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Post by Tamesis on Sept 6, 2014 21:09:57 GMT -6
"I wanna go there."
She smiled, looking to refill her cup but instead of the same liquid as before, she poured a little of the ambrosia into her chalice. "It's a nice place to visit... but dreadfully cold." Her mind rolled back to a time long distant in the past when she was confined to the cold and dark... and then decided it would be best not to dwell.
She sipped on the Ambrosia and awaited his answer further. His face betrayed his inner turmoil as he tried to come up with an answer and she felt her chest burn with impatience and anticipation. She could control it, however... She was made loose by the alcohol she loved and it helped with this sort of ordeal. Tamesis had waited long for her answers before, this would not be the end of her surely.
"I don't have one," he said after what could have been an eternity. "Why do you have one, and not me?
Her mind latched onto the answer and dissected it over and over before she answered. It was a curious thing... as if she were right on the verge of this major discovery... and yet so far from that thing she wanted... She sipped again of the lovely golden drink in her hand. It was sweet, warming and tender. Much like this young man before her.
"I think you do have one. I think it is different from mine." She licked her lips softly, removing any remaining Ambrosia from them before looking into his eyes. "After all... it takes something very strong to pull a soul from the darkness... and something equally strong to make it immortal."
She sighed softly and waved her hand as if she were starting to let the drink affect her. "My turn..."
Tamesis bit her lip and rolled her shoulders, leaning back against the cushions once more. "What is your favorite color?"
Her game was sharp and she knew how to play it. She would make it personal... about personal interest. Slowly she would find out what she needed. They had all night... and even longer than that, truly. The sunlight would not miss her presense, and Brynne was preoccupied at the moment...
She smirked softly. Maybe Brynne wouldn't mind sharing this little morsel with her for one night? Tamesis was very curious about if he would take her up on that offer... and the idea made her chuckle.
"...I never could pick a favorite color... Most of them look the same in the dark... Your eyes are a pretty color though..."
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Post by Grayson on Sept 6, 2014 22:14:45 GMT -6
and i can't understand~ 432 WORDS | TAMESIS | OUTFIT | NOTES |
Tamesis smiled at him, and he grinned back. Regardless of the topic matter, he was enjoying this, the presence of a divine that didn't treat him as his age would dictate. She told him that the dark place was nice to visit, but cold. He'd have to rethink that a bit. While he didn't feel temperature differences as extremely as the mortals did, he still felt something. Did she know the cold? Did Brynne feel coolness or heat? He did. Was he supposed to?
She didn't seem too fond of the answer he gave her, just like he had figured she'd react. He wanted more Ambrosia, he wanted to talk about things he was curious about - not things that made him feel as if there was a lifetime of information that Brynne hadn't told him. Tamesis kissed the rim of her glass again as she drank and Grayson dropped his gaze, only to lift his eyes to hers once she spoke.
I think you do have one. I think it is different from mine. After all, it takes something very strong to pull a soul from the darkness, and something equally strong to make it immortal. Grayson's brows knitted together in confusion. "Brynne created me," he said, carefully enunciating each word slowly as if that would help Tamesis understand. He shook his head, empty glass forgotten in his grasp. "I wasn't anything before I was who I am now, who she created me to be." He sounded defensive. He was defensive. He was immortal from the very start, because that's how Brynne had made him.
The divine waved her hand, as if shushing him, as if she were bored with their current topic. It was her turn again, his questioning why he didn't have a life source registering as Grayson's turn in the little game they were playing.
The way she moved, something about it was just---
What is your favorite color? "My...uh," the young Speaker just looked at Tamesis, a bit of confusion reflecting back at her in his bright eyes. I never could pick a favorite color. Most of them look the same in the dark. Your eyes are a pretty color though.
Grayson felt heat rise to his cheeks at the compliment, not sure how to react. "Thank you," he said quietly, thinking about what his favorite color was.
"Blue," he said with a sheepish grin, the color still on his cheeks. But it wasn't because of his eye color. It was for reasons that didn't make sense to the young Speaker. "Like the sea and the sky."
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Post by Tamesis on Sept 6, 2014 22:46:01 GMT -6
"Brynne created me," he said, carefully enunciating each word slowly as if that would help Tamesis understand. He shook his head, empty glass forgotten in his grasp. "I wasn't anything before I was who I am now, who she created me to be."
