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If life was ever so easy
« on: Jun 23, 18, 12:55:34 AM »
Neesia peeked through the door before letting herself into the home she had called her own for quite some time. It was once a vacation oasis, an opulent little villa in comparison to the one her father owned deep into the south of Sikkim. Summers were spent here, a few scant days she could barely remember anymore until suddenly it became a place that protected her from the rest of the world. At least thats how it was posed to her at the time. Some children cannot understand why what makes them special also keeps them restrained. The little village of Gurma became home. It wasn't long before a native Queen in their midst became a well kept secret. They loved and protected her which was only right for her Caste.  That is why Neesia felt perfectly at ease sneaking away in the wee hours before the light had barely blinked over the thick jungles to the marketplace. Spring was a time to share the fruits of their labor and her blood, More So, it got her out of the house and gave her a little time to herself..

The villa had never been more safe than the day that her bonded Chand moved in. To say he was vigilant was an understatement, the Warlord Prince rarely let her out of his sight which could be just as comforting as it could be infuriating. Without her father and sister bringing the house to life, it was up to them to fill the space. Chand’s greatest passion other than caring for her was to cook. He had even managed to teach her and add a few more items to her repertoire and with minimal fire hazards. Though what she enjoyed the most about the meals was standing in the kitchen prepping the ingredients while Chand bustled about doing the actual cooking.  When they weren't doing that he would read to her in the evening in their usual spot, or he would watch her garden while standing rigidly. Their bond was strong but at the same time this tensile thing. Much had happened in the nearly two years since they met, and much more hadn't happened. It caused strain in their relationship that neither were willing to address further. But there it was, present.

She half expected him to come storming into the entryway but was glad to find silence instead. At least for a minute or two. Conjuring the bags of fresh produce, meats, eggs and even a few bundled packages for herself she set them all on the kitchen island. His approach was quick, she could feel his upset but Neesia was so pleased with her morning, despite the unforeseen setback. Brushing her hands over the royal blue folds of her wrap around skirt she inventoried the items. It was everything Chand would need to make curried lamb, chicken, vegetable nuli and all sorts of things. Gathering up the spice bags of curry and garam masala and gently emptying them into jars. Before he could say a thing she glanced up in his direction and smiled charmingly at him. “Good morning my heart, look at all I got? Most of it was free of course until I insisted..” she chuckled. Who would charge a Queen for her own blessings. “Sleep well?”

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Re: If life was ever so easy
« Reply #1 on: Jun 23, 18, 01:28:13 AM »
Two years was a long time, but it still felt like they’d only met yesterday.

The house they shared had settled into a home as they created traditions and rituals that brought them closer. Chand leaned heavily on his upbringing and childhood in order to find ways to bond with his Queen. Mother Night had placed them in each other’s path on the day of his father’s funeral. Back then, Chand thought that the pain would never fade and that he would carry such a raw wound for the rest of his life. Neesia’s care for him and her presence over the last two years dulled the pain of his father’s passing. Combined with her encouragement, Chand had even made peace with his mother, forgiving her for knowing about his father’s secret life as one of the friends of Rose Neela, and seeking her forgiveness in turn.

Chand was more secure in himself these days (well, mostly) that he could jest with Neesia even as he taught her how to cook without burning the house down. She made a wonderful student and, were she merely a Witch instead of Queen, Chand could see her owning her own restaurant or cooking for her husband and family on a regular basis. But she was his so that meant she helped him cook for the both of them.

If only everything between them went so smoothly.

They spent their days and nights together, mostly enjoying each other’s companionship, but other areas of their relationship lacked. They’d been bonded for six months when his Rut focused upon her. He should have left. He was sure that he’d tried to, but his Queen held his leash. When she offered herself to him, Chand hadn’t waited or asked if she was certain. He’d lost himself in her scent, in the feel of his spear piercing her and taking his fill. Three days of bliss followed while Chand had his Queen in every way possible. By the time his senses returned to him on the fourth, Chand felt better than he ever had after a Rut.

That feeling didn’t last very long.

The evidence of his attentions was written in several angry handprints on her skin where his hand had made contact with her flesh. Scratch marks lined her thighs. But when he saw that Neesia’s arm had been dislocated, Chand was on his feet, calling for a Healer without regard to his personal lack of clothing. Despite Neesia’s constant reminders that she didn’t blame him, something had shifted in Chand, seeing his Queen hurt at his hand. He’d had nightmares, in his youth, about killing during a Rut. He’d never come close to it in the past, but things could always change. He’d had nightmares about finding Neesia’s lifeless form beneath him, long dead but still being speared by him while in the throes of the Rut.

They’d not been sexually intimate since. Oh, Chand wanted to. He’d wanted to take her over the counter while the curry cooked just the other night. But when Neesia saw him looking, Chand had fumbled to find a reason not to be near her, nearly burning their dinner. She’d taken to leaving the house without his escort soon after, one of the few things that Neesia knew would raise his ire.

When he’d awoken from his nap to find her gone, Chand nearly went to the village determined to tear through every living being there to find her. As much as the people of Gurma loved their Queen, they feared her Green Warlord Prince. One unlucky fool, a friend from Neesia’s childhood, had thought to surprise her with a hug while Chand’s attention was diverted elsewhere. One moment, the male thought everything was fine.

The next, he was begging for his life. Had Neesia not called him off, Chand would have gutted the man and left him in the street as a warning that Lady Ashtikar was not to be touched without her leave...and his.

Rather than go to the village and make a scene, Chand paced the floor of their home like a wild tiger. When she called out, he did not answer; he didn’t trust himself not to snarl and ask her what she was thinking in gambling her safety like this. But his expression was not pleased and when she showed him the food, Chand’s eyes glanced over everything before his attention returned to her.

It looks good. Who was your escort to the village?” he asked, unwilling to let her sidetrack him with small talk when his anger threatened to overtake him.

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Re: If life was ever so easy
« Reply #2 on: Jun 28, 18, 11:28:04 PM »
“Well, good morning to you too.” she chided him playfully, not wanting to get into it again. That's how it was with them it seemed, more often than not she managed to upset or disappointed him in some manner. By not calling too much attention to it she could brush it off, make it seem as though he could not be upset if she wasn't. Neesia knew it wasn't fair, but neither was having to live her life tethered  to someone's side. He had only scanned over what she had brought and instantly it was forgotten. Gathering up some of the produce in her arms, the things that would go bad if left out like carrots, ginger and garlic bulbs she set them in the Crafted icebox before turning and focusing on setting the kitchen to rights once more.  “I went on my own. You know I can get around just fine.”  she smirked at him again, focusing her gaze on what she was doing. Onions went into the basket and fruit into another. “I met with two farmers whose land that I blessed just last fall, remember them? They said that they yielded a wild amount of onions and chives this year, so many in fact that their families have gone off to sell in other villages. ” It was great news. With so many impoverished and areas in the brink of starvation it made Neesia feel grand she had made some kind of difference. Chand had been with her to every ceremony, and despite his protests she was certain to bless as many farms as she could each season. Chand was always there to make sure she was healed swiftly and didn't over exert herself as she was prone. He took care of her. The only time he wasn't with her was when he was away on his rut.

During those few days she didn't know where he would go. At least not really.

“I didn't want to wake you. Its a beautiful day, you should try and enjoy it.”  Brushing her dark hair from her shoulder she cleared the counter save for the packages and lifted an eye to him. Nothing she said seemed to help. There were times where she could soothe him, where her words were just as powerful as her Touch, but it wasn't a given, sometimes Chand was so set in being upset he could not let things go.  Even angry, she couldn't help but wonder at him, he was so visually appealing and while she would have liked to blame her admiration solely on the nature of their bond, she knew it was more than that. Feelings that were rooted deep within her tingled at the sight of him. Then she would remember the brush of his hand against her skin and a night he would not fully recall and then nothing. They could be so tender with one another and so brusk the next.

Their nights were spent twinned together reading, her head on his shoulder, his fingers on her skin. There had been a time when he kissed her and world was white noise.  They threw themselves at one another, clutching as if depending on one another for their very breath, but he always surfaced first and left her rocking in the waves. It wasn't until she put a stop to it, that they found further stillness in their quiet nights. The last thing Neesia wanted to do was think about any of that, but it always seemed to come up whenever he was angry at her. She would never admit it gave her a tiny dose of pleasure to know he worried and was left wanting, even to herself.

“I'm fine. I brought us some delicious treasures and I'm not hurt. No major incidents.” Just a small one, but she brushed that off as a fluke. She was in front of him in a few steps, her hands lifting to rest on his chest and assure him that she was safe and sound. She hoped that was all the convincing he needed. “I brought everything you need to make your mother’s curry and some rice pudding for me.” she smiled gently, tilting her head to one side in the way she did when she was trying to be charming.


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Re: If life was ever so easy
« Reply #3 on: Aug 20, 18, 06:21:46 PM »
It was hard for him to be upset with Neesia. Not just for any length of time, but at all. She was good to him, even when he made it hard for her. She forgave him his rougher edges and she’d forgiven him for injuring her in their intimate moments. He knew that it wasn’t fair to deny her what they both wanted, but that deep, niggling fear in the back of hs mind had lodged itself into his heart. What if he hurt her? What if he couldn’t stop himself? He sighed when she came close and placed her hand on his chest.

Neesia, you know why I’m so protective of you, don’t you? It’s not because I’m trying to control your life. The new Territory Court is demanding fealty from all of us. This new Queen has court full of Dark Jeweled males. None of them are Ebon Grays, but I’ve heard rumor that there’s a Gray among them. A Gray, Neesia.

If a Gray male saw you without a collar on your neck, he’d put one there.
” Chand said, his arms wrapping around her to pull her close. He leaned to sniff her hair and sighed.

I have a few projects around the house to complete today. I want to make sure that the roof is ready for the next storm. I also want to see to it that that fallen tree gets cleared. I’ve got it mostly chopped up.” Chand said, his hands wandering down her back out of reflex. They moved over the curve of her ass and Chand squeezed, letting her know that he still enjoyed that part of her of her body, among others.

Do you have any plans? I thought, perhaps, that you could make lunch and we could eat together. You would be making this meal by yourself. Are you comfortable with that?

The bond between them was easy and good in moments like this, the moments where he didn’t have to worry about his strength or the way she just seem to fit in his arms. He wanted to take her to the other room and lay her down, perhaps read to her a bit. But that would lead somewhere that they both couldn’t go. Chand silently cursed his mind and his fears.

His fingers stroked her hair and he looked down at her, resting his forehead against her own.

