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Author Topic: Hold Me Close Till Morning Comes  (Read 149 times)

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Hold Me Close Till Morning Comes
« on: Feb 19, 18, 02:44:11 PM »
Elenor had been avoiding him, but that wasn’t an option any longer.

After the meeting with Fin, Judiah, Abaddon, and Lucky, the Queen had retreated from all of them. One by one, she had them sought out after that, the last of course being Abaddon, when her mind had ceased being able to survive intact under the pressure. The Black Widow Warlord Prince had come when called and helped protect her chalice from further harm. He had listened and they had spoken of many things, and in the end, he had encouraged her to seek Fin out at last.

The truth was, even if he hadn’t, she would have cracked soon.

Her fingers itched to touch his skin, and if she didn’t look into those gold eyes soon and know he was still here, still alive, still hers, the pain of it would be excruciating. She had planned to go talk to him the day or two after she and Abaddon had spoken, but Elenor had been too shaky at first to really leave her room, and had been unsure of what she would find if she did. Abaddon had said he would talk to Fin, tell him that her mind was delicate, that the pressure was getting to her. Would The Voice of her Clan be disappointed that the Queen he had put so many hopes in wasn’t as strong as he needed? Would her lover feel like she didn’t trust him, for not having shared her pain with him? No. She had to trust in her Bonded more, and part of that was not obsessing overreactions that they hadn’t even had yet. They needed to see each other and connect.

Except then, just as she was feeling steady enough for it, Izil showed up with his own problems, ones that Elenor had felt was right to help him solve, and still, this weighed on her. There were things she needed to speak to Fin about: the upcoming conference with the other Queens, the letter they had all gotten from the Mineborn, the Geiba Orphans and the hurt and anger she felt towards him for keeping that information from her attention, and, most pressing of all, his imminent departure. More than that though, she needed him.

She needed to be enveloped by his psychic scent and his arms and then...then maybe they could get to the shouting and the crying and the business of the Sabbah.

It was late at night. She left a note on Danyal’s desk telling her Master of the Guard she was going to Fin’s house, which, as it was in the same compound as the Queen’s Residence didn’t actually break his rule about Elenor always having a Green or Darker with her when she went anywhere and cloaked herself in the spells to make herself invisible.

Unseen, Elenor left her wing of the Residence and crossed the now familiar and silent ground. At the door to his house, however, she was stopped by a Sapphire shield. Elenor pressed her hand to the surface of it and used a drop of Opal power to psychically knock, and a moment later was able to pass through. At the door to his room, she stopped once more, to take a deep breath, then slipped inside. She shrugged off the shawl she had wrapped around her shoulders to ward off the bite of cold air, then her nightgown, and crossed to the bed, pulling back the covers and climbing in with a single quiet command. “Hold me.”

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Re: Hold Me Close Till Morning Comes
« Reply #1 on: Mar 07, 18, 11:59:44 PM »
The days since his meeting with everyone, announcing his decision to return to Askavi, had been filled with preparations and explanations. He’d finally told Amira and Shadya about his departure, to mixed reactions. Amira, his sweet Priestess, had a thousand questions for him about Askavi. Was it really filled with mountains and rolling valleys? Did he miss it at all? Was he worried about meeting Drakkar again? Fin answered all of those questions and more, the exchange of information strange yet soothing to the Warlord. Amira had always been the more thoughtful and forgiving of the pair. She was still afraid for his well-being, and she’d suggested that he not go. Eventually, though, she’d been swayed by her uncle’s explanation that he needed to go in order to prevent something worse from happening. Amira understood and said she would talk to Shadya about it.

His exchange with Shadya was both familiar and far less productive.

You are an idiot, Uncle Fin.” she said, before storming off. He hadn’t seen her in days.

She wasn’t the only person avoiding him.

He’d not seen Elenor since that night, despite the number of times he’d tarried in places she frequented just to catch a glimpse of her. He was the Voice of the Sabbah; at any point, he could go to her rooms and demand that she see him. They did not have to play a waiting game of who would crack first. But he also did not want to force her into speaking to him before she was ready. If she was avoiding him, it was because she had things to say, feelings to process and understand before she conveyed them. Elenor was used to running from the things that hurt her, putting miles and years between them until they could harm her no more. Fin understood the impulse but he’d tried to show her, over the past year, that confronting issues head-on lead to better outcomes, even when the initial results were painful.

She was learning, but she was not there yet. He prayed to the Darkness that he wasn’t undoing all of his work by leaving.

I put too much on her shoulders. I have been selfish.

Perhaps the Separatists are right. Maybe I have used her to further my ends without realizing it.


The worries and the questions chased themselves in his head, round and round, like Elenor’s evil fur-beast chased its tail. Fin sighed and left the work on his desk that evening, dispelling the Craft that would keep him awake for the rest of the night. He would leave Pruul soon for an unknown amount of time. He wanted to sleep in the deserts he’d come to love, remember their scents and sounds, before her returned to a land he barely knew filled with people who hated him.

He felt her brush against his mind, “knocking” before admitting herself to his room. Despite the tension and the sadness between them, his cock stirred beneath the sheets. He had fought his desire for his Queen for a year before finally giving in. Now, she was the drug he could not quit. He wanted her as often as she wanted him, maybe more. But if he’d lost her favor, he would live with that as well. It was his doing, after all, and he could not blame her if she felt that she couldn’t rely upon him.

She lifted the sheets and slid into bed beside him, but she needn’t have made her command. Fin was already re-orienting his body to make space for her, allowing her to tuckk herself in against him as his arms wrapped around her torso, followed by his wings. It was a dangerous place to be, for both of them. The last time they’d shared a bed, Fin had been happy to provide her with a bit of light activity to help her heal. If she asked it of him, he would do so again and again, until every wound in her soul and her heart was healed clean and safe.

You’re here.” he whispered, inhaling her scent. It almost burned his nostrils, the scent of her, and he wanted it to fill him from his tones, all the way to ends of his hair and the tips of his wings until he could take in no more. When he was gone, he would need it to remind him of her, of his home, and all he was leaving behind. His hand moved to rest on her flat stomach and he idly wondered about--

No. He would not.

Your pain has been like the blade of a dagger resting in my heart, Elenor. I hurt you. I never meant for that to happen.” Fin said.

Is there anything I can do to make it stop?” he asked softly, crushing her close against him.



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Re: Hold Me Close Till Morning Comes
« Reply #2 on: Mar 08, 18, 12:00:38 AM »
She could sense the tension in him even before she touched his skin. Elenor could smell it in the air, could hear it in the way the air left his lungs as the bed dipped under her weight, and feel it in the way his arms surrounded her and pulled her close as if it were she, not Fin, who was leaving. She sighed, though really it was a half-sob of relief and of pain, as he enveloped her in his larger body. This was where she had yearned to be all this time, but it was also nearly unbearable to be this close and to know that soon she would not be.

“I’m sorry it took so long. I wanted to come sooner but… I couldn’t.” She entwined her fingers with his, then brought the back of his hand up to her lips. “I was angry at you, and I didn’t want to come in anger. I didn’t want to fight and I certainly didn’t want to add to your worries, not when you’re facing…” Elenor trailed off, closing her eyes against the fears that wanted to swallow her up and breathing the way she had been practicing with Abaddon.

