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and when I breathed - kratos, any - Rhy - 03-14-2016 They come back as the war dies down. She picks Kratos and herself up, sailing back on a wave of lighting, Leaving behind the negotiations, the inevitable peace to come. They hadn’t been needed, really, but still, it felt good to let a storm of electric surge through her veins, their power mixed together and nearly unstoppable together. Though of course, they could be stopped. Everyone could. But she reveled in the power that they shared, reveled in the thought of what they could do together. She has a memory of Vanquish in the afterlife, telling them to become something. It flashes in her head suddenly, and she wonders where it came from. She’d forgotten about that. But she looks to Kratos as they ride back into the Deserts, the electric breaking as they touch the deserts rocky earth. Had Vanqiush seen something between them. Was there something between them, and Rhy was just one step too slow to feel it too? They would be beautiful, together. She turns her gold flecked eyes in his direction, looking at him in a curious way, like she can remember something that doesn’t quite make sense. A tug on her heart. A thought that others knew something she didn’t. She knows Vanquish died. Knows he saved her, sent her back to Beqanna and back to the Deserts. She knows this is home. Why are her memories are Kratos so fragmented though? He’s never here, really. That’s why. She remembers working with him and Lagertha in space. She remembers the Amazonian Queen acting like they were friends, though she recalls almost no other interaction between herself and the gray warrior. She remembers Kratos at her side as well, remembers Vanquish’s words, but hardly remembers the stallion at all. Maybe she’s just late to the party. Maybe everyone saw something between them, and they just hadn’t gotten there yet. “Kratos,” she says, not sure where she’s going with this, but the name oddly familiar on her tongue. She pauses for a moment too long, still looking at him, the memories in her head a strange jumble that didn’t quite fit together. “Are you sticking around, this time?” she finally asks, realizing she needs to fill the silence. After all, she’d been the one to speak first. rhy the electric, lionshifting ghost of riagan and rayelle RE: and when I breathed - kratos, any - Kratos - 03-29-2016 Kratos the electric titan of vanquish and lyric RE: and when I breathed - kratos, any - Rhy - 04-17-2016 It is a strange feeling that lingers in the back of her mind. A constant gnawing, like something isn’t quite right, like something is missing or broken or…she doesn’t know. She can’t figure out just what exactly isn’t right, and no matter how far she digs into her memories, they are all of the Deserts. Of this life, the one she is living now and has always lived. Is it Kratos that makes her question her thoughts now? Is there something here that she’s simply never noticed before? They felt so much like one in the war, even if their presence had not been necessary. It had bee exhilarating, and she wonders if he had felt the pulse of her heart in the same way she had felt his, like the drums of war encouraging her on, lending her some strength she didn’t know she had. After all, she’d always been a mare of peace, despite the deadly powers lingering in her veins. She’d never really had a chance to use them. But the lightning and the power that thrummed through them was amazing, and somehow, he felt like her second half. Like he’d always been her second half, though her memories of him were scarce. Still. It had felt so right. She laughs at his comment, the smile that graces her features slightly more feline than it ever has been before. “I believe you’re the one that’s supposed to make it worth my while.” The smile slips away at his next comment though. Not because she is upset, but rather because it feels more serious now. More real, than the playful banter. “We were,” she agrees, gold eyes holding his own black ones. The gnawing feeling in her mind grows, and she can only think it has everything to do with him. They’d never interacted like this, and there was so much crackling between them (and not just the electricity that called to itself). At least, she can’t remember a time when they’d ever been closer, but little does she know that scar on his chest is from her, that she’s already pressed herself to his huge chest. All she knows is that she wants to now. rhy the electric, lionshifting ghost of riagan and rayelle RE: and when I breathed - kratos, any - Kratos - 04-22-2016
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