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Re: If life was ever so easy
« Reply #4 on: Aug 20, 18, 07:18:01 PM »
He put to voice fears she held since she was a child. They constant nightmares by night and ever present reminders that something had to change in Nharkava. Hearing them never got easier so it wasn't surprising that she felt her skin prickle along the bare dip of her back a faint sense of nausea burrowed into her stomach. It was the same feeling she had when she was in a tight space, only luckily for her she could reason this one away. Chand was always aware of his Light Jeweled Queen. He was so hyper focused on protecting her that he wouldn't even let her forget of every potential danger lurking around each corner.  In a way she resented him for it.  Why couldn't Chand just give her an ounce of space? Nothing would hurt her in Gurma, the villagers themselves wouldn't stand for it and she refused to believe that anything could touch her here. 

There was warmth in his arms and all she wanted to do was drink it up. It made him nervous to think of her out on her own, but imagining a Grey would descend all the way from the Territory Court to snatch up some little village Queen was far fetched. It was just another scare tactic. Chand saw dangers in the village, in the arms of a man who he had nearly run through, even going to the bath required a security detail.  The people of Gurma respected him sure but it was based on fear. When she was alone with them they would speak freely and openly, they would hand her wares and treat her like family.  What Neesia wanted most was for Chand to feel the warmth of that welcome as well.  Strong hands tightened and she felt how he held his annoyance at bay. “If a Grey comes to take me away then I think Id be honored.” she smiled, again trying to brush off her own dread and make light of what she thought was a ridiculous example. “Or Ill use my shields along with that grapple you taught me again. It works very well.”  She chuckled, looking back up to him. If he had only seen how brave she had been today, he might even find himself impressed for once.

Darkness she wanted him to smile so they could move on from this.

She wished he would smile more often.

“I'm fine. You see for yourself. I've tried to tell you that a trip into the village is really not a big deal.” Only it was to her, which is why she attempted an excursion every few weeks if she could. Her little escapes were a source of constant strife with them.  He took such good care of her, and she didn't waste any time in showing her appreciation, in turn she tried to please him most of the time and tend to him the best way she knew how. Her hands slid down to his elbows. The scent of dew just after a morning rain mingled with the candylike sweetness of her perfume and the village streets.

Her heart lept when he changed the subject and focused on projects around the house.”I could hire someone, you don't have to stay busy all the time.”  she spoke low, in that near whisper they took in the quiet moments together. His hands moved, clutching her close, tracing the curve of her back down to the round of her ass and giving it a squeeze. She had come to think that he loved the flare of her hips and especially the soft flesh that gave him so much comfort to squeeze and hold. Sometimes when he touched her, he seemed to forget himself. It would be easy for her to do the same, if only she didn't remember that it always came to a screeching halt. “By myself? Are you sure thats wise?”  she asked smirking. “Yes I can do that.”  His Queen closed her eyes, drinking in his scent now that he was calm and so very close.”Alright, go, Ill try and not burn lunch.”

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Re: If life was ever so easy
« Reply #5 on: Aug 21, 18, 01:28:44 PM »
If a Gray comes to take you away, I’m burning down this entire Territory to get you back.” Chand murmured. His tone was only half-joking. In truth, setting Nharkava on fire would just be the opening salvo in Chand’s rage. He would kill everyone who saw her and did nothing. He would kill everyone who helped the kidnapper. Then he would kill everyone who tried to keep him from reaching her. The trail of bodies would grow and grow, but he would feed Nharkava with the blood of its people if any harm befell his Queen.

At times, he wished that someone would try.

She told him that he could check her himself, so Chand did just that. He held up her hands first and checked them from fingertips all the way to her shoulder. He made sure that there were no hidden injuries or pains. He still hated the idea of her leaving the house alone and making the trip to the city by herself. He’d have to time his naps better or ensure that she couldn’t just sneak out without his knowledge.

Yes, you could hire someone else to do the repairs and make the changes around the house that you asked for. But I feel useful when I’m working to make this home better for you. Working with my father taught me a lot. It also lets me feel a little bit closer to him. So while I’ll accept it if you want to hire someone, I like doing this for you. Just like I like cooking for you.” Chand said, looking down at her.

Hey, don’t doubt yourself. You’ve been working hard over these last few months to get better in the kitchen. You’ve made great strides. If anything goes wrong, holler and I’ll be right here to help. Otherwise...just don’t take your eyes off the pans.” he said, teasing.

Chand would kiss the top of her head and then head outside to work on cutting apart the tree limbs and destroying the tree enough so that it could regrow stronger after Neesia’s gift. Getting rid of the old wood allowed him to focus his destructive energies on making this land bend to his will. Neesia’s gift blessed it, but Chand had plans for the space here. He would see to it that this land served her and kept her fed and protected.

Hours later, he would return to the kitchen to watch her cook and see how she fared.

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Re: If life was ever so easy
« Reply #6 on: Oct 03, 18, 01:44:32 PM »
She didn't doubt for one second that there would be nothing but rubble and ash in Chand’s wake were the Territory Court come swooping down to take her away. She also had no doubt he would get himself killed in the process of getting her back. Since meeting Chand, she began to consider her anonymity to be a source of luck. When it was just her, father and her little sister she didn't have to worry about anyone else. They were distanced enough from her in name that the only loss would be her own freedom. While this was terrifying in and of itself, there was a comfort to knowing that the casualties would be small. There was also loneliness in it. 

Acclimating to life with someone else was easier and at the same time far more difficult than she expected. By virtue of their bond, and who Chand was to her, she could no longer take the kind of risks that came so easily.  It didn't mean that she had perfected the role of a dutiful, and complacent Queen, but that she felt she was making compromises.

Such as allowing herself to be checked over inch by inch by her overprotective Warlord Prince. Taking the offer literally, she couldn't help but smile playfully. There was rarely a time her lips were not curled upward in his presence. Neesia could be often accused of brimming with joy. Once he was assured there were no paper cuts or bruises to speak of she felt him relax a miniscule amount.  To her surprise he had let the subject drop almost immediately, which was a welcome change. Had he known the extent of the day’s near harrowing events he wouldn't have been so quick to let up. For that she was grateful. A part of her was prepared for a long drawn out fight the moment she came home.

“I did ask, didn't I...”  Lips pursed, she hummed and nodded in acceptance. Chand always wanted to do more, and she often felt he was restless. Even when it rained all he wanted to do was go outside and feel the cool water against his skin. There were times when she gave in, unless there was a bad storm like the heavy downpours of the last few weeks. “You do good work, as long as you don't find it to be a chore, I will leave the maintenance of -our- home up to you. This isn't just mine anymore Chand.” Pausing she studied him a second. “You would probably be breathing down their necks anyways.” Then lowering her voice to an exaggerated degree, her chest puffed slightly. “That roof will leak, reinforce that, no Neesia, that's far too much salt.” Rocking her shoulders she made a rather poor impression of him before grinning and clasping his hands.

“Again, your optimism is welcome.” 

With a kiss he left to busy his hands and mind.  Lunch was made in short order, chickpea channa dal, rice and chicken vindaloo. Though she had tried to lessen the spice in the meat dish as she was prone to enjoy a good kick, she wasn't sure she was successful. Chili’s had a way of settling and growing hotter in sauces. By the time Chand came back the kitchen was in a familiar state of chaos which proceeded Neesia’s turn to cook.The counters were covered in dirty pots, pans and assorted utensils. He could teach her how to cook, but educating her on how to clean up as she went was another beast entirely. A pot of cooling rice sat on the stove with only a faint scent of crisping which was natural. She would use what was left for rice pudding for the morning.  The table however was immaculate, perfectly set up so everything they needed was within reach.  Once he washed and was seated, they ate. “It will rain again tonight. I can feel it. There will be lightening. Tomorrow I would like to visit one of the farmers I met with today. They have invited us for breakfast and requested if I would look at some new crop that is growing poorly. All this water, I'm beginning to think everyone should just be growing rice.”



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Re: If life was ever so easy
« Reply #7 on: Oct 04, 18, 12:35:26 AM »
Chand loved chicken vindaloo. Good food always improved his mood and Neesia was getting better as a cook. He spooned rice onto his plate, followed by a healthy portion of the meat and sauce. The scent of spice licked at his nostrils and Chand's smile was wolfish. He loved spicy food. Neesia often dialed back on the spices, which he understood, but tonight’s batch held the kind of spice he liked. He’d have taken it even hotter but Neesia didn’t care for that much spice.

The first bite stung and he loved it. He loved it so much that he didn’t even look at the pile of dishes that they’d have to wash when this was over.

Neesia, this is excellent.” he said between bites. Chand ate his fill, but waited for Neesia to take seconds before he did. In their house, he often told her to take as much as she wanted because he would eat everything else once she was good and full. Between her need to replenish her jewel from giving to the land and his Green, there was rarely, if ever, leftovers from dinner unless they planned it that way.

She spoke about the rain and Chand nodded in agreement, taking a moment to wipe his mouth with a nearby napkin. “I can smell the rain on the wind. It’ll be wonderful. I’m going to enjoy it outside. You’re welcome to join me, as usual.” he said. The rain was cleansing. Perhaps it would wash away some of the distance that had grown between them since that night.

If the storm is bad, we may not be able to leave here. The trails can be treacherous after a fresh rain. If you want to go, I’ll gladly escort you. But depending on how the rains go, we may not make breakfast.” Chand siad.

Was it that Landen farmer that grows those wonderful tomatoes?” he asked. Chand loved tomatoes and anything that made with them. The thought of tomatoes made him hope that the rains weren’t as heavy as they’d been in the last few weeks.

I’ll talk to Deta about having the carriage ready for tomorrow morning.

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Re: If life was ever so easy
« Reply #8 on: Oct 04, 18, 12:39:36 PM »
It gave her great pleasure to know he enjoyed anything she cooked. For a while she felt bad for him as spinach pakora was becoming far too frequent a snack in their home when he first arrived. At first he loved it, but after a month or two the treat began to lose its appeal.  Despite her sister’s teasing, Chand would learn that Neesia didn't have much interest at first in developing her culinary skills. In fact she enjoyed to sit and watch, occasionally being useful in the process. Her hesitance in the kitchen stemmed from an allergic reaction to being embarrassed. It was a symptom her sister was all too willing to trigger. Their last days together had gone well, in fact it was better than she imagined. Father and Tanian welcomed Chand with open arms and quickly adopted him into the fold. 

Thinking of them now always gave Neesia a bit of melancholy. Since his arrival she had seen her sister three times and her father in short bursts as he visited. In the span of two years that wasn't nearly enough time, but she understood the reasoning behind the distance. Chand murmured with appreciation and she smiled, pleased with herself. He hadn’t only taught her to cook, but she was also enjoying it. Of course having someone else take care of the domestic duty suited her just fine, but there was a sense of accomplishment that could not be imitated by having Chand genuinely compliment her.

