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Author Topic: Luyse Arevi, the light of the sun  (Read 178 times)

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Luyse Arevi, the light of the sun
« on: Oct 22, 19, 01:38:08 AM »
Locale: Bidea, Dena Nehele.

I came to bring the wind of the mountains ...

It had taken a lot of effort for Tamarian, aka Tamara or Tammy to find further odd jobs to get extra money the first time that Gabriel had been gone earlier during the last year before the witchwave, and three of those positions had fizzled, so the Hearth Witch had hunted for more until she managed to find something relatively permanent at a local tavern. She really wanted more than that as far as work as her first love was fashion, but given how much she stood out there were times that her Raejan accent and clothing preference kept her from certain things. A detail that was Tamarian's own fault, she was very, very well aware of. While she could hide the fact that she was Eyrien due to lacking wings to some extent for those that didn't know what to look for in her face, the Raejan upbringing and pride were difficult to suppress. For example, the number of decades it had taken her to learn how to wear her hair loose instead of covered when out in public.

Since the Decimation that was was a concern that had very fast faded due to the number of horrifically injured people, something Tamarian hated and felt terrible to see happen as she had lived through similar once already. However, the Blood Opal Jewelled Hearth Witch wasn't going to complain at the extra work it brought her and the need to try and "fit in" a lot less with the Dene Nehelian locals.

She just wished she had come across the extra work in a less terrible fashion as it meant people's spouses and children, and grandchildren had been lost in a sudden burst of power that hadn't deserved it. Tired from a long shift somewhat, Tammy opened her front door and was confused by the absolutely quiet from within her place. By now, normally Samuel would have long been home and had filled the kitchen with a mess needing to be cleaned after dinner. Raising a Fifteen-year-old Warlord Prince absolutely wasn't easy, and her son was relatively Light Jewelled. More, the kitchen was absolutely spotless, the Hearth Witch noticed as she walked further inside the flat.

A perfectly warm, wonderful scent of lemon was the first thing that struck Tamarian. Lemon and soap. The dishes had been dried, stacked, and even put away where they were supposed to be. And! It was still so very quiet. "Hello? Is this a joke? If so, this is amazing and you can um, come out now?" There was an elegantly written note in addition to the fact that the trash had been taken out, the counters were thoroughly cleaned (she checked due to being suspicious). The Hearth Witch snorted and picked up the note, leaning against the counter only to notice that the FLOOR had also been mopped. Flawlessly.

"All right what's this cra--oh." Her brows lifted as she began to read.

"Gabriel? Are you here?" She walked toward the living room and noticed not a single book out of place. Her eyes narrowed further as she sprinted toward the bedroom, still reading. She yelled out 'AHA!' ... to exactly no one.

"Wait a minute ..."

Tamarian got to the end of the letter by the time she made it to her bedroom after checking Samuel's which was also perfectly neat and clean. Even under the BED. "There's gotta be a trick to this somehow ..." she muttered but didn't find one. Instead, the last of the letter read for her to choose a dress, and to meet him at their favoured restaurant. The Hearth Witch instead went back over the apartment THREE times, unable to believe her eyes. She went next door, as that was where Samuel was supposed to be.

Surely, there had to be another explanation, Tamarian thought savagely to herself, especially as Gabriel wasn't supposed to be back for at least a week still. She knocked politely upon the door, and a middle-aged Prince opened the door. "Lady Tammy! You must be looking for Samuel. Your ... ah ... well, his father, Prince Gabriel arranged with my mother to have Samuel stay for the evening into tomorrow night. She's gone to the store but will be back shortly." The Prince eased aside so that she could see her son indeed sitting at the large table with a pile of three sandwiches.

Tamarian blinked. "I ... I see. Well, thank you."

"Mom! Mom! I'm not going home yet, am I?"

"Ah ... no, no you're fine," Tammy said with a warm smile. He'd seemed taller of late, and now she was sure of it.

"Can I stay an extra night!? Please?"

"Well ... I suppose."

"Awesome!"

Tamarian blinked, feeling completely at a loss. "I suppose I'll just go home then."

"Wait, Ma," the young-ish Warlord Prince said, bravely abandoning his sandwiches. "Can I have a hug?"

