and when I breathed - kratos, any

[Rhy]

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

[Kratos]

Their presence in the war had been of little consequence, only one magician (or so he assumed it was such) had even tried to weather their sky-breaking storm of power. Their joining had been on a ethereal, molecular level – their closeness was a wild and hungry thing, the beast he knew they could always be.

When they had been together Kratos could feel the warm pulse of her throat and soft beat of her heart despite the exploding electricity and lightning they had wrapped around them, a white-hot thrum of dynamism that was rarely dreamed of. But it was everything he had dreamed of, it was what his father had spoken of and it could be so much more.

And the titan is not ignorant to the fact the second highest ranking mare from the Jungle would not go missing unnoticed. His mind briefly slithers across the thoughts of how long it would take them to come looking, or how soon Yael would come digging in his head. He doubted the golden queen didn’t already know of Rhy’s presence.

The selfishness in his yearning of her is well-noted, but he disregards it as he looks upon the painted mare he had always loved – the one that had given him his first true scar, the one he had followed from deserts, chasing her raw power (so much like his own), years ago. So when she turns to him and asks, “are you sticking around this time?” A rogue’s smile slides across his black lips and he says, “that depends on if you are going to make it worth my while or not.”

A smooth growl of a chuckle leaves his lips as he turns to her in the sand, “you were good out there,” he says, his oil-black gaze holding hers as he dips his muzzle to hers, “we were good out there.”

Kratos

the electric titan of vanquish and lyric

[Rhy]

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

[Kratos]

“I believe you’re the one that’s supposed to make it worth my while.” She says and the titan’s smile grows wider, of course  of all things it was her feistiness that persevered through the magic that muddled her memories. She had always been his beautiful, quiet little monster. She had always been a creature of soft power, one who preferred honeyed words to bleeding flesh. And he had always loved her for it. But he had always known she was meant for so much more. From the moment he felt the pulse of her presence beneath the sand - he had always needed to seek her. She returns his words and any guilt he harbored for veiling the truth simply melted away in the face of her warm breath against his. “I’ll stay if you ask me too,” says the skull-faced draft, his black lips pulling at her mane before sliding down her neck and it is there that he lets a tendril of lightning lick harmlessly down her chest. “I promise,” he breathes, white-fire crackling in his mouth as he moves to whisper into her ear. K R A T OS vanquish x lyric