The vindaloo was moist, and sharp in spice, she stirred some chai to cool the heat, but enjoyed the sting, even if her lips throbbed for some time after. All in all it was a good meal and by the end of it there wouldn't be anything left but a mess to clean up.

“No, this is the cousin of another. He has just come into the village about a month ago to help family. They grow beans and onions. I did get you some of those tomatoes though.”  she smiled motioning to the messy kitchen counter. He would find a half dozen ripe tomatoes in the basket. Chand had pulled her out into the rain many times before. He reveled in it and his joy was infectious. But as distance grew between them Neesia settled on sitting inside, watching him through the window if he decided to dance without her. In a way she missed those carefree moments. “You are going to get yourself sick. I think it will come down hard. I didn't expect all this rain, especially so early into the season.”  she frowned. Of course it was a blessing at first. The water only fed the earth as well as her blessings, but there was such thing as too much and after a while roots would begin to rot. Already a few trees had fallen in the village, unable to hold themselves in the softened soil.

Now was a good time to bring something up. “I have asked Deta to go to Goa in the coming month. I’d like him to seek out some contacts, with the rebels there. There has been some correspondence but nothing definite.” Like Chand, Neesia had found ways to keep herself busy and that meant not straying from their purpose. She had acquired new contacts, but only just a few in the last two years which was a source of great frustration. It felt like everything was moving so slowly, and it didn't help that she was rooted in one spot. “If it goes well, perhaps we should pay a visit as well.”

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Re: If life was ever so easy
« Reply #9 on: Oct 05, 18, 12:21:02 AM »
He smiled as he noted the tomatoes on the counter. He wanted to make lamb curry soon and those would help. He nodded as she mentioned the famer that grew the beans and onions she liked so much. The man seemed nice enough, though Chand was still nervous about the oncoming rainfall. Neesia uttered her usual warning about him getting sick, but Chand was already shaking his head, as if to ward away her warnings.

Neesia, no one has ever gotten ill or died from being a little wet. If that was the case, no one would bathe or shower ever for fear of dying. Rain is nothing to fret over.” Chand said, smiling at her as she set down his bowl. She worried for him. Chand loved that about her, among millions of other things, but he wouldn’t be henpecked about enjoying the flood from the heavens. The rain would keep the jungle cool. It would bring new life to the land. In conjunction with Neesia’s Gift, it would do far more good than harm. Chand believed that with his whole being.

But I will be careful, all the same.

He looked up at her again, though, when she said that she was sending Deta to Goa. She wasn’t even done talking and Chand knew what was Neesia was up to. He didn’t trust himself to speak. Chand wanted to shut down the idea of looking for any members of the Rebellion. His father had been part of the Friends of Rose Neela and it cost him his life. Not to mention that the Rebellion seemed wholly interested in receiving help from anyone outside their circle. He set down his spoon and picked up his glass. He filled it with water, counting down from twenty while he poured the water and wrestled his thoughts under his control. He sipped the water, letting it dull the heat from the chicken vindaloo.

If you must deal with a rebellion, wouldn’t it be wiser to make it a rebellion that you start?” Chand asked, realizing that he was about to unblock a dam that he wouldn't otherwise discuss.

Maybe it’s time we stop looking for outside help and start taking down the Glacians on our own.

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Re: If life was ever so easy
« Reply #10 on: Oct 05, 18, 12:29:52 AM »
It was always the same old excuse. Neesia smiled, letting it go, this was a discussion they had many times before. While she knew no one got sick from getting wet, she wasn't entirely convinced that being so cold for an extended period of time was exactly healthy. Maybe it was just superstition. “Less people have gotten sick by enjoying the rain from inside the house.”  she smiled, stacking her plate before taking a sip of the sweetened chai tea she loved so much. The chilis in the vindaloo added a nice burn and he cool drink didn't calm it so much as offer a temporary reprieve. There was something about the spice that accentuated the sweetness in the cream and sugar.

Chand smiled at her and she found herself studying his expression and mirroring it all the same. Having wished just hours ago that he would smile only made her notice all the more. It was Chand’s duty to consider every threat, every danger when it came to her, but Neesia found that she had just as much motivation to keep her bonded hale. He was hers, even in those brief moments she wished he would be somewhere else. If only go give her time to breathe.

Sending Deta off was a calculated decision, one she did not take lightly. With the older Blood male away, it meant that the duty to guard over her fell solely on Chand’s shoulders and while he welcomed the task, she was no fool. Deta was accustomed to her flighty personality and he was less prone to arguing with her when he had her mind set on a specific course. All in all, she could get away with more with him around. Not that she should feel she had to get away with anything.

He didn't like the idea, and Chand didn't have to say a word to express such. Neesia learned to read when she was four years old. She could spell and recall entire passages from the books her father read to her before bed. Some concepts were harder to grasp until she was much older, but she was always literate.  Chand has his own unspoken language and yet its translation was written in the way he moved, how his eyes set and the slow to dawn expressions he kept willfully restrained when he did not want to share the extent of his thoughts.  It was an expression she learned to despise, viewing it as just a way to grow just a bit more detached. It seemed that after a fight, her bonded was just a bit more rigid almost formal and in some ways she viewed it as a sort of punishment. It didn't make much sense and she was sure it certainly wasn't his intent, but Chand was quick to dictate and scold and it was a source of strife between them. Studying the way he picked up the glass so slow and drank, taking small sips she almost counted along in her mind. The silence seemed endless.

The argument she expected might not be far off after all, though she hoped this too would wash out with the rain.

“Deta has a good head on his shoulders and I know he will not overstep.We need to make contacts at the very least to start. I cannot just sit here blessing the land while people outside starve.”   Chand wanted her to be safe, that was a given. Even in two years they had not come to an agreement on how to proceed. Once she thought they had a grasp on a plan and all the concessions that needed to me met were set, he always found a reason to change things ever so slightly. It was all so practical which made her insistence seem anything but. Neesia had a need to see things done, and Chand had the same only her safety always took priority. Sometimes it felt like he was protecting her from her own decisions and that was not something she needed. “Yes, an army of two, and one Blood male is incredibly effective. As is rallying farmers and landen on this cause without word spreading.” Shaking her head she tucked two fingers behind her ear, threading a piece of hair along with it. “We have to form alliances, make changes from within and we wont do it in a remote village. This means networking to the different groups. I agreed to not contact what was left of the Friend’s yet, but I think, I think we have to take a few risks. Even if that means going to Goa myself.”  There, she said it. Resting her hands on her lap, fingers curled inwards.

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Re: If life was ever so easy
« Reply #11 on: Oct 05, 18, 12:37:06 AM »

Then those people are free to enjoy the rain inside their homes. But I need to feel the rain on my skin, Neesia. That’s the important thing.” Chand said, taking some time to eat. He had a million things that he wanted to say right now, but he kept his mind on the meal and on keeping Neesia talking. She liked to veer off on tangents and would do so if he wasn’t careful. Chand’s job was to keep her focused. The vindaloo’s spice was keeping him focused on the meal.

You did very well with lunch, my lady. We’ll make a proper cook out of you yet.” Chand said, smiling at her.

She spoke her piece regarding the Rebellion and the need to take risks. Chand hated this discussion because it always progressed the same way. She stated the need to reach out and gather allies for resistance and rebellion to the Glacians. He explained the reasons that doing so was dangerous. It would draw attention to this village. If one person slipped up, they would send hunters. The Territory Court would not allow dissent. Two years ago, Chand would have joined a rebellion without hesitation. Two years ago, Chand wanted to fight and kill as many Glacians as possible.

Now, he had a Queen to protect. If something happened to him, Neesia was alone in this world. Deta was a good man, but he was growing older. While he still had many years before he couldn’t adequately serve Neesia, Chand knew that it was time to consider other ways to protect his Queen. Ways that might even involve leaving Nharkava altogether. He’d not suggested it to Neesia because he knew she’d refuse him on principle.

It was as if she lived to test him.

You are taking care of the people of this village. You are blessing their land. You are helping their harvests. You are making sure that the people have what they need as often as possible.” Chand said, taking another bite of food. He had to keep eating or lunch would be ruined. He hated arguing with her, but he couldn’t stop himself sometimes. He started to speak, then stopped himself. He did this a few times, as he cycled through the least offensive or infuriating things he could say.

I understand that you want to do more, Neesia. But your plan hastens the Glacians finding this village. When that happens, blood will be spilled. There’s no way around that.” Chand said.

We haven’t even found any evidence that anyone else wants to rebel. It’s as if our countrymen have already bowed their heads to the blade. Our people do not fight. Some of them even help the Glacians. What would you do about that?” he asked.

He took a sip of his water and waited for her answer, interested in her longer-term goals and plans.


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Re: If life was ever so easy
« Reply #12 on: Oct 05, 18, 12:40:24 AM »
They had danced together a handful of times in the beginning. Neesia would never forget the first time he pulled her out into a rainy night, her mild protests ignored. They laughed and he spun her about until it felt like the rain washed away every care in the world. It was perhaps one of the loveliest nights in the season, or perhaps it just seemed that way because he looked at her with such admiration. Things were so new, so fresh that there was no escaping the high of their bond.

Neesia hadn't seen that look in a long time.

As distance mounded up between them, those dances faded. They found peace in the quiet moments, spending their time reading and not speaking about the things that were most important.  Thinking about it now still stung so she tried not to irritate that wound further.

He complimented her meal and she smiled brightly, genuinely pleased at the accomplishment. The way Chand cleaned his plate was proof enough that he was impressed with her skill. At the beginning she managed to overcook, or under season more meals than she should have been allowed to touch, but he hadn’t given up teaching her for even a moment.

As the conversation shifted so did the mood of the room. That was the difficulty with being so intrinsically linked with another, they knew what you were feeling. There was very little hiding unless an effort was truly made to shield their emotions and that was even more obvious.

Her immediate emotion was irritation. This recurring argument was just as vexing to her as it obviously was to him, but for completely different reasons.  He went on with the same argument she had heard and dismissed long ago. Everything that could possibly go wrong would in chand’s mind. It was his nature to think of the best way to avoid the worst case scenario. The problem was, that with Neesia, there was never a chance it would work, not if her life was remotely at risk.

The moment he thought to insinuate her good works in Goram should have been enough in such a casual way infuriated her for some reason. She should be content, well hidden and taken care of. It didn't matter if the world burned around her as long as she didn't feel its heat. There was something so profoundly wrong with that in her mind. Moreso, it made her feel innept and she wasn't sure that chand realized that.  Putting her fork down gently her hands lowered  to her lap. She could claim her appetite was lost but it was sated.