She stared. He hadn't asked her for a hug in months. What did Gabriel do?

"Of ... course you can." She waited, and he trudged to the door while they then hugged it out. A feeling of stress that the Hearth Witch hadn't even realized she'd even had eased away.

"Have fun, all right? And behave."

"I will! If I need anything, I know how to contact Dad."

That was new, Tamara thought.

Tamarian blinked and nodded. He had been exactly where Gabriel had arranged for him to be for the entire night. She suddenly couldn't breathe for the anxiety making her see double. "I'll head home then for now."

"Later Mom, love you most!"

"... Um. Bye, sweetie. Love you mostest."

Awkward.

She walked back down the hall, opened her front door only to walk in, close it, walk over to the couch and slide down to sitting on the floor. Because something HAD to be wrong, right? This wasn't normal. It hadn't been her normal for a while. She understood that Gabriel had told her to get dressed and meet him ... meet him ... at their favourite place but she couldn't think past the fact that there was NOTHING for her to clean. Tamarian burst into horrible sobbing tears. Typical Hearth Witch nonsense.

Five minutes later, however, the woman was on her feet and headed to the shower to clean up. "Hopefully, he won't hate me for being late," she murmured, sniffling. It was good, after all. He'd done everything right so, she couldn't fail him due to feeling overwhelmed and surprised. It didn't take the Hearth Witch terribly long to bathe, manage some semblance of makeup to hide that she'd been weeping as best she could, and find her best dress among the ones the Grey Jewelled Warlord Prince preferred. She chose a beautiful rose gown with a high slit that halted at the thigh and hugged her hips from the more round shape she had not entirely lost after Samuel's birth sixteen years previous and certainly not due to a lack of trying. It had taken her three separate tries to get her hair right, but to fit with the dress the curly lengths fell easily past her shoulders and then some.

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Re: Luyse Arevi, the light of the sun
« Reply #1 on: Oct 22, 19, 02:27:18 AM »
Gabriel was feeling a tad repentant.

The last few days had passed in a blur of adrenaline and sex with the Black Widow who was taking over his thoughts more and more of late. As was becoming far too common for comfort, Kiarian had met him at the border of Askavi to spend time together. Unlike their new, risky normal, though, their days together were cut short by the flapping of wings.

The Eyrien war band had not seen them, but it had been a close call. Only Kia's hand on his heaving chest had kept old memories from the war from driving him to attack the patrolling males for the mere fault of startling him and the encounter had left him shaky. Like a bucket of cold water over the head (something he had experienced once when his son decided it was a great prank to pull of a napping father), Gabriel had been too shocked and unsteady to remain.

A day in the woods, working out his frustration at how easy it was for the memories of the war to resurface dulled the edges of his disquiet, but when he dejectedly returned to his coach to look for work and caught sight of the calendar, an equally uncomfortable realization hit him.

It was autumn.

Of course, some part of Gabriel had realized this on an intellectual level (the trees were turning, after all), but flipping through the ratty calendar, confirmed that he had missed Tamara's birthday by more than a month and hadn't been home to help with Samuel for more than a few weeks at a time for a whole year.

It was time to fix that.

Gabriel had promised Tamarian that he would be there for her and for Samuel on the day they had decided to keep him. Even if he hadn't, though, it made Gabe's heart ache to think of all the days he had just missed in his only child's life. In just a few years the boy would be a grown man and his feisty little Hearth Witch would no longer be a part of his everyday life in the same way.

With that melancholic thought in mind, Gabe made his way back to Dena Nehele. Tamara was not home when he got in, but Sam was. The boy launched himself straight at Gabriel when he opened the door, but lost a lot of his enthusiasm as Gabriel looked around at the mess that, knowing Tammy, had definitely not been here this morning, and fixed his son with a 'really, boyo?' stare.

Two hours later, Samuel had been reminded of a few finer points of cleaning up to Tamarian's standards, Protocol, and 'how to not be a shithead to mom' and sent off to the neighbors, and Gabriel put the final touches on the apartment, then dressed and left a note for his Hearth Witch before leaving the house with a glint in his eye and bounce to his step.

