Witchling Heart [Will & Wisti]
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				Title: <strong>Witchling Heart [Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 05:49:27</strong>
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				Waves rocked and rolled beneath the ship, carrying it forward thankfully, away from the continent of Mina and toward Gith, toward the Republic of Lynn, toward her home. Rivanea Lethandolir leaned against the railing and watched as the arid southern continent that had been her home for so long vanished from sight, her jade eyes heavy with thoughts of all that had passed since the last time she had sailed these same seas. Life had changed when she had come to Mina, to the Fire Coven in the great southern desert of Aal, and it had changed again when she had been set on this journey to return back to the family and homeland she could barely remember at times. She had not seen Lynn since she had been only nine years old; now she was over a decade older and different. One of her hands raised from where they had been braced on the ships railing to touch the packet of letters hidden within her coat, letters from her mother and her brother. <br><br>Lisette had written to her youngest daughter every month for the past sixteen years, it was hard to imagine the fact that the graceful young mother she remember was over forty now. There were letters from her brother as well, Raul, the sibling she had always been closest to growing up, the one to teach her the runes of Mori, to teach her to read and count and center herself. Her sister's had never bothered to write often, Renee and Celeste had both married to great acclaim and made strong alliances for the House of Lethandolir. Raul was a famed scholar, often a favorite of the Lady of Lynn and she knew from her mother's letters that many thought her brother might well wed there as Consort to the Lady who ruled their country. <br><br>All of her family's lives had passed without her, at least for the most part, she was the one far away, sent to train the magic that was too great for what their small country could handle. <br><br>She was twenty five now, a woman grown. Renee and Celeste, twins, were both thirty, matrons and respectable, Raul was twenty eight, past time to wed but then he been one of impossibly refined taste and academic mind, thus the reason he had so long clung to his bachelorhood. Odd to think that it was the Lady of Lynn herself who would catch her brother's heart, and that she knew not from her mother's letters but from his. For so long they had talked about what they would do once she came home, once she was given leave to from the Elder's of the Coven. Now she had, though she was not sure it was a good thing, after all she had been pressed into it and found herself with a Consort of her own. She could only hope that Lisette and the rest of the family received her hastily penned letter before she arrived herself with a Consort in tow. She who had vowed never to take another's life joined with hers. And now she had two. <br><br>If she could have found the humor in it she would have laughed herself silly, Raul certainly would. They were too alike she and her brother. <br><br>Still there was more importance to his marriage then her own love issues, after all he was the heir to their father's work; and Savino and Lisette were famous for the great love match of Lynn, merchant and noble merged in love, it was part of the reason that her family was so well liked and celebrated, they represented the best of what Lynn stood for, small though it was. She didn't know if she fit into that anymore, she was just one more Witch from the Fire Coven, and not overly talented in Fire, rather Spirit and Air. The auburn haired woman let the hand drop from the concealed letters to toy with a strand of the silk of her hair, thinking of her life and how vastly different it had been from what it could have been had she stayed in Lynn. She couldn't help the worries about fitting into her family, it would be easier to stay in Aal but after she had gone out against orders to try and aid with the Anahenraki's staged rebellion against the false God King and nearly gotten killed by a errant blast of dragonfire the Elder's had wanted her safe. Or rather a certain Elder's son had. <br><br>Raider's, savages, in northern Caelit had nearly seen her 'safe' road come to an end, and had found her soul bound to a second man. <br><br>Her thoughts moved back toward that terrifying moment, not the first attack of the raiders, no. She had ridden ahead, restless and annoyed with her Consort and had found herself surrounded by Raider's who thought to take a single noble lady alone and use her as they would. What they hadn't expected was for her to be a Witch, and a decently powerful one at that. Or to have Corren come charging in on his war steed and lay waste to them with that massive sword of his. What she hadn't expected was for Kadir to be the distraction to give Corren the upper hand. Kadir was only, had only been a groom, her friend, her first lover; foolish foolish man. <br><br>At least now he was almost healed, thanks to a steady flow of her magic.