“You’re right, I’ve been hurting, and I won’t lie and say that part of the reason was not you, but don’t take all the blame, Fin. This whole situation… it’s pulling open wounds that were there long before I knew you.” She turned in his arms, needing to see his face. Pushing a few strands of black hair away from his brow, Elenor studied him, memorizing every line and curve and shadow, lest she forget a single on in the months to come. “Fin, I can’t stop you from going. I want to, but it would not be fair to the Sabbah for me do it. You’re right to leave and as much as I am certain it’s not what you want to do, I’m proud of you for facing it. But know that I will miss you every single hour you are gone.”

She reached up to kiss his brow, then pulled back and pressed her forehead against his shoulder, letting out a long sigh. “There are things we need to talk about, but first…” she let her words fade, let her hand press against the skin of his chest, right over her heart, and let the tight leash on her own nature loosen. As she had been practicing with Lucky and with her Court, she reached forward with her Touch, letting warmth and calm flow from her into him, and back through the Bond. Into that, she wove a touch of her the deeper, Emotional Healing Craft that she had never felt confident enough to try to use with him. She could feel the places that hurt, even though the why was not always clear. It was not what Abaddon had done to her, not a clearing and reordering of thoughts, but rather the soothing of a heart that had suffered.

“I want to know that you’re alright when you leave, that your mind is clear and that you don’t spend the whole time there worrying about what’s happening here. You’ll need to be focused. Let Abaddon and Lucky watch your back and promise me that you will not take any unnecessary risks. Promise me that if it is within your power, you will come home.”

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Re: Hold Me Close Till Morning Comes
« Reply #3 on: Mar 08, 18, 12:02:24 AM »
Her suffering might as well have been etched in stone and smashed over his head, so real did it feel to him. He could not tell where his worries and doubts ended and her own fear and pain began. It was strange to him, to feel this way about his Queen and a bond so new. He’d spent over a thousand years living without her. Not once had he mourned his freedom. He never mourned the idea that a Queen, his Queen, could be out in the world, suffering without his support. It never even occurred to him to feel that way. Now, lying here beside the Queen who was his, given his leash to hold by the Darkness, the only thing Fin al-Sabbah could think about was how much he’d rather lose his wings than be separated from her.

But if he didn’t go, Drakkar would come to Pruul someday and take her.

And he would hurt her first.

You have a right to your anger. I have...I have been unfair to you, Elenor. I made myself the arbiter of what you could and could not handle. I dragged you into my life and my Clan without regard for the live you’d lived beforehand. I was so focused on what I needed that I lost sight of my purpose. To serve you. To take care of you.

I’ve demanded much of you, but the return hasn’t been equal. For that, I am sorry.


He sighed.

You could order me to stay. You could pull my leash and demand it and I would not be able to stop you. There was a part of me, briefly, that wanted you to do just that. But you wouldn’t. You are a good Queen and a good person, despite everything you tell yourself to the contrary.” Fin said, giving her a knowing look. He returned her kiss, but kissed the bridge of her nose, right between her eyes.

Pruul is my home, Elenor. You are my home. So my thoughts will be here every second of every day. But if I don’t do this, Drakkar will come, someday when we least expect it. He’d kill every member of the Sabbah just to spite me. If I was fortunate, he’d kill me right after.” Fin said.

He sighed.

That’s why I have to kill him, Elenor. I have to go to Askavi and end his life. Not just for the Sabbah, but for...for Abbadon and Lucky. And you. And Judiah.” he said, whispering against her skin.

You, Lucky, and Abbadon are fortunate that were not alive during the Great War. If there is anything I envy Matin, Bashir, and the others for...it’s that. I would never want any of you to know what it’s like, fighting to stay alive against people who desire nothing more than your submission or your death.” he said.

I know Drakkar. He would rebuild Askavi’s war machine at the first opportunity and restart the Great War. Centuries later and no one is really prepared for war to break out again.

He fell silent when Elenor touched him, letting her Craft flow through him. He’d done horrible things to people he didn’t even know, just because he’d deemed them unworthy when compared against Askavi’s glory. He’d taken lives by the score for bragging rights or to impress his teachers as he perfected their deadly maneuvers. He’d ended lives to impress his father and Drakkar, to prove to them that he deserved the title of “Blood Seeker”.

He would never forgive himself for that kind of barbarism. He would never allow himself to forget the things he’d done. Someone had to remember and the dead could not speak for themselves.

That’s why I have to go, Elenor. And I have to kill him. I won’t risk myself without cause and I’ll come back if I can.

But I can’t promise you that it won’t cost me my life to do so. Still, I would die a thousand times to see you and the Sabbah live.




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Re: Hold Me Close Till Morning Comes
« Reply #4 on: Mar 08, 18, 12:03:00 AM »
He held her and whispered words of apology against her skin. A week ago Elenor would have brushed those apologies off, would have tried to find a way to blame herself for the situation, but these past days had aged her and forced her to change or be consumed. So she let him apologize and bit her tongue because she wanted to stand up and yell at him about the Geiba orphans when he apologized for restricting her access to information, but it was not the time for that. Still, his apology required a response, or it would just be yet another weight between them, in a space where there should be none.

“I need the truth from now on, Fin. All of it, even if it’s uncomfortable or you think it will hurt me. I will be hurt regardless, so stop trying to protect me. It’s only tripping me up and making me question every truth I believe in. It’s making me question you, and I can’t have that. I don’t want that, do you understand me, Fin al-Sabbah?”

She poked a finger into his chest with the last words, just in case they had not driven the point home sufficiently. Her sten expression faded to a sadder one when he said he wished she had told him to stay. His lips on the bridge of her nose brought a smile to her lips though. “I’ve been working on that, with Abaddon’s help. You are right, the reasons to go are good. You’re protecting Clan Sabbah, and I will not fault you for that, but that doesn’t mean I’m not worried for you.”

She shivered at the certainty in his tone as he spoke of Drakkar, and what he would do to Clan Sabbah if Fin did not go to Askavi. Then he said he planned to kill him. The air chilled around her, as he continued talking, and she did not interrupt him. When he finally finished she let out a shaking breath. “If you think this man will one day start another war, then you’re right, he needs to die, but are you sure you are the one who has to do it? I’m sure he has other enemies, and we need you alive. Judiah needs you alive, the Sabbah need you, and I… I don’t know if I can take the loss, Fin. You’re the only one of my Bonded that won’t die in a matter of decades. If you go too… I’ll be alone again, and…” She pressed her face into his neck, shoulders shaking with anxiety. She took a breath, then another, and looked up into his eyes, begging him wordlessly to understand what that would mean for her. What he meant to her.

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Re: Hold Me Close Till Morning Comes
« Reply #5 on: Mar 08, 18, 12:06:22 AM »
Fin listened. His duty was to protect his Queen, to honor and cherish her above all others. How did he balance that against her need to know? The past year had given him deep insight into Elenor’s heart. She fought for the people that she claimed as her own. She was passionate about protecting their welfare and happiness, even at the cost of her own. Knowing of the Geiba children so early in her teaching would have drowned her beneath the weight of a guilt she did not deserve. Many felt otherwise, content to sit on their lofty perches and blame Clan Sabbah for all that was wrong in Pruul. Fin knew differently, but it was the province of the young to ignore wisdom due to arrogance.