"...Before ... Before I answer your next question... ah... Let me tell you a little story. One that neither you nor Brynne would have been there to see." She swallowed again, pouring both of them more Ambrosia. She sniffed softly and almost had the glass to her lips again when she started speaking.
"...Once upon a time... far away from this place... there was darkness and there was light... they were sisters, you see. Always beside each other... always together. Where you would find one, there the other would be. When they joined hands... they made a universe. It was a sweet little universe... Tiny, in measure... but inside were the pieces of what would become life. All the divine elements that awoke in that little space... But you see, neither of them alone could have made that universe because every living thing has two things within it. Darkness and light. The oldest gods know this as well. Everything comes from forces that came from the joining of these two. Genesis is... wondrous... but Brynne would not have been able to create you alone. Hell... I can't even do that... and I'm pretty damn impressive, if I do say so myself."
She swallowed thickly, putting on quite the show for him, her hand reaching up to release her hair from it's little updo and let it hang down around her shoulders. "... I mean... If I had someone else... Another immortal... I could do anything, nearly... If I picked the right element... but... I don't know... I was hoping for a future in a different direction..." Her eyes were bright but foggy, like a candle in mist, disguising her true intentions.
Grayson felt heat rise to his cheeks at the compliment, not sure how to react. "Thank you."
Her smile stretched. He was delicious... she could just consume him whole... That blush... so tempting... he was a perfect little flower on the side of the road... and she felt inclined to reach over and pluck him from his sacred place and put him in her hair... It was far to easy to play with this one. Ooooh and when "mommy" found out about tonight... oh that would be a decadent joy all it's own... the thought made her giddy with anticipation. The emotions that would stir... the rage and jealousy... the heartbreak and betrayal... and to think it was all Tamesis' handiwork... it was almost as fun as playing with the mortals... Maybe that was the booze talking? She had consumed quite a bit... Naaaah...
"Blue," he said with a sheepish grin, the color still on his cheeks. But it wasn't because of his eye color. It was for reasons that didn't make sense to the young Speaker. "Like the sea and the sky."
She took a deep breath and exhaled it dreamily. "Blue... the color of peace and sincerity. I don't get to see that color often. Mmm... it suites you... Calm and serene... steadfast and faithful... Though a color that showed strength or sensuality might have worked too... I don't know. You look like you'd be the sort, given the opportunity."
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Post by Grayson on Sept 6, 2014 23:22:23 GMT -6
and i can't understand~ 734 WORDS | TAMESIS | OUTFIT | NOTES |
She gave him more of the golden Ambrosia, then told him a story that she said not even Brynne had been present for. The liquid warmed him up a little more, and he sat quietly sipping away at it while listening to the divine tell a tale older than time. He was always captivated by stories, regardless of how many behavioral patterns he'd picked up from the people of Hryst. He was, in a sense, a child. And children loved stories.
Bits and pieces stood out to the young Speaker as Tamesis spoke about genesis, the creation of all things, the creation of a universe meant for the divines. Every living thing has two things within it. Darkness and light. The oldest gods know this as well. His mind spun with the fabric the story was woven with. If everything had both the light and the dark, did that mean that everything across the nations had a little bit of both? Did he have both? He had thought Brynne to be the brightest light, the woman in white - did she have a darkness within her? Dym's passing had brought a little of what Grayson now perceived as darkness from within the goddess, but surely that was simply from mourning the loss of a brother, right?
The story ended, and Grayson took another drink, mind still picking away at the last bit of the --- he froze, bright eyes on Tamesis as she moved to let down her hair. Brynne would not have been able to create you alone. Brynne would not have been able to create you alone. It felt like his heart had all but stopped beating as he processed what this meant. Tamesis admitted that not even she could just create something - someone from nothing, adding in that she was pretty damn impressive.
She wasn't wrong in that.
Tamesis' hair fell from it's place, cascading down her shoulders and framing her face. But still her words echoed in his head as if she were standing next to him yelling repeatedly into his ear. "Then who helped her?" he asked, the rules of the game lying forgotten in some part of his mind. He knew he was breaking the rules...he just didn't...he didn't care. "If you've really been around as long as you say you have, you'd know, right? If you know, you've gotta tell me."
But soon she was talking about companionship, but companionship in a sense that Grayson didn't know. His relationship with Brynne was a strange one, even for a goddess and her Speaker. Grayson had adored the woman in white the moment he had laid eyes on her, because she was all he knew. She had said she created him. And he had believed her. Now what?
