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Author Topic: If life was ever so easy  (Read 302 times)

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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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