He did not want to expose Elenor to that before she was ready, lest she run again.

He could have trusted her more.

My only intent is to protect you and help you be the best Queen possible. I wanted to prepare you before you learned everything else. I knew you would have questions that were not easily or cleanly answered. Instead, outsiders saw fit to involve themselves in Clan Sabbah’s affairs.” Fin said, a dangerous edge to his voice.

There will be a price for that, but not this day.” Fin said.

Elenor spoke again in reference to Drakkar and something she said caught his attention.

...are you sure you’re the one who has to do it?

It was a question he’d asked himself many times since speaking with Kaderian. Why did he need to do this? Why not? Could he not wait until Clan Sabbah was on more solid footing before returning to Askavi? Even Amira had asked him that and the question plagued his days and nights ever since. Fin sighed and nodded.

Yes, my love. It has to be me.” Fin said, running his fingers through her hair.

Drakkar was my father’s favorite student. He selected Drakkar from the Hunting Camps and brought him into the Blood Seekers before the start of the war. He was the son my father always wanted. By the time I arrived, I practically knew him as my older brother. My father made nearly no distinction. I knew his wife and his daughter. My father made Drakkar his second-in-command, which I’d always hoped to be.

I was always trying to impress them, to earn their favor.
” Fin said.

He shifted, letting his wings cover her a bit more to keep away the cold and just keep her here with him.

In the end, Drakkar ended up being twice the son that I could have ever been. When I left Hayll and deserted the Blood Seekers, I let my father believe that I was dead.” Fin said.

I never reached out to let them know that I was alive and well. I never told my mother that her son did not die. When he found me here, he…” Fin paused, looking away from her. For the first time in century, Fin al-Sabbah felt his eyes moisten with tears. He’d not cried since Farrah died, so long ago. He would not cry now, either. But it amazed him that he still had tears available for all the problems he’d caused through his actions.

An enraged Warlord Prince is terrifying, Elenor. But an enraged Eyrien Warlord Prince, one lost to the Killing Edge...that was when I knew that I’d brought down Hell upon Clan Sabbah. I fought my father to the death. He wouldn’t be swayed. I wouldn’t back down. I used every tactic, every bit of strategy I possessed.

I lost.
” Fin said.

He’d never acknowledged it aloud, losing to his father. He’d won a thousand fights before that day. He’d won a thousand fights since. But that day, he’d been found wanting.

He drove his sword into my guts. That’s where this comes from.” Fin said, placing Elenor’s hand atop the ragged-looking scar just below his sternum. A killing blow, surely, if there was one.

I remember the cold spreading through my body. I remember thinking that he was going to leave my body on the sand and then kill everyone. Farrah, my wife. Her father, Kamal, the Voice of the Sabbah back then. All of the elders who’d told them to turn me away because I was one of the warmongers who’d shattered the peace of Pruul. An outsider with hands drenched in blood.” Fin said.

That’s why the separatists and their arguments about us never bother me. I’ve heard them many, many times, my lady. I always have. We always will.” he told her.

And deep down, I know that they are right about me. They were right about who I was. They are right about who I am. I’m a killer, Elenor, no matter how much honor I accumulate or how much control I exhibit, it’s...it’s like a man who cannot stop drinking booze. Just one wrong look, or one wrong word, and I’d open Zhaleh’s throat and spill her water all over the desert. If Matin interfered, I’d do the same.” Fin said.

Because that’s who I am, Elenor. I am yours, now and until the day I return to the Darkness. But when I return to Askavi, I can’t be yours. I have to be Tavar Andros, son of Velar, founder of the Blood Seekers. When I do that, there’s no guarantee that I can put him behind me again.” Fin said.

He pulled her, then, into a deep kiss, filled with need, with hunger, with want for her. He couldn’t extinguish that anymore than he could extinguish his whole life. When the kiss broke, Fin spoke softly.

I need you to forgive me if I don’t come back. Even more than that...I need you to forgive me if I do.



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Re: Hold Me Close Till Morning Comes
« Reply #6 on: Mar 08, 18, 12:06:43 AM »
His explanation about why he did not give her all the information she needed was so… Fin. He was trying to protect her, trying not to overburden her. Elenor couldn’t even blame him, not after seeing that crack in her chalice and feeling the overwhelming panic and fragility that came with it. Still, even though she could understand why he took the actions he did, it did not mean she was alright with them. “There will be no Price, Fin. Vera had no reason to think I did not know about this already because I should have.” Her tone was firm, her hand on his shoulder tightening in warning that if he tried to push this blame onto anyone else, he would feel the sting of her rage. “I’m not interested in punishing anyone for this, do you understand me. I’m angry at you, and Matin, and most of my Court, but I am not going to waste energy on making you all miserable. I’m going to use that energy to solve the problem instead, just like I plan to solve every problem the Sabbah face. I’m not interested in pointing fingers and playing games, that’s Zhaleh’s way. Just...don’t do it again. Your inaction, and through it mine, hurt people in my care. I expect that never to happen again.”

And that was all there was to say on the matter because a more pressing one faced them.

“Yes, my love. It has to be me.” He said, his fingers trailing through her hair and eyes so sad. The story he told she had heard in little bits and pieces before, but now those shards were woven together to paint the life of the man who lay beside her. She saw the glitter in his eyes, those unshed tears that Elenor wanted to tell him to let go of. It would be good for him to cry, to cleanse his heart of this pain. But she did not, just held him close as she listened. At least until he drew her hand down to the scar. She had seen it before, of course, had trailed her lips over it more than once, but she had purposely tried not to think about it.

Now though, she couldn’t help it. Her fingers dug into his skin, breath-stopping altogether as she squeezed her eyes shut. He had lost, and she had nearly lost him, centuries before they even met. The memory of another Eyrian her heart yearned for flashed behind her closed eyelids, a gaping wound in his belly, his blood covering nearly every inch of her skin by the end… She could taste bile at the back of her throat, old fear mixing with new. “You said Drakkar was the son your father always wanted, that he was a fighter trained by him, and who, I must assume, has maintained that training. What makes you think you’ll win this time?” She didn’t want to shatter his confidence, but she had to ask. “Tell me you have a plan, beloved. Tell me you have talked to Abaddon and Lucky, that you will use every tool in your arsenal and leave that over-abundant sense of honor you have at the door. Please, tell me that.” She begged, clinging to him as if he might be taken from her if she let go.

She did not loosen her grip as he continued, heart hammering against her ribs. “You might be a killer, but that is not all you are. Do not let yourself believe that, do you understand me?” Still, her heart ached with fear as well as frustration. Fear for another bonded and the animosity between them. She might dislike Matin, and without a doubt, it was at least partially his fault that she had nearly fallen into the Twisted Kindgom, but he, too, was hers. A piece of her: vital and dynamic and hers to protect. Elenor just hoped it would never be her place to step between them, because if it came to that, she would, and would have to put her entire faith in the certainty that neither hated the other enough to walk over Elenor’s corpse to see that hatred sated.