When she arrived at the small restaurant a few streets over, Gabriel was waiting at an outdoor table under a tree. The swaying leaves above the candlelit outdoor seating area were a brilliant red and crunched underfoot on the smooth patio stones. He had attempted to clean up a little and wore a jacket Tamarian had added to his wardrobe a few years back over a mostly wrinkle-free shirt, hair brushed and with no dirt under his nails. True, his pants were a little ragged and his belt and shoes definitely didn't match colors, but he had made an effort.

He had learned that with most women, but Hearth Witches in particular, the little things like that mattered.

Gabe spotted her the moment she entered and rose in greeting. When she was close enough, he took her hand and brought her knuckles to his lips. "You look beautiful. Thank you for indulging me, I realized I missed your birthday and... a lot of other things, including just you and thought I could start making that up to you with dinner."




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Re: Luyse Arevi, the light of the sun
« Reply #2 on: Oct 23, 19, 03:40:07 AM »
As Tamarian all but thrived upon fashion and appearance, her attire was of course perfectly put together in every physical manner. Of course, that was unsurprising considering her interests in Craftwork surrounding the tendencies of Hearth Witches the Realm 'round. As Prince Gabriel was a Warlord Prince and wore the Grey, his talents lay in other places and she had been well aware he wouldn't have chosen to be the most perfectly attired male at a gala, and that was IF he bothered to attend that kind of thing. Her pulse sped up in just seeing that he'd chosen to wear a newer jacket. She ought to have expected more, but little details had always gotten her attention first.

Who cared if the man couldn't dress entirely well so long as he could keep a near-perfect house. Gabriel could clean a dining room faster than she could yell about a stain and that was the best part about his allure. Not to speak of his skill sensually. She knew he'd know that she was intrigued without even so much as a brush of her outer barriers as she had a tendency to project her feelings outward. When the Warlord Prince lifted her hand to kiss the knuckles, Tammy blushed. He could always make her blush. "Prince Silvarin," she murmured, her low and warm contralto more appreciative and full of emotion than further words could offer forth.

"You are home early," she turned her hand over in his, unable to help herself and utterly craving the skin contact with his. Tamarian visibly shivered as she sought permission to lace her fingers with Gabriel's while holding eye contact. It had only been weeks and she felt as if she hadn't seen him in years. Her chest tightened and the shift startled her.

"You cleaned everything. You handled the boy, our sweet Samuel. He hugged me, Gabriel. As in, asked his mother for a hug and held me for a full five minutes without being typically grossed out by contact with his mother. He was perfectly Protocol correct." If the restaurant hadn't been full she'd have thought to have him bend her over their table right there in the middle of the room, if it hadn't been utterly beyond what was considered sane and normal for the Blood in public. The restrained desire in Tamarian's face was ferocious. She gripped the edge of the table to steady herself and it creaked, which only served to brighten her blushing.

"You mopped and scrubbed the counters just the way I love it done," Her full lips pulled slowly up into a smile, golden-brown eyes very bright with approval. "You want something. What do you need from me? How can I help you?" As a woman, she didn't consider the Grey Warlord Prince hers any more than he preferred her to. She was absolutely content for him to have any lady he needed to avoid painful explosions of his violent edge as a Warlord Prince and had long championed safety and love over any kind of restraint.

Of course, while it was true it was autumn, Tamarian being half Eyrien hadn't aged a single day in appearance since he'd met her almost seventeen years previous. The only difference was the warmed span of her hips. Lately, she'd been wondering whether he'd stick around now that their son was almost old enough to tend himself and had felt ... and wondered if she'd have more children, regardless of whether they were his or not.

"I missed you. So much." Tamarian bit her lower lip. "I've had others, but ... there's always been something about you." She drew in a careful breath. He smelled so good. Waiting for permission, she reached out and brushed her free hand down his shirt, relieving it of every single wrinkle, as well as the trousers. Tamarian snapped her fingers and the colour that complimented his eyes best glamoured the shoes and belt. Half the women in the restaurant seemed to collectively sigh. Tamarian's resulting grin regarding her work was nothing short of feral, as was the sharpened passionate laugh in paring. A few even seemed to tremble to catch Tammy's eye contact in unwavering appreciation.

