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Post by Tamesis on Sept 1, 2014 18:49:53 GMT -6
Another day of pleasing the mortals and their mediocre requests. Still no word from that miscreant and her little darlings... but Tamesis knew it wouldn't be long until she did hear from the one who called herself Septem. It would not be a long or friendly conversation either, she was certain. But something else had weighed on her mind lately.
She was currently laying on her bed in a room sealed by darkness in her inherited temple/castle. Facts and voices floated around her head as the lady of the night thought carefully about something.
Long moments passed. The tinkling of the stars and the whispers that were the undertones of the wind and the dripping of sunspots like rain echoed in her head. It was what she heard when she tuned out the mortal's cries for gifts and attention that they were now so used to receiving. Tamesis tried to imagine going on for centuries with this bullshit in her head. The thought made her skin crawl.
Hopefully her little infant country would soon stop clamoring for milk from mommy's tit. But to be fair... it had been a long time since this country ran without Borim's powers offering it stability. It was in no way ready to start keeping balance on its own. It still needed her.
... and she needed "adult" company...
Nothing seemed to entertain her today. When she wasn't entertained, her mind wandered into far darker and more serene depths than she liked. The more at one with the universe she became in those moments, the more like shit she felt when she was done and returned.
How did humans live in peaceful quiet!? It was maddening!
Memories of an eternity that she'd so far existed plagued her in those times. She hated that more than anything. She wanted to live in the now; this moment that she had attained. She had a plan. She needed to stick with it. But there was so much to deal with... and yet she didn't want to shake a stick at any of it at the moment.
Septem had yet to accept her invitation for drinks. Rude, but acceptable considering she had those... things... to nurse and care for. Orik had avoided making her acquaintance for reasons Tamesis found obvious and they made her chuckle. That old goat really had to have stones to stand her up when she required something of him. But that was something she would deal with later. He was hardly in the position at this point to give her that special thing she needed. Jag... was a shadow of his former self, whom Tamesis would have found a decent partner in, for dallying or otherwise. It was a shame he had to turn out more like his brother when the shit hit the fan... there were really no people on this planet who truly understood the feeling of a real party. Gladiators entertaining, blood running, liquor flowing, music blasting... it really got her juices flowing.
It made her forget...and that was helpful. If she could forget that one thing for a little while... then she could focus on fixing it... But as long as she remembered...
She materialized a lute of purple sparkling alcohol that would be unidentifiable except to her, two little cherries floating in the glass, one black, one red, bobbing and rubbing against each other and the bubbles. She tilted the glass slightly and let the cherries press against her lips as she stole some of the liquid from beneath them. It helped. The bubbles lifted her mind... and the spark of taste soothed her boredom.
A circle of candles lit around her floating in the darkness and it was revealed that she had changed the conservatory that once held lush plants of different origins into a strange mix of a parlor and an observatory. The walls and ceiling were still of beautiful glass, but you could only see the night sky out of them. Never anything else. In the room, there were pillows for lounging and low tables for serving... on of which Tamesis was leaned back upon, arranged almost as a bed, looking up at her canopy of void with her drink posed to deliver her more respite from her thoughts.
She smiled to herself, indulging in the voices that once again came floating to her. They all wanted it... desperately...
...to be more than weak, pathetic mortals...
They lusted for her power, knowing not what it would cost them. And so her smile grew at the amusement this afforded her. She was so a lover of irony.
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Post by Grayson on Sept 2, 2014 12:58:54 GMT -6
and i can't understand~ 498 WORDS | TAMESIS | OUTFIT | NOTES |
Well that could have gone a little better, Gray figured as he chose walking over any of his other modes of transportation. Walking was something that let him think, and he'd been doing that quite a bit lately. Zhadrah was the first foreign country that he had decided to explore. He hadn't even been in the nation a full day and already had a run-in with a hostile child.
A child!
He was still having a difficult time coming to terms with the way this country simply was. It didn't make any sense to the young Speaker, no sense at all. Everything about Brynne and her country was kindness, gentleness, compassion... and even if some of the people of Hryst didn't possess those same attributes, the country herself was still beautiful and peaceful. Not here. It seemed that Zhadrah was everything Hryst was not...
Grayson stuck his hands in his pockets as he walked, keeping to himself and not challenging anyone he came across. This was a violent country, and he was not a violent man. ...was he? Brynne would tell him that he was wonderful and innocent, the very image of a child.
