Floating through black waters, he and I, with swords on our backs attempting to find any new vessel we could use. Floating away from ours in the meantime, having been destroyed by a giant squid, we swayed with the seas current wondering what possibly could we have done different. We fought the beast the best we could, no one else on the ship was around us now. We kept trying to look for any signs that there was land around us. The moon peaked out from behind the clouds, the water continued to be dark. He felt something, so I pulled my sword.. I wasn't able to swim with the sword in my hand, nothing had attacked us.. yet. He told me to stop being fucking stupid and put it away. I cursed under my breath but he was right. I put it back into it's scabbard and knock my arm into something; a large block of wood from our ship that was charred but still floating. I tell him and he swims over to me.. the clouds disappear and we are submerged floating back into darkness.
Time passes.. so much time.. I tell him little things, to keep our minds occupied, he remained silent but I knew he was still there. My hand was desperately grasped onto his with his thumb stroking the back in a soothing fashion. Circular. Suddenly he stops, and I felt it. Something still under us, We had been floating for hours in this black. pitch. The Darkness begins to sprinkle down on us as we hold our breathes, wondering what our next move will be. I attempt to breath in slowly, quietly, hoping it can't hear that.. let alone my quiet screaming heart screaming. fight or flee. The rain pours harder. I twitch to grab my sword, something was beginning to wrap around my leg. Is it doing the same to him? My arm moves slowly but surely. He hushes for me to be still. I can't swim and fight, painfully learned. I tell myself to think logically...realization drips..there is nothing logical about this... what were we even doing out here? we had a mission of sorts once.. to kill the Lady. I still myself, my hand to the side of his face. Clouds suddenly part...there looms a red moon, still the beating rains. a moment of eye contact, fear, pain, longing.. then I see it, rising up behind him ...ominous..quiet, a sudden silence deafening as he turns to greet it, pulling his sword. The creature larger than anything I could have imagined.. it took our ship, yes, but this was different. blocking out the sky in its entirety. A large wave appears and comes crashing down on us. not a wave at all, a tentacle. Knocked away from him, I black out, sword in hand despite the screaming in my head that I cannot swim with it..
I wake on a shore of some sort, he is trying to wake me. Cursing to high seas that this was no where we should be. I make out his words and attempt to ask what was wrong.. we seemed on land, why was he in a rage.. almost seemed as though it was brought on with fear. Fear? No, that can't be right.. he always seemed so calm. collected. My eyes roll open and I see him. see what little of him I can make out. The rain's fled and some fire in the distance. across the land...This off land... I can't make it out. the red moon still behind him, my fist clenches and there is the sword, still clinging to it. He is standing now, with his sword at the ready.. That's when I notice our dress.. like we stepped out of Pirates as Cabin boys. we had wanted to hide the fact I was a woman...hadn't we?... but there is no denying it now. I look down, expecting to see why I would want to hide this frame, figure things out in this crazy dream when I realize.. this shirt, once white, now completely red. I look up again, confused.. were we not just in the water? His remains white... a beacon in the dark... He searches the beach back out to sea? I shake my head, still not understanding. Moving to sit up and this is not sand under my fingers.. but bodies. Millions of bodies, covered in blood. building the shore. I stand slowly...lost in the rot and decay. blood, black and flowing through them. arms, and legs with a head or two. no a torso in sight - my shock grows as only the scent of the sea fills my breath. suddenly unsure, doubting, this was madness. I call his name, distinct. sharp and swallowed in the suddenly silent area. I look inland, some of the 'rivers' had fresher blood than others. His eyes look to me first, then follow my gaze. Nothing to craft a raft here...Our only option .. He nods once in agreement and we move along the bodies, awkward at first, following the fresher vein of blood. a house in the distance...fueling our desire to have this done with. we walk faster, slipping here and there. I freeze. He notices a moment later, turning back to look at me. The ground was.. moving. Not bugs, no.. the body parts themselves were writhing in their fresher blood. A house still in the distance. I shake my head. "Is this what madness is like?" He nods grimly and we begin again.
The house, light colored pine. Absurd that this should be here. amazing house... here. Perfectly clean. We step up to the porch and by the front door, wide open. little whispers assuring us...safe...welcome. under the spell. We step in. cozy - despite the madness to get here. I could live here, happy. a small, seeming one bedroom with no basement. he calls me from the other room. Tea brewing.. no food or anything in the small kitchen. The dining table bare. I sit...Was this all? He removes the water and pours two mugs found hiding in the back of the cupboard; the only two. I was freezing in the warmth. We decide not to trust the herbs, every fiber of my being wants to. He seems stricken with want as to well but we had decided. Drinking the hot liquid, grateful for that much, he comes to sit by me. Keeping my space we both sit silently, waiting for something. Absorbing the heated water without any of it's warmth. I stand and begin to pace. I don't know how long, but he asks me to still and sit down.. I needed rest. I shook my head, I've had my rest. blacked out, unsure of how I even made it to shore. my god damn sword still in my hand. he backs away from the notion of having me sit, turning tactics. asking me to remove my sword and scabbard instead. They are heavy in their own right. I would only tire myself further. he was right again. with a sigh I take them off and they drop to the table with a heavy thud; at the ready. He places his next to mine with care, tilting it just so, I marveled at their work - both crafted amazingly. He pulls his daggers and re-secures them, re-ensuring they were still there. I check mine, not as many as he but a few in select spots I know how to handle. Moving about, we check for any hidden doors possibly missed. I glance out the window, nothing changed - the red moon large in the same spot we last saw it. I look over to watch him. attempts to pry the floorboards up, with twice bitten fingernails, to no avail. a singular ladder goes to the roof. "Why not?"... what else could possibly happen besides advancing the narrative; whatever this was. He follows me, swords left on the table - attempting to tempt the fates, only to find the bedroom.. on the roof.
