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Post by libellule on May 21, 2012 0:32:00 GMT -6
She lost a sense of time in that clearing, speaking of rumors and lost treasures. The aeon beauty spoke to her stilled unborn son about her adventures, her family, and her past mistakes. Ballads and legends she cooed to him, reveling in the peace she felt and the warding of negative energy. Her eyes were closed most of the time, opening to reveal a beautiful blue tint about her dark irises. She had lost herself to the hum of Focus and its electric, soothing caress that glistened across her frame.
“Baelli,” she hummed with a voice so fragile, beautiful and soft. She felt the magic of the ancient clearing shudder against the rise of her power and its intertwining within this place. The reborn aeon extended an arm to the sky from where she sat, receiving the sun’s warmth, her mother’s warmth, while the other lay over her heart. “Nothing I can say can encompass all that you have given me. Words of thanks and gratitude can do nothing to show the amount I truly feel the need to send you. They say a mother’s love is one that cannot be defeated or matched, perhaps I will be the daughter that will be able to give the same amount of love right back.”
Danalli’s outstretched forearm glinted in the enchanting light she’d summoned. Her gold encrusted tattooed runes created a sweet buzz against her skin. Her blue infested optics fell from the sky to her divine tattoo. Eerily Danalli felt the world fade away as she brought her decorated arm down to her. But instead of her surroundings darkening they only grew brighter… Lighter.
The newly remade immortal always regarded her goddess with a certain choice of words. They were always formal and never under false pretenses or demands. Her words were always grateful and loving. She could think of no other way to talk or regard someone that gave her a second breath without consequence.
The light smothered her as the goddess-touched woman received her blessing. The light soon faded into natural light, leaving the pregnant Danalli free of the fatigue and the chronic aches from the past few weeks. A pain relief that might only last for a day or two, but the buzzing and humming of light and energy coursing through her made her simply chuckle and hum with its patterns.
She sat there for a while, hours to minutes, she didn’t count. Just sitting and experiencing the peace for what it was, the solitude. The sun soaked into her skin as her murmurs for peace and ballads that painted glorious pictures ceased into a quiet lulling harmonic hum. It vibrated in a distinct, buzzing lullaby, shifting the light and glow of the pond. The glint of the waters shimmered more as her tune danced through her, Danalli’s wrists and forearms flicking and folding silently, rhythmically to a melody that was soft and easing as it was ancient and eerie.
And then… The air shifted as a presence filled the once empty clearing. A beautiful soul with light, nonexistent sets. A shadowed entity that came and brushed at her spirit intimately before he even touched her. Her love and mate. Zanen. A quaking, emotional breath flew from her lips as his palms rested gently over her closed lids. The closeness of him next to her was craved and needed. The heat from his body, grazed her skin.
’Guess who?’
“Why Necro,” she purred in a breathless playful tone, placing her hands, carefully over her weapon ridden mate’s, “Have you come to me in a different form, darling?” A sweet beautiful laugh trickled and filled the air, as she pulled Zanen’s palms to rest of her shoulders as she looked up to him with a loving gaze, the edges of her optics still lightened slightly to blue.
“Zanen,” Danalli spoke softly, the rest of it was unspoken in her eyes, “I have /missed/ you today.”
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Post by Willow on May 21, 2012 1:08:18 GMT -6
There were some things that life granted you, and months, years into possessing them, you still can't believe that they're yours - that they're even real. Zanen had been so blessed in his life, he knew it. He was a thrice-damned demon, had seen more than his fair share of pain and horror, had caused more than his fair share as well, and here he was now: blessed. Before him was a beautiful gem, a new source of light for his soul to dance to, to react to. He had no idea what he had ever done to deserve her, because looking back on his life he had done some terrible, horrible things. But he had her, and that was what mattered. He had her. She was his, his ray of sunshine.