A long and quiet sigh escaped the young Speaker's lips. He was sure that Brynne was keeping something from him; he was so very sure of it. The woman in white had been acting differently as of late, and while Gray knew that the main reasoning behind it was the death of Dym, one of Aquavia's twin gods. He knew she was grieving but he didn't know how to comfort her. This feeling of uselessness drove the nail further between the Speaker and the remaining deities. He wasn't old enough to know how to respond - and he didn't understand death well enough to have his own reaction. Dym was gone, forever.
And Brynne was a storm raging out of control, even if she appeared calm and quiet. Grayson could feel the storm that waged within his goddess. It unsettled him.
Taking a deep breath, he came to a stop, his gaze wandering around his current surroundings. He didn't know what had possessed him to start exploring the other countries, but the idea of the nations being something he didn't know, something mysterious, it called to some part deep inside of him. The thrill was intoxicating to a man who didn't know what it was like to be drunk.
His blue eyes traveled up the stairs of the building before him, studying the architecture. It was a temple... or something similar. It had been a temple at one point in time. Something was strange about this place though, he thought as he went against the voice in the very back of his mind telling him to get very far away from the old temple. He was too curious. He wanted to know what this place was.
He stood still, silently studying the whole of the building. It was beautiful - and it was dark...
HAYANA OF CAUTION 2.0
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Post by Tamesis on Sept 2, 2014 21:22:38 GMT -6
Her nose tingled and her ears perked to the sense of someone not mortal approaching her domain. After a long moment she sat up and waved to the door, sending a ripple of darkness through the corridors towards the approaching stranger.
It was her welcome. It would open the main door to them and usher them through the halls to where she was. She was in no mood for leaving her desired place of respite and she had no interest in humbling herself by acting as her own doorman. However, Tamesis also did not want mortals crawling around her domain, so she had yet to hire "help."
"You can stand out there lurking and creeping in my bushes... or you can come in and give a proper introduction. Either way, you're not hiding yourself very well. Your scent gives you away... Hyrstic wind and dried prairie grass. You're a long way from home, lost lamb."
She tilted up the glass and the cherries once again kissed her top lip as she sipped from it. "...Come be a proper guest and maybe I'll offer you a drink. Or maybe I'll offer you a deal... if you prove interesting and entertaining company..."
The voice echoed from seemingly all the shadows that surrounded him, and yet not from any single place nearby. Her eyes were alight with their dark violet glow. The shadows were checking out the form of this person... this...
... What was this thing that was so close to her domain...? Might it be...
Her head raised up from the pillow and her eyes went black as she reached through the shadows, through her divine intertwined connection with them, examining his own shadow, silver and storm-cloud lined with a touch of... earth...
It was... the little errand boy himself... On a quest for mommy? No... he'd have announced himself... he walked here. But why? Was he seeking Tamesis? Doubtful... he had a clueless air to him. A simpleton... that would waste her time and be a valiant misuse of her efforts...
But if he had any information... Candles and sconces along the corridors lit with a violet and blue glow, not offering an abundance of light, but just enough to deepen the shadows around him should he choose to enter. She wasn't one for patience. If he accepted her invitation, she would pull in his body through the shadows and bring him to her.
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Post by Grayson on Sept 3, 2014 15:25:55 GMT -6
and i can't understand~ 400 WORDS | TAMESIS | OUTFIT | NOTES |
"Woah." He took a step back as the darkness seemed to fill the temple, blowing the doors open from the inside, creating an entrance to a void that was darker than the night. It was enough to send most people running... but he wasn't most people. His curiousity was deeper now, the mystery of this place almost a physical itch that he desperately wanted to scratch. It was a thrill to him.
You can stand out there lurking and creeping in my bushes, or you can come in and give a proper introduction. Grayson nearly spun around looking for the source of the voice, his bright blue eyes scanning and surveying every square inch of his surroundings. Either way, you're not hiding yourself very well. Your scent gives you away... His scent? That meant... Hrystic wind and dried prairie grass. You're a long way from home, lost lamb. The voice belonged to a deity - not many mortals could do what had just been done. "I'm not lost," he said into the darkness as he took a step closer. "I know where I am..." The voice in the back of his mind had been suggesting that he get away from this place, was now practically demanding Grayson not to move any further.