<br><br>She heard footsteps coming close to her, it was a sound that meant she would no longer be alone but she stayed where she was as if she didn't care. If it was a crew member they would leave her be, half out of superstition about her being female and half out of fear of her being a witch. Corren, she assured herself, had nothing to lecture her about at the moment, she had been extremely well behaved. For now. The witch found her thoughts dancing through memories again, back to that stolen moment at the bottom of a hill in the northern part of Aal, just before Caelit and the harbor they had sailed from and yet after the raiders. <br><br><em>He lay beneath her, the annoying oaf, her Consort. Corren knew all the worse parts of her too well, the pettiness she indulged in, the way she pushed at him. Yet laying over his body, her skirts tangled with his legs from their tumble down the hill after their shouting match, Rivanea paused, caught by the blue of his gaze. Corren was everything she had never wanted, or rather, everything she had but never felt she deserved. He was a true warrior, he was responsible, he always carried out his duty and did so with such seriousness, he made her feel all the more vapid for her own delights. Made her aware of all the gaping flaws in herself, things she tried to hide by flirting, by smiling and laughing and never being serious. The deep blue of his eyes saw her with a clarity that she normally avoided with everyone else.<br><br>Slowly she leaned down, brushing her lips against his, and she saw the shock in his gaze, felt it through their bond. She had never given him an inkling of how his body made her thoughts wander, of how ever since the day she had woken safely in the Coven after the battle with Godking, after the dragons had descended upon Aal, and seen him, she had wanted him. He was her Consort, her protector, and in truth, Rivanea wanted him to be that, but she wasn't sure she was good enough. For this one moment she forgot that though, and with the soft touch of her lips she begged him to forgive her. Rivanea could not find the words within herself to do so, to try and mend the relationship she had never let get started because of her fears.<br><br>His lips opened for her, his hands moved to grasp her waist to his body and she melted into him, their tongues dancing together slowly. The kiss was tender, shy, Rivanea was nervous, for the first time she could remember a kiss held so much more meaning then just a kiss, and she gave of herself to him as he took and led her deeper into the moment. His eyes sank shut, and then the jade of her own was covered as her eyelids sank down. She tasted him on her lips, and felt the warm sun on their back, the scent of him, of man and leather, and of the grass crushed beneath them.<br><br>Just for this one moment.</em><br><br>Things were at an odd sort of truce between them for now, since that stolen kiss that neither of them spoke of. She no longer flaunted the orders he set for her safety nor used her magic to send bugs and other slight annoyances at him; and in return he at least attempted to be patient with her. Comprise, uncertain though they were of each other it was there and while they were still very wary it was better, somehow. But could it remain so? She was going home to her family that she had not seen in over a decade, with not one man but two when she had never talked of any man. And she was the daughter of one of the most powerful family's in Lynn, one man would have been bad enough, two would set the city's tongues talking. She let her chin rest in her hands as she gazed at the water with a melancholic sigh. <br><br>"You always look so very beautiful. Enough to break a man's heart and steal his sense." Kadir's voice broke through her thoughts and she straightened, turning to him with a smile easy on her lips and a laugh dancing in the air. <br><br>"Yes well your taste is not hard to measure up to my foolish groom." She teased back, not wanting to be serious, not wanting to acknowledge the glimmer of concern for her that lay in his eyes. But this was them, they teased, they danced around what hurt, they didn't talk, he knew she feared it and he never pressed. What they felt always lay deep and never rose to the surface. They both had their own scars and it was Kadir who probably understood her better then anyone save Raul. <br><br>"Vixen." He said the word as scolding but she knew it for endearment even as he pulled her into his arms. Rivanea wrinkled her nose at him, expressing her opinion of his pet name as her hand went to touch where the arrow had pierced his side. <br><br>"Some thanks for the one who saved your life."<br><br>"You wouldn't take true thanks, just brush it off with a laugh. So instead I offer..." he moved quickly, his hands tangling in her long unbound hair and pulling her head toward his, his lips crushing hers with such a control fire until she gave way to his unspoken demand with a soft sound in the back of her throat as he poured his feelings and worries into his lips and she replied, unable to help it. This, this was the language that she spoke best in, always had since she was seventeen had had first tumbled into his bed. But it left so much unsaid. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Witchling Heart [Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Will</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 22:34:37</strong>