Then she dropped a bit of news that she expected was going to stir his brain up, but there was no other way to put it. "... My mother and brothers want to meet our son." It was hard to keep eye contact while trying to explain as delicately as she could that she still had a living family. Her palm itched to brush her fingers over the old wedding ring hidden beneath her gown, but instead, Tamarian kept her hand in Gabriels. Had she even told him her real surname? She hadn't thought so. Some details had been far, far too painful to contemplate when they had met, and he had never asked her more questions than she could bare to speak of, much as she offered him equal respect about his past. Now, she wondered if she hadn't asked enough. Gotten to know the father of her son. Tamarian's pulse quickened a little more. She didn't know if love was quite the right word for what she felt about him, but she didn't want to lose him. A mere thought could turn her legs to some semblance of gelatin.

"I know that Askavi is and was ... a difficult place for you to consider ... actually visiting and only going near the border is as much as you might normally ... bother with," but Tamarian had simply never asked him why. Now seemed a good time, despite the fact that she wanted to inhale him then and there regardless of observers. It made her wonder if she was close to ovulating, which meant time to make the brew.

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Re: Luyse Arevi, the light of the sun
« Reply #3 on: Oct 23, 19, 10:38:20 AM »
Gabriel laughed, the sound low and pleased, as Tamara asked him what he wanted. He loved getting under her skin this way and had enjoyed doing so since they day they met. It was the sort of challenge that soothed his warrior's nature without involving any sort of violence at all, for while other women might be easily swayed with gifts or sweet words, the quickest way to Tamarian's heart had always been meeting, exceeding, and occasionally even outdoing, her high standards. Whether it be in cleaning the kitchen or bringing her pleasure in bed, Gabriel liked the challenge. He was sure it was what had drawn him into that first Rut with her, and what kept him coming back (and would have, even had Samuel not been in the picture).

"Darling, I don't want anything, at least not in this very public restaurant," the last was whispered close to her ear as he came around to help her into her seat. He didn't miss the way her pulse was racing, and it took great self-control to only brush his knuckles over the skin of her neck the one time, while leaning down to whisper, "I missed your birthday, I thought wrangling the child and letting you relax for an evening was a good start in trying to make it up to you. I have other ideas too, but they'll have to wait until after dinner."

That message delivered, Gabriel straightened, but before he could take his own seat, Tamara reached out and fixed his clothes. That drew a warm smile from the Warlord Prince. "I missed you too, darling. It's been a rough year and I have not been home enough by half. I'm going to endeavor to be here more than just in passing from now on. It's not fair to you, or to Sam, for me to disappear for months at a time the way I have of late, and I am genuinely sorry for that, Tamara."

He poured them both some wine, then reached across the table to lace his fingers with hers again.   Gabe had been about to ask how her new job was, and what she and Samuel had been up to of late, but before he could, she blurted out,

My mother and brothers want to meet our son.

What?

In the seventeen years they had spent orbiting each other and living together in fits and bursts, not once had Tammy done more than mention her family, and always in a past-tense. Gabriel hadn't even realized she still had living family, and given her age, that meant that they had to be from the... from the Eyrien side.

FUCK!

It took just shy of all his willpower not to let that resonating thought show on his face, but his hand did tighten around hers. Carefully, aware of how precarious dancing on any sort of edge was for him these days with one of his Queens in that Darkness-forsaken Territory, Gabriel drew in a deep breath and let it out.

"Oh."

There, a word that wasn't a profanity. He was doing ok. Maybe a few more might even follow. "Alright." No, not alright, add more before she thinks that is you saying yes. "We can talk about this."

Mother Night! Gabe could feel his heart racing and took a few more deep breaths, then bowed his head and squeezed her hand as tight as he could without causing pain as he tried to get a grip on his composure. It took a few minutes. At last, his eyes rose to hers once more.

"I didn't realize they were still alive. When did they contact you?" Or had she contacted them? "I won't... I won't keep Sam from meeting more of his family, if that's what you want, Tammy, but I can't be part of that meeting. Not because I don't want to bother -far from that- but because there is a very real chance that me being there, even if the meeting happened here and not in Askavi, could put our son, and you, in danger."