He didn't listen. The voice... it beckoned to him once again, telling him to come inside and to be a proper guest. There was something about the tone of the feminine voice, it was enchanting. ..maybe I'll offer you a drink. Or maybe I'll offer you a deal, if you prove interesting and entertaining company.
Grayson didn't believe himself to be interesting or entertaining, but he thought it'd be rude to ignore or reject the deity's invitation. He had felt so alienated by the rest of the divines ever since Dym's passing that this invitation was almost a sign of acceptance.
A blue and purple light glowed past the threshold as the darkness allowed a bit of light into her temple. It was inciting. He couldn't not take the deity up on her offer - that would be rude. Grayson didn't want to isolate himself from the rest of the deities any more than what had already been done.
Taking a deep breath as if he were about to dive off his beloved docks back home in Hryst, he stepped forward and allowed the darkness to envelope him.
HAYANA OF CAUTION 2.0
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Post by Tamesis on Sept 3, 2014 21:22:50 GMT -6
His presence stepped into the room and the shadows opened up beneath him to pull him into the void and place him gently on the cushion pile near where Tamesis's feminine form was lounging, looking up at the stars, half finished drink in her hand. Blue and violet candles still hovered in the air around her, but they seemed to keep their distance and they didn't detract from the star's light overhead.
She turned her head and gave him a small but mysterious smile before turning to look back up into the void.
"I'd give you the grand tour, but I don't honestly know much about the place. My way of getting around is usually a little more efficient anyway."
She pressed the glass to her lips and tilted back the lute, draining it. "Feel free to make yourself comfortable... I much prefer the company of one of our kind to one of theirs." She didn't specify who "theirs" was or what it meant, but the imagination usually didn't need much prodding to made such determinations.
She sat up, her shirt open in its usual way and set the lute with it's two cherries down beside the table she'd been reclining on. Her eyes were lidded, her lashes a hood over her emotions as she studied the young man for a moment. It was along moment, one that seemed to stretch on in quiet so deep that one might have considered that she'd fallen asleep looking at him.
Suddenly her hand snaked out and she grabbed the lute and tossed it up at the ceiling where it disappeared into the void. "...Would you like a drink? I'm parched..." She then reached down into the shadows under the table and pulled out a very ornate bottle. The bottle itself would have been black if not for the odd shimmering light that came from inside that caused it to glow a strange blue or green color. She waved her hand and a wine glass, wider and shorter than her lute, appeared in her hand. She delicately turned the bottle to pour it into the glass, and the glass seemed to fill with liquid aurora. Every jar of the glass would cause the shimmering to change color and dance about the glass.
She gently sipped from the cup. "...It's got some tones of heat... but a lot of crisp... This one's dry... If it's not to your taste I can always offer some Ambrosia. I like more exotic things myself. Ambrosia is easy to make with honey and sunlight. This stuff here... you have to have talent. Kind of like lightning in a bottle. Now that stuff has some kick to it. Unfortunately, lightning and darkness don't mix and it would make me regret having any." She chuckled softly. "The morning after is always shitty..."
Her eyes darkened for a second and she put the cup down, almost as if she'd forgotten about pouring it. Her attention then turned to Grayson, entirely.
"... You seem different from the others... Am I right? There's just... something about you... You're not made of energy like the rest of us, are you? There's a lot of elements in you.... a lot of origins... and your smell..." she took a deep breath, letting her eyes slide closed for emphasis. "... ... You're very... earthy... for a god. Can you tell me... where you came from?" Her eyes slowly opened again, only this time they were glowing with interest.
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Post by Grayson on Sept 4, 2014 11:55:07 GMT -6
and i can't understand~ 758 WORDS | TAMESIS | OUTFIT | NOTES |
His blue eyes watched apprehensively as the inky darkness closed in on him, pulling and guiding him, eventually setting him on a pile of soft things...cushions, they were called. I'd give you the grand tour, but I don't honestly know much about the place. The young Speaker smiled back at the feminine figure lounging before him.
"How do you not know this place? Maybe you're the lost one." Grayson didn't mean to be rude, even if he did come across that way. Spending time away from Hryst and away from the other deities meant that he was spending more and more time among the people, learning their behaviors, their patterns of speech. Sarcasm was something he was picking up on pretty quickly, but was still figuring it out. "It is a big place, though."
