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Prompt #20: Bisect
Z,
Since the day you died, half of me has gone with you. I wonder if you felt the same way on that first day I found you? Did you feel guilt to have been the only one to survive? Did you feel you failed them? Did you wish to trade your life for any of theirs? Your sister, perhaps? Why did you never mention her to me? I can’t be cross with you. There’s a lot I never had the chance to mention to you. But now you’re gone, and so to is a part of me, and buried with us are all the secrets we’d never shared with each other.
My father took more from me than just my hand. I suppose that’s the way it works, isn’t it? He took your life. Even though Aelius had given him all his love and loyalty, of what did he rob his eldest son? Dignity, happiness, his own identity? As much as I resent the man, I do pity him. And Atlas, who never even had the chance to meet our father? He was cheated out of his parents, cheated out of the knowledge of who he is and where he came from, cheated out of a childhood. Even young Valerius, who I’ve never met and hope I never shall, what has been stolen from him already? His father, his family? What a fate to befall so young a child, an at the hands of a father he will be too young to even recall.
Parents are supposed to give to their children. Why, then, did he only take? Why did he who was meant to nurture destroy all we held dear? I’ve often thought it was this blood in my veins that was cursed, but how then to explain your misfortune when we’d not a drop in common? Perhaps it was only a relation to Stanislas that held the curse. After all, his wives fared little better, one a widow grieving one child and raising another herself, the other dead at her husband’s hands--indirectly, or perhaps directly.
If I ever bear children
Can I still have children?
Will they inherit this foul blood of my lineage? What have I inherited?
Will I take or will I give?
Perhaps, for their sake, I shouldn’t chance to discover the answer.
Character: Arshtat Ejinn
Location: The Broken Horn, Mist
Tags: Mention of @thrillofbattle
When he kissed her, she always fell apart. Her body gave way under his hands, his lips. He had learned every place of her, by heart. And she had learned all the pieces of him.
He took care to give attention to all of her. Sometimes it was a gentle thing, sometimes less so, but it was never without the both of them giving everything to each other. He favored her hips tonight, calloused fingers running along the edge where scale gave way to delicate skin.
The fingers always led the lips, the tongue. Warm and wet, he broke her apart along her stomach and up. There he met the scar, the scar that nearly bisected her body across the heart. His mouth would follow that too, always slowing, more careful, like he was making an offering upon a shrine.
And when he had given it enough, the trail led next up to her neck. She submitted as naturally as breathing. She knew him. Her body knew him. Two brought into one.
It always ended upon her lips. Languid and soft. They would tangle upon the bed, both of them open and spent. Sleep would come and then the morning. And she fell apart all over again.
The scents of old leather, herbs and the subtle sweetness of beeswax hung in the air as Sana entered her beloved work-space. Familiar to her, the scents were comforting and a welcome part of the little sanctuary A’sana had created for her work. They also acted to help separate her mind from the mundane, away from the life she had cultivated for herself that wasn’t part of the things she studied.
It was as if a neat line had been drawn at some point and parts of her fell neatly on one side of that line or the other. In her work space, she was unfettered, free to study the magics she wished, unhindered by all the worries of the everyday. She walked an even finer line between finding knowledge and finding the madness in the abyss she looked into. She knew the magics she worked with, that she willingly threw herself into could and would consume her if she was careless but that was part of the appeal of them. The allure of the dangerous and the unknown.
On the other side of that neat little line, she was as domestic as one could expect an ex-grifter and criminal. She tended to the home she shared with the loves of her life, kept ledgers for her varied ventures into investments that kept gil coming in, tended to her son and so much more. She was a wife, a mate and a mother. A sister to her siblings of choice. A lover. There were so many threads in that other part of her life that kept the things she did in that work-space fettered and restrained from ever truly being her main focus.
For so long she’d split her life in two, keeping parts of herself hidden out of self preservation. The things she was willing to do, to embrace weren’t often accepted by the world as a whole. She’d found a family that was willing to accept what she was, but that didn’t mean that she’d lost the need to keep herself split. She’d neatly divided herself like a coin into two faces of one whole.
Her mind wandered as she moved to gather the materials she’d need for the days workings, the familiar touch of wax candles and crystals under her fingers comforting and grounding. She wondered what would push her to bring those two parts together, throw caution aside and let this darker part of her bleed into the life it didn’t belong in. Delesta had cautioned her to be careful with her endeavors into learning more about their fallen tribe, but beloved mate feared the wrong aspect of what she was.
Setting the various bits and bobs for the ritual she’d be casting that day in place, she realized it would take something drastic to bring those two parts of her together. Something life shattered to make her embrace that growing darkness within her. She prayed it never happened as she wasn’t sure what would remain of her when the dust finally settled after something like that. Though, she was curious what strange amalgamation would form if it ever happened, ever curious about the things she shouldn’t be curious about.