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				Corren had little love for sea travel, and there was no hiding it. He hated being cramped into such a small space for so long.&nbsp; It had its upside, however.&nbsp; For a time, all the frustrated and confused thoughts that had been plaguing him were washed away, displaced by a singular feeling of impatience. It was surprisingly pleasant.<br><br>It was warm, at least, and the briny scent of the ocean was strong on the wind that whipped across the deck of the ship. The Aal-trained swordsman had little knowledge of nautical matters, but he felt sure that with such a favorable wind they would be arriving soon. And then things would be better, certainly.&nbsp; Rivanea would be whipped up in the social morass of her homeland, and Corren would be able to fade into the background, away from her, away from the intense frustration she caused him. <em>How could she do that? She couldn't mean it... trying to make me pliable, I know it.</em>&nbsp; Their kiss at the foot of the hill had been such a relief at the time, like a dam of tension and awkward frustration bursting wide open.&nbsp; It had only made things worse since.&nbsp; Corren could still feel her weight on him, the soft curve of her hips under his touch, and the touch of her lips to his.&nbsp; The memories seemed to come to him at the most inopportune moments.<br><br>No. Corren shoved those thoughts aside and sneered at the bow in general distaste. The large man felt more and more trapped on the boat every day, every hour, a kind of helplessness that he loathed. They would be there soon, but never soon enough for him. Then he would be able to relax. Rivanea would have no enemies in Lynn, surely, at least none who intended her physical harm. She had no desire for power or position there. With any luck, Corren could go the entirety of the visit without interacting with her. <em>She won't twist me around her finger, I'll see to that.</em><br><br>The irritation welled up in him again, and Corren sighed. He headed for the stern, hoping to find some space to practice his forms, and to clear his mind. The sway of the craft would provide a good chance to practice his balance. He only hoped he wouldn't run into Rivanea on his way.<br><br>He was not so lucky. As Corren pulled his heavy blade from the scabbard on his back, stepping out into the space of the deck, he saw her leaned against the railing and frowned. She wasn't alone. Kadir had her in his arms, and she seemed very content there. Corren's chest tightened as his frown deepened, and his knuckles paled as his grip tightened on the handle of his sword. He set about practicing, working with a fervor as he swung in wide arcs and stepped hard into each stroke. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Witchling Heart [Will &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 09:33:03</strong>
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				The kiss lingered, stealing thought and breath, stealing sense away; it was how their kisses often were and she was grateful for it for in Deril's mysteries she was able to loose the need to mask herself, or perhaps find the truth of how the mysterious Goddess veiled herself and became desire personified for each person, god or man, that she stood before. It had to end though, as all such things do and air was needed, so their lips left each others and the witch found herself inhaling shakily as she came back to herself, her jade eyes opening to fix on the man who had been her first lover and was perhaps her closest thing to a friend. The sensation of his passions were singing through her now due to the bond they shared; a bond likely to cause her no end of trouble once she finally did return to the Coven. It wasn't normal for a Witch to have more then one Consort and while Corren was still and perhaps would always be accorded that title by right Kadir was still something 'other', and a groom, not a warrior. <br><br>The slight change in the way he looked at her let her know he sensed where her thoughts had gone, though she wondered then if it was due to the new bond or just how well he apparently knew her. Lately he had revealed more of his understanding of her and her actions then before, or perhaps she was simply more aware of it, because of the bond. One reason could readily be the other and she had no way to know for sure but to ask him. Which of course she would not do. <br><br>His lips quirked in a smile, that daring familiar light in his eyes as she knew he was going to say something outlandish, something to push at her and make her do something different. Like the time he had dared her to go flirt with a once Consort, a man who was somber and grim for his loss yet still dedicated to the Covens. She had in turn dared him to kiss an Elder; he had pulled off his end better then she had. "Riva...why are you so cold toward Corren? I don't understand it now, you did not change in how you treated me once I woke with the Consort bond."