For some reason, he felt like he wasn't simply inside the temple - had the darkness taken him somewhere else? He was divine, so that was always a possibility, him going to different realms and dimensions. "Where am I?" he wondered aloud as he looked around. His gaze eventually found itself on the source of the voice that had drawn him into the temple. She told him to make himself comfortable, and out of obedience, Grayson shifted a little bit, pushing himself into a sitting position. I much prefer the company of one of our kind to one of theirs. He gave her a bit of confused look before his eyes went to the movement, the motion of the deity placing a delicate glass down. From there, his attention traveled up her arm, taking note of the clothing - or the lack thereof - that this divine was wearing.
Would you like a drink? I'm parched. Grayson blinked, quickly bringing his eyes up to meet her's, color springing to his cheeks. He shouldn't have been looking there. "Uh, yeah, sure," he said, his words jumbling together as he rushed them out from behind his lips. Soon he was watching the ever-changing color of the liquid in the two glasses that the deity had poured. "What is it?" he asked as she took a drink.
She spoke, her words like velvet, telling him about the drink but not actually telling him what it was. If it's not to your taste I can always offer some Ambrosia. Grayson gave her a blank look for a moment before shrugging. He didn't know what Ambrosia was. She liked exotic things, and he wondered what exactly could be exotic in the eyes of a goddess... Then she told him that whatever Ambrosia was, it was easy to make from sunlight and honey, two things that Grayson found rather enjoyable.
Then she compared the stuff in the glass he held to lightning in a bottle, and he nearly dropped the glass, staring at it's contents. Lightning was something that he was not a huge fan of. Thunder was fine, Brynne herself had been born of the thundering stone. But lightning was something completely different.
You seem different from the others. His chin lifted, eyes once again finding her's. Different? How was he different? She asked if she was right, and Grayson offered her another shrug. "I'm younger than everyone else," he said. He was younger than the majority of the humans in every nation.
But that wasn't what this divine was looking for. All of her attention was on him. If ever he had wanted someone's complete and total attention, he now had it from a goddess he'd never met before. He gave her a small grin; feeling like every single part of him was being scrutinized. You're not made of energy like the rest of us, are you? There's a lot of elements in you... a lot of origins... and your smell.. What did she mean he wasn't made of energy - he was timeless!
You're very... earthy... for a god. Earthy? "I spend a lot of time with the people instead of holed up in some temple," he said, a hint of defiance in his voice.
Can you tell me where you came from? Now he was lost. Why was she asking these questions, telling him these things? What did it matter to her? Didn't she know that he was created by Brynne, and for Brynne? "I am the same," he insisted, sitting straighter, the glass of peculiar liquid held forgotten. "I'm Brynne's Speaker, I'm a divine. I'm like you!"
And yet, even as he spoke, a tiny particle of doubt floating into his mind.
Who was he?
HAYANA OF CAUTION 2.0
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Post by Tamesis on Sept 4, 2014 16:06:54 GMT -6
"How do you not know this place? Maybe you're the lost one. It is a big place, though. Where am I?"
She gave a small smirk. "Oh this place I know well. It's the palace that I am not certain of. I wasn't born here, as you well know. It's ... sort of an inherited place of worship. Borim lived here... and now I do. Well... in a matter of speaking I suppose..." She caught him glancing at her body and it made her smirk just a bit more sadistic. So there was a man under all that... A genuine man of visual attentions and curiosity ... He accepted her offer of a drink but didn't sip as she explained without actually giving it a name.
As he paled when she started talking of lightning in a bottle, her lips twitched again and she reached for his glass, her fingers wrapping around his and lifted both to her lips. She gently drained the glass, eyes closing and then her eyes opened, glowing a soft violet. She blew on the wine chalice and the glass frosted over. With a smile she released his hand and lifted a small amber bottle to his glass, letting him wonder where it had come from before pouring a soft golden liquid into his glass that shown and shimmered like twilight sun on the ocean and drizzled like honey, causing the frost she'd caused over the glass to sparkle.
"...It's not much of a party if the guest of honor isn't enjoying himself for fear of his drink, now is it?" She chuckled, a gentle rumble in her chest as she slid back to her cushions. "...What you have in your hand is Ambrosia. Summer's last light lovingly wrapped in honey and aged until it's at its most potent." She lifted her cup. "... And what I have in mine is lovingly called Aurora's Kiss. It's made from the northern lights and the held breath of the bitterest storm of winter from the highest north, where night lasts six months."
