to Anatole, my firestarter;
Posted by Ilium on December 9, 2008, 11:02 pm
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- She presses blindly against the stallion, aware only of the charred scent of his skin and of the way his chest rises and falls. It's a vulnerability she's not used to. Quietly, patiently, she had pushed down the startling ache she'd felt in his absence; now that he is back, a storm rises and falls in her blood, and she's taken by surprise. So much has gone on in his absence; Betrayal's claim on her, the Hounds (and for a moment the sound of screams runs through her mind, the sight of Hounds, her Hounds, surging towards the Solirans, and later the memory of her own people attacked by Elemmire), Ozymandias' ascension to the throne, Stelios' disappearance (though Ilium herself is unaware of this still). Listening to his explanation, she laughs at his throaty growl, releasing her fierce hold to twine around his body. She remembers the way he always chafed against his mother's will. Ilium rubs her head against his, nipping gently at his jaw and throat in affection and something distinctly resembling desire. "I know," she admits at last, sighing a wildflower breath. "I love you too, of course," she says with a smile, and leans into him. "My firestarter." Another quiet, breathy sigh, a peace lingering in her eye that hasn't existed for some time. Ilium, the dark silver huntress, pushes away all thoughts of slavery and enemies for now; she flees from the black thoughts, and takes refuge in his warm skin.
ILIUM
And the sea with its deepness,
And the rocks with their steepness,
And the earth with its starkness;
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