Kiss of an Empress

Death wasn't the only one stirred. And well he had intended to be fully forthright, her reaction still the words on his tongue. Her reaction worried him. He had expected anger. Expected to feel the sting on her paw across his cheek. Or perhaps her antlers against his throat. But then, he would have liked that response. Her anger and love were fuel to the fires of his heart. The coldness he felt from her made him weary. In fact, it made him dow right anxious. She could not leave him. She could not. She was Zee, the other half of Sirius. Of the Armada. The mother to the heirs. She was everything suddenly, the full weight of it hit him. He realised, with a shocked pinch in his heart, that some part of him thought she would understand.

"When... you."

Pause, breath, the sound of running water beneath them. "When you... wait. You want to fight for me? You would do that? You would fight to prove your love for me?" He asked softly. The devotion in that single statement of hers. After he had hurt her. Gods, but he loved this woman. The scent of his desire was subtle benearh the scent of ocean.

He thought of how shy and unsure she had been lately, how much she needed a boost to her confidence. Maybe this would help. He should not have let things get this far with him and Death, and the idea of the two licked in battle should not feel erotic to him. Those were things that made him a bastard. But it was love for Zee that he lowered his body slowly, non threatening on the bridge below them. Did she really think he would fight her on behalf of Death? "No. This isn't a fight for her life, or her empire. You wouldn't be fighting to undo her world. This is personal, and if you feel that its something you need to do, I won't get in your way." How much would this hurt Deathbelle? He couldn't think about this right now. Every path lead to hurt to one of the three. He has started this, and he would do what he could to see them all throigh it in one piece.