’t fail you. You will not lose me.

However, she did not really have a real chance to respond to even those startling words, as Valor had more to say that dissolved the last of her reluctance where he was concerned. Even then however, before she could speak about what he could do for her, the Warlord Prince's lips claimed what was his in a striking and powerful kiss that didn't seem to have an end. Only one hesitation, caused by just how ferociously Valor kissed her resulted in Thorn pausing before she moaned and enthusiastically returned the passionate expression. It was a good couple of minutes before the Black Widow thought it might be good to finish the conversation, and as such, being held and kissed, she was far calmer about the situation. Having Valor plainly state the direction of matters had honestly done a thousand things more for her mood. It took an ability to breathe to explain, however, so Thorn rested her head on Valor's shoulder.

Sitting and being held by him, even though afraid, Thorn felt safe, more than she had felt since taking the deal she had.

"It has been two years, you realise?" She laughed softly, but there was a sadness in the sound. "Since I wrote that letter, thanking you for the flowers after our worst fight. I think your desk still has the spot from the dagger in it. It took me seventeen tries to write a response. The first thing I started to write, was that I missed you. I burned it to ash instead of sending it."

Sighing, she shifted her weight slightly so that looking at Valor directly would be easier. To explain what she needed to, it wouldn't do to be not looking at him. Lightly, tugging one kiss swollen lip between her teeth, she entangled her hands with Valor's. For a moment, she really wondered if he was close to experiencing a Rut, but decided that she'd ask about that after explaining the concern that had practically caused her to fall apart emotionally in his arms.

"I encountered Prince Amdir because he wanted me to teach him the Widow's arts, or rather, finish teaching him. The same 'crime' that his sister Lady Ruby, long ago by the previous Queen, was broken for the crime by the Master of the Guard at the time. Everyone practically knows about that. At this point, I have been teaching him for two years. At first, it was so easy just to judge the First Escort and walk away."

Thorn's eyes filled with tears, but she fought not to allow them to fall. She had to finish explaining it, everything. "The more I learned, the more sympathy I had. Anyone could have been born with the feminine Caste like the Black Widow. If it had been you, Valor, I would have done the same. Most of the time I spend with the elder man is exactly that, though without him, there are so many things I would not understand about myself. It is the price of the Coven, not the Courts, that teaching even a male Black Widow from birth is either death, or breaking. What I do not understand, is that it doesn't appear that it has always been that way, and whether the rule is enforced fully or not depends on a variety of factors."

Gently, the Black Widow squeezed Valor's hands, Thorn sighed. "I have been trying to find a way to tell you for ages. Promise me, you won't say anything. It could, even though you might wish to protect me, mean more lives than you'd like. My appointment for Court Seer was granted to me by your Queen. Now, think through everything else I have said to you. Use your clever mind to work through the rest that I dare not say, and know that I love you. So much."

"What I truly want, is to live in a Dea al Mon that does not punish its citizens for seeking knowledge. We have already lost too many things and people. That is why I am doing this."
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Re: Collecting Memory
« Reply #11 on: Jun 09, 18, 02:25:02 AM »
Yes, that groove is still in my desk. Sometimes, when I’m writing a letter or making notes on a piece of a correspondence, the pen goes through the paper at that exact spot. That’s...part of what lead me to seek you out today.” Valor said, his hands moving over those dangerous curves of hers as he recalled that fight. He should have known how he felt about her then, when he feared that he’d pushed her away for the final time. He couldn’t bend but he couldn’t blame her for not bending as well.

I’m glad we found an accord that day. It doesn’t feel like two years, the way it’s flown by.” Valor said.

He fell silent and let her continue. Blade Amdir, as a topic, did not please him but Valor took a breath and listened while she spoke, putting aside the initial spike of displeasure to hear her out. He recalled the story of Blade’s life, his Black Widow caste leading to both his sister’s breaking and his ostracism by the Dea al Mon. As the First Escort, the Coven would be utterly foolish to act against him and provoke the wrath of the Black Court. However, they could ensure that Blade, and anyone like him, suffered in ignorance. No Black Widow in Dea al Mon would dare go against the Coven to teach a male without ensuring that they were protected from reprisal, especially if it was a man of the Courts seeking the knowledge.

A few pieces clicked into place for Valor in a single moment.

His Thorn was a beautiful and deeply intelligent woman. Her family had put together a betrothal contract between Valor and her before they’d even truly known each other. Thorn wouldn’t dare go against the Coven unless she could protect herself from reprisal. She also wouldn’t teach someone if she believed that they were capable of betraying her. Thorn was more than a match for Valor himself or any male. Any male.

