Flame

N/A · 05-18-2013, 07:32 PM

Desdemona had fallen into an exhausted sleep. She was a Queen now, but at what cost, she had killed Kaien upon a field of death, and turned Tortuga on its axis with several new changes and was in the process of revamping damn near everything. She had a great deal of plans and very little time to see them all to term. Her teeth would grate against one another, preparing for the anxiety these next few weeks would bring. She had much to discuss with Demonio, but guilt still weighed her down, like a lead brick in the pit of her stomach. These next few weeks she would scarcely be in Tortuga, save for overseeing the tournament. She had much to speak with him about this morning and thus, had left quite early.

Her eyes still burned from the moisture that had vacated her iris last evening and her body felt sore and stiff from the lengthened stretch of time she had lain beside him, crying and bursting at the seams in a desperate plea to get him to stay. To forgive her, to never stop loving her. She would never replace him. He was all there was for her, she knew that now. She had risen long before the sun breeched the sky. She had been met with Demonio's maw, draped around her neck, obsidian nose pressed against her snout, loving even in his sleep. One of his legs had rested a top her slowly moving chest and their tails were simply a white mess of tangled poof. It had taken her several minutes to figure out what belonged to whom and to untangle herself without disturbing his rest. Luckily when she had pulled away, he slumbered on and she was left to vanish into Tortuga.

She had left so early to bring him back a treat, a rare delicacy that Tortuga normally did not get. Ducks, migrating to the south, swooped down to rest in the pools and rivers carved into the mountain, it had been one of her favorites back in the day and she hoped Demonio would enjoy them too. Tracking the scent of the flock, she traced it to a small crystalline pool and without a second thought, she was gone. Bolting through the water, scattering the ducks to the winds, they would fly in a chaotic jumble. She would snap one out of the air, drop it, lunge and snag the second. A quick snap of two necks and the rest of the flock would vanish, but Desdemona held her prizes and slowly she would pace back to her den.

Demonio was still sound asleep and laying the birds at the mouth of her den, she would pause, taking a moment to really look at her lover. Emotion clogged her chest and she silently thanked whoever would listen for giving him too her. God he was so beautiful. he was everything, everything she could ever hope to ask for and there was nothing, nothing in this world that was worth his love. He made her weak, but undeniably strong all at the same time. He was the one thing she would give Tortuga up for, simply because she would fail if he was not supporting her.

She would pace forward, moving to collapse behind him, habitually her teeth would find his right ear, tugging playfully to awaken him. her tongue would slip from her maw and bathe the side of his cheek, his snout, the space between his eyes and any other place she could reach, trying to steal him from his dreams.

Speech,

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