Her eyes bored into his at those ominous words, “I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, Fin. I wish you saw in yourself the man Judiah loves so much. It feels like you’re surrendering to this as if everything good in your life is something you do not deserve, and that... that breaks my fucking heart. Yes, you are a killer, it is a part of you as much as your wings are, and yet you did walk away from the war. Never let the guilt of what came before invalidate that choice. You did it before and you will do it again. I will not allow myself to believe any differently.” Her voice cracked, whole body aching for him. When he kissed her, the ferocity of it snapped something inside her, something feral and wild that she had been fighting to keep in check all this time. The part of her that knew only that he was hers and the world was trying to take him from her. Her fingers scrabbled against his skin, tangling in his hair, pulling him against her as a possessive snarl was ripped from her throat.

“I don’t care who comes back. Fin or Tavar, you are mine! Do you understand that?! I do not forgive you. You don’t need my forgiveness. You will do what you need to do and you will come back to me. What I will give you is permission. Be whatever you need to be,” how could she, of all people, blame him for having more than one face? She had worn so many; sometimes, she had been no one at all. “Do what you need to do. I trust you, and if the way for you to survive this is to leave Fin behind in these dunes, then I will guard that part of your soul until your return. Tavar Andros doesn’t scare me, because you are wrong. He is mine, and I am his.”

And with that, her lips found his again.

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« Reply #7 on: Mar 08, 18, 12:08:25 AM »
What makes you think you’ll win this time?

He wanted to tell her that he would win because an Eyrien warrior has only two choices in every battle that he enters: win or die. He wanted to tell her that he would win because he had to, because the fate of Terreille was on the line. Terreille would never know, or care, what he was giving away to stop his father’s protege from someday rebuilding the war machine that conquered it piece by piece nearly ten centuries ago. The short-lived could not fathom what many of them had avoided; the long-lived did not like to think about such things.

I have to, Elenor. I don’t know how yet, but I have to. I will let Abbadon and Lucky watch my back, though it is against my instinct to drag them into this. Especially Abbadon. He does not deserve what this conflict wil do to him. He does not deserve the choices that it will force him to make.” Fin said, looking at Elenor as she dug her nails into his skin and pulled herself closer to him. If he could pull her into his body and keep her safe inside his heart, quite literally, he’d do it.

He was quiet for a moment.

Drakkar Estaroth is Abbadon’s father, Elenor. I doubt that Drakkar knows it. Something happened thirty years ago, in Raej. I investigated it during my one my absences from the Clan.” Fin said, inhaling deeply, then exhaling.

They are too much alike. Both utterly convinced of their strength and unwilling to let anyone dissuade them. It is the thing I love and despise about both of them.” he said, running his fingers through her hair. She said that he deserved his life and the good things he’d earned. Until this moment, Fin hadn’t believed it. Or he hadn’t been willing to. He still remembered the day he walked away from the war after killing the men in his squadron. He felt the pain in his ribs, the stab wound that he’d taken in that fight. It was a wonder that he’d made it out of Draega and over the mountains to crash-land in Pruul. It was a wonder that he wasn’t eaten by the sandworms in his first days, let alone his first months in the desert. Every time he was meant to die, he had lived. Mother Night had other plans for him, it seemed.

She’d used him hard over the centuries. Did she have more in store for him?

I will fight to come back to you, Elenor. To you, to Judiah, and to the Sabbah. You have my word.” Fin said. She said that she did not fear Tavar Andros and Fin shook his head. She could say that because she did not have the benefit of knowing him. He’d tried to bury that part of himself over the course of three centuries, casting him away to be Fin al-Sabbah of Clan Sabbah. But Tavar walked in his shadow, the constant whisper at the edge of his mind that demanded he give into his desire to settle his grievances and problems with a blade.

He returned her kiss, then, eager to stop talking and thinking. Forget about tomorrow. Forget about a few days from now. Forget about everything that wasn’t her mouth, her skin, or her body. His fingers tangled in her hair and he pushed her down onto her back, eager to remind himself why he needed to return to his Queen. He vanished his pants and his vest and lost himself to her.



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Re: Hold Me Close Till Morning Comes
« Reply #8 on: Mar 08, 18, 12:08:38 AM »
“I have to, Elenor. I don’t know how yet, but I have to.”

The certainty in those words both made her heart heavy with worry and filled it with pride. This, this, was her Bonded, this man willing to brave the odds of killing an Eyrian ruler in his own home, to stop the world from falling again into the shadow of Askavi. Yet the one things his words did not do was reassure her in any way. Her frown of worry only deepened as he revealed to her the truth of Abaddon’s father.

He was Drakkar’s son.

She shivered. Abaddon was a friend, possibly her most trusted, as he had literally shuffled through her mind, and yet suddenly the edge of him, the violence below the surface that he had spoken of, became ominous. Not of the Black Widow. Fin had taught him well and she was sure he would never turn on his mentor for the father he didn’t know, but if he had gotten that intensity and potential for destruction through his sire’s blood…

What must Drakkar be like…

Well, she supposed she would find out. She felt dirty, even now, keeping so huge a truth from Fin after all her words on honesty, but she knew that one of the stops along the path to save the mines would be right into the path of his sworn enemy, and if Fin knew what she might have to do…

Would he stop her, or would he aid her?

She had to tell him. Sometime tonight, she had to...

Her mind snapped away from her own worries and focused back on Fin a moment later.

“I will fight to come back to you, Elenor. To you, to Judiah, and to the Sabbah. You have my word.”

“Thank you,” she murmured, “fight with everything you’ve got, and know that I am with you, always.” She meant it. Elenor knew, somehow, that she would be. There was no distance in the physical world that could rust away the strength of the bond between them. He would be out of range of her body, of her mind, but then man beside her would never truly be pasted from her.

His lips on her were the fire she craved, setting her alight down to her toes. Her hands ran over his shoulders, the back of his neck, fingers locking in his hair as she pressed herself against him fully, back arching off the bed even as he came to rest on top of her, unwilling to abide a single second when he was not touching her fully. She gasped as his clothes vanished and every glorious inch of him was hers to explore and to sample. Her hips pressed up, grinding against him, a begging whine escaping her throat, a request to put aside gentility and just take her and make her his the way he yearned for. He had been so gentle, so careful with her body and the fragile mind behind it, but right now Elenor neither needed or wanted that. She wanted visceral, feral, pure, to remind her that he was here, that just because he left didn’t mean he had never existed. She needed to have him before she let him go.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, lips breaking their kiss to kiss down his neck, teeth nipping at the skin above his thrumming pulse. 

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Re: Hold Me Close Till Morning Comes
« Reply #9 on: Mar 08, 18, 12:09:54 AM »
Elenor’s body clung to his, grinding against him, her legs wrapping around his waist. He was no young man, barely in his first century, with a need to sheathe himself and spill into a woman. But Fin wanted Elenor’s body, wanted to leave marks that she would remember after he was gone. So when that whine escaped her throat, Fin’s mouth moved to her neck, kissing and nipping her at her skin as she’d done to him. He nipped her neck, her throat, her shoulder, biting the last harder than he had before.

He sheathed himself inside of her on instinct alone.