Blade went to her to round out his education in the arts of the Black Widow. Thorn was right; if the Coven had any idea that she was teaching a male their secrets, they would break or kill her. But it wasn’t enough to keep it all secret. She required protection in case the secret ever got out.

Gale. Blade wouldn’t risk attempting to complete his training without Lady Gale’s approval. So he sought a Black Widow with the strength of mind, body, and soul to teach him. And since we’re short a High Seer, it would be easy to keep that Black Widow close as a member of the Court. And if she so happened to be connected to the Master of the Guard and the Steward by marriage, the entire Triangle has overwhelming reason to keep her safe.” Valor said, looking up into Thorn’s eyes. Those Sapphire orbs stared back at him, recognizing what she’d been keeping from him for some time. Because she couldn’t just teach Blade the arts of the Black Widow. Black Widows were sensual and sexual creatures by nature.

When she’d told him, before, that she hadn’t lobbied for the post of Court Seer, she’d meant it. She’d been chosen. But if she was teaching Blade, that meant that all of the time spent with him wasn’t solely focused on studies. As a Warlord Prince, she’d have been hard pressed to keep up with his hunger. A Black Widow Warlord Prince would--

Valor look down and took a deep breath.

Lady Gale made you Court Seer so that you could teach Blade. You’re the only Black Widow with the strength of mind and soul capable of teaching him and dealing with...the outcome.” Valor said.

This was a hard pill to swallow, if only because it meant that Blade was fucking Thorn. And she enjoyed it, because she was a Black Widow, and female, and deserving of enjoyment. Valor had sit with that for a moment and really understand what it meant. She hadn’t gone outside their relationship or betrayed him. His Queen, their Queen, that all three served, had commanded her to train Blade and bring him to his full power. Valor could be enraged at that, but that would mean speaking against Gale’s wisdom. Gale, who saw further and deeper than all of them and kept Dea al Mon safe with the clarity of that vision.

This war with the Brood requires us to have every weapon possible at our disposal. That means letting Nemesis Sigurd live when he should, by all rights, be feeding worms. That means letting Vanguard Sigurd join our ranks because his Ebon Gray is necessary, despite the fact that he’s carrying a demon creature in that sword on his back. It means letting people who hate us aid us because they know things about the Brood and the spirits that we’ve lost due to a lack of Priestesses.” Valor said.

He sighed.

And it means that Blade must be trained to the fullness of his power as a Black Widow, no matter what.” Valor said.

He was quiet for a time.

You have not lost me, Thorn. You didn’t choose this, but you have served admirably. I am deeply proud of that, and of you, even if I wish there had been another way.” Valor said.

This secret is safe with me, Thorn. I would never measure your safety against my pride. You’ve carried this and worse without letting on and it shames me. I’m not sure that I’d have your strength, were the roles reversed.” he said.

There is a list, in Dea al Mon, of people who are enemies of Dea al Mon. When she deems those lives to be a greater burden than asset, she sends me to kill them. I have succeeded many, many times. Recently, I learned that one of my successes was not as thorough as I believed. That was the day that Charisma was taken, the day that you were harmed.” Valor said.

I...thought we buried the truth deep enough that it would not return, Thorn. I thought he was dead. Only he wasn’t. And he didn’t just strike at Charisma. Scribe didn’t leave because she wanted to return to the Red Cloaks.” Valor said.

She left because of what I did.” Valor said.

Thorn had offered him her truth, so Valor offered her one of his own.


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Re: Collecting Memory
« Reply #12 on: Jun 09, 18, 04:04:26 AM »
Laughter. The sound was passionate and tender. On the one hand, Thorn was not at all surprised that Valor had not ordered the desk to be repaired. The Black Widow took a deep breath, absolutely relaxed more than she typically would have been with such a deep discussion. "Your touch, it always makes me feel alive, wanted, and secure in myself. Safe." A tiny smile tugged up her lips, and gently she moved to kiss Valor. This time, it was a slow burn, incredibly sweet and giving kiss, one of those myriad things she had learned about herself in yes, spending time with Prince Amdir. For all the man's temper and tendency to needle, Thorn understood now so much more than she had what her intended husband needed not just on the level of his Caste, but also Jewels. So the lady very deliberately made love to Valor's lips with nothing but her own, hands perfectly still upon his hips.