<br><br>Of all the things he could have said, of all the things she had expected him to say that was not one of them she had ever thought to hear from his lips; for a moment she just stared at him in sock though her features schooled by years of Coven training in how to maintain serenity even when the world crumpled around oneself. She felt now as if she had had a cliffside ripped out from under her but it didn't show, suddenly she was thanking her teachers mentally. However she doubted he would have any issue reading her emotions due to the bond, it took too much energy to mostly block both of her 'Consorts' and so she had stopped warding her emotions from Kadir, thinking him safe. Mostly, still she managed to hold back some to herself. There was a sound then, a sword cutting through the sea air that drew her eyes up and outward from him, to Corren where he was practicing though thankfully it was far enough to insure that he could not hear the words she and Kadir exchanged. She gave him the simplest truth she could. <br><br>"Because I chose you, I did not chose him."<br><br>"Ah." One word, but she saw the understanding in his eyes, the knowledge of her memories of her trip to the Coven, of the way she had been treated because she was not powerful enough by the reckoning of the Warrior caste who had brought her in, her powers were odd, not strong. Disappointment. She relived that moment again briefly and hated it all the more. He knew that half the reason, if not more, that she had become the way she was was in defiance to the strict orders of conduct and ideas of propriety that the Coven wished to instill in its 'daughters'. He knew that choice was something she would never surrender willingly to anyone, regardless of if she surrendered her body in bed and even that had to be her choice and hers alone. <br><br>"Its not his fault then."<br><br>Rivanea's eyes flew to Kadir then, jade snapping dangerously with anger and frustration. "I would say it is, he is the one that let his mother force the issue, let the Elders pressure us. He had his choice of Daughters of the Coven, why would he chose me the one who wanted nothing to do with him? He forced the issue then, when I rejected him by declaring before the court that I was not fit to take care of myself!"<br><br>"And yet witchling you would have not had him carry you back home after you were wounded and near dead? Not watch over you like a hawk to make sure you recovered? He seems to have offered a great deal of himself..."<br><br>"All to be a Consort! A Consort! Not even mine in particular, for he does not know me, did not know me then and certainly does not now."<br><br>Her lover's eyes narrowed then, the dark depths gleaming with enlightenment at her words. "So it is part that then as well? No choice on your part in your mind but also that you fear it is merely what you are and not who that drove him to it?"<br><br>Angry, affronted she turned giving him her back to stare at the waves again as she tried to breath and control the temper that lurked just under her skin wanting to burst outward. "I suppose it doesn't matter, not really. I am a Witch and he is my Consort now, there is no undoing Goddess blessed bonds. And I am a Witch before all else, I will not dishonor my vows..." her tone was aching, slightly bitter and she left him then, needing to get away. Her feet carried her down the edge of the boat, away from both him and Corren. Suddenly it felt like there were too many men on the ship. She reached inside herself then, a touch reckless and uncaring of it as she spun out power from her Chalice and wove Air to her biding to snap the sails fuller and speed them to land. At least on land she could hide behind other things, like at the end of their journey, her family. <br><br>Rivanea had happily embraced the parts of being Witch that she had enjoyed long ago, but others she had abstained from, not it seemed pointless, for what she was was what mattered to everyone else, that one title, witch, and the fact that she was a three caste and of the Air made her valuable, made her important. Made witch important. Perhaps it was time she started to focus on that as everyone else seemed to and forget the parts of her that she held away from the world. <br><br>Perhaps. 
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