[240104.02 ch`Rihan...]
'Weaver of time'
Their action:
hours long.
The
Fits
And
Frenzies
Of
Fists
And
Fighting
To
Enrapture
The
One
Another
Over and Over,
In the course of the night.
Had he felt the need, she would have told him she loved him. She would have professed her undying loyalty to his noble house, his cause, their people, and the future, but it was not necessary. They were realists: words did not become their intertwined actions.
No words,
not then.
No lies,
no time.
No games,
no need.
nothing
either was used to.
Just the unabashed using of one another.
In time, as things began to cool out in the open air, and the melted snow began to creep into their blood, normality and formality snuck back in.
"How should I know you maiden?"
"Wherefore should au know me? Au will never be back"
"I should, at the very least for sake of fond memory."
"Is not the snow, the tostle, and the joy memory enough?"
"Ie, it is. For record then. Indulge me."
The woman then turned from him, the first time in hours denying him access. her soft pale skin began to feel cold upon his own-- even more so than the snow should allow. Slowly, the mysterious muse turned back, the blackness of vacuum in her eyes, the mark of the void in her mind.
Through tight lips she said only a word.
Nodding his thanks for her indulgences, and rising to go and return to his own preoccupations, Tellus was soon departed. Shortly after, the woman in the snow rose and was gone. Separated for a time, by more than one could imagine, t`Rihu and Tellus went on to create their destinies.
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