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The dove is oblivious to her lover’s inner musings, nor would she have understood even if she had been privy to them. Rasta had always proven herself a very good friend, and though the angel wished that she had made it home before going to the Falls, she had been on the brink of collapse when she had been found. Would she have made it home, if not for Rasta? Possibly – but would she have wanted him to see her in such a state? No. No, Rasta had, in her mind, saved her a great deal of humiliation and, perhaps, from the jaws of death – there was no one kinder or more helpful than she had been to the wounded mare. She is not aware of the tense relationship between Gaucho and Midas; nor is she aware that he feels betrayed by the perceived desertion of Africa. She did not know that appearing there, rather than in the Dragon’s Throat, might have signaled a change in her alliance to her khal; and even if he had put the notion into words, she wouldn’t have known whether to laugh or be offended. The concept of leaving the Throat willingly was laughable – had she not done enough to prove her loyalty? Had she not shown him, time and again, that home is where she wanted to be? That home was by his side in the desert, and nowhere else? But she hadn’t really had the chance to prove herself, had she? So if she had been able to read his thoughts, or been told of the mixture of emotions he is feeling, she would have had very little ability to defend herself. Still, as his wings encircle her as they have done so many times before, she feels herself relax into his hold, pressing closer and breathing him in. Together, he whispers, and despite her reservations she allows the warmth of his promise to reverberate through her very soul. The moment lingers, and is broken by a fresh sob, to which he voices the one question she has been dreading. ”I know about Skysong,” she admits, a whisper into his mane. ”But I also know it wasn’t really you,” she adds vehemently. ”I – I can visit her, you know, in the spirit world; such is my magic. She is with her sister now…” She pauses, waiting for her sobs to quiet; and when they do, she finds herself washed clean, as though her pain has been taken from her. The anger is there, anger at the gods for allowing such atrocities to happen by the hoof of one of their own. She is determined that the Moon Goddess should one day pay for her actions, but she also knows better than to try to take vengeance on a deity. Especially by herself. ”Are we together?” she asks suddenly, continuing to substitute words from his native tongue to convey her meanings more precisely. ”I love you. You are my khal. Once, I was your khaleesi. I am no longer queen, though I will be again… but that isn’t enough, Gaucho. If I’m yours, and you’re mine, I want to be only yours and I want you to be only mine. Being taken… I am not content to continue as we have, falling apart and coming back together. Either we are together, really together, or we aren’t. I am yours. I have been since the day we met, and I will be still, from this day until my last.” She pulled away to look him in the eye. ”Are you mine?” "Talk talk talk." @Gaucho |
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sail [Gaucho] - by Sohalia - 02-25-2015, 03:52 PM
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RE: sail [Gaucho] - by Gaucho - 03-06-2015, 11:03 AM
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