"I know it is not easy for you to listen to me talk about him, love," she explained, giving slow, warm kisses with every half phrase. It was a terribly simple way to reaffirm Valor's place in her life because they were not yet wed, but also be able to discuss a difficult subject. Thorn was amazed that she hadn't considered it before, but there was a difference in knowing ones Caste and self and those others around you, and intuitively being aware of all the layers of another person. Valor had face the loss of too many people in his life, not to mention the awkwardness between his own parents.  It took a balance of raw emotion and passion to and perceive the needs of another person.

"I know and understand that it sets your instincts on fire. As much as I realise he might irritate you, Blade Amdir has no claim on me, my heart, as much as I enjoy his presence when he isn't an absolute ass," she reminded him with a low chuckle. "He's very good, but I am yours. It simply isn't the same, making love to you. Worlds apart. One of the reasons I relented to his advances was because you share a Queen. There is only ever so far that his interest would go. Sweet Valor, you are my everything. Believe that, almost-husband." she finished with a wide grin, and then whispered teasingly in Valor's ear.

"I'd have you both in my bed at once if I could. You understand precisely. Everything I do, everything, I always think of you. Every. Single. Moment," the implication being even with another's cock buried hilt deep in her, Thorn's thoughts always flashed back to her beloved. If anything, the ridiculously sensual woman got off on the idea. Yet, she sneered with the mention of Sigurd and a growl eased forth from the Seer.

"That asshole got off easy. I'd have carved off Sigurd's skin and made a gown of it, with the only exception being that he's made a reasonable pretense of being a fair 'citizen' and that it would hurt his family, some of which may well be not guilty of any crime, like his Dark Jewelled son. He practically caused all of this fighting, or at minimum, is responsible for accelerating it with his greed. But you are correct. We might need him. But if I were you, I would take care in trusting his progeny. Loyalty is a hard thing to break, my love," she said with a deadly hiss, but went back to listening to Valor, brushing her cheek against his neck. She wished that too, it were possible to make her darling understand how her desire for him was a constant whisper in her thoughts. There was never a moment in passing, save for her moon-time which were typically spent under a pile of blankets and almost no motion save food, that the Red Jewelled Black Widow did not think of her darling Warlord Prince either carnally or with an incredible wealth of emotion; both at once.

That there were enemies of the Queen that Valor personally dealt with caused a shiver to rise from her; she couldn't help despite the danger and heartbreak this specific situation had caused, to find it intensely erotic and stunning that the Queen (beautiful, beautiful woman) trusted Valor so well that he tended to certain security matters upon his own will. Immediately Thorn wrapped her arms around Valor and carefully held him close. "It is all right. You risked everything for my sister. For that, you are everything to me, a thousand times over," she responded, eyes filled with tears.

"I am so terribly sorry that this is the reason Lady Scribe left. I really never disliked her at all; she was good for you. We should think of finding you a new secretary that you can work well with once the loss does not feel so intense, even if the truth is, Scribe cannot be replaced. You did everything that you believed right at the time. Even if you made mistakes, I love you, always. You were young in terms of experience, I'm sure and wanted to do right by your Queen. We have all had moments where concerns did not end as one might have wished, I would think."

"Tell me, sweetheart," Thorn asked, nipping his neck. "Why don't we go find shelter, and trigger your Rut. The vast tension in you the last while is very likely to be its closeness, let me give you what you need. Even if I am wrong, I want you." She pressed her forehead against his, waiting, curious at what Valor would say. Everywhere she could manage despite his armour, Thorn touched, infinitely aware of how lucky and blessed she was.
"Do they not bleed from the bite of a Thorn?"

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Re: Collecting Memory
« Reply #13 on: Jun 10, 18, 12:47:24 AM »
Thorn’s kisses warmed his skin and kept him focused on her. Thorn reaffirmed that she was his, making Valor feel it deep in his bones. He believed her when she said it. He hated that Blade could even touch her, but did it matter if he could not truly have her? He would never be married to her and she would never bear his children. Sex was sex. Thorn might enjoy it, but one could not build an enduring connection, could not build a life solely upon sexual compatibility. Blade drew the interest of many females, but he would never have Thorn’s heart and Valor took solace in that.

He even managed not to growl when she talked of having both men at once, though he shook his head.

Blade and I would kill each other before sharing you. There just isn’t enough room in a bedroom setting for both of us to co-exist.” Valor said, meeting Thorn’s kisses with his own. His hands grasped her ass, sliding beneath the fabric of her dress to grasp those curves. He sighed against her lips.