If I had someone else, another immortal, I could do anything, nearly. If I picked the right element but...I don't know. I was hoping for a future in a different direction. Her words confused him, fogging his mind with puzzling riddles that weren't necessarily riddles to begin with. He had more questions. "What element would you pick?"
Her compliment was appreciated, moreso than Tamesis would ever realize. While Brynne often showered him with praise, it was like that of a mother praising her child's crayon drawing than the admiration between two equals. She said that blue was the color of peace and sincerity, and that she didn't get to see that color often. He didn't understand why - she seemed nice enough. Mmm...it suits you. Calm and serene, steadfast and faithful... Grayson shook his head. "I'm not calm," he said with a shrug. "Most of the time I don't know what I'm doing, or what I'm supposed to be doing. I get yelled at, a lot..."
Though a color that showed strength of sensuality might have worked too...I don't know. Grayson didn't know which of the colors would signify those traits...maybe a more vibrant color than blue. Maybe red or orange... Tamesis' next words, however, left him more confused than he'd been since he'd been drawn into the shadows: You look like you'd be the sort, given the opportunity.
Finishing his Ambrosia, Grayson set the empty glass down, fingers tugging and playing at the hem of his shirt - something he'd taken to doing when there was nothing else for his hands to do. "What do you mean? What opportunity?"
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Post by Tamesis on Sept 7, 2014 9:18:42 GMT -6
"Then who helped her? If you've really been around as long as you say you have, you'd know, right? If you know, you've gotta tell me."
Tamesis's eyes locked with his. Did he understand what it was he was asking her? Probably not. She gave a small grin at him and shook her head. "That... is an excellent set of questions..."
She stretched up and pointed at the skyscape above them twirling her fingers softly to dim the stars. As they dimmed, you could see a strange ethereal glow, kind of like the milky way, hidden between the stars. "...Because I have been unable to create life myself... I am curious as well." Tamesis downed the rest of the chalice and glanced back up at the stars. "I've mastered the practice of containing a soul after death and sealing it away to preserve it but I have yet to be able to bring it back to a perfect, immortal life... Mortal reincarnation is easy but it erases the memory... a sort of... preservation for a mortal mind that can't handle the vast amount of memory immortals have... The mind is separate from the soul in that case... and that's not the kind of rebirth I would want. It's... imperfect." Her face was still; for a moment she showed no signs of her supposed intoxication or her usual playful demeanor.
"...There's something I'd like to do with that kind of power... Because assuming she used all the ingredients that are in a natural immortal... she's done something quite interesting indeed..."
"What element would you pick?"
Her eyes slid back over to him, a lucidity there that hadn't been apparent before. His question had touched something inside her for certain. Something she wasn't certain she liked thinking about any more than she liked thinking about her distant past. But he'd asked a fair question... and secretly she was keeping score.
"... If I wished the power to do anything in the universe without cost... I would need the element of light... my opposite, willingly and effectively working with me to do things that neither of us would be able to do alone. Of course... they'd have to be my equal... and that's not likely to happen... So I won't pick a partner based upon that. It's hardly fun... binding myself to someone just to be able to do what I want... It kind of defeats the purpose... Hehe... and most light element gods are either full of themselves or too timid to use their powers... Not really my idea of a good time."
Her eyes were swirling with some dark emotion that would be difficult to pinpoint as she looked up at the strange glow between the stars. She needed more alcohol... something stronger... this stuff wasn't keeping the past in the past and she needed it to stay there...
"What do you mean? What opportunity?"
Apparently she'd missed his modest rebuttal of her evaluation of him. She gave a small smirk, running her free hand down over her hip and then behind her to under the table where she was reaching for a new bottle, her eyes lidded even as she watched him.
"The opportunity to be all the things only an immortal can. There are things only we can experience; things only we can do. Things we are renown for and feared for... but also things that make us happy. You smell of the dirt and flesh that plagues the mortal world. I know you have not experienced such things..."
She pulled out another bottle. But this time rather than being ornate or exciting, it was a simple obsidian black bottle, squat and square with a small cork in the top. When she released the cork however, an enticing perfume filled the air. Jasmin and musk... but then suddenly peppermint and vanilla... something vaguely smokey like incense, but definitely sweet and tempting. The scents were not all equal but they permeated the air almost in rotation as she poured a bit into her chalice. The liquid was dark red and velvety as it flowed. It clung to the sides of the glass when it stirred and dripped back into the bottom slowly.