He gasped as he felt himself slide into her core and reach the end of her, her name a whisper between them. He kissed her hard then, his hips slamming into her and trapping her answering moan between their lips. He did it again and again again, feeling her body answer his. Her fingertips grasped his shoulder blades. One hand brushed against his wings where they attached to his back. The sensation felt like it hardened him more than even the last time they’d fucked. Raising Elenor’s right leg to his shoulder, Fin groaned at the sensation that the change in depth gave him. He paused, golden eyes looking down at his Queen. He said nothing, simply marveling at her beauty and the way she’d submitted to him.

And then he fucked her senseless.

Part of him believed, on some level, that making love to his Queen required a certain respect and restraint that he didn’t owe to other women. Elenor had never asked him for it, but Fin had granted to her all the same. The idea that Matin, or Bashir, or even Lucky might someday have his Queen this way made his hips piston harder, the sharp crack of flesh against flesh echoing in the room between them. She screamed her pleasure aloud and Fin didn’t bother shielding the room. Let them hear their Queen’s pleasure. Let her throat be raw from screaming in the morning. If Fin had his way, it would not be the last time tonight they heard her, nor would screaming be the sole reason that she spoke in low tones for the next day or so.

At some point, Fin brought her other leg up to his shoulder and his hips rolled faster still. The sound of his flesh against hers was like the old cadences from the war camps, meant to unify the minds and movements of hundreds into a single, unified force.

Now, it united Fin and Elenor in their shared pleasure.



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Re: Hold Me Close Till Morning Comes
« Reply #10 on: Mar 08, 18, 12:10:37 AM »
He seemed to understand her mood, her need to have him inside her and possess her without delay. Elenor was ready for him, slick with desire. She had been from the moment she slipped into his bed because, damn his wings, even when she had been angry at him she had still missed him, still yearned for the passion that existed between them. She hissed in pain as his teeth bit down on her shoulder, then moaned as he pushed himself into her to the hilt.

HIs lips caught hers again just as he started moving, pounding into her with a strength and intensity he never had before. Her tongue tangled with his, mouth demanding, forceful, as if to say, yes, just like that. Now more. Elenor’s hands found purchase at the base of his wings, and the growl of pleasure she got from him was enough to spur her on, to caress and trail her nails along those glorious wings she loved so much.

He pulled first one, then both of her legs up to his shoulders, the angle deeper and it didn’t take long for Elenor to find her first earth-shattering release. Only there was no pause, no chance to recover before his relentless pace was driving her up again, and again, and, oh, sweet Darkness, once more.

Whole body shaking, she growled and, using a bit of Craft to assist her, pushed him onto his back, enjoying the frustrated growl and buck of his hips when she slipped off of him. Needing a moment, but far, far from done with him, Elenor kissed her way down his neck, then his chest, stopping for a moment at ever scar to thank the Darkness with a kiss that it had not taken Fin from her, until she was kneeling between his legs.

She wrapped the fingers of one hand around the base of his cock, the other bracing her weight as her lips closed upon the tip. She could taste herself on him as she slid him further into her mouth, fingers tightening around the base when she could take no more. She set a slow rhythm at first as she got her bearings, still fairly novice at this, but his moans of pleasure spurred her on, tongue circling the tip of his cock between each thrust, eyes rising to meet his.

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Re: Hold Me Close Till Morning Comes
« Reply #11 on: Mar 08, 18, 12:11:55 AM »
Fin let her push him onto his back, eager to see what his Queen could do with her hunger. She’d already climaxed for him, but Fin would have spent the whole night seeking her release as many times as he could, had she allowed it. Instead, she took control of their lovemaking and it was the Eyrien’s turn to discover just what she’d learned in her lessons with Judiah. The feel of her lips on his neck heated his skin, already slicked. She kissed his scars and Fin groaned, finding that more arousing than nearly anything else she could have done in that moment.

His scars were badges of honor. That was what he’d been taught centuries ago when he earned the first of many. To have his Queen honor those hard lessons, those times when death failed to take him, only made him want her more.

She grasped his cock and Fin rasped his pleasure with a Yes... that echoed in the room. Her mouth was warm and wet, earning a hiss of pleasure. She took him in further and Fin’s hands reached up to grasp her hair and aid her, pushing himself just a bit deeper into her mouth each time. That slow rhythm drove him mad as it felt like an eternity that she held him fast in her hand. She circled her tongue around the head of his cock and Fin growled once more, fingers tightening in the sheets of the bed. His gaze was fixed on the ceiling for a time, but then he looked down just to see her head bob up and down upon his shaft. Only when he did, his golden eyes met hers, connecting them completely in that moment.

*Mine. Always, always, always mine.*

Fin enjoyed her ministrations for several minutes before  his hips pushed upward into her mouth, his thrusts meeting each downward bob of her head. He pushed deeper into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, and Fin’s eyes rolled back.

His Queen had learned her lessons well.



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Re: Hold Me Close Till Morning Comes
« Reply #12 on: Mar 08, 18, 12:12:27 AM »
His enjoyment of her mouth spurred Elenor to keep going, keep taking more of him as directed by the fingers tightening in her hair and his hips pressing up to meet her. Each time his cock touched the back of throat it felt as if she couldn't breathe, inducing a momentary twinge of pain and panic that, unexpectedly, made her squirm and moan around him, eyes closing to enjoy the sensation. A whimper of need escaped her as he pushed a little further still, her hands tightening in the bed sheet and on his thigh.

When her jaw started to ache and her need to have him sheathed in her again grew too great to stand, she let go of his cock with a last kiss, then crawled up his body until she could capture his lips, her kiss near-violent with need before gasping as she sank once more into his spear, inner walls clenching around him in pleasure.

Given that Fin couldn't possibly be comfortable with his wings pinned under him that way, Elenor sat up and pulled Fin up with her, lips never leaving his. Her hips rolled against his, her pace fast and demanding, fingers tangling in his hair, running over his skin, stroking the base of his wings.

*Yours,* she responded, not a whisper but a command. A command for him to remember, to never forget what he was leaving behind and what would be waiting for him when he returned. *Always yours*

She captured his bottom lip between her teeth, tasting blood as she bit him, tasting the connection, their bond and his body her whole world in this moment.

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Re: Hold Me Close Till Morning Comes
« Reply #13 on: Mar 08, 18, 12:13:41 AM »
Fin moaned against Elenor’s mouth as her hips rolled against him. He slapped her ass, demanding that she move faster, let him sink deeper inside her. Fucking her mouth was good, but loved being inside her and claiming her cunt as his. She was literally made for him and it was the one truth that neither of them could escape. Despite the gulf between them in age, the distances between where they’d started their lives and where they’d been since, they’d come together in Pruul against all odds. His hand fisted in her hair, tilting her head back to expose her neck and throat to him.

With blood on his lips, Fin kissed his Queen’s throat. His lips left a blood trail on her skin that moved downward toward her chest. His mouth captured one hardened nipple in his mouth and he sucked at her breast, teeth biting into the soft flesh there with a moan.

*Fuck me.*

It was need, desire, demand, and hunger all rolled into a single command in Fin’s mental voice. He slapped her ass again, the crack of flesh on flesh loud in their room. He wanted to feel her cum on his cock again. He needed feel her silken walls milk him dry as she came undone.