One eyebrow quirked up at her response and he turned her round to face him. "Necro, hm?" he asked, casting a look backward at the foolish horse before focusing the full weight of his violet gaze on his prize again. One arm then dropped to loop around her waist and tug her in close, unable to stop the giddy smile that rose to his lips when the swell of her pregnant belly kept them a few inches apart. "Necro, hm?" he stated again as he took her hand with his free one and danced them around a few steps before dipping her gently only to bring her back up to meet his lips. The kiss was sweet, chaste, and tender. There was more he would have liked to do, there always was, but right now he was content to just be near her, hold her, soak in everything that she exuded.
He lead her over to the stream and helped her sit down, moving to settle behind her so that he could lean against a large tree and she could nestle against him from between his legs. It was one of his favorite ways to hold her against him, because he could smell her hair, could feel the way her heart beat through her back and into his chest, and could hold her in his arms while gently stroking her belly. It was like he was also holding their unborn child, keeping him safe just like he was protecting the mother.
"I missed you more," he murmured against her ear before bending his lips to the curve of her neck and shoulder where the scar of his mark was. He placed a gentle kiss there, delighting in the feel of his own power possessing the spot as he ran his tongue over the raised mark. "Especially since you decided to come tromping out here all by yourself. You know I don't like it when my mate and the mother carrying my son go wandering off in these dangerous areas over here..." There was that flavor of darkness and of danger in his voice, the same hint that had been there ever since he'd learned she was pregnant. It was the flavor of a protective zephyr father, a demon worrying for his mate. "Sorry dear, I know you love your little horse, but as loyal and loving as I'm sure he is, if you were attacked he wouldn't be able to do much, and your power is unpredictable right now in your condition. You know that..."
Some part of him really did realize that he probably sounded overbearing, and that he most likely was. However, the bigger part of him was paranoid and for good reason. He had seen too much, and Noir had already proved that even those Danalli considered to be the closest of friends could actually have malevolent intentions.
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Post by libellule on May 21, 2012 1:19:20 GMT -6
Ciel was quiet as he held his mate, his parallel.
Her voice changed tones with each sentence she spoke. Her pelt changed with each syllable she uttered. His power thrived with her surges and pushed her up when he felt her falter.
He felt her fear and her desire for revenge. He felt it quake through her. He wanted to reassure her, show her that there was noting to fear. But in reality, even he could not solidly tell her she would never have to worry. Her kingdom was at war, and she was wanted dead, purified. The very thought of his beauty mate being hurt or even thought with disgust made the powerful creature sneer into the dimly lit room.
He would burn them all and their screams would only serve to silence their twisted desires.
He felt a tension jolt through him, a switch flipped as his demeanor underwent a transformation. A change that ended in his brain instinctively focusing on Asina. Ciel was no longer a mated zephyr purebreed, he was a father to two precious souls that /would/ come into this world untouched. A protective snarl sounded softly as he held her tightly, his lips at the smooth soft surface of her hot skin.
There was a tug at his soul that alerted him to just how small his children were, encased in a flesh womb that could easily be torn into. He shuddered when he remembered how easily it had been torn into. Never. Never again. He would kill anything that meant them or his precious Asina harm.
Ciel remained stoic and stable, holding her and allowing her to work through her emotions. He waited patiently for her to finish her emotional ‘spew’, something alerted him very simply that interrupting her little tirade would not be beneficial when it was her emotions she was trying to unload. The story form she used made him want to support her, kiss her, shower her with affection only a demon could give.
Then she spoke of her father, of Silus. He could help but chuckle as her eyes almost glowered at him. “Such fire,” he purred in the most husky voice, his fangs grazing her cheek as his lips found her ear and then her neckline, pushing strands of her hair from her face. His caress was intended to sooth her fear to sober to nervous to ferocious mood. Level her, help her.
He pulled back slightly, only enough to look her dead in the eye with the same gaze. “I can think of no better name to give my son, Asina.” Then he took her face in his hands, his thumbs slowly caressing her smooth, beautiful cheeks.