The idea that Nharkava was already lost, or that its people were unwilling to rise up rankled her. Even more because he suggested it. Chand always wanted an explanation. Every detail, every plan had to pass his impossibly stringent inspection. He was a hound looking for weaknesses so she could stay in the place she belonged, safe and by his side.  It didn't matter how many times they went over it, he would never accept it because at least to Neesia, it was Chand who didn't want to fight. The rush that came with his father’s death had faded, not the rage per say, but the sudden compulsion to do something, anything to make things right, even if it was getting himself killed foolishly.

“Its not enough.” she said simply,lifting her dark eyes to him. There was a rigidness to her soft jaw when she said that which almost looked unnatural. “It's not enough to sit here and bless a few farms a year. If it was up to you that wouldnt change. A year, two, ten, I would still be sitting in this little village tending to my pretty little flowers and my people and all would be well with the world. It's not enough for me.”

Gathering her skirts briskly she stood, picking up her plate and a serving bowl before walking toward the kitchen with it and setting it down on the counter. “Your plan has us sitting here impotently like ducks waiting to be taken by dogs.”  Turning, her hand rested on the counter, lips drawn right, shoulders tensed. Neesia had to remind herself that she didn't want a fight, so she had refrained from raising her voice, but she was also so tired of defending every idea against her own male. Why couldn't he just trust her?

“Gathering these people up will get attention. That's why we have to be smart about it. That means finding allies and working together. Also, our fathers gave themselves to a cause for Nharkava’s freedom. This village and others like it risk themselves to protect native Queens. If me still being here isn't proof of that commitment than I don't know what is.”  she almost chuckled bitterly at this.  Taking in a breath she turned her head focusing on another point that wasn't his face.. “No matter what I say you will take it apart. You do it all the time. The truth of the matter is that you don't want anything to change. As long as dinners are cooked, and books are read, then all is fine with the world. Wells it's not Chand. Nothing is right and I'm not sitting here anymore hoping that you will support me in any of this.”

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Re: If life was ever so easy
« Reply #13 on: Oct 05, 18, 01:00:53 AM »
It’s not enough.

Chand knew that she would say that. It was never enough for her. Safety and tending to her people would never fill her soul the way that fighting against an enemy would. She’d wanted to fight before they met, she’d wanted to fight over the last couple of years. And, despite everything she had in this village, Neesia still wanted to draw people into a fight. Her father had survived the Glacia’s wrath. He wasn’t at the Territory Court that day. Chand’s father, on the other hand, was there and he’d died horribly among their people and the Friends of Rose Neela.

Neesia seemed bound and determined to risk her life for something that had already failed once.

If by ‘change’ you mean that I do not want you harmed or killed, then you are absolutely right. I don’t want things to change. Do you know what happened to the mother of my friend, Vinay, before he visited us here a few months ago? He wasn’t just in the area, as he said. He’d been on the run, Neesia. A member of the Territory Court collared his sister. She wears the Rose, just as you do.” Chand said.

She’s now kept as property of the Territory Court, Neesia. Someone with a Control Ring holds her fate in their hands because of the Dark Religion. That’s what I am trying to keep from happening to you!” he said, rising up from the table and walking over to her.

You think I enjoy this? You think I like hiding? I don’t! You’ve been seeking allies for some time, haven’t you? It’s been two years since my father’s murder and no one has flocked to join this fight! Even the Friends of Rose Neela have given up! We cannot go to war with the Glacians with just two people!” Chand yelled, feeling himself grow more and more angry as the minutes passed.

You are my Queen. You may consider it a tired argument, but just because you don’t like it doesn’t mean that it’s not true. Just because it’s not the answer you wish to hear does not mean it’s a bad idea.” Chand said.

I buried my father two years ago because he thought a revolution was a good idea. He left behind my mother and my sister, a wound that stays with them today. I don’t want to look up two years from now, and realize that I had to bury you as well.” he said.

I have worked hard to protect you as best I can. You call it too much, but it is my duty and it is the duty that I have devoted myself, too. My duty is Cherish, Obey, and Protect you, even from yourself. If I must choose one of the three to give allegiance to, I will choose Protect every single time and sleep well for it.” Chand told her.

I need to return to work. Thank you for lunch.” he said, turning to go.



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Re: If life was ever so easy
« Reply #14 on: Oct 05, 18, 01:07:02 AM »
Chand believed she should be happy with what she was given. That she should be grateful for her safety and the adoration of her people. He was right in that sense, it should have been all she wanted. In a perfect world she would have been content to tend to this village, perhaps receive a higher position in the district court, but otherwise be at peace with what she could provide. Only this was not a perfect world, and he could not begin to understand what it was like for her knowing that outside the boundaries of Guram Nharkavan’s suffered. Not Blood like him, but like her, those considered too weak and infertile in the eyes of the Darkness because some insane religion deemed it so. He could not understand that she wanted to fight, not because it thrilled her, but because all of this was beginning to feel more and more like a cage meant to shield her from the ugly of the world.  He was so afraid of losing her that he could not see her.

Neesia was done hiding, done being locked away. Nharkavans didn't get the luxury and his story, intended to strike caution in her heart only proved that point.

That and she was tired of the threat of a collar coming into conversation each time she tried to convince him to support her. More and more it was feeling like a scare tactic, her own worst fear used to keep her in submission. Worst part? She had done it to herself, the very thought of the brace around her throat made her stomach turn, so she needed no more reminders of it.

“I am sorry for your friend, but I'm well aware of the collar and what its meant for. I don't need reminding.”  Chand had been reluctant to receive Vinay and yet she had insisted he welcome his friend into their home, feed, and clothe him. Now she knew why. “I don't think you enjoy this, but you do enjoy reminding me why, how how none of this will work.”  He stepped close and she met his eyes, her delicate chin lifting. The discussion was getting heated, regardless of how cool she attempted to keep her tone. Chand yelled she she did her best not to flinch at the power behind his voice. He protected her, every day, every hour, every damn minute. Sometimes it felt like she could not get a breath in without his eyes wandering over to her. As suffocating as it could be, she knew it came from a good place, even if sometimes it made her feel completely inept.  Being near Chand was in itself a reward for her patience, but even then she needed time to extract herself from his side and delve into the world he seemed so intent to shield her from.

“You won't.” she repeated for what seemed like the hundredth time. Her head snapped back when he said he needed to protect her from herself, dark eyes flaring, brows knitted together. “Does how I sleep have any effect on your allegiances?” she asked incredulously. Is that why he always broke down her plans into the smallest parts, picking away at them because he wanted to protect her from -herself-?

She couldn't help but feel he was dismissing her again by extracting himself from the argument and that was enough to spark her temper. The lunch had been calm, even carefree, for a brief moment he had smiled openly at her and she loved how relaxed and at ease he was. For months and months she had only received glimpses of the man Chand was before...before the night of his first rut with her. Eventually the walls came back up, locking her out. He didn't understand her, he didn't want to, all he wanted to do was keep her safe no matter how she felt, or what she wanted. Even when it came to him.

I don't need you to protect me from myself what I need is your support Chand. That is all I've needed and wanted since day one!” Unwilling to allow him to just leave she moved forward, stalking after him past the dining room to the entryway. “I've done what you asked of me. I have sent letters to nameless sources instead of going myself, I have avoided contacting the Friends because you felt it was too dangerous. You think anyone will join a cause because they receive a card?” It was her turn to raise her voice.  I have done, what I could to respect your thoughts and ideas because I know how you get if I so much as hint at leaving you out. I'm getting more and more convinced that it wouldn't matter what I came up with, you would find fault in it, and me and everything I'm working so hard toward. Everything my father and yours worked hard toward.” Her arm thrust out, pointing at herself and then him at frustration. Why couldn't he be happy with what he had, why couldn't he just trust her? Neesia paused, loosening her jaw, her teeth sore from clenching. Was something missing in him that it seemed that very little could make him happy. Why would he keep pushing her away and why was she following in kind? It felt like she was losing him.  “Chand, do I tend to you the way you expected?”

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Re: If life was ever so easy
« Reply #15 on: Oct 05, 18, 09:22:35 PM »
Chand felt like they were always having the same arguments about the same thing. Deep down he’d always known that she couldn’t be just a Village Queen, blessing a few fields and otherwise being worshipped by her people. Neesia was a tigress, a woman on the move with a clear path that lead to greater things. Chand had never wanted anything more than to farm, take care of his family, maybe someday find a Queen who would allow him to serve her to the best of his ability. Everyone around him wanted more out of life, it seemed, and it caused him to constantly question whether or not he’d set his aims in life too low.

He stopped in his tracks, sensing Neesia’s growing upset at their discussion. When she moved to cut him off, Chand realized that they were really going to do this. They were really going to have this argument again right now, despite the number of times that they’d had it before. Was he the one with the problem, for seeking a simple life? Or was she the one with the issue, in needing a conflict to draw people to her side?

When she raised her voice at him, Chand’s attention focused on her, his eyes sharp and clear. He would never do her physical harm and the idea of hurting her with his words caused him physical pain. But when she accused him with finding fault in everything she and their fathers had worked to build, Chand nearly lost control of his mouth and his temper in a single go. After all, they could leave this house right now and go visit her father.

The same could not be said for his.

I feel like I’m the only one measuring the potential costs in anything we do, Neesia. You want to start a rebellion or take part in one. Nharkava has been ruled by Glacians for years. We haven’t found an effective counter to their power in all this time and you still want to do this. The Glacians are unified and they have not just the court here in their power, but the strength and power of a Gray Queen who holds three castes, Neesia. Three. Combined that with three males who wear the Ebon Gray and we are talk about power that even I can’t fathom. Do you get that? They stand as far beneath me in the Abyss as I stand beneath you.” Chand said, his tone quiet.

Those men killed my father. My father, who gambled on a plan that didn’t account for fanaticism. Three Ebon Grays and a Gray murdered a court full of people. They were holding back.” Chand said.

But if this is the path you wish to walk, then I cannot stop you. I promised to serve you and I will do that. You wish to find people to join this rebellion with you, I will support you. For both our sakes, Neesia, I hope that people are as capable of being inspired as you believe.” Chand said.

He was ready to let the matter go there, his anger already piqued, when her final question fell upon him like a great tree. For a moment, he just stared at her because it seemed such a strange thing to bring into this discussion when they could have talked about it at any other time. Chand’s head tilted in query while he processed her words.

Chand, do I tend to you the way you expected?

His answer surprised even him.

No, you don’t.” he said, realizing that it was true. She didn’t tend to him quite as he imagined. He’d never given much thought to finding his Queen. He certainly wasn’t thinking about it or expecting it on the day that it happened. Her presence and the sudden shift in his entire worldview left him lost for words. The sudden sensation of being filled up when he didn’t know just how empty he was rocked him to his core.