There’s nothing to be done about Scribe for now. Either she will learn to accept my role in her brother’s death and keep it to herself...or I’ll have to deal with things as they come. I acted at the orders of Lady Gale, but that’s no comfort to a family who has lost a son and a brother.” Valor said.

I do need someone to help me at the office, though. I’m not sure where I’ll find someone, but I will continue searching until I find the right person.” he said, tangling his fingers in Thorn’s hair. He wanted her to remove every pin and every bit of artifice that hid the truth of her from his eyes. He wanted her naked and pinned beneath him. Whens he suggested finding shelter, Valor was beyond ready to leave that meadow.

I thought you’d never ask. The rut could happen any day now. My temper’s been positively foul over these last weeks. I think if one more person that isn’t you asks me how I’m doing, there will be blood.” he said, dragging his nails lightly along her skin.

Is your staff prepared for me to stay a few days? Your home sounds like the perfect place for us to get reacquainted.

He needed to get out of this armor and between her thighs before he lost his sense of reason.


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« Reply #14 on: Jun 11, 18, 03:01:13 AM »
Thorn giggled at Valor's response, that he and Blade would kill each other if forced to share the same bed. However, she was not laughing at him, but at the image of her trying to keep the pair of them from doing precisely that in the same room. Tightly, despite his armour and weapons, the Black Widow hugged her beloved, rocking side to side. "It isn't my fault you are both hot as fire. But I promise, I am mostly only teasing--ah!" She wiggled when he reached beneath her skirt to give a squeeze to her ass, she brushed her teeth against Valor's neck to tease in response. "I hope you cannot blame a lady for trying to find a measure of peace, even while I understand for the two of you, only growling is peace. I have learned so much from you both." Gently, her head brushed against Valor's shoulder once more. She was hoping he would learn that there was no one in existence above her love for him, the way Valor made her feel with just a smile.  Rather than letting the sudden tightness in her chest go, Thorn began to speak without reservation, holding Valor's gaze.

"I discuss this with you because ... I want to feel free to talk about anyone and anything with you, love. Whether or not I am driven by a desire for anyone that isn't you. I always want to talk about it; I want you to trust me unwaveringly. Without you, Valor, I ... do not know where I would be. Probably dead," she whispered, voice holding a tremor as she frowned, but kept kissing him between every phrase. "Being truly reckless was my breakfast, lunch, dinner. I took the most dangerous missions, several times nearly getting myself killed or maimed and all because of grief that I had not learned to deal with. One could say, if not for my mother forcing me to come to The Black Court and your focus and interest in me, I would not be even able to teach. You've saved me in so many ways, my heart," A tear tracked down her face and she shivered with so much overwhelming happiness. Thorn pressed her mouth tenderly again to Valor's lips with slow, repeated kisses.

"All roads begin and end with you," she admitted with a wide smile, "I was thinking ... that we do not have to get married immediately. I know that it makes you anxious as does the prospect of children." She smoothed her hand through his short styled hair in a rhythmic, slow motion, delighting in the subtle sensuality of touching Valor's hair. Desire glittered in her eyes and had begun to truly rise in her psychic scent, which she slowly let free. These days, it was a little more wild than refined, with the latter being a graceful veneer.

"It took me a while to notice, but there's no reason we couldn't try for a child first, and obviously, there would be no man touching me except for you at such a time. No pressure, of course," Thorn remarked while kissing both of Valor's cheeks, then his forehead. "I thought it might be an idea because ... you make me burn in ways I never, ever thought I would feel again. Think it over. I know just how hard the words you said to me tonight had to have been for you to speak out loud. I am beyond happy. This between us ... it should be filled with warmth and tenderness ... endlessly."

Lifting her arms into the air, Thorn stretched out and vanished the blanket and her shoes from beneath them with a laugh before wrapping her legs around Valor's waist with a wicked grin.  "I believe in you, and trust you in everything. I mean it. But I know you are on edge. Let's attend to that, shall we?" With a delighted sigh, the woman threw her everything into kissing Valor ideally before he could speak to regarding her idea. Lifting one hand into the air, she pulled them both into the Red Wind and in not too long, they landed on her doorstep with her pressed tightly against the door on purpose.

"If my ... our staff is not ready for you at any time, they are fired, my love. I am yours." It made her heart flip in her chest, hard, that word. Ours. But it seemed so very right for the moment.