“Let me tell you something, my beautiful, ferocious demon queen,” he uttered in a voice so true and pure, uncharacteristic to his vicious persona. The power that back his next statement was baffling.
“There are many women out there who will find themselves in situations like these. Many of them are never strong enough. Many of them give in, many of them have obligations and challenges.
“But you..” he paused, collecting his thoughts and breathes, “You, parallel, are a mother. Truly. I see it in your eyes, your soul every day I have ever shared with you. It’s the way you treat your people and those you love.
“Silus and my princess, will be fine. WE will be fine. There is no ‘how are we going to do this’, Asina. It is simply a matter of /just/ doing it.”
His electric eyes never broke hers as he brought her hand up to kiss it.
“Don’t you worry, you fiery wench.”
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Post by libellule on May 21, 2012 13:22:42 GMT -6
It was a concept that was hard to adjust to, family. And it was hard to believe and understand when all you’ve known is loss and hardship. Weaving through the darkness of an incomplete memory for a thousand years… Trying to sift through muck that is too deep for you to even realize, for you to do alone.
Their fingers laced and he enchanted her, spun her and dipped her. His hands were a haven for her pain and her longing. She had missed them on a subconscious level since he’d left them this morning. Danalli couldn’t help but laugh quietly at his repeated statements, regarding her dear friend. But before she could answer him, she was his. His kiss silenced out the world, the tender intimate embrace that drove her both wild and made her fingers tremble as they ran up his face and smoothed over the wraps that encased his long mane.
As he brought her to a shaded spot, she couldn’t stop regarding him with wonder and appreciation. The father of her child, the Oracle, ShadowSpawn. Zanen, her mate. How could she be even more grateful, she was about to burst. Though the kingdom was at war, she would take this very moment as peace. Hell might break lose later in the night or in the year. She would turn her cheek to its presence for this moment.
She slowly sank into the earthen floor, leaning all of her balance on him. It was almost a two phase process. She sighed wearily. Of course she didn’t mind being pregnant, carrying and nurturing this little one, but by the gods he made her sluggish and weak. So as she snuggled into the chest of her mate, lying on her side in his embrace, she thrived off the silent thrum his aura encased them in, his ancient never-ending power. She craved her own back, craved to feel the power surge and electrify her senses. She wanted to protect and to destroy anything that meant her family harm.
So even as his words were harsh and overprotective, even through his scolds may have been overbearing, she propped herself up and smiled softly to him, taking in his presence. She leaned her forehead against his, adoring the caress of his hand on his child’s current residence. She did not challenge him. “Yes,” she said, hushed, “Reckless. I understand, Shadow. And I agree. “But I couldn’t stand being within those walls any longer. I needed air and light. I needed to be in the sun…” Truth to be told, she did not stray far. This clearing was barely a thousand feet from the castle. She was certain there were patrols and warriors about. Her gaze strayed to the lazy chestnut stallion and she could not help the childish grin that flourished against her features. No he would not be able to protect her, but something told her he would do all he could. Creatures of similar design… “It is a desire I cannot ignore. It’s a part of me, darling. But don’t worry, I will stay near the palace now for these last few weeks. I can only imagine my unpredictable condition will become more and more common. I will be within reach, Shadow.”
She would not disregard his duties as a zephyr, or his overprotective nature. It was in his blood to overbear his pregnant mate. She spoke with Asina about it a few months before, when she noticed his mood and power around her become more and more defensive and on guard. The sovereign told her about demon fathers and their territorial stances becoming more and more abrasive and easily tripped on any advance or small threat. And after what they had been through, Danalli knew without a drop of doubt… Zanen would slaughter.
“Papa,” she cooed to Zanen, a nickname she’d been dropping every now and then. She wasn’t going to be patronized by her mate any longer. With her over exhausted body and his required presence as the Oracle and general of Asina’s armies, moments like these were few and far between. She lifted her forehead from his, her deep brown gaze regarding him with a flit of excitement. “I told him all about you today. Of your legends, and adventures,” she had a strange look on her face as if she was about to cry, “I told him about our life together. About the lands and the history. Ballads and dragons.”