"...This one is something I've saved for a long time. Once upon a time, I had many admirers who lusted after my gifts and my power. But I don't share very easily... You see, that is when I started making trades. People who are common mortals don't understand why I take away things I would never need or be able to use... but they're wrong... I keep everything I take away... Like this. This is the purest desire and admiration. It's one of the strongest liquors I've found. It never ages. So long as you keep it stirred, it stays fresh as the day it was bottled. If it sits, it stagnates, just like emotions in the human heart. But if it stays stirred... it is potent and sweet... and a different kind of warm than what mortals are used to."
She smiled as she sipped it very delicately, then set the bottle down on the table next to her, looking at Grayson.
"Four answers to four questions and all of them have been honest. More-so than anyone else has received so far."
The goddess then sat up and smiled. "You broke the ruu-uules... so then we have a choice to make. How to punish you... Oh! I know! You can either ... answer five questions...any questions I come up with... or you can take a dare. I'll even make the choice easier for you..." She leaned forward, her face a few inches from his.
"The dare I'll ask you to do... is a kiss. You've been admiring me well enough... and I'm curious what kind of kiss you'd offer. A real, true kiss, mind you. The kind where you embrace a person closely. I won't count it if it's anything less."
She smiled, eyes twinkling obsidian as she played with him. "...and the five questions will be about your soul."
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Post by Grayson on Sept 7, 2014 20:05:08 GMT -6
and i can't understand~ 926 WORDS | TAMESIS | OUTFIT | NOTES |
She didn't know. Grayson searched her eyes. Tamesis didn't know - or else she'd tell him. She launched into another explanation of how things worked, the already dim light dimming even more than it had been before. She said she was curious just like he was, because she couldn't create life on her own.
I've mastered the practice of containing a soul after death and sealing it away to preserve it but I have yet to be able to bring it back to a perfect, immortal life... Had she tried? He wanted to ask, he wanted to know, but he'd already gone over his limit, broken the rules. That wasn't like him. He was obedient. Tamesis spoke about mortal reincarnation, talking about the humans being reborn into different walks of life. It was what he had learned Gareth was given the ability to do - which was information he could have used long before he actually learned it.
Tamesis mentioned that there was something she'd like to do with the power to create something from nothing. ...she's done something quite interesting indeed... The she had to be Brynne, Grayson figured, putting pieces of this confusing puzzle together. He had to be the something interesting, since neither he nor Tamesis seemed to really understand how he had come to be. Oh how he wished he could find Brynne and ask her. Maybe this was what she had been holding back that day on the docks, the day she heard of Dym's death. Was there something that she should have told him then?
The goddess of darkness's answer to what element she would choose...it gave Grayson the chills. She needed her opposite, the light. It made sense to the young Speaker, that the absence of light would need the very thing that it was without, and vice versa. Tamesis needed someone to work with her --
Was that what she was trying to do to him?
Grayson's mind seemed to focus on that thought now, that this was all some sort of trick to get something from him - but then again, what could he possibly have that a goddess as mighty as Tamesis would need? He didn't know. You smell of the dirt and flesh that plagues the mortal world. Grayson felt himself start to get defensive again, but then she followed herself up by saying that she knew he hadn't experienced things reserved only for the divines...
Like what? Other than live eternally and drink until the world's liquor ran dry, what made being an immortal deity so enticing? Grayson had dealt with dark times, times that he thought surely there was another divine better suited for his job...
If he had been keeping count, he would have added another tally mark onto the chart that held the number of bottles Tamesis could practically produce out of thin air. But he wasn't. The smell that came from the small bottle, however, was pleasant, new scents every couple of moments, the smells surrounding him. It wasn't until she poured it into her glass that Grayson's skin started to crawl. It looked like blood.