*Love me, love me, love me ...*
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« Reply #15 on: Jun 12, 18, 01:26:57 AM »
Valor listened while Thorn spoke. She said that they didn’t have to get married right away and he nodded, surprising him. A year ago that would have worried him. Now, Valor wondered if she was onto something. Getting married immediately meant finding a place, making preparations, and ensuring that invitations were sent. Valor wanted none of that right now, especially when they were both very busy people. Thorn had to deal with Blade on a daily basis as well, and he didn’t want her focus split if there while she trained Blade to be the weapon that Lady Gale needed.

Her words about trying for children, though, surprised him.

You’re willing to go off your brews, starting today?” Valor asked, if only to clarify her desire. She kissed his cheeks and his forehead and all Valor wanted to do was sink himself inside her over and over until she was with child. She spoke of how he made her feel, which made Valor’s hunger for his intended wife increase tenfold even as his hands grasped her ass.

I’d be honored to father your children, Thorn. But the moment you are pregnant, you can’t train Blade anymore. I want you to finish his training before we start our family. I don’t want him saying that you didn’t preapre him properly. But don’t tell him that. Otherwise, he’ll find any excuse he can to continue being your student.” Valor said, nipping at her neck.

She pulled them onto the Red Wind and Valor was surprised, though not afraid of how quickly they arrived at the townhouse, not far from the Black Court itself. Valor pushed her hard against the door, kissing her throat once more. He didn’t care who saw them right now. His left hand grasped her ass once more, then reached for the door knob with his other hand even as he kissed her mouth.

Don’t fire them. They made good food. Tell them to make a lot of it because we’ll needed it after we done. Whenever that is.” Valor murmured, biting her shoulder. The upstairs bedroom was wonderful, but Valor couldn’t wait. He sensed someone the moment they were inside the door, and her butler saw the pair of them...and promptly headed to the kitchens to gather the staff.

His calloused hands reached up with both hands and ripped her dress down the back. He felt no remorse. Thorn was lifted from the floor and carried to the nearest downstairs bedroom. He flung her down on the bed, then vanished his armor and weapons. Staring down at her, he was so hard that it was nearly painful.

Mine.” he said, kneeling before her. Valor spread her thighs and then flicked his tongue against her pearl. He licked, sucked, and teased her with his tongue, growling as her skin warmed to his touch. He’d be buried inside her soon enough, but Valor missed the taste of his Black Widow and he needed to be coated in her so that he never, ever forgot again. He needed this and her, so badly that he felt like the beast within would claw through his skin in order to devour every single inch of her.

All the while, it grew harder to keep himself in the moment, the mindlessness of Rut heating his blood as his hand reached down to stroke his cock.


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« Reply #16 on: Jun 12, 18, 05:14:42 AM »
A soft, breathless laugh was her response when pressed against the door, but gracious. The memory of Valor's response to an attempt for a child had, in fact, shocked her near senseless. Not only had he considered her mission, and the value of a family, but the value of Blade's full training. The Black Widow realised at that moment, trusting in Valor sooner could have helped rather than hindered. Or perhaps over the last pair of years, her darling had grown in his own ways while serving as the Master of the Guard for the entire Territory.

Thorn bowed her head against Valor's shoulder and sighed softly, even as a moan followed each of the touches and kisses he offered demandingly, his restraint slowly slipping away. Greedily, the woman did exactly that. "I do need to finish the job, first," she whispered softly. "We cannot forget that he and your Queen have lost so many children. It would be selfish in the extreme not to complete the job I accepted to do. I cannot rip that fulfillment away. So," she murmured, between full kisses, aware that the conversation was essentially over for the time being. "I will need your help, sweetheart. Ask me later about it as a reminder."

From there, Thorn did not have anything to say about anyone else but Valor, particularly when he reached behind her and opened the front door. His teeth on her shoulder had Thorn half lost in him, and she held him tight as the sound of tearing fabric caused her nipples to tighten to the point of pain. The edge of violence in the air around him excited Thorn like nothing else could. She shivered when calloused hands and lifted her; again those long legs wrapped around the Warlord Prince's waist.

"Fuck," she breathed, when he threw her to the bed, and out loud Thorn let a peal of laughter in realising it wasn't even the upstairs. As her gown was somewhere in the hall, she was left attired in only thigh high lace stockings in a blush pink. However, Valor's mouth touched that sensitive bundle of nerves and --

Just then she caught his eyes, and her own sapphire ones widened with nothing but an absolute delight.

He's closer than I thought.

