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the dead are gone; daeryssa - Lexa - 04-26-2016 lexa. @[Daeryssa] Boo starting posts RE: the dead are gone; daeryssa - Daeryssa - 04-28-2016 Kick. Kick kick kick. Wriggle. Nudge. Kick! Dammit, that was my ribs! I gently bump the side of my belly against the tree I've been resting under. Watch it in there, you. Kick. I may not have been able to wrap my head around the idea of being pregnant for a good long while, but I'm having a hard time forgetting now that the kid's decided to be acrobatic. It's weird, though, the thing will be still long enough that I wonder if it's still alive, and then it will suddenly be trying to wrestle its way out, or at least squirming around testing the bounds of its squishy dark prison cell. Don't worry, I want you out just as badly as you do, kid. I'm not even showing yet, which feels bizarre after watching Mom carry the twins. She was already at the awkward, uncomfortable waddle stage at this point, and I don't see a damn bit of difference in the size of my belly, even if the little monster's already big enough to wallop me in the ribs now and then. Maybe because it was twins? Thank the gods for small favors, if that means at least I've only got one. With more than one set of twins among my siblings, I wouldn't have been surprised. Horrified, sure, but surprised? Kick. Well, you've got enough legs for two. I bump against the tree trunk again, and the kid kicks back. Mouthy little imp. Bump. Kick. Bump. Kick. The corner of my mouth twitches, a flicker of rebellion against my efforts to keep a straight face. You're a little weirdo, you know that? Kick. Alright, kid, time to let up. There's only so much of your acrobatics my insides can take at once. Moving usually works when it's getting a little too enthusiastic, so I leave the shelter of the willow I've grown rather fond of and set off on a good wander. Kid'll calm down soon enough. Kick. Hush, you. Once again, I've spent a little too much time alone with my thoughts. Or, alone with my thoughts and the tiny beast taking over my body. Far better to find some company and a bit of entertainment, and isn't it just so handy when a pretty young thing presents herself for just that. She's tall too, black blanketed in snowfall and soot, with the traditional jungle tattoo climbing up her leg. I don't see her individual tattoo, but they can be sneaky sometimes. Mom's is. I like a girl with a sense of subtlety. Not that I'd turn up my nose at a girl with a flair for the dramatic. Not with coloring like mine, violet mane spilling down my powder blue neck, covering the steely blue shoulder markings. Still, there's something very classic and classy about pulling off black and white, and she does it well. Though I do like the flash of gold on her ankle. That's a nice touch. “It's a little cold out for a jungle girl, isn't it?” I ask, and the smile on my face is friendly even as interest creeps into my eyes. “Whatever your reason, I'm glad you braved the weather. Name's Ryss and it's a pleasure to meet you.” Or at least a girl can hope. Daeryssa of the restless heart RE: the dead are gone; daeryssa - Lexa - 05-08-2016 lexa. RE: the dead are gone; daeryssa - Daeryssa - 05-15-2016 Oh my. How cute, she's speechless. A grin spreads slowly across my lips as she stares, her eyes lingering on my skin, my hair, not quite managing to meet my gaze. I snort and roll my eyes in sympathy at her mention of a sister with a temper. “I understand. I have siblings of my own, and they aren't all as delightful of temperament as I am.” Some tore themselves apart, others were too cowardly to show their damn faces, and still others set people on fire for getting a little carried away with a tall, dark, and sexy as hell stranger. My family has its share of darkness, and nowhere near all of it comes from the mother we once called the moon. Ah, but now is not the time. Far better to let my eyes linger on the fall of black hair as it brushes against the curve of her neck. To trace the shape of her lips, to ponder the taste of her skin. She would be so tentative at first, touches light as a feather, hardly daring to close the last whisper of distance between our bodies. Or maybe she'd surprise me, and heat would kindle in her belly and spark daring into her touch. I don't feel lightning between us, no crackle of electricity dancing along my skin as her eyes roam my skin, just a gentle flicker of curiosity inviting me to play. Or at least to indulge in a little imagining. “Lexa. What a lovely name.” And when they finally meet mine, I see she has lovely eyes to match that lovely name, eyes a rich brown a few shades lighter than mine. Light enough that the sunlight catches just so and highlights the brown, finding subtle notes of honey and amber in the flecks and swirls of her irises. “Strength, softened by a touch of femininity. I like it. It suits you, I think.” There is strength in the muscled lines of her body, strength the Jungle has always called out of its women and men alike. But that strength does nothing to detract from soft curves or the sweetness of her scent. “Tell me, lovely Lexa,” I say with a hint of a purr, “where would my eyes need to linger on your skin to find the other tattoo? My mother's hid behind her ear, tucked away out of sight below her mane. I never wore them myself, never felt called to take the vows and declare myself a Sister. Too much of a wanderer even at such a young age, you know. But I was always curious what marks my skin would bear if I did. Something bold and garish, painted across my skin for all the world to see? Or something secret and subtle like yours, one that demands a quieter, more intimate attention before revealing itself?” Daeryssa of the restless heart RE: the dead are gone; daeryssa - Lexa - 06-13-2016 lexa. RE: the dead are gone; daeryssa - Daeryssa - 06-22-2016 I can't help but grin in sympathy at her sister's ability to call storms. “Yeah, I have a brother who likes to start fires. That one's...” I trail off, my smile turning a little bitter, before continuing. “That one's not so fun in an argument either.” Or hitting out of nowhere, turning the sweet burn of newly-awakened passion into something dark and twisted, skin crisping, flesh burning, blood boiling as agony consumes nerve endings. He broke something in me that day, my beloved brother. My favorite, the one I'd do anything for, the person I loved most in the world. He made me believe, whether he meant to or not, that I was a monster. And still I loved him, loved him so deeply and without question that I believed he was right, believed I'd done something to deserve to burn. Because why else would he do such a thing? So many years wasted, believing I was ruin. Believing I'd come so close to destroying our family, and in the wake of our greatest tragedy. Ah, but there are more pleasant thing to think about right now, like the way shadows and light play across lovely Lexa's body, the gentle curve of her spine and how I could trail my lips along it just so. I can almost feel her skin brushing against my mouth, can almost breathe in the scent of the Jungle on her skin, and isn't that much more fun than remembering old misery? She asks my name again, and I grin. Am I that distracting, then? How delightful. “Ryss,” I purr again, meeting those gorgeous brown eyes through the veil of steel blue lashes. “My name is Ryss.” I can see curiosity waking in those lovely eyes, and my skin tingles where her gaze lingers. Ah, but she latches onto the distraction I inadvertently provided and asks about my mother. Yes, well. So much for that. “Ah. Yes. Quark. She was queen a while back, the burning queen, appropriately enough. My brother isn't the only one in the family with a penchant for setting fires. Ah, but that was aes ago, really. I would guess she was a bit before your time, lovely Lexa.” She indulges my curiosity and angles her body just so, inviting me to look at the caiman hidden on her flank. Well. Don't mind if I do. I step forward, closing the distance between our bodies, a half-smile on my lips as I lower my head to look get a closer look. “My mother would be better at hazarding a guess as to why a caiman,” I murmur, studying the reptile closely. “More familiar with the ways of the Jungle and the symbolism behind things like this. Hers is a little dart frog, who she says is a spirit guide of hers. I don't know much about that kind of magic, but I do know a beautiful tattoo when I see one.” Daeryssa of the restless heart RE: the dead are gone; daeryssa - Lexa - 07-28-2016 the dead are gone, and the living are hungry. |