A Thousand Years, Christina Perri (via getup-getwithit) —
Ever so close, a warmth that would not go unnoticed. Ringlets of the starlight, those pastel gold waves that flowed over an ocean of ivory skin. Moonbeams would be put to shame upon witnessing this dance of light. Myriads of pale shades, peaches and cream just thieving his eyes. Captivated he was. Drawn. Slender digits twitching around the enshrined bounty that begged to prod and smooth tips over those glades of fawn skin. Perse honeyed lips that hugged each word she would chime would bewitch. His heartstrings strummed like a cherished harp. So compelled he was to allow the luscious fruit to fall so he could just hold her gentle hand. To dream of running a thumb over those mellow slopes for knuckles. Ultramarine pools would never avert, not in the presence of his Goddess. Whispers would fall upon them, his velvet verse just fluttering against the surface of the plum gift. “Are you sure that one fruit will suffice? I may consume it all before you do.”
Beam did the knight of the deity, enjoying the sweet banter between her and her purpose— a new purpose was bestowed upon her this day; to be a doting wife. The poet was uncertain on how well she’d perform, but… oh, her Goddess was ever forgiving. “Ah, Minerva,” she begins, feeling comfortable in referring to her by name. After all, they were… wife and wife, yes? “Already I have been seduced by your requiem sweet.”
Being that they were spousally bonded, many doorways had been opened to the chevaliere which had been, up until this point, closed off by her own hand. Surely, there was blasphemy to be had, but there was little to care about in the long run, for this one was beloved in many ways before this strange marital magic was placed upon them. And she would enjoy these fleeting moments to the fullest. Hearing her name properly uttered before herself was oral decadence and Minerva smiled radiantly.
“And mine heart stolen away by your dulcet voice, breath — evanescent within this vessel — marks each passing second in which it is taken away by your gloriousness that I am left with no single one within mine breast.” Expression soft, she leaned in so that her shallow whispers of breath could caress a downy cheek. “O beloved champion, my darling jailer who holds my heart prisoner…take care that you do not lose your treasure…for I will not let you go as easily.”
Slipping one of her wife’s hands between her own, she brought it up to to where a heart should be, beyond the ornate armour in which she wore. “Take heart: this melody belongs to only you now.”
Gentle, wordless melody flowed upon the open air, spilling forth from the rosy lips of the female deity. Armoured digits reached out, catching tresses of favoured russet and caressing down the side of the other female’s countenance in an effort to draw away Genesis’ troubles and worries. There was no need for words…merely Minerva’s eternal requiem resonating and perhaps the tender reminder that this blessed champion need not worry. There would be no song coming from the knight, but it mattered not; she was beloved.
Muscles tensed at the contact before a shiver overtook the woman. The touch of the God was not quite something she was used to, but aside from the reflex, she eased her spirit. A mute sigh passes from her lips, daring not to reciprocate the touch. The lark’s fiery crown remained still, dipped in respect, but marine orbs opened to look upon the armored tips of her beloved deity. Wordlessly the name of the Goddess is uttered from her lips, the effervescent requiem of her cherished God lulling her to a state of calm effortlessly.
Once there was a time in which she did not truly believe; merely using her religion as a front for the horrific sins she committed without compunction, but that changed when the visage made itself true. Purpose was given once more to the woman, one the knight was eager to fill.
The gentle ministrations of the déesse continued, descending southward so that one slender finger could curl just under the lark’s chin, lifting the lovely visage so that their gazes could meet. The Goddess herself, even in the world of mortals and not surrounded by the Lifestream, still held a resplendent glow about her form that made her whole being ethereal; a celestial maiden in her elegant silks to pay homage to her beloved on the mortal plane.
Memories flowed, memories called to the deity’s souls and just the slightest shift of emotion displayed itself upon Minerva’s fair face. A downturn of a dainty rose bow and the mild crinkling of brows. A memory surfaced from the infinite collection of knowledge of which Minerva represented.
Her head shook languidly, one side to the next, sublime sympathetic eyes that was a reflection of the Lifestream. If one looked too far into them, they would become lost within her far reaching gaze.
She leaned in.
Lips brushed against a forehead.
The Goddess’ requiem became all the more melancholic. She did not blame Genesis in the least, although to have many lives taken in her name had saddened her. Sins could not be absolved so easily, but she did not blame the other, merely felt a profound sadness for her, during that time of war.
Gentle, wordless melody flowed upon the open air, spilling forth from the rosy lips of the female deity. Armoured digits reached out, catching tresses of favoured russet and caressing down the side of the other female’s countenance in an effort to draw away Genesis’ troubles and worries. There was no need for words…merely Minerva’s eternal requiem resonating and perhaps the tender reminder that this blessed champion need not worry. There would be no song coming from the knight, but it mattered not; she was beloved.
ooc: asjahksha ;O; I wish our thread continued.
OOC: Ah! Then I can keep that one. Keep it. Keep it I say~ *pets you* Nuuu…dun cry, my dear. Your goddess will not abandon you so callously. I apologize. *pets and hugs*
So I am sending this Minerva back ton how she was. Resplendent, magnificant, a warrior goddess — etc, etc, etc. Back to square one and no dying or rebirth and that. So she’s going to start fresh with all threads and roleplays. Not that this account had many to begin with.
So! Minerva is free to be her lovely dodgy self again.