Only enough space for a large bed. I look at him and he moves from my side, looking around and in the bed, finding nothing. The sound of the waves and a slight moaning for company, maybe the bodies that were still crawling with movement? moving, kept us company. not as loud up here in the open night sky. rains off in the distance and the moon, greeting us again, closer this time. He sits on the bed and I look out below us, was this really happening? he lays down and I move to be next to him.. if this is madness I want to enjoy it, curling into his side as he lays out, breathing deep. My head moves to his chest, listening to his heart beat. He strokes my hair calmly. Is this how it ends? I ask, though no words are uttered, he replies but I can't make it out.. lost in translation. I lay my head by his. He kisses both of my eyelids and the frustration that saltily streams from them. The caress of my hair moves to my lower back. small kisses on the side of his neck. If this is madness, then I want to enjoy it - I repeat the whisper. He smiles at me, as if anywhere but here, this moment of intimacy. We kiss, mutually desired but kept from us. Duty. A word that means nothing now. Sudden need. driving... fully. I climb as he rips off my shirt, cupping my breasts fully. Pleased. they fit perfectly. tearing at his belt as he pulls me down at the last moment - whispering... it doesn't have to be that quick, no, not yet.. He has plans to enjoy this. I laugh to myself.. if this is madness, why not enjoy it? We remove his shirt and I lay against him again...bare skin against each other, driving the need further. Locking eyes, the red moon reflected in his iris' at the same moment he sees the same in mine.. odd. Kissing deeply, fighting the rush of need, screaming at us both, moving slowly, as though in molasses. My hands sliding up and around his neck as his move to my hair, tangling his fingers in it. Only then I am grinding myself against him. His belt pulled further down his hips. He moves with a quickness, already tattered from the beating in the sea and easily ripped apart with little effort. No glance for what was to come ...I feel him pulsate against me. We flip suddenly, him surging with violent need and I only happy to oblige. Grabbing my throat... my back against the billowy bed...he teases the tip...my eyes roll back in pleasure, excitement, and my own violent need.
Originally: Posted 2nd December 2012 by Hybridpassions
Time passes.. so much time.. I tell him little things, to keep our minds occupied, he remained silent but I knew he was still there. My hand was desperately grasped onto his with his thumb stroking the back in a soothing fashion. Circular. Suddenly he stops, and I felt it. Something still under us, We had been floating for hours in this black. pitch. The Darkness begins to sprinkle down on us as we hold our breathes, wondering what our next move will be. I attempt to breath in slowly, quietly, hoping it can't hear that.. let alone my quiet screaming heart screaming. fight or flee. The rain pours harder. I twitch to grab my sword, something was beginning to wrap around my leg. Is it doing the same to him? My arm moves slowly but surely. He hushes for me to be still. I can't swim and fight, painfully learned. I tell myself to think logically...realization drips..there is nothing logical about this... what were we even doing out here? we had a mission of sorts once.. to kill the Lady. I still myself, my hand to the side of his face. Clouds suddenly part...there looms a red moon, still the beating rains. a moment of eye contact, fear, pain, longing.. then I see it, rising up behind him ...ominous..quiet, a sudden silence deafening as he turns to greet it, pulling his sword. The creature larger than anything I could have imagined.. it took our ship, yes, but this was different. blocking out the sky in its entirety. A large wave appears and comes crashing down on us. not a wave at all, a tentacle. Knocked away from him, I black out, sword in hand despite the screaming in my head that I cannot swim with it..
