Post by Persephone on Jun 14, 2009 21:32:42 GMT -7
A smile crossed pink lips as fingers traced over lines she knew so well. Even after a year she hadn't grown tired of the man beside her. She didn't think she ever really would, he was part of her now, and she him. It was as if the two were ever twain as one flesh, just as the mortal scriptures had prophesied was to be so.
She loved Koz, there was no denying it. She had made her choice to remain faithful to him though other choices had presented themselves on numerous occasions. To attempt to find herself, although it did seem every time she visited the Shadow Realm over which she was Mistress she lost a little bit more of herself, she had left him. Something that had caused a little more of what was Persephone to become shadow, and a little more of those shadows became her mind. Then again truth be told it was all in her mind after all wasn't it? The very realm was an extension of her psyche. Perhaps this is why parents teach their children not to mess with magic, after all who wants a daughter who has created a shard of her soul that haunts her dreams. One that torments her waking hours. One that leaves her no rest. Though this realm had taken a shape of its own, time there ran upon its own clocks. The beings there thought for themselves. Who wants a wife like that?
Somehow though, he had sent those nightmares away. Perhaps it was his strong embrace, that held her close night after night. His patience as sleep would take her prisoner for weeks at a time. Most likely perhaps it was his love for her, which kept her anchored here to this realm. And she was thankful for it.
Shadowed orbs followed the steady rise and fall of his chest, even in sleep he held a calm reassurance for her, whether conscious or subconscious it was there. And it was appreciated. "You know I love you? Even more each night...every day I spend curled into your arms, ever kiss...every caress..." She whispers, placing those lips to his own in the softest breeze of a kiss, so as not to wake him. He was her world. Her rock. And her salvation, from herself. Lips traced across his flesh, as she took in his familiar scent, and curled into him once more. His hand moving to it's natural correspondence to rest upon her hip, as if to tell her he was there, even as he might rest and dream. He was there.
She loved Koz, there was no denying it. She had made her choice to remain faithful to him though other choices had presented themselves on numerous occasions. To attempt to find herself, although it did seem every time she visited the Shadow Realm over which she was Mistress she lost a little bit more of herself, she had left him. Something that had caused a little more of what was Persephone to become shadow, and a little more of those shadows became her mind. Then again truth be told it was all in her mind after all wasn't it? The very realm was an extension of her psyche. Perhaps this is why parents teach their children not to mess with magic, after all who wants a daughter who has created a shard of her soul that haunts her dreams. One that torments her waking hours. One that leaves her no rest. Though this realm had taken a shape of its own, time there ran upon its own clocks. The beings there thought for themselves. Who wants a wife like that?
Somehow though, he had sent those nightmares away. Perhaps it was his strong embrace, that held her close night after night. His patience as sleep would take her prisoner for weeks at a time. Most likely perhaps it was his love for her, which kept her anchored here to this realm. And she was thankful for it.
Shadowed orbs followed the steady rise and fall of his chest, even in sleep he held a calm reassurance for her, whether conscious or subconscious it was there. And it was appreciated. "You know I love you? Even more each night...every day I spend curled into your arms, ever kiss...every caress..." She whispers, placing those lips to his own in the softest breeze of a kiss, so as not to wake him. He was her world. Her rock. And her salvation, from herself. Lips traced across his flesh, as she took in his familiar scent, and curled into him once more. His hand moving to it's natural correspondence to rest upon her hip, as if to tell her he was there, even as he might rest and dream. He was there.