She had been saving it for a while. He couldn't take his eyes off the dark red liquid as she swirled the glass around. His stomach churned. She made trades for abilities instead of giving gifts. This is the purest desire and admiration... a different kind of warm than what mortals are used to. It sounded...enticing, if Grayson was completely honest. It turned her lips a shade redder
You broke the ruu-uules. She sat up. Her body was so very close to his, and his heart felt like it was threatening to burst right out of his chest. She was punishing him. This was her idea of punishment, punishment for asking too many questions without giving the goddess her due turn. The dare I'll ask you to do...is a kiss. A kiss? The way she held herself, Grayson had a perfect aerial view of her chest. You've been admiring me well enough... Grayson's eyes snapped back up to hers at her words, knowing he'd just been caught. Their noses were almost touching. And I'm curious what kind of kiss you'd offer. A real, true kiss, mind you. The kind where you embrace a person closely. I won't count it if it's anything less. This was all part of the game... He could kiss her, or she'd ask him five questions that he'd have to continue to answer truthfully. He'd seen children in Hryst play a similar game. ...and the five questions will be about your soul.
Something he was curious about as well...he just didn't know what to ask himself...
With his heart pounding in his ears, Grayson could see it play out in his mind. His lips would meet hers, hands finding their way to the small of her back, one hand staying on her soft skin while the other tangled itself in her hair. Would she taste like the blood-like liquid smelled? He imagined that her lips would be warm and wet against his. For a moment, he lost himself in the very thought of kissing her, of holding her in such an intimate embrace.
Pulling away from her to get a bit of distance between them, Grayson kept his eyes on the goddess. He felt strange. How had he known what to do? He'd never kissed anyone in his existence... so where did that scenario come from? It was just like correcting the fisherman who was cleaning the fish incorrectly on the docks of Hryst. Giving his head a quick shake, he decided that he'd worry about that later. The curiosity about the questions regarding his soul... it was killing him. "What are the questions? I'll answer them. I swear."
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Post by Tamesis on Sept 7, 2014 22:41:59 GMT -6
"What are the questions? I'll answer them. I swear."
She stayed still and pouted a little before grinning at him. "Ooooh... Alright then. I guess I'll ask..." Her body leaned back a bit from him and she held the cup to her lips again. "Also... if you want some of this..." She held up the black bottle she was currently enjoying, "...feel free to...ask or request or demand some. I don't mind sharing." She winked and set the bottle back down.
She cleared her throat but her mind was working quickly. She'd felt it in his being. A stirring. Something had happened in those few precious moments it had taken him to decide which he would accept as punishment. Something had kindled in his soul... a convergence? Was he metamorphosing as they spoke into perfection? Was he gaining a knowledge befitting an immortal? Or was he remembering something else? ... She sipped her liquor thoughtfully as she watched him carefully with eyes that nothing hid from.
Tamesis knew she would have to word this carefully so as not to upset the delicate creature she was with. Though she knew that something was different about him and she had ideas as to what it might be now, she couldn't be certain and she didn't want to have to dissect him to find out... Would be best if she could just... jog his memory... keep his trust and this connection for later.
"... My first question... that emotion you just had... that strange one that flickered through your eyes... Why did it appear? I don't think I said anything bad... but you seemed so... I don't know... sad... maybe."
As she waited for his answer she contemplated her next question and then voiced it, again very careful with her wording as she watched his face for clues.
"...Second... Where did you come from? I want details. If you tell me about your home, it might help me figure out your element."
...Or help you remember where you really came from, if that might be the case, she thought to herself. So often she'd followed this path just to be disappointed... She decided then she would listen to his answers before asking any more questions. After all... no need to pay for something freely given. Why waste a wish?
She reclined back on her cushions, still watching him, leaning on one elbow as he answered her. There was heat in her eyes, an intensity and interest that was rare for her. Yet, it was his. If she were disappointed in his answer, she didn't show it. Truly, it would have told her much the same thing. It wasn't the kiss she was interested in. It was his shock at the memory of having been asked. After all... in this body, he had not yet experienced any such thing... yet he was knowledgeable enough to know the visual cues... meaning that the body might be new... but that mind... or maybe that soul... that was not new. It knew more than would an innocent.
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Post by Grayson on Sept 8, 2014 18:47:02 GMT -6
and i can't understand~ 560 WORDS | TAMESIS | OUTFIT | NOTES |
She seemed disappointed, judging by the way her lower lip jutted out a bit in a pout. His shoulders dropped a bit as his fingers played with the hem of his shirt some more, eyes slightly glazed over as they stared down at his hands. He was still caught up in the thought of kissing Tamesis...