*Do you see, Elenor? We just needed a little light activity to work out our differences.*

He pulled away from her breast, kissing the space between them and slowing her down. When she stopped, Fin kissed her hard, then rolled over and laid her on her back. Fin withdrew and moved backward, away from her, to the edge of the bed. Now he channeled his Seduction Craft, waves of Sapphire power racing across Elenor’s skin everywhere that their skin touched. The sensations of those connections heightened fivefold as Fin separated her legs.

His mouth devoured her cunt, tongue lapping up every drop of her that he could take. His tongue then searched for her pearl, flicking against it softly at first. But his mouth grew hungrier, more insistent; soon enough, Fin had his hands on Elenor’s hips. He held her in place while he took his pleasure, seeking his Queen’s climax in this way before he gave her his spear yet again.

When the Sabbah returned to the desert and he was long gone, his Queen would remember this night and ache for him.

He would ensure it.



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Re: Hold Me Close Till Morning Comes
« Reply #14 on: Mar 08, 18, 12:14:23 AM »
Elenor’s breath hissed out of her in a startled gasp the first time his hand connected hard with her ass, but the sting of pain was only momentary, and only served to heighten the pleasure building within her was she rode him. His lips reached her breast, and once more a sharp bite of pain mixed with the delicious feeling of his cock buried deep inside her and all she could do was obey his command, though she couldn’t help but let a snort of laughter at his poke at her choice of words the first time they had spent a morning in bed alone together. Her laughter was cut short by an irritated growl as Fin pulled her to a stop only a hair’s breadth away from coming.

Every inch of her body screamed it’s disappointment as he withdrew from her, but then..oh, Mother Night… Elenor had never felt anything like it. It was like a fire setting her flesh alight with heightened pleasure. Even the touch of the sheets to her back had her arching off the bed, hips squirming and breath coming in shallow, ragged pants. He nudged her legs open and she spread them without hesitation, hips pressing upward, wanting, no, needing him. Like a drowning man needs air, her body screamed for his touch, and when it came, even the first brush of his tongue was enough to bring her over the edge, world shattering and reforming around Fin. Yet it wasn’t over. He kept at it, not letting her do anything but moan and scream and struggle, but not to get away. No, she never wanted to be anywhere but here. In this moment, she could not have even remembered her own name, let alone the troubles of the Sabbah, not with his tongue and Craft driving her mad.

She was crying, not tears of grief but of frustrated need, of surrender. I’ll do anything they said, even though she could not have found the coherence to from words in that moment, Anything if you’ll just fuck me, they said.

All of a sudden she was being drawn towards the edge of the bed, then flipped onto her belly. She rose up on tiptoes, ass pressing back towards him, loud whimpers and moans in place of words until his hand fisted in her long hair and he slammed into her from behind, drawing his name from her lips in a scream that was half-muffled by the mattress.

Elenor could no more have touched the sun than deny him anything right now. With every powerful thrust, she pushed back towards him with a rhythmic thud and slap of flesh on flesh, each moan and scream and grunt and whimper adding to the music of their joining. It was a music that would doubtlessly stick in her mind only to play over and over again. She'd hear it tomorrow when she could hardly walk, and in the months when they would be apart, as she remembered him and this night, and make her want him even though he would be gone.

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Re: Hold Me Close Till Morning Comes
« Reply #15 on: Mar 08, 18, 12:15:32 AM »
Fin loved watching Elenor push back against him. He loved the sound of their flesh and her screams as they brought each other pleasure. She screamed his name and Fin’s smile, though she could not see it, was self-satisfied. Everything Judiah taught him was his to use in this moment and Elenor loved every second of it. He would remember this in Askavi. It was likely that no woman there would have an interest in him, deserter that he was. It did not matter. He would have these memories to sustain him when the nights grew long and he was homesick to return to Pruul.

Provided that Drakkar didn’t murder him outright.

He rode her hard that evening and when they both finally climaxed, Fin emptied himself into his Queen and collapsed beside her, arms and wings wrapped around her possessively. Voice hoarse from screaming her name, Fin was quiet for a time while he caught his breath. It occurred to him that he and Elenor enjoyed treating each other roughly during sex. Both of them bled now, the scent soaking gently into the bed sheets. How far would they go next time? His bond-brothers would know that they’d been unkind to each other tonight, even if she could walk correctly in the morning.

He kissed her shoulder and whispered in her ear.

Damn, woman. You’ve been paying attention, have you?” Fin asked, complimenting her prowess. Months ago, she’d been terrified of having him this close to her. She’d never have taken the initiative the way she had tonight. Her time with Judiah had done wonders. The others were not prepared for Elenor’s hunger, he knew. He almost envied them.

Almost, but not quite.

I will miss this, you know. Holding you like this.” he said.

I don’t want you to spend your time worrying while I’m gone. I want you to enjoy seeing the sights of Pruul and the Migration. You will love it, I think. I want to hear all about it when I return, so do not forget anything.” he said.



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« Reply #16 on: Mar 08, 18, 12:17:15 AM »
WARNINGS: TALKS ABOUT SELF HARM


Elenor wasn’t exactly sure how she got from where she had lain after that last, phenomenal orgasm, to lying wrapped up in Fin’s arms and wings. She had been momentarily too dazed to make sense of anything, but his scent -even with the fresh blood in the air- was soothing and Elenor closed her eyes to just breathe it in.

A blush spread across her cheeks as he complimented her, and she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, unsure how to respond. “Ah...thanks. I’ve been trying and...it felt easier tonight, less…” She struggled, then, unable to find a quick or elegant way to recover from her bumbling speech, finished. “Abaddon has been helping me...with my mind.” She added in a hurry when she felt him tense, realizing how he had probably interpreted that sentence. “I asked for help and he’s answered…” She took a big breath, then confessed, “my Chalice had a crack in it. Not a break, but I was fragile and there was just too much...he’s helping to fix that, to shore up my mind, and I’ve felt much more at ease since we began.” For which she was grateful. To be able to share her body with Fin without the fear and panic she had fist felt, and that had continued to linger long after they should have, had been beyond wonderful.

She stretched in his arms, wincing as she tensed her thighs, then smiling. “I liked that...all of it. Even the parts that hurt a bit. It stung but it left me clear and happy and it wasn’t…” She looked away from his face, scared to admit what she was about to, but not wanting any lingering secrets between them. Abaddon was right, there was simply no good place for them. “In the past and...more recently, I’ve tended to find pain for all the wrong reasons. I...hurt myself, sometimes, when the pain inside gets bad enough that only pain outside can dull it...This seems...healthier.”

When he said he would miss holding her like this, Elenor nuzzled against his neck, fitting herself against him as tightly as she could. “I’ll miss this too. I never feel as safe as I do in your arms, Fin.”

Elenor pulled back a bit though, when he tasked her to enjoy the migration of the Sabbah, she swallowed past the lump of fear in her throat and opened her mouth once. The attempt failed, so she tried once more. “Fin...The Sabbah are going north then circling around back to Onn but my Court and I have a bit of a different destination after Dar-el-Salaam.”