It’s different than I imagined. It’s better. Being bound to you is the greatest challenge I’ve ever faced. What I mean by that is that...you confound me. You make it hard for me to keep my mind organized for how much I just need to keep you safe. But I feel that this life is not enough for you. You want more and I...I think that what we have is good.” Chand said.

But you do not. So I will do what I can to help you find what you seek.

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Re: If life was ever so easy
« Reply #16 on: Dec 04, 18, 05:40:28 PM »
Was he making some grand sacrifice by doing what came so naturally for her? Nharkava was theirs, she felt it in her blood, the earth itself spoke to her in its own manner. This would not be so impressive to her had there been so few native Queens left. The Territory felt and mourned their loss, it suffered for it and when the soil dried, so did its people.

There were those who truly sacrificed, like Chand’s father. The man had given his life in a battle he knew he was incapable of winning, if only to scratch at some version of freedom. The Ebon Grays and the mad Queen who murdered them and her own family in turn was not fully able to wipe their memory clear from the hearts of those they left behind. Chand even more than a year after his father’s death mourned his loss, but it didn't feel like he could fully grasp the message that was left behind by it. Neesia had to believe there were others willing to fight and even die to see Nharkava free.

“So we sit and do nothing?”  It was a rhetorical question. No. He would spend the rest of his life moving her from place to place, perhaps even outside of their birth land as Glacia’s stranglehold changed everything they knew.  This wasn't a new argument, it felt like one that was destined to repeat itself time and time again until one of them broke. The promise to serve did not taste as sweet as it otherwise would have if he had truly felt this was the right thing to do. Neesia was beginning to lose hope that she would ever be able to convince him. It felt like he was simply committing to some unsavory chore, and that struck at the heart of her fear that he would have no other reason to be here had duty not called for it. She wouldn't be enough of a reason.

So she asked him the question kept her awake some nights, like a slithering snake in her sheets, she wasn't able to get comfortable until she was certain she could run it off.

“No, you don’t.”

Though she was still, her feet planted on the ground, it felt as though she had staggered and caught herself. Those first three words rang with so much truth that it was a punch to the gut, leaving her winded. The pain was instantaneous. Calming her breath she inhaled slowly, wading through the pause that seemed to last hours. The answer to that one question could unveil why it always felt as though he kept so much space between them or why she sensed she was a constant disappointment to him.

He continued and though she wasn't sure if his next words were meant to cushion what had been said, the snake had already sunk its fangs into her leg. Her bonded was content with how things were, a simple, uneventful life, perfectly safe and constant, while his Queen thought it a prison that needed escaping.  Her dark eyes fell once more to the button of his shirt mostly because she did not trust herself to meet his.  She did not tend to him perhaps the way he had hoped and she had an idea of why she felt short. They were so different, like oil and water, but sometimes they could mix. “None of that sounds, better.”  Being bound to her was a challenge, she frustrated him., but none of it spoke to the heart of why, despite her failings she was right for him. Blinking back, she felt the raw emotion scrape the back of her throat, bitter and stinging. Where she was prepared to go toe to toe with him one moment, she could not muster up that same bravado now. 

Reaching out, her fingers walked to the cuff of his wrist and lower still until she might have taken his hand and held onto him longer than a fleeting touch. In that moment it felt like a lifeline, the only thing that would keep her grounded if only to hold onto him. “Ill leave you to go do your duties.”  she said, untrusting her voice not to waver if she said more.  Releasing him before he could take her hand or even attempt to gather her in his arms if he wanted she stepped back and turned erected every mental or emotional wall she could before calmly slipping away past the doors that lead to the courtyard and up to their bedrooms.

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Re: If life was ever so easy
« Reply #17 on: Dec 04, 18, 09:36:57 PM »
Chand thought that, by granting her what she said she wanted, that he would end the strife between them. But even as he conceded to her desires, he sensed that it wouldn’t be enough. He did not want it. He did not want to want it, not as Neesia wanted him to want this service. Serving her and living in this house, living for her, was everything he wanted. Her companionship made him happy. But it did not make her happy. She belonged to Nharkava first and last, and his desires could not affect that.

All the same, the damage was done. Neesia was heartbroken. That much he felt in the bond between them. She turned and left him sitting there, unwilling to discuss it further. Perhaps they needed some time to themselves to think about everything. Chand saw no way to fix things at present, so he let her go. He stayed behind and cleaned up the kitchen, focusing his anger and upset into the task. By the time he finished, the kitchen was cleaner that it had been in some time. He was distantly proud of his work.

The next few days were, in a word, awful.

He and Neesia were out of sync. She was up before him or he was out and working before she woke. There was no way to know if they were intentionally missing each other or if they’d both just filled up their schedules to avoid the pain. Chand knew his own mind, but he didn’t know Neesia’s. He felt like he was always guessing, always failing to understand his Queen in the most basic of ways. He put his feelings of anger and disappointment into his work, slowly beautifying the house and the surrounding area. The house grew more stable, better defended. The landscape was reclaimed from the jungle, acre by acre.

Three days after their disagreement found a rainstorm threatening the jungle. The scent of petrichor and earth lifted Chand’s spirits, bringing a smile to his face. Drenched with sweat, he was glad for the breeze that whispered through the trees and grass of the jungle. Most of his improvements to the land were cosmetic, but he’d made sure to include the plants desired in Neesia’s garden. Many of them would bear fruit and vegetables at the harvest season, but he’d included other flowers and plants that he knew she enjoyed.

Finally, when he could stand it no longer, he marched into the house and located her, waiting until she acknowledged him. When she did, he greeted her with a bow.

I’d like you to come and look at the garden. If anything should change, I’d like to know so that I can make the necessary adjustments.” Chand said.

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Re: If life was ever so easy
« Reply #18 on: Dec 04, 18, 09:39:58 PM »
The house was quiet.  The type of lingering silence that whispered of strife and uneasiness. The first two days it felt as though her heart would burst. Thoughts raged through the conversation, always focusing back on his admission that she did not live up to his standards as his Queen. Something in her was lacking and that knowledge was shattering. He had agreed to help, to stand by her in silent protest, but that was not what she wanted, and she was not what he wanted. The more she thought about it, the more painful that realization became. The venom of it was virulent, feeding on itself until it was all that plagued her.

Melancholy that settled over her like a net felt inescapable. The more she struggled to think on other things, the more entangled in it she became. They moved about the house, not truly sharing the space even when they were in the same room. For the first two nights, Neesia enlisted the assistance of her housekeeper to bring her dinners to her room. The idea of sitting in quiet torment along Chand was too much and she didn't trust herself not to weep and show weakness that would only further prove his point. There was no anger, just a deep sense of loss that permeated the walls of her room no matter how she tried to shield her Psychic and emotional self from him.

He didn't seek her out but she could feel that something was wrong. Things weren't right and she perceived a strain in their bond that should not exist, only it had been there for some time now. There were few secrets between them, their bond would not allow it without pushing the issue.  Neesia settled on busying herself in her offices, writing letters to her father, auditing the villages financial records and making certain her calendars were set. With such a tiny Court, if barely one at all, at her disposal, most of that work fell on her. Not that it was particularly daunting, but repetitive nature of it at the very least kept her mind occupied for a short while. When she was not there she was on her balcony, tending to the passion flower vines that raced up the trellis.. They had grown this way for years and Neesia normally took joy in them. In the evenings she chose to sit on her once favorite bench by the window of the study. Since Chand’s arrival the cozy nook that was once her haven was replaced by a larger sitting area in the center of the room where they could lounge together and read. Both sat empty.

The weather was changing, the earth sparked with anticipation as it often did before the rains. It always did this, like a child eager for a feeding, quaking in their chair shouting in excitement.  That day she wore her hair up and pulled away from her neck and bounded in a twist held by two silver pins . Instead of her more casual and colorful lehengas which were her style she settled on a demure but muted pink sari that draped across her shoulders and concealed her slim waist behind a veil of sheer fabric. While lovely, in its simplicity and perfectly respectable, that was exactly what Neesia would have said was wrong with it.  Leaving her office she had just decided to fetch a glass of cool chai when Chand entered the room. Instead of walking past her and up to bathe, he lingered forcing her to glance up at him, hands settling on the center island of the kitchen.  Bowing she nodded once, squeezing a polite but distant smile from the corners of her mouth. Seeing him was a double edged sword, both sweet and painful.  He wanted her to view his work and she hesitated. The garden had taken up much of his time and he insisted on trimming back as much of the wild growth as he could. At first Neesia had been skeptical, she enjoyed the unkempt look, but she had to admit that he had several valid points for wishing to maintain the grounds, if not for appearances, security but also because it gave him satisfaction

“Of course.” she said after a moment and a sip of tea. It had been more than they had spoken.  Following him outdoors she folded her hands before her as he guided her to the gardens. For some time now the staff had tended it as best they could, Neesia was proud at what the small patch of land could yield, sticking to necessary produce that would last several seasons.  Now, the garden had taken new life, while being stripped at the same time. There were clean rows and several new plants.  Stepping forward she walked between the patches, admiring all the effort that had gone into organizing, and invigorating it. Even the large, ageless trees did not drown the sun out, their branches cut back to allow light. “This must have taken you so much time.”

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Re: If life was ever so easy
« Reply #19 on: Dec 04, 18, 09:42:13 PM »
They were both nervous, walking on eggshells with each other. Chand was just glad that she didn’t get angry at him for coming to see her. She agreed to take a look at his work and the Warlord Prince suddenly thought of ten other things that he should have done, but did not. He wanted take her hand and guide her out to the garden, but felt that it was too much just yet. The scent of the rain soothed him, just a little, as they stepped into the garden of her home. It wasn’t a palace, but Chand hoped that Neesia would rule from a true palace someday.

Neesia commented on the time invested and Chand nodded. “Yes, it did take time, but it was time well-spent. I think I’ve got whole area mapped out now. We could add on to the house, make some changes to the interior and create a space where your Court can meet, once you select them.” Chand said, offering his advice.

I don’t mean to suggest that your home is bad. It is a very good home. But you’re doing a lot of work for this village. You need a place to unwind. You need a place where you can conduct business.” Chand said, offering her a small smile.

You also need a larger kitchen, but that’s just my personal opinion.

Chand walked alongside her as they toured the garden. He liked the way it looked, but he hoped that Neesia would enjoy it as well.

Does this mean you like it? Is there anything else I can do to make it better?” he asked, feeling the first of several raindrops land on his shoulder. The heavens had not opened up just yet, but a crack of thunder signified that, perhaps, it wasn’t far off. 

Would you like me to escort you back inside?” he asked.


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Re: If life was ever so easy
« Reply #20 on: Dec 04, 18, 09:47:10 PM »
It wasn't just time, but effort that Chand put into the garden. It was only when he began to speak of renovations that she realized that the plot itself had been distanced some from the house without removing from the overall size of the garden. It just gave the plants more room to extend and even space to plant different vegetables that only after meeting Chand she had experimented with.