He was defensive of his differences, though they were plain for Tamesis to sense.
"I'm younger than everyone else."
The reaction caused her to chuckle. The statement was obvious... and he also didn't have much experience with immortals if he were making that statement. Very few could boast the age and potency that Tamesis had. But his next reaction...
"I spend a lot of time with the people instead of holed up in some temple," he said, a hint of defiance in his voice.
That tone... It was familiar. She had used it. The goddess narrowed her eyes, hair rising up in an unseen wind for a moment. She didn't care for being chastised for her ... lack of interpersonal conduct with the mortals. Particularly by a child who had no idea what he was inferring. She held her tongue however. He obviously didn't know what he was talking about... and she would jab him for it later. For now, she desired information.
"I am the same," he insisted, sitting straighter, the glass of peculiar liquid held forgotten. "I'm Brynne's Speaker, I'm a divine. I'm like you!"
Her head rolled back in a way that suggested she was relaxing and she laughed out a bit. "You are so very serious... and so easily offended... You're telling me you do not come from anywhere? Even I, in my long past, had to come from somewhere. Brynne, Orik... even Borim had origins. And you have none? And yet to claim we are the same..." She let the statement drag out and swirled the liquid in her glass before swigging on it.
"...I'll tell you what. I've been asking a lot of questions. That's not fair. Let's make a game of it. A fair game with rules. For every question I ask, you answer honestly. Then you can ask me any question you would like. There is naught for me to hide. It has been long since I have been in the company of a young one... I'm sure there's much you would like to know, yes? We can keep playing until either you run out of questions or I run out of the good stuff. Whichever comes first."
She was leaning over the edge of the table close to him, smiling sweetly, her shirt hanging off one shoulder gently to suggest that she might be vulnerable at this point of intoxication. The truth was being a little intoxicated helped her to focus on the now. The shadows were deep... and they ever reflected the things one did not want to think about... the pasts she didn't want to relive... the pain she wanted to shed... and if a little bit of play acting offered her her escape... all the more reason to allow him to think he was better off than she.
As sort of a spark to his interest, she licked her lips and tilted her head back to look at the ceiling before softly whispering.
"...Letsee... You started out in darkness, didn't you? That's my element." She gave him a slight chuckle. "Funny how that stuff works itself out, yeah?"
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Post by Grayson on Sept 4, 2014 20:57:57 GMT -6
and i can't understand~ 1022 WORDS | TAMESIS | OUTFIT | NOTES |
Well that answered that question... He wasn't simply in the temple anymore. The darkness had taken him somewhere, somewhere that he'd never been. It's sort of an inherited place of worship. Borim lived here and now I do. The young Speaker tilted his head to the side at the mention of a name he didn't recognize. "Who?" he asked, his mind wandering about as his attention was on the goddess' abundant...
He felt bad for looking there, but how could he not? Was he not supposed to? Something was telling him to stop, while a part of him just didn't think it mattered... He watched silently as she placed her hands on his, guiding the glass he - they - were holding up to her lips. His heartbeat quickened as the liquid disappeared; hands trembling slightly. He didn't come into actual physical contact with hardly anyone, save for Brynne, and even that had been almost non-existent ever since Dym passed.
A chill ran down his spine as she blew against the glass, making tiny ice crystals appear. Why did he crave this affection?
A new liquid filled his glass, earning his attention. The light of the floating candles glinting off the ice on the glass. "What...?" he said before he stopped himself. She had talked about this, the sunlight and honey... It's not much of a party if the guest of honor isn't enjoying himself for fear of his drink, now is it?
"I wasn't afraid of it," he said, unable to look into her glowing eyes. He never had a reason to lie before, but the way she had said it, it made him feel like she didn't think he could have handled it. The goddess explained what he now held as she repositioned herself back into the comfort of her cushions. The more she leaned back, the looser her shirt became. He was trying really hard not to look. Summer's last light lovingly wrapped in honey and aged until it's at its most potent. Grayson looked down into his glass at the swirling golden liquid, bringing it up to his nose to give it a quick sniff. It smelled like honey and warmth. It wrapped him up in a familiar feeling that he just could not place.