He ran his fingers through his hair, undoing much of the work he's put in to get it flat, then damage done, did so again. This was going to provoke questions, and then Gabe would have to give answers that he had avoided talking about with Tamara because...

Well, because she wasn't scared of him. Even after he had broken her arm, she had been her usual (if at the time grumpy) self, and was perfectly capable of bossing Gabriel around and telling him what was and wasn't permissible in their shared home. He liked that about her, liked the way she could relax into his arms without any tension. Nothing about Tamara flared his temper the way Kia's wings did. She was soft, sweet, gentle, and interesting. Most of all, she was safe, which might change if she found out exactly why he could never set foot in Askavi.

But that was the conversation they were about to have, one way or another, so Gabriel gritted his teeth and spoke before she could ask, lest her kinder nature keep her from pressing for the information she would need if she was about to see her family.

"You know I fought in the war. What I don't think I ever told you is that I never fought in an army. I was... not the man I am now, back then. The people who trained me after my Birthright turned me into the weapon they needed and pointed me at the Eyriens in Dena Nehele. I wasn't picky about who I killed, and it wasn't always... warriors. My goal wasn't to win. We were too outnumbered to win. It was to make them pay for every inch and hit them where it hurt. I killed fighters, but I also murdered camp followers, women, even children. I... in the last hours of the war, I took out nearly a whole camp of people in a blind rage, but while that was the worst of it, it was not the first. There are people still alive in Askavi who have lost family and friends to me. There are Eyriens in Askavi who don't have wings, because of me. I was a monster, back then, and while I like to think I've put most of that behind me, it doesn't change the things I did. If I walk into that Territory, I don't walk out. If the wrong people find out who Sam's father is, there's a chance he won't either. I'm... sorry, Tamara. The last thing I want to do is ask you to lie to your family, but you have to be aware of the risks."

He was shaking, as he finished. Self-hatred rose like a wave in his chest but Gabriel pushed it back down, stuffing it into the box where the war lived because he couldn't afford to have the lid on that particular can of worms not sealed tight. Talking about it was one thing, remembering was another.

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Re: Luyse Arevi, the light of the sun
« Reply #4 on: Oct 23, 19, 11:48:55 AM »
His laugh. It was one detail that had always had the capacity to set her to passionate flames regardless of her mood, whether annoyed, enraged or desperately sad. Gabriel's laughter had been one detail that had always set her whole day back where it belonged. She let it do that just then to the remnants of sadness that had been upon her shoulders from earlier anxiety. With his brush of fingers to her neck just once, that hint of control of his despite being blessed (or cursed) with so much power she had to fight not to spear him with an expression of what she thought about said touch or about his restraint. She liked both very very much.

The sound of his whisper coiled through her entire body. She knew it was the difference between bearing her Blood Opal and an Opal. Tamara or Tamarian was just Dark Jewelled enough to have a reservoir of deeper passions than Lighter Jewelled Blood, but some of it had nothing to do with Jewels and everything to do with her hot-tempered Eyrien heritage. "Then these things we both wish for can and will wait until after dinner as I've sorely missed having meals with you ... while I am simply glad you remembered my birthday. I've had quite a few of them after all, and I can be a very patient woman, as you'll remember," she noted with warm, kind and good-natured dry humour.

There was also very little that tended to rile her temper when Gabriel was around. He often reacted first to things which made it altogether easier for her life period. Most people weren't foolish enough to screw up when a Grey Jewelled person was in the room. Example being the restaurant service. She noticed the area around their table was much more pristine than the rest. He smiled and her emotions all but scattered. He'd always managed that reaction but almost years later and the man still got her attention and the feeling had only become stronger over time. After Gabriel poured her wine, she murmured a thank you and immediately sipped, showing her appreciation for his action, knowing he liked it when people responded quickly, and these days it didn't even take her much time to think it through. She had already had the glass in hand before thinking to question him about the type of wine and had been halfway through the motion of saluting him with said glass.