Gathering her skirt she knelt down by a row of tomato seedlings. They were in neat rows and stakes had already been put down to prepare for their rapid growth. Chand knew any vegetation in her care had the potential to sprout up ad grow wild if not kept in place. She couldn't help but consider their dynamic, and how she was so keen to rush off without heed of the dangers, while he kept her on a path. Without him she would crumble under the weight of her own ambition and he would have nothing to tend to. “You would have made a good farmer.”  She said, it was meant as a compliment, though she felt his calling exceeded such a simple life. This was what kept him happy, tending peacefully to a place of his own.  Caressing the velvet tops of the leaves she smiled gently to herself.

Looking up toward the house she considered when was the last time any extensions had been added. It was not the house she had been born in, but it was certainly the one she was raised in. The house itself was grand, but not so much so that it called any particular attention to itself. It was done that way by design, to keep the nosy from finding the Queen hidden within. As the village prospered and grew, so did the protection it offered, but the house hadn't changed. A space for herself and for a proper Court would be convenient. They could certainly afford the changes, and perhaps it might even allow Chand to claim some of the space for his own. “I know you don't. I could see that. The house has been needing an update. If you would like to do that, I can see that you meet with the contractors we use. A bigger kitchen would suit you.”  she said quietly, still not trusting her words, or when to know if there were too many of them. The melancholy still settled heavily on her shoulders, but it was a bearable weight when standing before all the beautiful changes Chand had made. The garden was still new, small in comparison to the wild mess from before, but she could see past the youth and see something so much greater.

Matching her steps, she felt his eyes draw over her from time to time, studying each reaction. Neesia realized that in her hesitance she must have seemed so detached. Standing once more she looked about thoughtfully and shook her head. “No, its perfection. You even planted the tomatoes you like so much. Thank you Chand.” A swell of emotion filled her breast, but she too kept that at bay. Looking at him she smiled softly, her almond shaped eyes holding his gaze for only a scant few seconds before lowering to his collar again. “I can see it growing into so much more.” Her hand instinctively rose to hook on the center of his shirt, but paused, falling away back down to her side before it could smooth the fabric of his shirt.

The cool kiss of water fell on her bare shoulder, glancing she watched as it ran playfully down the length of her arm. The rain would come, it gave them only so much warning. No wonder he had been in a more sociable mood, where showers brought with them gloom to some, for Chand it was an invigorating change. If left to his devices, he would revel in the rain. It was perhaps one of the most endearing things she found about him.

There was not much to celebrate though, and she would not bring his mood down if she could help it. There was a growing rift between them and Neesia either didn't know how, or was too afraid of what other revelations would emerge to do much about it. “You don't have to.” Truth was he didn't. The house was not far and he could watch her the entire time to make sure she made it in through the door. “Thank you for this. Its beautiful.”  Turning she made her way toward the house if he did not impede her movements. Neesia felt the kiss of water slide down the back of her shoulder and tap against the tops of her sandaled feet. She remembered when he first arrived. One moment they were speaking in the den and the next he was dragging her out by her hand into the shower and the laughter that followed the initial protests. They had danced with one another, splashing about like children.

She had never felt so care free. So alive.

Even shivering with cold, she had been warmed by his smile and the way Chand wrapped around her like a protective blanket. Those dances dwindled over time, as things become complicated between them. The rain fell but no one went out to play in it, at least not anymore.  A small puddle gathered in her palm until it overflowed. Neesia realized she had stopped, her hand raised before her as if taking some offering and watched the water pool between her fingertips while she considered the past. The rain became heavier, drenching her hair and shoulders if she were not to rush into the house that very instant. Why did things have to be so complicated? All she wanted was to go back to those days before the night that fear wedged itself between them, before she felt unwanted.  Lowering her hand she turned around to look toward the garden. It was such perfect timing after Chand’s hard work.  The plants would drink up all they could and become strong, nourished and protected by the barriers Chand put down.

Blinking water from her eyes, she looked to him, soaked, lean and watching.  “I still don't understand why you enjoy this.”  the sound she made was less of a chuckle than merely a punctuation. It wasn't a criticism, though she had playfully complained about this exact scenario in the past. Her feet felt rooted into the soft ground below, unsure of what to say and do, unsure if to stay or go. Moments like this brought Chand joy. She wanted that back, despite the hurt in her heart. Realizing she looked ridiculous, her hair waterlogged was slowly dragging against the tight twist behind her neck that kept it contained. The silks of her sari stuck to her frame as though they could be washed away. Lifting her arms and then dropping them back down in surrender she raised her head, meeting his eyes from a distance for the first time in days. 

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Re: If life was ever so easy
« Reply #21 on: Dec 04, 18, 09:49:15 PM »
Chand watched Neesia take in her new garden. A bit of the weight on his chest lifted as she expressed delight in it. He could feel how muted it was, however, based on the distance between them. She told him that he would have made a good farmer and Chand recognized it for the compliment that it was. He agreed with her, but not out of any sense of pride. Chand Nayar was a simple man before he met his Queen. His family line stretched backward, deep into Nharkava’s history despite no hint of Aristo blood among them. Ever since he was a boy, he’d only wanted to tend the land, take care of his family, and find his Queen. For Chand, there was no higher honor or purpose than taking care of the people who were his.

Mother Night had other plans for his existence.

A pious man, Chand had never considered being angry at Mother Night for upending his world by placing Neesia in it. He was, however, continually frustrated in his attempts to be that simple man while he stood at the side of someone bound to be so much more than he ever would be. That frustration had become anger and soured the bond between them. Neesia wanted to do better by their people. She couldn’t accept things the way they were. She couldn’t tolerate conceding the fight and moving somewhere remote to live out her days. She would fight for what she believed in until she couldn’t fight any longer.

Thank you, my lady. I mean that.” he said.

He watched her appraise and approve the rest of the garden, which turned into a discussion of fixing the house and making the kitchen larger, both things that he agreed with. He had ideas, a thousand ideas, for making this place the palace that she deserved. But that drew attention. Attention meant that someone, many someones, would find their way to here to her and then Chand would have to share her with the rest of Nharkava and the world. Or worse, that someone would come and try to take her away from him. Did the thunder echo the growl in his chest, or was it the reverse? He could not tolerate any harm coming to her and yet...he’d done most of that harm. Chand looked down at the ground and took a deep breath.

Rain fell. Cold, fat droplets pelted his skin, dotted his shirt, and wet his hair. He smiled, genuinely, and shook his head.

Rain cleanses everything, Neesia. No matter your problems or troubles, the rain can wash them away if you don’t hold them too closely. Rain can lead to the flood, too. But rain feeds the plants and the trees and makes it so that we can live in harmony with the jungle.” Chand said. Looking at her now, she looked several steps along the path to becoming a drowned rat. But where the rain fell hard, Chand also saw the curves of her body outlined for his searching eyes. He could never look at Neesia and see just a woman or just his Queen. He wanted her. He needed her and needed to be inside her as often as she allowed it.

He walked over to her. “My parents used to dance in the rain when I was little. They taught me to enjoy it, rather than fear it. That’s why I have to come out, no matter how vicious the storm. Where most see only danger, I see the happiness my parents passed to my sister and me. It’s the same happiness that I want to pass to my own children, someday.” Chand said, reaching out to push away a lock of wet and clingy hair.

I would have made a good farmer. But Mother Night has other plans for me. My pain has come from fighting against that. Eventually, I will have to share you with the world and I don’t want to, Neesia. You are mine. Mine.” he said, falling to his knees before her. He hugged her close, his beard brushing against her stomach as he laid his profile alongside.

For me, there is only you. For you, I will be one of many. It drives me mad, sometimes. But I hate this distance between us, the distance that I put there and I don’t know how to undo this.” he said.

If we’re too broken to continue, say so and I will escort you inside and never speak of this again. But if we are not…

He held her close and prayed that, perhaps, she had not given up on him.

If we’re not, say so. And I will choose you every day until the end of my life.” 


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Re: If life was ever so easy
« Reply #22 on: Dec 04, 18, 09:55:57 PM »
She felt silly, standing in the rain, her most modest sari now clinging to her skin. Careful attention was placed on her hair to make sure it was up and away from her eyes in such a proper fashion. It wasn't like her to be dressed so rigidly and it felt like all that effort was being washed away, exposing the truth beneath the veneer of a proper Lady.  Neesia had never pretended to be something she wasn't and now when she did, the forces that be wouldn't allow her to maintain the rouse. No matter what Chand saw through it and for a moment she feared the ugliness that he saw in her decisions was physically emerging before him.

Though she had tried to make light of the moment, the truth was she didn't know where she stood, or what was to come next. When Chand first came into her world, he brought with him the excitement of new beginnings, a companionship that could not be broken. He was someone who would never leave her.

Only in the last few months it felt as though they were being pulled apart and she mistakenly convinced herself that he did not want her, that his continuing disapproval outweighed the breath held in his chest when he held her or the patient smiles that both infuriated her as often as they made her laugh. Thick droplets of water rolled down his bladed hair, reaching the tips to just fall, continuing their descent to the ground. The rain never bothered him, in fact he reveled in its cleansing chill. When he spoke of its benefits like he had a hundred times before, he always smiled wistfully, reliving memories of a happier time with his family. That look was the only reason why Neesia had never tired of hearing that story. There was something needful in the way he inspected her now, not with guardedness but hopeless admiration.

Brushing her hair from her face, she followed his dark eyes, her lips drawn low at the corners. Chand had set a plan in his life, he wanted a family, his Queen. He wanted the things his father had given them and more, a home, but he found himself outside of that perfect image, not better, not worse than he expected, just different.  Her lips parted when he said she was his and dropped to his knees like he had the first night they met. The scruff of his beard tickled her naval through the sheer fabric of her sari. With a trembling breath her arms encircled the back of his neck, fingers tenderly combing through the long, moist strands to keep them from his eyes.  Her bonded held her her tightly as if by letting go one or both of them could be swept up by the incoming storm.

Touching him for the first time in days felt like taking a drink of cool water after being lost in the desert. The loss of that contact was exasperating.  “Chand...” she squeezed him, folding his arms tightly around her waist. Were they broken? If they were, was it irreparable? The thought of a world without him, without them together was impossible to fathom. A shaky breath hitched in her throat, his Queen releasing her hold on the misery she had felt in the last few days for fear of what it would do to their bond. For fear of letting him know. “There can never be anyone like you. You are not replaceable Chand. If I never bond to another in my entire life I won't mourn it because of you.” 