“Zanen,” she rose a palm to cover his on her swollen belly, “After telling him all of these stories and legendary warriors, I thought of the perfect name. Because I can think of no better being to name him after.”
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Post by Willow on May 22, 2012 23:03:10 GMT -6
There was this image playing in the back of her head, one of her and her father playing when she was a little girl, and longing for the touch of this particular moment in her past, Asina closed her eyes to embrace it, resting her head down against Ciel's shoulder. As she let it continue, her father's face grew a little bit older, and the little girl he was playing with stayed the same - all for the eyes. Those eyes, instead of being pitch black, turned to a beautiful molten honey. If she looked closely, she could see the minute differences in the child's face that told her that while this little girl, this little princess, looked a lot like herself, it was actually a different girl. This was not an image of a father playing with his daughter, but of a grandfather playing with his granddaughter. And when she looked again, there was another child, laughing and hanging off of her father's back. A little boy with dancing black eyes and a face that looked exactly like a young and happy Ciel.
She could feel tears brimming in her eyes. Her father would never meet her children, that scene in her head was nothing more than a dream, a fantasy. But at least it was something. Asina would never get over the death of her father, not until she buried that bright and shiny bitch and reclaimed peace for her people. She couldn't give half a damn for what happened to the fools that chose the side of 'Lilani of the Light', but she did know that she would make sure her people were freed from their prison, and that the rest of the nightcrawlers were no longer forced to live their lives out under the harsh sun. She would somehow get their forest back. She would somehow make this world a safe place for her children to grow up in.
And she would get to hold her own grandchildren. For her father.
Looking up at Ciel, feeling his gaze bore into her own, she placed a hand over her currently flat belly and felt herself give a stern nod.
"I guess we're really doing this then," she said with a flash of fang in her smirk. "Parallel, we're having children. A little prince and princess." She took a deep, solid breath and met his eyes again, and there was a new kind of spark in them, a determination that was one day going to seed the end of this terrible chapter and birth the beginning of a new world.
"You are right, my dark prince. I am a mother. I was born to be one. I was born to be the mother of my son, my daughter, and my people. We will do this, Parallel. And we will triumph."
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Post by Willow on May 22, 2012 23:56:12 GMT -6
He luxuriated in these moments, these precious moments that he had with her. Lately he'd been busier and busier with things related to the war, and ever since the incident Asina hadn't been as big of a presence as she'd been able to make it seem to most everyone else, so he'd been doing a large share of both of their jobs. He understood, he really did, and he deserved it even if it did seem like she was taking her time, especially these random days of not showing up to meetings that were more and more frequent lately, but he didn't exactly appreciate that it took him away from his precious Light either. Asina was like family to him, Danalli was his family now. She was his mate and the mother of his unborn son, and he knew that she understood that. He doubted that she was doing this intentionally to pull him away from Danalli, but he wished that it wasn't one of the consequences of her apparent punishment of him.
Zanen took a deep breath, allowing her scent to flow into him and through his whole body, calming him down muscle by muscle, never by nerve. Then he breathed out, breath travelling down her neck as he kissed the mark again. "Mm, I've missed you," he crooned to her, though he had only just seen her this morning.
He nodded along as she began to finally agree with him about her staying closer more, especially since they were getting into the second half of her pregnancy where she was going to be more and more vulnerable. He wasn't about to tell her about all of the attempts on her life, but it just wasn't safe for her to be alone, even if she wasn't going very far from the palace. He hated that it was like that, but that was just the way things were. He knew that Asina had talked to her, had helped her understand how zephyr males get around their mates when they are expecting, and things had been going as smoothly as could be hoped for. Well, other than all of the assassination attempts and the fact that his blood was constantly screaming at him to be near her, but his duties kept him away. It was agonizing. His duty should be to his mate and only to his mate. If Asina had a damn country to rule, then she could rule it. He shouldn't have to.