It all came pouring out of her then, all the things she had not told him, or whose pieces she had never connected for him. She told him about researching mining methods and combining that research with her own made-up spells and experience to work out a new way to mine salt, one that required no slaves and that would not only produce salt, but make water, the most precious commodity in Pruul. Then she spoke of how she had gotten Izil to agree to try it, how one of the Northern mines was already testing her method and was proving successful. She spoke of how she worried about the Mineborn closing down the mines and launching Pruul into an economic collapse, and of putting Bashir into her Second Circle instead of her first so that he could go and learn from Izil and be his and Elenor’s go-between so that Zhaleh wouldn’t sniff about and notice her interest in the mines. She went on to explain how she had decided to allow Matin to remain as First Escort even though he regularly made her hurt, so that Zhaleh’s focus would be on Elenor, on all the insecurities that would become apparent to a First Escort, and how to push them towards the breaking point. “I gambled that I could take it, and I lost. I found out about the Geiba children and it all crumpled. That’s when I called Abaddon.”

Then she prepared for the next part. “So once I visit Aquetus and get the last bits of data, I’ll be going to find us the water we need for the conversion. I’ve been sending letters out almost from day one, just making contact with people within our borders and outside. Between research here and my own memories, I’ve identified a handful of suitable sources of undrinkable water that will serve our purposes well so,” she said, and then added all in a rush, “a team from my Court and I will be going to Dena Nehele, Hayll and Dhemlan negotiating for water access, and if anything goes wrong on our last stop I might have to come to Askavi because the southern mines are where everyone is going to be looking and if I can’t prove that this method works, then I don’t think I’ll get another shot before someone comes for my head.”

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« Reply #17 on: Mar 08, 18, 12:18:38 AM »
Fin, to his credit, did not respond until she was done speaking. He didn’t want to upset Elenor by cutting her off to admonish her, though it was clear that he wanted to. He also wanted to hear everything before he weighed in on what she said. He’d asked her to lead the Sabbah into the future. He’d asked her to do so because, while Fin had been Sabbah for centuries, he’d learned about the clan long before it had changed. There were generations of Sabbah would consider him a hide-bound traditionalist in the same vein as Zhaeleh at best, while others would call him a dangerous throwback to another time when the Sabbah were not as powerful, based on their interpretation.

Fin needed someone who could show them another path.

He was clearly unhappy at the talk of damage to her chalice and how she’d hurt herself to dull her own pain. His heart broke for her, for Fin knew he’d been part of that pain. He pulled her close to him, covering her with one of his wings while he collected his thoughts. For a moment, he considered not going to Askavi. If Elenor could relapse, Fin couldn’t leave her. But he saw the thought for what it was: a way out of his own situation. Using Elenor to alter his choice was cowardly. He would not do it.

Abbadon had aided her. She would have his bond-brothers to support her. While he did not trust Matin and he had reservations about Bashir, he knew that both males would serve Elenor to the best of their ability. If they did not, she would correct them.

Fin would make extra preparations in the meantime, but he had to trust the people she trusted until they proved unworthy.

That is over, Elenor. You will not hurt yourself any longer.” he said.

I want to leave here knowing that I can count on you to be here when I return. You asked me to do what I need to in order to come home to you. I am begging you to do the same, Elenor.” he said softly, kissing the top of her head.

I knew that your meetings with Izil were about business, but not like this. For a time, I believed that he was yours. I am glad that he is not, though.” Fin said.

Anyone who comes for your head will lose theirs. I will see to that. But...Sabbah will take this business regarding the mines seriously. If this method works, I support it. The Salt Mines as a form of punishment must end. The things that Prince Omid found are...horrifying. Before you leave Onn, I’d like you to speak with him.” Fin said.

But I would deeply prefer that you did not go to Dena Nehele. Or Askavi. They are dangerous places and in need of Queens. I don’t want anyone getting the idea that kidnapping you is a viable plan. I cannot forbid you, but I will state my personal preference now.” Fin said.

Be careful and let your escorts do their jobs, even if it costs their lives. I know that you don’t want anyone dying for you or spilling blood in your name without cause. But if it comes down to you and a foreign attacker, you are more important. You are the Queen of the Sabbah.

Let us treat you as you deserve.
” Fin said.



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Re: Hold Me Close Till Morning Comes
« Reply #18 on: Mar 08, 18, 12:20:38 AM »
Elenor’s breath caught at his firm command that her time with self-harm was over. “I doubt I won’t have moments where I’m tempted, but I am and will continue to fight it.” She promised, and meant it, though the Queen really did have very real concerns as to her ability to stop herself from slipping back in times of crisis, even with everything she had been growing to understand about it. “But I promise that I’ll do my utmost to stay alive, for you, my other bonded, and the Sabbah. I don’t want to die. Sometimes my mind is my enemy, but when it got too bad to stand I chose to call Abbadon instead of giving into it.”

She let her hands trail lightly over his chest, her skin pale against his, “no, Izil is not mine. He is my friend, though. I knew him even before coming to Pruul, did you know that? We saved a Shaladoran Landen village from flooding. In all the years alone, he was the only person I ever met who both realized that I was a Queen and aided me without asking for anything in return. He’s a good man, not a perfect one, but under all his masks he is softer than expected.” No one had really understood her life and choices as much as he had when they talked. That day in Shaldor had peeled everything else away from both of them leaving only a simple truth but one they could trust: that when it came down to it, both were willing to drop every mask and illusion to help those who could not help themselves..

Would he really take the head of anyone who came for hers? Yes. Fin was a warrior, a dangerous man to the base of his being. She was his Queen and she had enemies who had hurt her who he had not been allowed to hurt back. Next time, heads would fly and there was likely little she could do to prevent that, even if she wanted to. So she didn’t push or ask him not to, because doing so would be asking him not to be him. Elenor could not do that.

“I’ll speak to Prince Omid if you think it wise. I admit I’ve been down to the archives and have looked through many of the documents he has organized. It’s helped with some of the components to the mine conversion. I really do think it will work, but I doubt that will stop people from opposing it just on principle. If they come to bring me before the Council I won’t resist because I'm not doing anything illegal, but if they come at me to try to kill or depose me just because they don’t agree with what I’m doing then if you aren’t available I’ll let Luc loose on them.” A Sapphire Warlord Prince without any ties to Pruul other than Elenor was a formidable weapon and shield.

She frowned as he requested that she not go to Dena Nehele or Askavi. “I...want to yield to your wishes, but I cannot. We need the water in Dena Nehele and another source in either Dhemlan or Askavi…”

She gulped, then, “I know they are dangerous Territories, Fin. I was raised to rule Dena Nehele and ran away only to almost be sold to Askavi a few days later. They were...my nightmares, since I was an eight-year girl alone in the jungles of Shalador. I don’t want to go to either of them but I want to help the Sabbah even more than that and… my family is buried in Dena Nehele and I think… I think I have to see their graves at last. I need some closure to that chapter of my life.” She lowered her eyes from his so that he might not see the shine of unshed tears in them. “I also think going to Askavi, if it happens, will… I’ve been so terrified of that land for so long. I’ve been running from that band of Eyrians who tried to buy me for nearly two hundred years, even though they’re all dead. I must stop running if I want to really dig in and rule.”