Tipping the glass, he let the liquid slide past his lips, savoring the sweetness. It was completely different than what the humans drank in their bars and canneries. It filled him with a warmth that he had yet to experience, causing the hairs on his arms to stand on end. "Woah," he said under his breath before taking another drink.
He wasn't gonna deny that it was good.
The deity explained to him what the other liquid was, calling it Aurora's Kiss. It's made from the northern lights and the held breath of the bitterest storm of winter from the highest north, where night lasts six months. Lowering the glass, Grayson brought his eyes up to her's, which still glowed. "The northern lights?" He hadn't come across those yet. Zhadrah was the first country other than his own that he had chosen to explore... "Wait..." he said as his mind processed the last thing she had said about night lasting so long. "Are there really places like that?" He was so very curious by nature. "It stays dark for that long? Where?"
The turn in the conversation, however, caused him to toss his guard up again as she started asking him questions that he either didn't want to answer, or that he didn't know the answer to. She did not like the tone he took with her at all, and when the wind blew, he couldn't help but jump a bit, his body tensing, getting ready to move out of harm's way if he had to. Backlash, though, did not come, and it took the young Speaker several moments to force himself to relax again as the wind died down and she laughed.
He was in the presence of one of his own. He was safe.
You are so very serious, and so easily offended. Grayson had nothing to say to this. Many people saw him as childish, innocent, naive... Brynne saw him that way. What was this divine talking about? He wasn't serious... You're telling me you do not come from anywhere? Gray opened his mouth, then shut it as she began speaking again, talking about how all the divinities had come from somewhere, then questioning his claim to be the same as them.
I'll tell you what. I've been asking a lot of questions. That's not fair. Let's make a game of it. Grayson took another drink of the golden liquid, relishing the sweetness. He liked games. For every question I ask, you answer honestly. Then you can ask me any question you would like. Well that sounded pretty fair to him... She leaned towards him, the shoulder of her shirt slipping down. Grayson's eyes widened before snapping back up to make eye contact. It has been long since I have been in the company of a young one. I'm sure there's much you would like to know, yes?
That question seemed to strike Grayson. He wanted to know everything, so that he could understand the world better. That wasn't such a bad thing to ask for, was it?
Grayson inhaled sharply at her words. You started out in darkness, didn't you? Her element. Darkness. Her words and laugh echoed in his mind. "How did you...?" Grayson stared at her, brows together in fear and confusion and uncertainty. That was something that he had only talked to Brynne about - if that. The darkness that he remembered, then the bright light of Brynne's presence... How did this divine know about something he didn't tell anyone save for his creator? "...yes." There was hesitance in his voice, a reluctance to answer, but he had to be truthful. "My first memory is of the dark..."
He sat in silence for several moments, studying the half-empty glass that he held in his hands. It was his turn to ask a question. "What's your name?"
HAYANA OF CAUTION 2.0
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Post by Tamesis on Sept 4, 2014 22:07:54 GMT -6
Tamesis' interests were not on Borim and she didn't really feel like telling his story so she sort of forced her way around any questions about him for now. But it did pique her interest that Mommy Brynne had decided to withhold that little tidbit from him... you'd think the disgrace of a god would have been pertinent information to tell a trusted Speaker... was there something in this relationship Tamesis wasn't seeing?
His eyes kept grazing over her flesh and he seemed to still feel bad for it even though she was all but encouraging him to look. It was sweet, the way he seemed to be completely ignorant of lust and passions of that kind. Yet, she noticed, he did enjoy the physical contact when she made it. She was keeping tabs of all his reactions for several reasons, not the least of which was determining his truthfulness.
"I wasn't afraid of it," he lied. She smiled softly and shrugged. "You can try whatever kind you like. There's not a poison yet that works on our kind aside from a broken heart. I won't deny you whatever you wish to taste."
She watched his reaction to the Ambrosia carefully. He practically lit up when he tasted it. So he wasn't treated to the finer things that only their kind could enjoy...? Oh, Brynne... did you have to make this seduction so easy for me? The least you could have done was give the boy some clothes to guard him from my eyes.