If you want some of this, feel free to ask or request or demand some. I don't mind sharing. He brought his eyes up to her face, giving an insignificant nod as a sign that he'd heard her and was acknowledging that he'd heard what she said to him. He really wanted some.
He didn't even care that it looked like blood.
"I'd like some," he said, voice sounding almost distant. Why was he so hung up on the scenario...? A hand left his shirt, reaching for the bottle that Tamesis had set down, pouring a decent amount into his glass. He sipped at it at first, while the goddess asked her first question. He reminded himself to not ask any more of his own questions. This was his punishment.
Would he have liked the other punishment better?
Her first question, Grayson understood almost perfectly. That emotion you just had, that strange one that flickered through your eyes... Why did it appear? I don't think I said anything bad, but you seemed so, I don't know, sad maybe. This needed another drink. The more he drank of the liquid that reminded him of blood, the heavier his limbs felt and the warmer his body felt. "I thought about kissing you," he said, eyebrows pushed together as he deciphered whatever it had been that had played out in his mind. "I really did. I just, I've never kissed anyone." Grayson was nodding as he spoke, as if it would help emphasis what he was saying. "But I knew what to do. I don't know how, and I don't know what happened, but I saw...myself..." The words were difficult to form, even as he put almost all his energy into what he was saying... "...kissing...you..."
He drained the rest of the blood-like liquid from his glass. "I just...I'm wondering how I knew what to do..." Grayson was being very careful in his own wording, making sure he didn't pose a question by accident.
Second, where did you come from? I want details. If you tell me about your home, it might help me figure out your element. Grayson studied Tamesis' face for a little while. "The first thing that I remember is darkness everywhere. Darkness and pain." His blue eyes closed, lids already feeling heavy, as he tried his best to uphold his end of the game and answer the questions as honestly as possible. "It was a biting pain - several times.... I remember... water, lots of it." He was nodding again as he spoke. "Uh," his eyelids twitched as his eyes moved beneath their lids. It was like he was searching for something in that all too familiar darkness.
"I don't remember much," he said with a sigh as he opened his eyes. The young Speaker didn't look at Tamesis. He was disappointed in himself. "I don't, I don't know where I'm from," he said. "Not for sure. It had to be somewhere close to water... I'm sorry, Tamesis. I don't know. I'm sorry."
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Post by Tamesis on Sept 8, 2014 21:52:12 GMT -6
"I'd like some," he said, voice sounding almost distant.
She watched him as he picked up the bottle. She could practically smell the steam coming from his ears as he thought about what she'd presented him with in these last few moments of discussion; could hear the clickity of the gears turning in his head as he examined himself and everything she'd told him. She could see it in his eyes as he downed a bit of the passion flavored liquid. He was wondering if he could change his mind and take the other punishment... She hid her glee at the internal conflict flickering across his face. There would be plenty of time for victory gloating later. For now, she needed him to keep talking.
"I thought about kissing you. I really did. I just, I've never kissed anyone. But I knew what to do. I don't know how, and I don't know what happened, but I saw...myself... ...kissing...you... I just...I'm wondering how I knew what to do..."
"Hmm..." Tamesis put on a look of thoughtfulness and contemplation for his benefit. "...Well... I don't know how kissing customs are in Hyrst... but if they don't confine it to secret places, then I guess you might have seen something. Maybe that's what it is. Or. Maybe you kissed someone before and you just don't remember who." She also took a sip from her chalice but it seemed to have the opposite effect on her than it did him, making her eyes brighter, her cheeks flush and her body glow.
"The first thing that I remember is darkness everywhere. Darkness and pain. It was a biting pain - several times.... I remember... water, lots of it. I don't remember much, I don't, I don't know where I'm from. Not for sure. It had to be somewhere close to water... I'm sorry, Tamesis. I don't know. I'm sorry."
She shook her head. "No, you answered honestly. There's nothing to be sorry about. Although..." The raven haired goddess tilted her head and looked at the floor, as if deeply considering what he'd said. "...Something about what you've said is kind of strange to me... You see... well... it's kind of hard to describe... but..."
The temptress bit her lip and then looked back up at him, her eye reflecting what would appear to be sincerity and genuine concern. "...Usually when an immortal is born... how should I put this... ah... it's a painless thing... and is full of joy and a sort of enlightenment about who they are... the darkness isn't so uncommon... but... your story is a very... different one... For there to be so much confusion and pain... those things are usually what a mortal feels... The confusion at being born... the lack of understanding of what they are... of where they are..." She shook her head running her hand through her hair. "I'm sorry... I've said something strange, haven't I?"