"I appreciate that. But ... you know I do not and never have begrudged you your travelling? I've always wanted you to be comfortable, whatever that means. But that you would give me more of your time pleases me deeply. Samuel will ideally live for a long time. You'll have decades and centuries with our son." Her voice was so tender when she said the words, squeezing the man's hand as he explained himself. She kept herself without tension however, waiting for him to respond to her words about her family. It had now been a couple of centuries and had been in part because of the Decimation that she had something to say about her family. She didn't consider the depth of her phrasing, however, that it somewhat meant she'd remain in his orbit for centuries further. Her pulse quickened more, but not so much that she couldn't attend to Gabriel's words. Tamarian almost immediately shifted to a listening mode.

When he didn't swear, she knew for sure that she'd scared the father of her child. Especially when his hand tightened on hers. Tamarian's golden brown eyes filled with compassion. She hadn't meant to startle him this badly and had thought that mentioning the matter in public would help him be able to parse the details without exploding even further with what it meant. "Gabriel ... my Prince. I know it is a lot. But the first thing I need to say. I have not responded to the request. I came to you first." The Hearth Witch stroked her fingers over the Warlord Prince's tightened, tense hand that still gripped her own.

"Look at me. Your past is your past. I understand that many people committed terrible, horrible atrocities on all sides of this War issue.  While my family was mostly kept out of it, especially me ... since I couldn't fly anyhow, I understand. I knew men that did vicious, horrific acts to other peoples that weren't Eyrien and expected the rest of us to be proud of them." She clearly wasn't and never had been. "Askavi was the aggressor. You would have had to do none of the things you have if it had not been the case." Tammy pushed Gabriel's glass of wine closer so that he could collect it and drink himself. No doubt now, the man needed it.

"My mother sent me a letter last week," she explained, easily answering the questions directly and clearly. "I've only just discovered that ... they were still around. I mean, I had hoped of course but ... I couldn't bring myself ..." she smiled weakly.

"I had a life once but it has been two centuries, darling," she said, her voice rough with the edge of real tears. "Talking about Askavi was never possible for me until recently. I am so proud of you? Prince Silvarin, you have been nothing save supportive of me from the moment you discovered I was carrying your child. Our child. I couldn't imagine lying about who you are. Not ever. Either ... either my mother accepts this without offering any violence or she won't see him. She will respect the father of my children-ah ... child. I swear I meant child." Tamarian lifted her chin with a razor-sharp edge of pride, then turned bright, bright red at her misspeak.

Mother Night, save me now. I am fumbling this something terrible! By the time she was done, she hoped Gabriel wouldn't have suffered from a heart attack at the table. Just then all Tammy wanted to do was climb onto his lap to sit and ease his emotional pain despite suffering from her own. It was the natural inclination of the Hearth Witch and why they worked so well with Warlord Princes. She needed to soothe him with every fibre of her being, as soothing Gabriel would soothe her anxiety too.

"I am ... so sorry that most of my maternal people set you on edge the way they do. Please ... please don't hate yourself. I don't. Not even a little. You were defending those that couldn't, even if you were pointed at the Territory of my birth as a living weapon. To me, my people like my Raejan family would not have lived as long as they had if not for men like you." She leaned forward and kissed the back of his hands, both of them before drinking like half her glass of wine.

"You don't ... you ..." she laughed and the sound was softly pained but very patient. "Without you, I would still have this emptiness where ... my ...mmm--..." she looked away, unable to even speak it. The word daughter caught in her throat like a knife while the ring that was on the golden chain around her neck was suddenly back in her free hand, as she twisted it in her fingers viciously. "You and Samuel are ... everything." She shivered, hard as her late husband's name fluttered through her thoughts. She hadn't considered him in years! "We clearly should have talked about all of this sooner," Tammy remarked tenderly.

Sayyidar Toledanik. Lady Toledanik? We have found his body. Witch's Purge ... it spared no one.

Sayyidar. Sayyidar.
Tamara blocked out the other name, unable to bear even thinking it in public.