I wake on a shore of some sort, he is trying to wake me. Cursing to high seas that this was no where we should be. I make out his words and attempt to ask what was wrong.. we seemed on land, why was he in a rage.. almost seemed as though it was brought on with fear. Fear? No, that can't be right.. he always seemed so calm. collected. My eyes roll open and I see him. see what little of him I can make out. The rain's fled and some fire in the distance. across the land...This off land... I can't make it out. the red moon still behind him, my fist clenches and there is the sword, still clinging to it. He is standing now, with his sword at the ready.. That's when I notice our dress.. like we stepped out of Pirates as Cabin boys. we had wanted to hide the fact I was a woman...hadn't we?... but there is no denying it now. I look down, expecting to see why I would want to hide this frame, figure things out in this crazy dream when I realize.. this shirt, once white, now completely red. I look up again, confused.. were we not just in the water? His remains white... a beacon in the dark... He searches the beach back out to sea? I shake my head, still not understanding. Moving to sit up and this is not sand under my fingers.. but bodies. Millions of bodies, covered in blood. building the shore. I stand slowly...lost in the rot and decay. blood, black and flowing through them. arms, and legs with a head or two. no a torso in sight - my shock grows as only the scent of the sea fills my breath. suddenly unsure, doubting, this was madness. I call his name, distinct. sharp and swallowed in the suddenly silent area. I look inland, some of the 'rivers' had fresher blood than others. His eyes look to me first, then follow my gaze. Nothing to craft a raft here...Our only option .. He nods once in agreement and we move along the bodies, awkward at first, following the fresher vein of blood. a house in the distance...fueling our desire to have this done with. we walk faster, slipping here and there. I freeze. He notices a moment later, turning back to look at me. The ground was.. moving. Not bugs, no.. the body parts themselves were writhing in their fresher blood. A house still in the distance. I shake my head. "Is this what madness is like?" He nods grimly and we begin again.
The house, light colored pine. Absurd that this should be here. amazing house... here. Perfectly clean. We step up to the porch and by the front door, wide open. little whispers assuring us...safe...welcome. under the spell. We step in. cozy - despite the madness to get here. I could live here, happy. a small, seeming one bedroom with no basement. he calls me from the other room. Tea brewing.. no food or anything in the small kitchen. The dining table bare. I sit...Was this all? He removes the water and pours two mugs found hiding in the back of the cupboard; the only two. I was freezing in the warmth. We decide not to trust the herbs, every fiber of my being wants to. He seems stricken with want as to well but we had decided. Drinking the hot liquid, grateful for that much, he comes to sit by me. Keeping my space we both sit silently, waiting for something. Absorbing the heated water without any of it's warmth. I stand and begin to pace. I don't know how long, but he asks me to still and sit down.. I needed rest. I shook my head, I've had my rest. blacked out, unsure of how I even made it to shore. my god damn sword still in my hand. he backs away from the notion of having me sit, turning tactics. asking me to remove my sword and scabbard instead. They are heavy in their own right. I would only tire myself further. he was right again. with a sigh I take them off and they drop to the table with a heavy thud; at the ready. He places his next to mine with care, tilting it just so, I marveled at their work - both crafted amazingly. He pulls his daggers and re-secures them, re-ensuring they were still there. I check mine, not as many as he but a few in select spots I know how to handle. Moving about, we check for any hidden doors possibly missed. I glance out the window, nothing changed - the red moon large in the same spot we last saw it. I look over to watch him. attempts to pry the floorboards up, with twice bitten fingernails, to no avail. a singular ladder goes to the roof. "Why not?"... what else could possibly happen besides advancing the narrative; whatever this was. He follows me, swords left on the table - attempting to tempt the fates, only to find the bedroom.. on the roof.
Only enough space for a large bed. I look at him and he moves from my side, looking around and in the bed, finding nothing. The sound of the waves and a slight moaning for company, maybe the bodies that were still crawling with movement? moving, kept us company. not as loud up here in the open night sky. rains off in the distance and the moon, greeting us again, closer this time. He sits on the bed and I look out below us, was this really happening? he lays down and I move to be next to him.. if this is madness I want to enjoy it, curling into his side as he lays out, breathing deep. My head moves to his chest, listening to his heart beat. He strokes my hair calmly. Is this how it ends? I ask, though no words are uttered, he replies but I can't make it out.. lost in translation. I lay my head by his. He kisses both of my eyelids and the frustration that saltily streams from them. The caress of my hair moves to my lower back. small kisses on the side of his neck. If this is madness, then I want to enjoy it - I repeat the whisper. He smiles at me, as if anywhere but here, this moment of intimacy. We kiss, mutually desired but kept from us. Duty. A word that means nothing now. Sudden need. driving... fully. I climb as he rips off my shirt, cupping my breasts fully. Pleased. they fit perfectly. tearing at his belt as he pulls me down at the last moment - whispering... it doesn't have to be that quick, no, not yet.. He has plans to enjoy this. I laugh to myself.. if this is madness, why not enjoy it? We remove his shirt and I lay against him again...bare skin against each other, driving the need further. Locking eyes, the red moon reflected in his iris' at the same moment he sees the same in mine.. odd. Kissing deeply, fighting the rush of need, screaming at us both, moving slowly, as though in molasses. My hands sliding up and around his neck as his move to my hair, tangling his fingers in it. Only then I am grinding myself against him. His belt pulled further down his hips. He moves with a quickness, already tattered from the beating in the sea and easily ripped apart with little effort. No glance for what was to come ...I feel him pulsate against me. We flip suddenly, him surging with violent need and I only happy to oblige. Grabbing my throat... my back against the billowy bed...he teases the tip...my eyes roll back in pleasure, excitement, and my own violent need.
Originally: Posted 2nd December 2012 by Hybridpassions
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