She sipped again on her chalice, this time a soft red lip print being left on the rim from her drink. The temptress licked her lips then and tilted her head, cupping her chin with a hand as if considering her next question carefully.
"Well... uhm... How about the time you do remember. Do you know how long it's been, the time you've been awake?" She adjusted herself again, seemingly getting restless and tugging at her shirt to "cool off."
The dark woman was having trouble wrapping her head around what it could be she was dealing with. She was certain she was getting close to the answer, but it couldn't be what she was thinking... She'd attempted that route and it hadn't done anything for her... unless there was something more to this...
"...Has Brynne ever forbidden you to do or have anything?" That was another question she wondered. To have such a thing might mean that her little creation had a weakness. If that were the case, this whole exercise might end in failure anyway. She smirked softly.
"...Hm... and the last question... Are you afraid of kissing me?" her grin was wide and sensual, but the question was one that she played with since he had refused her. He had displayed a want, sure, but he hadn't explained what had stopped him. Not really. Having kissed someone before didn't count as a reason not to want to kiss Tamesis after all the liquor he'd had and how much he was drawn to her. Something was keeping him in line... and she was curious if it was fear of Brynne... or something else.
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Post by Grayson on Sept 9, 2014 13:06:14 GMT -6
and i can't understand~ 643 WORDS | TAMESIS | OUTFIT | NOTES |
She watched him. A lot. But it was like she was studying him; as if there was something she could learn from him by simply observing him. Hmm... was the only thing to escape her lips for a bit of time. She admitted that she didn't know the ways of Hryst when it came to public affection, suggesting that perhaps he saw a couple kissing and that's how he knew what to do.
Grayson shook his head at that. Or. He became still. She had another possible explanation. Maybe you kissed someone before and you just don't remember who. Again, Gray shook his head. "But I would remember something like that," he protested. "It's not like it's something that's easy to forget." Right? He was wondering himself, but dared not say anything remotely similar to a question. "I could feel it," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Part of him wanted to, though. Part of him wanted to break the rules again. Just for another chance...
While he was busy being disappointed in himself for not being able to answer Tamesis' question, she was shaking her head, her dark hair waving like a curtain. No, you answered honestly. There's nothing to be sorry about. Although...something about what you've said is kind of strange to me. She was having difficulty finding the words to use.
Just like Brynne had when he had started questioning his origin.
Usually when an immortal is born - how should I put this...ah - it's a painless thing, and is full of joy and a sort of enlightenment about who they are. The darkness isn't so uncommon, but your story is a very different one. He saw the concern written on her face - should he be as worried as she seemed to be? "It can't be too different..." he said, but there was no sentiment, no emotion in his voice. The doubt that had started as a small seed of apprehension had blossomed into an entire root system of skepticism. If there wasn't something wrong with him, with his creation and his very existence, then why would he even be discussing that with Tamesis now? For there to be so much confusion and pain, those things are usually what a mortal feels. The confusion at being born, the lack of understanding of what they are, of where they are... Time could have stopped, the world could have ended, and Grayson wouldn't have noticed it. How could he?
His world felt like it had just been shattered.
She was playing with her hair. I'm sorry, I've said something strange, haven't I? Was she counting that as one of her questions? "No," he said, voice empty.
It looked like Tamesis noticed the effect that her words had had on the young Speaker. She fumbled with her next question. How about the time you do remember. Do you know how long it's been, the time you've been awake? He knew this answer. "It was cold," he said quietly, doing some quick calculations in his head. "Nine months. Maybe only eight."
The divinity tugged on her shirt, Gray's eyes slid to her chest again. It was welcoming, suggestive... Went along with how she had offered him a kiss...
He should have taken her up on that offer...
Has Brynne ever forbidden you to do or have anything? "No," he answered almost immediately, voice still distant. It was too difficult for him, too surreal, to even think about not being what Brynne said he was. "She doesn't answer sometimes. Not since Dym died."
Are you afraid of kissing me? His eyes moved to hers, taking in the expression on her face. She was smiling, but it wasn't a kind smile. It had the same calling to him as her chest did... "No," he said again. And Grayson left it at that.
HAYANA OF CAUTION 2.0
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