Slipping her fingers in his hair her hand clenched for a second. “We aren't broken, just bruised. I want to be all I can for you, but sometimes I feel that I am not enough, or not good enough for you. That you don't deserve to be forced to live with a Queen that doesn't fulfill you the way you wish. I'm young, Ive been closed in my entire life and I just want to be better. For a long time, I have felt that you just didn't want me and I don't know what to do with that so I only end up pulling away from you, to give you space without losing myself. I just wanted you to want me as much as I want you..”  It felt as if her heart would tear out of her chest. For a time she had felt so completely rejected by him. One moment they would be lost in one another, his hands on her skin, his lips so hungry and then it would just stop. His fear of hurting her was so great that he didn't realize that he was pulling away from her as well and the damage from that went both ways.  Without realizing it, they were both making the same mistakes. “You are my heart Chand, my conscience, mine. I need you.”

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Re: If life was ever so easy
« Reply #23 on: Dec 04, 18, 09:58:07 PM »
Neesia’s words resonated. Chand knew things were confusing between them, but he expected everything to work itself out as it always did. They had good times. They had hard times. But they always found a way back to each other, stronger than before. But where he’d seen only good and hard times, Neesia believed that he didn’t want her or need her in his life. She infuriated him, yes, but he had never not wanted her in his life.

He held her close and vowed that she would never feel that way again, so long as he lived.

Her fingers tangled in his hair and Chand’s breathing slowed as he savored this closeness, this embrace between them. Being touched by Neesia was joy, victory, and life all wrapped up into a single feeling and multiplied a hundredfold. How could she ever believe that she was nothing short of wonderful. Two years since they’d met and he’d failed to bring her the peace that she brought him. He’d failed in his duties, but that was the past. Each day they woke up together, it was a chance to fix things and make them better. They’d lost some time, but they had the rest of their lives. All they had to do was choose each other. All he had to do was choose her.

So he did.

Neesia, I’ve made mistakes. Lots of them. That stops now.” Chand said. He released her and stood, rising to his full height. He looked down at her. Her sari clung to her body. Beneath were the curves that he knew so well, the soft skin that always gave so easily beneath his fingers. Hurting her was the last thing that he wanted to do, but he’d only ever focused on the physical pain that he could cause. He never gave a single thought to the injuries he made on her heart, the bruises left on her soul. He’d pushed her away and called it virtue when it was anything but.

Let’s go inside. Rain will come another night. But your clothes are wet. We need to make sure that you don’t get ill if we’re going to look for people to help us. We’ll need to go over a few things.” Chand said, desire and hunger stirring inside him. He wouldn’t hurt her. He couldn’t hurt her if he kept his head, especially if she helped him. But he wanted more than to hold her. He wanted to claim her while he was in control his mind and his thoughts. He didn’t remember his Rut, the one where he focused upon her, but he wanted to remember tonight.

I need you. Please.

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Re: If life was ever so easy
« Reply #24 on: Dec 04, 18, 10:10:48 PM »
For years Neesia had felt as though she was incomplete. Life in the small village was predictable, her people loved her, her father took strides to protect her and surround her with a handful of subjects that would be loyal to the young Queen. Deta had watched her grow and Irma the house maid tended to Tanian when her mother could not. Her sister was lucky enough to know her mother for a short time, enough to remember small parts of the woman who died so unexpectedly.  Neesia was unfortunate enough to remember her own so vividly that those scars never seemed to heal. The only inheritance she received from her mother was a distrusting heart and a fear of tight spaces.

The only exception of course was when Chand held her. The first night they had met he had also fallen to his knees and held her with such intensity that it made the walls to the crypt seem as though they were closing in. Since then he had held her this way dozens of times and not once did she feel a need to escape. It was as if they could breathe together and it didn't matter how small the world became, as long as they clung to one another they would never drown.

Where she expected him to have one foot out the door, he feared for a day when another would come and he would be forced to share her. It dawned on her that perhaps she was projecting all her fears of abandonment and insecurities onto him. There was never a doubt in her mind that he only wanted the best for her, only, it was a best that suited him. Chand was overprotective but he would argue that he was just cautious enough and considering he had to deal with an escape artist for a Queen it seemed he was right.

The rains brought them a chill. Neesia shivered, but it was tolerable. This moment was too important to interrupt.  Wiping her fingers over her cheek her other hand rested on his arm as he stood to tall and lean before her.  “But you like the rain...”  she began, then stopped, silenced by the next words out of his mouth. It took her a second or two to process the realization, he didn't offer to help her, or to at least get out of her way, no, it was a statement, a compromise. Large almond shaped eyes looked up at him with astonishment. Really? They asked. “The rains will come again, but these seem extra special.” It had brought them together long enough to begin their healing. “You were right...the rain washes our troubles away. I don't want to hold them anymore Chand. I want our second, third, endless chances. “  Raising his hand to her cheek leaned into his touch. A soft smile pressed into the center of his palm, fingers lacing into it. “You owe me a dance.”  She could feel his desire, his scent shifting headily. “Lets go.” With that they huddled together, jogging toward the house. Already drenched it was a useless endeavor, but Neesia laughed softly the whole way.  The doors swung open to receive them. Taking several steps into the foyer she took out her hands. The air in the house was only slightly cooler than outdoors, but the contrast felt stark.

Running the fingers of her right hand back through her wet hair she turned back to her Chand, her bonded, the part of her soul that had been missing from the beginning.”Let me Touch you.” she said, promising the comfort only she could grant him but only as far as he would accept it.

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Re: If life was ever so easy
« Reply #25 on: Dec 04, 18, 10:21:16 PM »
She said that this rain was special and Chand smiled. It was the first rain of summer, the one that would set the tone for all to come. Those rains would make the jungle turn steaming and oppressive, but Chand was ready for it. Rain was the flood from heaven and it truly made the world new and alive again. Someday, he would show Neesia what he meant by that, taking her to the places where the land could use her touch in addition to what the rains had granted.

They jogged to the house, her laughter echoing in his ears along the way. Only now did he realize how seldom he’d heard it. He would hear it more. For now, though, they arrived in the foyer of the house. They were both soaking wet and dripping on the floor. Cleaning it up later would not be difficult, but somewhat time consuming Their clothes would need to be dried, but between the two of them, their Craft would make it easy. Neesia ran her hand through her hair. Chand watched, transfixed, as the simple act of keeping her hair out of her eyes made him want to take that hair in his hands and pull her close.

Yes, I want it. But...not down here. Can we go upstairs? I don’t want to just stand down here.” Chand said, hoping that she understood. He needed to feel her close against him, but the rains looked like they would continue for some time. Chad was glad that the garden would receive the water and nourishment it needed before Neesia’s next Gift. If everything went well, they’d have enough food to last through the winter.

He took her hand and lead her up the stairs. The creaked softly beneath their steps, a sound that silently annoyed Chand. The house had its creaks and issues, but Chand was focused on making it more of a home in addition to being her palace. They arrived at the top of the stairs and Chand realized that he hadn’t considered which room to bring her into.

Considering her comfort, he lead her to her room. He opened the door quietly and then stepped inside to ensure that the room was empty, scanning with both senses and jewels for intruders, hidden or otherwise. Finding none, Chand stepped aside to allow her to enter. He lit the witchlamp for her and then turned to face Neesia.

We need to get you out of those wet clothes so that you don’t catch a cold. You are somewhat helpless when you’re sick.” Chand teased.

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Re: If life was ever so easy
« Reply #26 on: Dec 04, 18, 10:24:17 PM »
They were making a mess of the house. With Deta gone on her errand and Irma making sure that Tanian and her father were comfortably set up back in their new home it would be up to them. If Irma came back to find water stains on the newly finished wood floors she would be irate.  Chand watched her closely. He was always studying her as if he took an eye off of her for a moment she would get into some sort of trouble.  But this was different, his game was absorbed, focused as if he was seeing her anew. Were it any other time she would make some self deprecating comment about her appearance, except  Chand didn't look at her like a man who saw any flaws. When he said he would want her touch, but not here she paused, confused. Her Touch was potent and any time she gifted him with her comfort he would melt under her hand, every worry or irritation disappearing into the ether. To have him deny it even for a second was uncharacteristic.

First his scent shifted, masculine, pungent, intoxicating, and then he begged her to come in from the rain, now this? Confused she nodded. He was being practical. Following him through the foyer, past the sitting room and up the stairs she took note of his steady strides. The way his hand enveloped hers, how warm his skin felt.  Once upstairs he had the choice to turn left for her quarters and right across the loft to his rooms which were directly across from one another.  Making his decision, he opted for her room. The inspection was brief, it was the same each night before she went to bed, Chand would make sure with absolute certainty that the house was secure. She could only imagine the horrible fate that would befall anyone who dared to trespass.  In fact she had seen it once, in the first days of his arrival to her village a young male whom she had known well made the mistake of surprising her with a hug. Before she could even react the poor man was thrown to the ground, Chand was on him like a tiger on prey. It took her cries and finally her pull on the bond to keep him from killing the boy. It was a close call which left his victim battered and bleeding. Ever since that day, her own people kept their distance, falling back to Protocol or risk angering her Warlord Prince.

No one who wanted to live would make that mistake again.  Stepping into her room she felt her stomach flutter with anticipation.  It could be nothing, it could be everything. Something had changed between them, she could feel he had made many decisions in a short period of time but she couldn't bring herself to assume what they were.

“I am not helpless. I am...expressive. It just means you will have to take care of me.” a tremor raced up her back as the chill set in. The fabric of her skirts were like ice, brushing against her legs.  If she needed to change she could do so well enough on her own, but Chand was standing there, waiting for something. Did he want her still? Could she bring herself to hope that this time would be different? “I don't want to push you into anything...” she said honestly. What if he stopped again? What if his fear outweighed his desire? What if she didn't try?Feeling suddenly bashful she took in a deep breath and turned, walking toward the edge of the dividing screen where she could change but stopping short before reaching it. Drawing her arms back, she unlaced the pasham that wrapped across her torso and slowly peeled it off from around herself. It was linked to her skirt which she would have to unpin. Taking her time she unfastened the silver needle there until it fell away from her full hips. Neesia was slender but curvaceous, with a narrow waist, broad hips and ample breasts. Where some women were slender reeds she was a tapestry of hills and valleys of honey. Taking in a deep breath she turned to face him, leaving the pale pink wrap of her top and sheer silks of her undergarment. Pulling the clips from her drenched hair she set it free, letting the dark ribbons drop against her shoulders and down her back, a few beads of rainwater caressing the curve of her breasts and stomach.

“I can accept if you cant...” I just can't understand it anymore.”Please...Chand.”   Taking a few steps closer to him she left the damp remnants of her sari to pool on the ground. Meeting his eyes she studied his face, the outline of his jaw, the way water collected against the hollow of his throat. If he didn't stop her she would begin to slowly unbutton his shirt.