Yet, Thorn wanted him aware for even just the first thrust or three. So she leaned up and in one fluid motion, pulled her intended husband down upon the bed, impaling herself on his length with a roughness and speed that she knew he needed from her. She let out a shout and climaxed suddenly, intensely aware of every colour, every scent, emotion. Just the thought of giving him, being able to give him a tangible proof of her love, that she was his, it melted the Red Black Widow, filled her with a frantic desire that only another Warlord Prince or a Black Widow could possibly understand. Everything she had learned and taught for that matter made it easy and right to let go of the chains upon herself for Valor. Later, she'd chuckle at her thighs already being well wet with the evidence of that very fact of sheer endless want. But now, she just kept slamming her hips to meet his.

Yes. Good. Yes. Good. Yes. Good. Yes ...

"That's it. Yours. And I mean it. I want a baby. I want all of them; yours. I want everything. I love you," she murmured, shaking while gripping a hand upon the backboard of the bed before looking him in the eyes.

"Now take what's yours," she demanded with a growl.
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« Reply #17 on: Jun 13, 18, 12:16:59 AM »
Before Thorn, the subject of his Ruts made Valor deeply uncomfortable. Yes, they were natural part of his life, but Valor hated situations where he wasn’t in control, where his rage mastered him rather than the reverse. Like this moment. Thorn was talking, saying things that he’d longed to hear, but Valor couldn’t make out the words. The sensation of his skin against hers, her softness meeting incredible hardness narrowed the world down to scents, tastes, sounds, and sensations. The scent of her sex. The taste of her mouth, her skin, her blood, as he bit deep into her shoulder. The sound of her cries of pain and arousal.

The sensation of each thrust as he slammed himself into her core.

Now take what’s yours.

Valor didn’t need to be told once, let alone twice.

There was nothing but the steady, rhythmic crack of flesh against flesh as his cock drove ever deeper into her. He grunted and growled, balls aching as he wanted to spill himself inside her and keep fucking because he needed every scream, every cry until her throat was too raw to continue. Thorn met his thrusts with her own, slicking his cock with her fluids while she wrapped her legs around his waist. His hands found hers, and he pinned them down on either side of her head. His hips moved in slow, deep circles , allowing him to get just a bit deeper inside of her until even he groaned in surprised. He slammed against her sex with such force that it appeared he didn’t care if she could feel anything when this was over. He didn’t care if she could walk or had to crawl wherever she needs to go. Not that she would go anywhere, because he would keep her here until he was done.

Thorn screamed her climax and Valor kissed her, biting her bottom lip so hard that they both tasted her blood. It was spice and sweetness, everything that he expected a Red jeweled witch to be.

At some point he came so hard that he blacked out for a few minutes, allowing Thorn a brief respite from his attentions. It didn’t last. When he woke, he pushed down on her stomach and took her from behind. Rather than fucking hard, though, something in Valor’s Rut-consumed mind decided that he’d been cruel enough for the time being. He pushed the crown of his cock against her slit, even as she buried her face into the bed. His full weight rested atop her body and Valor grasped the headboard as his first thrust was slowly and gentle, allowing his bride-to-be to feel every single inch of him filling her cunt before withdrawing. His hands slid beneath Thorn's body and grasped her breasts, teasing those hardened nipples and even pinching them just a bit as he fucked her slow and deep as the scent of her blood filled the air between them.

He did this for some time, his breath coming hotter and heavier on her spine as he enjoyed her softer moans.


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« Reply #18 on: Jun 14, 18, 06:33:41 AM »
Take.

Thorn was delirious from the blending of pain and pleasure. All she knew was the touch of Valor's hands and his hard body fulfilling them both in a way that near made her eyes roll back in her head. Every thrust of his she met it with the slam of her own hips back against him until she couldn't anymore. The wondrous circles of Valor's hips made every stroke of his cock the stuff of literal dreams. Thorn would find herself laughing only to have the sound shift to moans and screams as she experienced climax over and over again.

Until he finished within her and collapsed, only to rise to the occasion and repeat it. Then again. When he finally blacked out from the intense sex of the Rut that first time, Thorn slept for a time then woke, tending the sheets with trembling limps and a half stupid smile upon her face. She had to smother her giggling and didn't risk moving from the bed. Instead, the woman used Craft to cleanse herself and her beloved, the bedding, leaving a light presence of Warlord Prince and Black Widow psychic impressions of love and violent passion in the room. Food had been left outside the door; Thorn pushed the door open with Craft and pulled in the trays with the same spells before the door carefully and quietly closed. She ate a little before closing the Craft preserved trays that she knew Valor would tear through once that need drove him, then drank a Healing tonic, then slathered her skin in a similarly strong lotion with very little scent for Healing.

