07-19-2018, 11:25 AM
Valeriya gasped with excitement and bounded out of the bed, heedless of her nakedness. Armande laughed, appreciating the energy- and the view. So beautiful. He stretched his long legs and arms. A lion lounging in the shade, knowing the fight was coming soon. He felt good, luxuriating in bed. Youthful. Virile. She did that. He was 30 again, the weight of the world comfortable on his shoulders. Pride. On their shoulders.
Jova had been his last partner. Even his daughter, Lissandra, had only been his student. The pain of her loss- her death- washed over him and this time he let it fill him. He did not wall it away.
The two sensations, the pleasure of Valeriya and the pain of Lissandra, volcanic lava and frozen blizzard, warred, pushing and pulling against each other, a swirling storm engine bringing him to life.
And he could bear all of it. Lissandra no longer had to be hidden from him. She was the embodiment of his fight against evil. The magnitude of the pain of his loss, the greatest he had or would ever experience.
And Valeriya held his heart. She was his future, his very queen. His whip and his student. His lover and his friend. The greatest joy he would ever know.
He could contain it all. Indeed, it was strange, but the two experiences together only served to heighten his attention on the present. He felt more than he ever thought possible, as if every sensation, every beat of his heart, every thread of emotion, every touch and taste, were accentuated. As if he had been deaf and only saw black and white and now the full gradient range of color and sound, the symphonic music of life, were opened to him in all its glory.
She returned, bloodstone clasped to her chest, her eyes blazing with fire. I could burn in those eyes.
She sank to her knees and closed her eyes, breath going still. Armande sat up, watched intently. She was communing with the universe. He felt his heart pound, racing to a gallup. The divine was in this room. Not the pathetic power of the gods. God. Fate. Kismet. Archon. Aeon. Intelligence to the infinite degree. Not the first order of infinity, Aleph-null. Rather, Omega, the infinity of infinities.
He could almost feel the room warping, expanding, as if the presence was simply too big, the cloud that filled the Temple of Jerusalem at Solomon's dedication. Words floated through his mind. But will God indeed dwell on the earth? Behold, the heaven- and heaven of heavens!- cannot contain thee; how much less this house that I have built?
She was whispering, so very quiet, and yet her words were as clear to him as if she shouted. He felt his heart stir, felt the joy of victory, could see it, could taste it. He rose slowly, settled next to her on the floor. Physically, he saw nothing in the stone, nothing in the room. But there was a pressure against his mind all the same.
The stone was in her hands and she tilted her head, as if to get a better look. How long she stared, he did not know. And then she lowered the stone, green eyes sharpened on him, a wicked smile splitting her lips.
And then she spoke, water to his parched soul. He smiled, blue eyed fire meeting green eyed fire, heart exploding in triumph. She had seen it. She had found the key.
He found his hands cupping her face gently as he kissed her, wanted to merge with her, this goddess in human form, to glory in her, to worship her. Their breathes mingled.
~^~
It was cold when they stepped outside. The moon was high in the sky, a waning crescent. The ambient light drowned out much of the stars, though his eyes would soon adjust. It was not visible, but he knew what direction the Kremlin was, could imagine a straight path, a magnetic lay line, connecting them to Apollyon. He could almost see the decadence, the hedonistic glorying of men playing god, their sycophantic worshipers thronging around them.
And for some reason, he wasn't angry. He felt peace and calm wash over him. Valeriya's small hand was tucked into his.
They walked to the empty lot where not long ago, he and Valeriya had very nearly consummated their union. Not long ago. A lifetime ago. It had been worth the wait. The taste of her was still on his lips and tongue.
There, under the open sky, they stopped. He pulled the tablet from his bag, along with his notes. He smiled at her, pulled her close with one arm. "Are you ready?"
Edited by Regus, Jul 19 2018, 08:25 PM.
Jova had been his last partner. Even his daughter, Lissandra, had only been his student. The pain of her loss- her death- washed over him and this time he let it fill him. He did not wall it away.
The two sensations, the pleasure of Valeriya and the pain of Lissandra, volcanic lava and frozen blizzard, warred, pushing and pulling against each other, a swirling storm engine bringing him to life.
And he could bear all of it. Lissandra no longer had to be hidden from him. She was the embodiment of his fight against evil. The magnitude of the pain of his loss, the greatest he had or would ever experience.
And Valeriya held his heart. She was his future, his very queen. His whip and his student. His lover and his friend. The greatest joy he would ever know.
He could contain it all. Indeed, it was strange, but the two experiences together only served to heighten his attention on the present. He felt more than he ever thought possible, as if every sensation, every beat of his heart, every thread of emotion, every touch and taste, were accentuated. As if he had been deaf and only saw black and white and now the full gradient range of color and sound, the symphonic music of life, were opened to him in all its glory.
She returned, bloodstone clasped to her chest, her eyes blazing with fire. I could burn in those eyes.
She sank to her knees and closed her eyes, breath going still. Armande sat up, watched intently. She was communing with the universe. He felt his heart pound, racing to a gallup. The divine was in this room. Not the pathetic power of the gods. God. Fate. Kismet. Archon. Aeon. Intelligence to the infinite degree. Not the first order of infinity, Aleph-null. Rather, Omega, the infinity of infinities.
He could almost feel the room warping, expanding, as if the presence was simply too big, the cloud that filled the Temple of Jerusalem at Solomon's dedication. Words floated through his mind. But will God indeed dwell on the earth? Behold, the heaven- and heaven of heavens!- cannot contain thee; how much less this house that I have built?
She was whispering, so very quiet, and yet her words were as clear to him as if she shouted. He felt his heart stir, felt the joy of victory, could see it, could taste it. He rose slowly, settled next to her on the floor. Physically, he saw nothing in the stone, nothing in the room. But there was a pressure against his mind all the same.
The stone was in her hands and she tilted her head, as if to get a better look. How long she stared, he did not know. And then she lowered the stone, green eyes sharpened on him, a wicked smile splitting her lips.
And then she spoke, water to his parched soul. He smiled, blue eyed fire meeting green eyed fire, heart exploding in triumph. She had seen it. She had found the key.
He found his hands cupping her face gently as he kissed her, wanted to merge with her, this goddess in human form, to glory in her, to worship her. Their breathes mingled.
~^~
It was cold when they stepped outside. The moon was high in the sky, a waning crescent. The ambient light drowned out much of the stars, though his eyes would soon adjust. It was not visible, but he knew what direction the Kremlin was, could imagine a straight path, a magnetic lay line, connecting them to Apollyon. He could almost see the decadence, the hedonistic glorying of men playing god, their sycophantic worshipers thronging around them.
And for some reason, he wasn't angry. He felt peace and calm wash over him. Valeriya's small hand was tucked into his.
They walked to the empty lot where not long ago, he and Valeriya had very nearly consummated their union. Not long ago. A lifetime ago. It had been worth the wait. The taste of her was still on his lips and tongue.
There, under the open sky, they stopped. He pulled the tablet from his bag, along with his notes. He smiled at her, pulled her close with one arm. "Are you ready?"
Edited by Regus, Jul 19 2018, 08:25 PM.