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Re: If life was ever so easy
« Reply #27 on: Dec 04, 18, 10:25:10 PM »
Expressive, you say? Hmm. I suppose that’s a word for it.” Chand said, watching her quietly. The walls around them seemed too close, the room smaller than he expected for just the two of them. But that was in his peripheral. His eyes watched Neesia as she stepped toward the changing curtain. He stepped forward, unbidden, before remembering himself. She had not asked him to aid her. So he folded his hands behind his back and watched as she slowly undressed. Rather than assume that she was waiting for him to leave, Chand tried to pay attention only to the cues that she gave him, rather than what he thought she was saying.

Her clothing fell away and Chand saw those generous hips and her smooth skin. He did not move, but he hardened inside his trousers. She let down her hair and now Chand wanted to lie down beside her and just hold her close to him until they lost track of where one ended at the other began. Even more, he wanted to sheathe himself inside her and hear her call his name as she lost herself to the same hungers that threatened to devour him.

You’re not pushing me into anything, my lady.” Chand murmured, watching as she turned and moved closer to him. She began to undo his buttons and Chand didn’t move. His hands did, however, move from behind his back to hang loose at his sides. One button, then two, then three were undone. Beneath the damp clothing, Chand’s skin was damp. The flat plane of his stomach was visible as the fourth and fifth buttons came undone. Her eyes captured his own and he couldn't look away. He didn’t want to.

Tonight will be different, Neesia. As I said, I need you.” he said, letting her undo the last buttons, close to his navel. He shrugged out of the shirt and then reached for her, pulling her tight against him. His shaft was hard against her belly, straining against his trousers.

He helped her remove the rest of her clothing so that she was naked before him, exposed to him in full. They had not reached this point when they were both in control of their faculties. The moment was new and different and he took a moment to view her from head-to-toe. His breathing grew heavier, his mouth falling open.

He pulled her into a kiss, moaning softly as his hunger finally claimed the last shards of his control.

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Re: If life was ever so easy
« Reply #28 on: Dec 04, 18, 10:27:10 PM »
Though they had escaped the rain it felt as though she was slowly sinking into a pool of water. Every precious breath, calm but shallow collecting just at the surface. The events of the last week constricted against her bare skin, reminding her how it felt to be exposed within his gaze. Where her dark hair was more often full and wavy they now weighed heavily across her back and shoulders, the tips of ebony bunched together to needle tips, shedding thick droplets of water that raced across her golden skin. When Neesia turned she found him watching her as though nothing else in the room was of greater import. The desire she felt fell into the percussive rhythm of his own, it struck their bond like the drums of war. They approached growing louder, instilling a sense of anticipation, and even fear as it approached.  And still she hesitated, giving him an out when it was unnecessary, pushing whatever blame he may place away from himself were he to change his mind.

Words were like feathers, on their own, weightless but not inconsequential. She had heard them before. Listened, as he crooned his need for her, only to leave it unsated. It was painful. It had been enough to poison her with doubt. It was enough to make a part of her distrustful, not of him, but what could happen next. His choices had never been easy ones, often weighed by what was best for everyone but himself. If he could flip the world on his axis so she could enjoy one more hour of sunlight a day, he would. He would do anything for her, except hurt her and in doing so, he had done just that.  So a part of Neesia cautioned against false hope no matter how tempting he was  The proof of his hunger was not in what he said or even in the bulging fabrics that, for now, encased proof of his arousal but in the next few moments.  If today was truly meant to be different it would be.

Damp fabric peeled away from his skin. Soaked through hs shirt almost took on a translucence she found appealing. With the snap of each button she counted her breaths. One, two, his hands fell to his sides. Three...she watched his stomach tense as the cool air brushed against it.  Their eyes met, her lips parting, perhaps to give him another chance to take it back even while she prayed he wouldn't. The drums grew closer, beating into her chest, drowning out the sound of her heartbeat. By the time she helped him shed his shirt his hands were once again at work, enjoying the same privilege. The pink wrap came undone followed by the sheer string of her undergarments as they looped across her hip, catching at the cleft of her ass before falling in a curled mess on the ground.

“Don't you dare stop.”
  she warned, her voice a husky whisper. “Don't you dare.”   In that moment there was nothing else but Chand. His skin burned against her fingertips, the soft hairs on his chest kissed her hands as she reached for him. Chand reached for her, pulling his Queen up and into his frame, their bond igniting, the roar in her ears and the heat of his flesh were all she knew. Her hip pressed to his becoming suddenly acquainted with the very physical manifestation of his arousal. She could feel his cock strain against the fabric of his trousers. With a gasp, her arm fingers fell, fingers working at the buttons of his waistband while his mouth encased hers. She wanted him to need her until it hurt, to desire her in the way he had on the night of his rut. To give way to control and reason until there was nothing left but dissipation.  The knot came loose and with it her arms slid around him to drag the fabric roughly down over his hips and press to him. The tip of his engorged cock nestled between them, just over the button of her navel, her small palm pressing it against the flat of her stomach  so the slightest movement tugged and stroked the delicate flesh of his hardened shaft. Her other arm rose up the length of his arm, urging them tightly around her until she was up onto her toes. Parting the kiss for a second she drank in his scent, her eyes fluttering open and gave him her last challenge, before taking her plunge. ”Tell me I'm yours, then prove it to me.”

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Re: If life was ever so easy
« Reply #29 on: Dec 04, 18, 10:48:36 PM »
Chand’s heartbeat pounded in his ears as their lips met, their tongues warring for dominance between them. He needed her. He had to have her today or he’d lose his mind. While it wasn’t the same bone-deep, maddening need that forewarned of his Ruts. it consumed him from within. His hunger and desire threatened to consume him fully, setting his skin ablaze before devouring Neesia, this room, and this entire house in its wake. But even if the world burned around them, Chand was willing to become ashes as long as he could consume Neesia.

They’d come to this place before, so many times, that Chand sensed the hesitation in his Queen across their bond. How many times had he guided up the mountain, only to stop before they reached the summit? His hands pulled away her clothing, then roamed over her body. They moved over the curve of her ass, squeezing and groping as hard as he dared while his cock throbbed between them. She showed no fear of him, nor any worry at the damage or pain he could inflict. She’d endured his Rut; if there was any fear in her, he couldn’t find it.

She peeled off his shirt, demanding that he continue. Her hunger matched his own. That just spurred him on. Was it his skin growing hotter beneath his touch or was it hers? The blood in his head sounded like the ocean in his ears, but even that fell away as Neesia went for the waistband of his pants. He growled against her lips. He was so fucking hard it hurt and all he wanted was to sink himself inside her until he was sheathed in her cunt and never released. Joined so, he could keep his Queen safe from anything.

Neesia pulled his pants down and he helped her lower them the rest of the way. She pressed his shaft against her, He groaned as her movements caused her to stroke him. Did she intend that? He gasped at the sensation and bit her lower lip. He didn’t want her to talk. He didn’t want anymore words between them. Words were wind and he was beyond tired of air passing between them when all it did was make things tougher.

Tell me I’m yours, then prove it me.”

Mine.” he said, his grip on her ass almost painful. He walked her back to the bed, vanishing whatever clothing remained. With nothing else to separate her skin from his, Chand lowered Neesia to the bed as gently as he could, though it was clear that he only narrowly avoided throwing her down.

Now stop taking and let me fuck you.

He spread her legs in one motion and lowered his mouth to her nether lips His tongue flicked against that soft, warm passage several times before he parted her hood that covered her pearl. Chand’s tongue flicked against her pearl gently at first, but soon settled into a rhythm made of slow circles followed by long and deep strokes. He wanted to hear Neesia’s pleasure build, wanted to feel her fingers in his hair while he worked. He had much in store for her tonight, but for these moments, he just wanted hear her beg him to continue until she couldn’t speak anymore.

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Re: If life was ever so easy
« Reply #30 on: Dec 04, 18, 11:38:17 PM »
She’d lost count of how many times she had dreamed of him. There were nights where it was worse, when his face buried in her hair, the darkness enveloping them like a blanket, the stillness of her room lent all her thoughts to him. How his breath had tasted once before, hos she wished that vice like grip he held around her waist, tethering her to him could roam to places only delighted in her dreams. Those were the nights when they didn't want to leave each other’s side as rare and few as they were between. They were precious moments, carefully curated in her memory where she didn't feel the walls pressing against her back, where in his sleep they could be themselves.

Perhaps they had found another way to express it all the same.

Her heart skipped at every sound, the hiss of his breath, the throaty growl that set her skin ablaze with thousands of tiny burns. It consumed her, drawing her closer into him, threatening to devour her in ways she could only imagine Chand doing.

He did not remember the rut. The way he came unbidden, sweeping her up and into the wall, burying himself down to the hilt inside of her. Driving himself wild with each fevered thrust. It was a force of nature, like a dam that burst at the seams. There had been warnings, smaller irritations, but she realized she had ignored them, if only so she could truly have him, despite the danger. Chand had proven that a Warlord Prince’s lack of forbearance was a beautiful but painful thing to behold.

And yet, she wanted more, because she needed everything he could give her to truly feel as though she belonged.

Already she could feel his frustration at the trappings that kept them apart. He wanted her, and she delayed them with words even if they were of encouragement. Her fingers wrapped around the crown of his cock, so when he slid closer the flesh tugged back toward the base. Yes, it had been on purpose. His shaft throbbed teasingly against her palm, flush against the smooth, satin skin of her stomach.

Mine.

His hands tensed and she almost cried out. “Ahh..” There would be bruises come morning. The supple round of her ass dimpling red beneath his fingertips. Gasping, her heat skipped, her eyes finding his, even as he walked her back toward the bed, carefully to make sure she didn't trip. Each step carried his determination. She had asked him to prove it and gave him carte blanche to do so. At once she was on her back, one leg dangling off the edge of the plush cushion, the other raised. Unfazed by her nudity, she had a glimpse of his tall, lean mass before he pried her knees apart and buried his mouth against her pussy lips. Neesia shuddered, a breath caught hollowing the slit of her collar bones. Pushing herself up onto one hand her lips parted, brows knotted in surprise. Though she had felt him like this once before, it did not cease to amaze her. This time, it was different, his hunger was unrestrained, his tongue lashing at the swollen pearl of her sex, flicking it, sending electricity up every limb. “Darkness...I need you. ” she gaped, the word muddled against a moan, fingers slipped into his hair, hips rising softly off the bed she leaned back into the pillows, curling her shoulders up toward her ears. Her free hand rose, tucking beneath the swell of her breasts. “Chand. Fuck me. Oh...fu...”   Pinching her lip between her teeth, her eyes sought his over the plane of her stomach. Fingers curled in his hair, that sweet wetness growing with each lap of his agile tongue.


 

 

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