Tired after this, Thorn slept again for what seemed like hours, only to find herself upon waking with Valor back atop of her, pressing her body into the mattress. She expected another wonderous and rough go only to find the Warlord Prince so tender that it brought tears to her eyes. Almost, she thought to ask him to eat until the words were gently torn from her thoughts by yet another orgasm. Her hips moved with his; fingers wrapping around the strong hands that grasped her breasts. She shuddered as he managed to bleed her again, though she wasn't sure if it had been within or perhaps the man's teeth again. Thorn moaned low and pleased with her joy of him, the pinch to her nipples just that one thing she needed to push the Black Widow from gentle to a seeking a quicker and deeper thrust.

Then their previous conversation rolled through her mind. His support and care of her despite the way his Caste and past drove him to the edge of anger and hate of her chosen lover. She swore to herself that Valor would have anything and everything he needed or wanted. Thorn had been so afraid to tell him the truth, and now only felt so free and liberated. He would kill for her, protect her, love her, make sure she was safe tending her dangerous Court duties. She had been almost a mother once and had never thought that chance would come around again. The orgasm from her thoughts completely slammed into Thorn, leaving her breathless and trembling with need. Soon. Soon. Soon.

Thorn growled and with the strength of her Red, as it was the only way she could gain any temporary control flipped them so that she could straddle Valor. "Please, please, please," she said in a frantic voice and slamming her hips down upon the man to make him understand what she needed. Gripping the headboard, the woman began to pop her hips in a near impossibly swift rhythm designed to keep her darling sated. "Soon," she panted, lowering her body to his for a kiss, then angling herself so that Valor could take her even deeper, the edge of the sex now riding a perfect pleasure-pain point that dragged a blush to the woman's cheeks. At that moment, she let out a low keening sound, wrapping herself in her own Seduction Craft. She wanted to be as lost in desire as Valor was, or as close as she could ever get.

"Want ... yesssss, you. Yours."

Another climax made her body shake, but she didn't stop slamming her hips to Valor's own, letting the pleasure roll through in a way the woman had never considered possible, once.

"Love, love ..." She laughed, then growled once more. Mother Night, he was perfect.

"Have ... baby ... soon," she panted, the awareness and crazed desire tearing more of the psychic impression of Thorn into the room, on the sheets, on Valor's skin. Mother Night. There was literally nothing like making love with a man in Rut. Nothing. Thorn knew precisely how much Valor had difficulties with the Rut, so she gave and gave, showing him with her body what she had been trying to say with words he would be unable to process. She would make absolutely sure that this time, and every other time after that he would never have anything to fear or dislike of this state again. Intent upon their shared desire, Thorn made sure Valor would understand to never stop with the frantic movements of her hips, the shouts and screams every time she climaxed.

I'll show you another world, beloved. Mine.
"Do they not bleed from the bite of a Thorn?"

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Re: Collecting Memory
« Reply #19 on: Jun 18, 18, 01:29:14 AM »
He was insatiable. No matter how many times he speared her or heard her scream his name, Valor wanted more, needed more of Thorn than his body could handle. His issues with the Rut always stemmed from the loss of control that came once his rational mind asserted itself. Right now, though, sheathed to the hilt inside Thorn and settled into a sharp, punishing rhythm that made his own grunts match hers, all Valor cared about was her next climax and his own. Seduction Craft sharpened and amplified his greedy need, while the scent of her body and blood narrowed the entire world to only her existence. No other woman could have sated him, could have made his cock and balls ache with the need to flood her womb with his seed right now. He would have flayed the skin from anyone who’d even stopped by to ask if they needed anything.

She climaxed again and followed her over the precipice, soaked in her sweat and his own. He slept again, fragments of memory and dreams melding together into things that he’d only half-recall in the coming months. They spent the first day, and much of the second, with Valor giving Thorn as much pleasure as she could handle before taking his own until his eyes rolled back and he passed out. When he woke, he mounted her again and again, letting her ride him to her heart’s content before deciding that he needed to see and feel her pinned beneath him.