He was curious. Desperately curious... and it seemed Brynne had not sated his thirst for answers or treated him as a true godly entity at all. This was going to be a fairly easy target. Yet for some reason, the idea did not bore her. Perhaps because of what he seemed to be? She felt the urge to open him up and let him try all kinds of new things that only their kind could just to watch those amusing expressions flicker across his face. He was so very open anyway... truly a young one.
"What's your name?"
Her eyes blinked languidly for a moment before she sat up, shirt still off her shoulder as she pointed up to the starry void above them for a moment. The scene appeared to move as she spoke, circling in it's perfect pattern of balance in the universe.
"...I have been called Darkness. I have been called Death. I have been called Sleep. I was there at the beginning... and I'll be there at the end. When ever a mortal passes on, their souls return to my loving folds. I am Mother Darkness... My name is Tamesis. I am the shadows that creep forward from the distant light and envelope half of everything in shadow. The place I told you of? That spends six months in the cool of night? I know it well. In your world, it's to the north of even Hyrst, where the ocean is frozen over and there is no land. Every world and universe is a little different, but most have places like that. They are made by the tilt of the balance of life."
She gently drank from her chalice again, leaning back and looking up. The stars' twinkling was made brighter by the depth and intensity of the void. That was her job. To deepen the darkness that creatures would love the light. And she had hated it. Which is why she chose to rebel... and it had costed much. Her eyes slid over to Grayson, contemplating. Perhaps it was not too much...
She drank deeply of the cup. She didn't like thinking about her origins. It was too far into the past. She didn't like digging up that skeleton. But if it gained his trust, then it would be worth it, hopefully.
Tamesis cleared her throat softly. "...Now it's my turn. You are an immortal, like me. So what is your element? Your life force? I come from shadows. Brynne is the thunder. Orik comes from the trees and earth. What is your source?"
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Post by Grayson on Sept 6, 2014 15:50:29 GMT -6
and i can't understand~ 561 WORDS | TAMESIS | OUTFIT | NOTES |
You can try whatever kind you like. There's not a poison yet that works on our kind aside from a broken heart. I won't deny you whatever you wish to taste. Gray's eyes flicked to her open shirt, the fabric barely covering her chest. He was content where he was, with what he currently had. Why was something in his mind telling him that he wanted more?
"This is fine, thanks," he said, lifting the glass of Ambrosia to his lips again. He'd never tasted anything like this. In fact, other than his creation and the occasional visit to Brynne in her realm, he had spent his entire existence in the world living among the people.
By the time she decided to answer his question, the glass in his hands was empty, and he was feeling a little warmer than he had when he had first arrived. Her eyes traveled upwards as she sat up straighter, Grayson's attention returning to her chest for a split second before following her gaze.
Darkness, Death, Sleep... all names that the goddess before him had been called. I was there at the beginning... and I'll be there at the end. Grayson turned his eyes onto her face as she spoke about mortals' death. My name is Tamesis.
Tamesis.
If she'd been around for as long as she said she had been, why didn't he know about her? Surely she would be someone he remembered, right? Tamesis was the shadows, the darkness. He had been created out of the darkness, the light of Brynne being the first thing Grayson saw. Had she been there?
She spoke of the place where it stayed dark for several months. In your world, it's to the north of even Hryst, where the ocean is frozen over and there is no land. "I wanna go there," he said, being sure that he didn't word anything like a question would be worded. He didn't want to get into trouble for breaking the rules. They are made by the tilt of the balance of life. He had so many questions, though. And she hadn't even used her turn.
A silence settled over the two as Tamesis drank again, Grayson's attention being pulled away to the lights that surrounded them. This whole experience was almost overwhelming for the young Speaker, but he was handling it pretty well. He felt her eyes on him, as if watching him was something that would benefit the divine.
Now it's my turn. When she made the statement that Grayson was immortal like her, he nodded. He was just like her and Brynne and... and the rest of them...
Wasn't he?
He was beginning to doubt himself.
What is your element? Your life force? Grayson gave Tamesis a blank look. His what? She explained that she came from the shadows, just like Brynne came from thunder and Orik came from nature. What is your source?
He remained quiet, his eyes on the empty glass in his hands. He... he didn't know. Was he supposed to have one? He didn't know that he was ever supposed to have an element... Grayson's shoulders dropped as he realized he couldn't answer her question... Not with an answer that she would like... "I don't have one," he said after what could have been an eternity. "Why do you have one, and not me?
HAYANA OF CAUTION 2.0
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