The thoughts made him want to snarl but he swallowed it, forcing himself to breathe deeply, letting her scent calm him down. It was very effective.
"I think it's time you start making use of your garden, my darling," he said softly against her ear, knowing that she would know exactly what he meant. It was getting close to the point where he was going to start cracking down, become extremely volatile. It was time for her to say good-bye to the outside world for now.
Then he smiled at the use of the little nickname she had been using for him recently. It made his heart glow a little bit more each time she used it, but he yearned to hear it murmured in the little voice of his son. "Oh, is that so?" he asked with a chuckle, hugging her close to him and gently roving his hand over her swollen belly. When she mentioned coming up with a name for him, he peaked an eye open. It was the woman's prerogative to get to choose the final name for their offspring, but usually the male got at least some say in the matter.
"I don't even get a say?" he asked with a little smile, but there was a little bit of hurt in his eyes. "What name would this be? I might have known the hero you've decided on." True enough. As Asina teased him all the time - he was pretty old.
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Post by libellule on May 23, 2012 0:38:02 GMT -6
The garden…
She smiled at his statement. “Oh yes, I most certainly will. I love it so much,” a laugh was on her tone, bright and beautiful, “The light is strong and warm there. I will make the most of it and allow you, sweet Shadow, to rest easy.” She had dug a pointer finger into the middle of his chest, cooing to him softly.
She’d been quite submissive lately, finding it easier and easier to give him the reins and ride behind him for this one. She would rather practice her soft voice and research what little was writing on aeon mothers and pregnancies to prepare herself.
She looked around with electric eyes, full of energy and happiness, before looking back at him. “I wish sometimes, love,” she spoke lovingly, “That moments like these could last just a little longer in the day. Just a little.”
Then she was quiet for awhile listening to him chuckle and allowed his hands to rove over her growing son, their growing son.
”I might have known the hero you’re decided on.”
Oh that was it. She couldn’t help it when it bubbled in her throat and a trickle of amused laughter spilled out. She covered her now hurting cheeks, from their smiling, with the back of her hand, before setting it down over his on her stomach once more.
“I hope you would have known this warrior. He was as ancient as legends themselves. As fierce as dragons in battles and silence itself brought on a terror of his coming…” A fire danced in her eyes as she gripped his hand slightly tighter. “My son, our son, will rival this warrior’s greatness, because this warrior will teach him well. I just know it.”
She leaned and kissed his lips. “Zanen, I want our son’s name to be Zane…
after you.”
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Post by Willow on May 23, 2012 12:21:13 GMT -6
Something he said seemed to amuse his dearly beloved quite a bit, but he was a loss as to what he might be. Over these past couple months he was beginning to learn that everything he used to think he knew about females was completely thrown out the window when one became pregnant. Part of it was the mood swings, which were at times severe enough to be considered personality shifts, but then there was also irrational thinking and all of the weird cravings... He really didn't understand - but he had no trouble being completely honest when saying that he was glad that she was the one carrying the little demon, not him. He didn't have the strength for something like that.
Which was probably why it was the gentler sex that took that particular role.
She was speaking again, of the warrior that she had decided to name their son after.
One of the greats, for sure. Perhaps Asarus, or Prince Theo of the Mountains - the man who had conquered the Kekenc Mountains almost single handedly and also formed alliances with the kings of the realm that lied beyond them. As long as she didn't say Sir Reginald.
As wonderful a man that man was, he was not going to name his son Reginald.
“Zanen, I want our son’s name to be Zane… after you.”
It took him a moment, a long moment, for this honor to register. She wanted... she wanted to name his son after him. The joy, the honor, the pride that swelled in his chest was enough to still his heart a beat and stall his breathing. All he could do for a long moment was hold her tightly to him and kiss her fiercely.
When he loosened his grip he gently stroked her belly and kissed her on the cheek.
"I would be honored, my love, for you to give our son my name."
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