He left handprints. He scratched and clawed. He bit. He tasted blood and drank it down, over and over again, each time as sweet as the first. Spending himself inside her wasn’t enough. He needed to feel her inside of him. He needed her blood on his lips, teeth, tongue, chest, and cock. He needed to taste her tears. Her scent had to be burned into his nostrils as much as he wanted it soaked into every inch of skin and ever strand of her hair on his body. He wanted to carve his name on her bones and let her do the same. If anyone ever asked who she belonged to, or who owned his love, he wanted them to be able to peel back the layers of skin and sinew, to dig beneath the muscle or cut into his brain and find nothing but Thorn in his veins.

He woke from a dream where someone had done just that. On that third day, he woke up and fucked her like he hated her.

His mind returned to him early on the fourth day, because he registered pain. The pain between his legs fought against the pain of his lacerations and scratches for his attention. Tired and sore muscles screamed at him to stop moving and just enjoy himself and relax. At this point, he’d already be half-dressed, leaving Thorn (or the woman in question) to relax while he exited the house and tried not to give himself away. He’d started to do that before looking over at Thorn’s resting form. A lock of her pale hair lay on the pillow beside her. The sheets were clean but the scent of their sex, intermingled with the scent of a floral lotion, suffused the room. He rose, going to the door and calling for someone to bring him salves and ointments. Valor would not leave her to tend the final evidence of his rut by herself. Nor would he allow her to wake up alone and wondering if she’d done something wrong.

He would apply the newest round of healing products himself with a gentle, tender hand, careful to avoid lingering on any sore areas longer than necessary. He sighed as he looked down at her and smiled.

Thank you, my love. You…thank you for being there when I needed you.” Valor whispered to her sleeping(?) form while he tended to her injuries at his hand.



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Re: Collecting Memory
« Reply #20 on: Jun 21, 18, 06:35:21 AM »
Thorn slept near the rest of a woman floating around that type of exhaustion that only came from the wonderous endurance of a Warlord Prince's Rut, and a Dark Jewelled one at that. She thought she dreamed of Valor's hands sliding over her body, and sighed at the beauty of her dreams. She arched easily toward his every touch. At least a half an hour passed before she registered that the passionate man had said something to her at one point, indicating a return to sanity. She opened only one eye to look at him and giggled like a youth before turning back over and half-sleeping for a good ten minutes more while her fingers toyed with whatever part of his hand, arm, or leg she could touch.

She turned back over, stretched, and winced, though a huge grin was quick to follow the soft sound.

"Well. You were thorough," Thorn noted with a low offer of actual speech before easing herself up on the pillows, which had found themselves halfway across the room before she crooked a finger and gently used Craft to float them to her hands and behind her head. This predictably made her laugh again.

"Come here, please," she murmured with a half growl then proceeded to massage every ache from the Warlord Prince that she could get to for a little while though being careful not to overdo it before she slid herself up under Valor's arm to cuddle very, very carefully. With her head resting as softly upon his shoulder as she could manage, she cupped her hands together while a tiny blue Memory Crystal was called from her storage.

Funny enough, the Black Widow had never, ever considered helping ease Valor's fears in such fashion, though in fairness it was damned intimate. She blew out a soft shudder of a breath before rolling her shoulders. The heaviness of her Red Jewel was a pulse in the air around them both. Focusing on such an erotic set of memories only made desire rise that she hadn't really the physical ability to do anything about, though being so close to Valor really truly did assist her focus. From the moment just before she had sensed his focus slipping, and he had been unable to hear what she said to the last delirious thrust before she'd curled up and slept. While there were certainly blank points where she'd experienced so much pleasure that she had blacked out, and thus, there was a gentle skip of time in the Crystal, Thorn caught as much coherent memory as possible. Even when he'd speared her as though it had been hate between them, the Black Widow'd caught every second of the Warlord Prince in one of his truest states of perfection, her own love and delight almost palpable from the memory alone. Though the Craft drained her Red at a fair rate, it had been worth the effort. She carefully shielded the priceless item against damage that couldn't typically be accounted for, then turned to Valor.

"For you," she murmured, aware suddenly of a tightness in her throat as if she were close to crying. "I know you have never understood why ... just why I love even this side of you so much. I wanted ..." she frowned, lower lip trembling. Thorn called forth a delicate silver chain and pushed the Memory Crystal on it.

"I ... do not want you to forget where I belong, either. Not ever."

Thorn held out the chain with trembling hands to Valor; she felt on fire everywhere, allowing an emotional closeness like this. "Take a look, please. Remember the words I said to you."
"Do they not bleed from the bite of a Thorn?"