His request though was a fair one, and with a heavy heart she finished, “but I will not take unnecessary risks, and I will let my escorts protect me. It goes against every ounce of my nature, but I will allow it for the Sabbah and for you.”

She kissed him on the lips, sweet and loving. “I would do nearly anything for you.”

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Re: Hold Me Close Till Morning Comes
« Reply #19 on: Mar 12, 18, 11:16:29 PM »
Fin did not like that Elenor did not immediately agree to stay away from Dena Nehele and Askavi. It bothered him, deep down, that she would go to places where she’d been in danger for the sake of water for a plan that they couldn’t be certain would work. He liked even less that he wouldn’t be here to see to every facet of her safety. Perhaps he needed to have a frank discussion with his bond-brothers about keeping Elenor safe and making sure that she didn’t give in to her more reckless impulses while he was gone. The conversation wouldn’t go over well, but if he had to balance their feelings against Elenor’s safety, their egos would lose every single time.

You may not even receive an audience in Askavi. They might send you away, if you’re fortunate. If you’re not, they might harm someone in your entourage. Dena Nehele is even less of a certainty. They kill Queens there, Elenor. They. Kill. Queens.” Fin said, enunciating every word for her. She wasn’t stupid, but Fin needed her to understand the danger that lay ahead if she continued down this path.

You did not survive your Trials just to die for pride. Take every precaution. Surround yourself with people you trust implicitly. And watch your back at all times. The separatists will seek any excuse they can find to discredit you. Don’t give it to them.” Fin said.

He shifted in the bed and drew her close when she kissed him, committing the taste of her mouth to memory. He feared for her, his pale Queen, but he could not shelter her for the rest of her days without destroying what he’d come to love about her. When she decided upon a course of action, she followed it. She lead with her heart and she wasn’t afraid to challenge anyone’s perception of her, no matter their station. Those traits endeared her to him but would get her killed by others if she wasn’t careful.

And still, he relented because if he continued fighting her, he would devalue her as a Queen.

I will trust you to know your limits and obey them. I have faith in you, Elenor Lirion al-Sabbah. I always will.” Fin said.

Now you should rest. The night is young. And I get the feeling that you’ll wish you’d gotten more sleep tomorrow, if we keep going as we are.” he grinned.




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Re: Hold Me Close Till Morning Comes
« Reply #20 on: Mar 13, 18, 03:26:49 AM »
Elenor grimaced at the warnings Fin gave, not because they weren’t appreciated, but because she had been trying very hard not to think about the details of the difficulties she would face in Dena Nehele, and again if she had to go to Askavi. She had gone over every detail of Dena Nehele with Danyal, her Master of the Guard, and had already been lectured about the dangers… dangers neither of these men knew half as well as she did. Elenor had crossed into and out of her birth territory dozens of times over the years and had always listened to news from there. She had avoided it altogether when the Queen-killings started, though from what she understood that tendency was being kept at least partially in check by the current Territory Queen.

She did not envy the woman her job and was quite happy to have avoided that fate. Better the most villainous Clan in the history of Pruul than the complete mess of murder and secrets that plagued Pruul’s northern neighbor. “I know they kill Queens, Fin, but I swear that they will not kill me. I plan to live and succeed if nothing else to see the look of complete rage and indignation on Zhaleh’s face when she realizes she wasn’t able to stop me.” She said, with a wry grin. The grin faded as he cautioned her not to die for the sake of pride.

Her eyes lowered. “That’s a valid warning and not underserved. I do have a tendency to think I can do everything myself, but I am planning on moving with a team this time. All my Bonded other than you and Shaharokh will be with me in Dena Nehele, and I’m still hoping that Askavi will not become a necessity. If it is, I swear I’ll ask for safe passage at the border before taking a single step into the Territory or letting my escorts do so.”

With a sigh she nuzzled against his chest, arms tightening around his waist. “The separatists discrediting me? Fin, I’m not worried about that anymore. The only power they have is the power my fear gives them. They got to me in my home, they poisoned me and dragged me out to the desert and tried to rape and break me. They didn’t succeed but they infected me with so much fear. I was so convinced that there would never be a safe place again where they could not get to me, but that’s the wrong lesson to have learned. That night, Bashir saved me, then you got me through my virgin night and in doing so secured my power and allowed me to take my Trials. Even Matin breaking my arm gave me the opportunity and the spark of rage that pushed me to form my Court. Every time they have tried to bring me down, one of my Bonded has stepped up. I don’t know if I believe in Mother Night or that the Darkness has a plan and isn’t just the lie we tell ourselves to get through the worst that life has to throw at us, but I owe it to you and the rest of my Bonded to stop letting fear stall me. I’m not going to stop panicking, overreacting, doubting myself and chattering to cover awkward silences, because that’s who I’ve always been, but I’m done letting Zhaleh and her people dictate my life, my choices, or the way I run my Clan.”

There was a fierceness Elenor hardly recognized in her voice as she said the last, pulling back to look Fin straight in the eyes. “And the only way I can do that is to stop distrusting and shutting out the people I’m closest to. So no, I don’t want to rest, because for a little while you’re still here. I want to leave here tomorrow morning knowing that we have no secrets between us. I want you to be able to leave for Askavi sure that your Queen loves you and your people still need you. We’ve wasted so much time already, Fin. I spent a whole year scared that if I said or did the wrong thing, that I’d somehow lose you. I had already lost two bonded and I couldn’t do that again. I was willing to put up with the pain of keeping you at arm’s length to avoid the agony of loving you and having to give you up, but that was wrong. Yes, you leaving hurts, but not nearly as much as my own regrets for every minute I did not spend with you and every secret I kept.”

Her fingers trailed through his hair as she finished, “I don’t care if it’s for the rest of my life or just until dawn: you are mine and I am yours. I don’t need sleep when I have that truth to sustain me.”

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Re: Hold Me Close Till Morning Comes
« Reply #21 on: Mar 19, 18, 11:21:16 PM »
Fin would never stop worrying about his Queen, especially now that he was leaving for Askavi. But he reminded himself once more than he was trusting Elenor to rule her Court and protect herself as she’d protect any of her males or the rest of the Sabbah. He wouldn’t try browbeating her into submission, nor would he attempt to manipulate her. He reminded himself of all of this over and over again for several minutes, wings twitching anxiously until they stilled and he finally calmed himself down enough to truly think through everything, If she could make her idea work, it would be a boon to the Sabbah and to Pruul.

He took her right and lifted it to his lips, kissing the pads of her fingertips while she spoke. When she was done speaking, Fin nodded in agreement. His Queen had decided and he would have to live with that decision, come what may. Only now, he felt himself hardening beneath the sheets once more. It seemed that he’d not yet had his fill of her, despite their furious coupling earlier. They’d been making up for their sadness and anger with each other during that time.

The feel of her skin against his was electric. She was warm and alive and as hungry for him as he was for her. His hand moved down, between her thighs, and found her wet for him once again. She ran her fingers through his hair, so Fin kissed her once more and then pushed her to her back. He entered her in a single motion, his eyes closing at the feeling of her around his cock.

You are mine and I am yours. For tonight and every night to come, no matter where we are.” Fin said.

And he spent the rest of the night making it so.