She halted, needing to give him something, anything. "Tamarian," she hissed warmly, still stroking a hand over Gabriel's fingers. "Tamarian Ruqayyah Yechezkel," she said, giving him her name. "My father, Rahad El Malak was a Raejan Warlord Prince with Dena Nehelian ancestry. He was brave and climbed the cliffs to get to Askavi proper as a trader and after seducing my mother, he decided to stay awhile. My parents were a love match. Rare, for those times, I think you'll know. After the Great War, however, it was easier to answer to Tamara, or Tammy or Marian, or Tamar depending on the territory I was in."

"Did you order for us both already?" She often liked it when he did. It saved her from having to choose through eighty different foods and he had such a memory that Gabriel could always recall what she liked before she could get through half the menu. Tamarian hoped that mentioning food would remind him that she was hungry and thus, shift the Warlord Prince's focus to needing to tend to the mother of his child. He would be able to think about the things she'd said a thousand times better on a full stomach, too.

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Re: Luyse Arevi, the light of the sun
« Reply #5 on: Nov 15, 19, 11:59:45 PM »
Gabriel tried his best to push past his anxieties and listen to Tamara the way she had for him. It helped that her hands in his held tight, grounding him to the here and now and not... the past that he could never allow himself to forget, yet wished more than anything not to remember so vividly.

She didn't stop there. Tamarian's assurance that she would not reply to her mother or schedule a meeting without Gabe's go-ahead allowed his shoulders to relax a little, the edge of panic and violence muting to simple anxiety. He took a long, shaking breath and then another, followed by a long sip of wine as he struggled to get himself under control for her sake as much as his own. She was his partner and the mother of his child. More than anyone - in some ways even more than his Queens - she deserved the best of him.

So when she asked him to look at her, he did. His green eyes met her golden ones and as her words sank in, he found himself capable of replying. "Askavi might have been the aggressors, but that doesn't forgive the atrocities I committed. I know how to kill clean... and I didn't. If I do not hold myself accountable for that, Tammy, I will become that monster again, and that is not the  role model I want for our son. But thank you, not just for this but for all the support and trust you've shown me over the years. It means... It means the world to me, Tamarian."

He took another sip of wine, then nearly spit it out as her tongue slipped on children. A quick probe of her scent confirmed that it had just bit a mispoken word, but after the momentary shock cleared enough for him to think back and realize that first, he had not seen her for months, and second, she had just used Craft earlier, his eyes did begin to twinkle. "That time of decade again? Lemme guess, every time you pass an adorable baby you want to squeeze it and maybe steal it?"

It was hard not to miss those early days, when Sam had been a sweet, angelic, chubby-cheeked baby who never pouted, or ran off with girls, or threatened Gabriel with a kitchen knife for daring to institute rules.

his levity, though, faded as Tamara seemed to make a decision and began to speak of a past that was definitely one of the subjects they didn't talk about.

By the end of it, his grip on her hand was just shy of bruising. "You're right, we should have talked about this before." He had not even realized she grew up in that blasted Territory, just that her ancestry included Eyrien blood. That she had, and still had ties there, however distant, made his chest ache.

"My uncle is there now, you know. He's Hayllian and every day I'm convinced I'm going to receive a letter from my Queen telling me that he's dead and she needs help. Even though they've told me that they're safe and it's been nine months now, I still just can't rest easy. I don't know that I would be able to watch you take our son there... but if they were willing to meet on neutral ground and you let me be an overprotective asshole and wrap you both up in about a hundred Gray shields... I won't deny you or him a chance to see them."

And Darkness help him if something happened to either Tamara or Samuel, because all of Askavi would pay if it did.

Moments after she asked if he had ordered, their meal arrived, answering her question. Fresh, brown bread heavy with seeds and nuts, herbed butter, and charcuterie for a starter. Chicken in a creamy, mushroom sauce over egg noodles and a fall salad with pears, nuts, and goat cheese for their main course.

The food provided a pleasant distraction for a few minutes, and Gabriel embraced the chance to just relax and watch Tamara enjoy the dishes she did not have to cook. When they had both tasted everything and conversation resumed, Gabriel took a deep breath and brought up something else that was on his mind.

"Speaking of babies, Michael and Elenor's were born a few days ago. I got the news yesterday. Twin girls. Sam officially has cousins; girl cousins, at that. He's going to be insufferable."

 

 

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