01-29-2020, 02:01 PM
O C E A N E
Hath in her veins,
to beat and run,
the glad indomitable sea,
the strong white sun.
to beat and run,
the glad indomitable sea,
the strong white sun.
Stop, Sochi demands, and Oceane is more than happy to oblige. The words, jumbled as they fall from her mouth, abruptly crawl their way back down her larynx. In a way, she's relieved that the smoky black woman doesn't want her to speak aloud the indiscretion ─ but then, too, she wonders if Sochi needs to hear it aloud for it to be true.
The inert steel of the blue-blaze woman's eyes say otherwise, and where Oceane would usually want to offer some sort of small offering or a word of solace, she doesn't ─ and can't. Instead, she succumbs to the pain of her contractions and when her knees are pressed into the hard dirt, her bright amber eyes meet Sochi's gaze but only briefly; the woman shifts, becomes a tigress, and disappears with a dismissive tilt of her head. Oceane finally releases her bated breath after she is gone, flooded with relief that she will not have to fend for the life of her child just as soon as he is born.
She thinks only of Alcinder as she accedes to childbirth. She does not think of her lost sons, of Nau-Aib, of Castile, of Sochi. She does not think of how she had chosen a perfect hiding place inside of Loess' canyon to give birth, and she does not think of the unsettling warning that Ilma's precognition had graced her with.
When finally the boy is born, all legs and wings and splashes of blue and white, Oceane is spent. She is slick with sweat and her muscles protest her attempts to stand, but she does ─ and for the first time, despite being a mother of three, she experiences how it feels for her son to stand on wobbly legs and feed from her swollen teat for the first time. And she cries.
@[sochi]
(Just to tie up the thread! Also tagging @[Castile] in case he randomly wants to show up later on or whateva, but no pressure!)
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The inert steel of the blue-blaze woman's eyes say otherwise, and where Oceane would usually want to offer some sort of small offering or a word of solace, she doesn't ─ and can't. Instead, she succumbs to the pain of her contractions and when her knees are pressed into the hard dirt, her bright amber eyes meet Sochi's gaze but only briefly; the woman shifts, becomes a tigress, and disappears with a dismissive tilt of her head. Oceane finally releases her bated breath after she is gone, flooded with relief that she will not have to fend for the life of her child just as soon as he is born.
She thinks only of Alcinder as she accedes to childbirth. She does not think of her lost sons, of Nau-Aib, of Castile, of Sochi. She does not think of how she had chosen a perfect hiding place inside of Loess' canyon to give birth, and she does not think of the unsettling warning that Ilma's precognition had graced her with.
When finally the boy is born, all legs and wings and splashes of blue and white, Oceane is spent. She is slick with sweat and her muscles protest her attempts to stand, but she does ─ and for the first time, despite being a mother of three, she experiences how it feels for her son to stand on wobbly legs and feed from her swollen teat for the first time. And she cries.
(Just to tie up the thread! Also tagging @[Castile] in case he randomly wants to show up later on or whateva, but no pressure!)
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neamrel / thedayofshadow
i must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
and all i ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by
and all i ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by