10-06-2015, 06:02 PM
and death shall have no
DOMINION
Being female didn’t stop Dominion from hearing the summons that rang out across the kingdom. She’d been waiting for such a call since Tarnished went into the great, mysterious cave to be tested and become a Brother himself. Since she’d thrown in her lot with them for the time being when Nish had made his decision, she headed toward the source of the call, fully intending to keep her mouth shut since she knew her opinion wasn’t much sought after in the bachelor kingdom. What with having a uterus and all.
Dumb.
But, the idiocy of ruling out half the population as potential active kingdom members aside, it was where Nish felt he needed to be. Dom had never given enough of a damn about where she lived to put in a strong vote one way or another, and frankly if it was intolerable she could always leave. For now, she’d support her friend in his endeavors. He was a candidate for co-ruler and the meeting would determine whether he succeeded; of course she would be there.
Her friend seemed worlds lighter, returning from the cave and whatever demons he’d faced in the process. There was a sparkle in his eye she hadn’t seen much, and its presence set a smile to playing with the corners of her mouth though she tried to keep a straight face at this most solemn occasion. She almost succeeded through his take-charge, problem-solving speech—which was dead fucking on; the Tundra needed bodies like a desert begged for the fall of sweet, sweet rain.
Ah, but then he paused, studying her. Nodded at her and declared her his, and she lost the battle, giving him a solemn nod despite the grin on her face. Of course, dear. As you wish, dear. You’re mine right back, hope you know what you’re getting yourself into. Oh, she’d play the game for him, no question. He’d done it to keep her safe, to declare her off-limits to anyone with wandering eyes, and it was endearing. Sweet. But formality or not, there was weight to those words, and if he didn’t know it already he’d learn it soon enough.
She knew that lingering look. She gave him one right back, agreeing to his silent request. She wasn’t going to object to the declaration, nor was she about to interrupt an important meeting about the future of the kingdom to have a discussion about their relationship. If he needed to talk about it, they’d talk later. “Of course I am, as you are mine,” she said simply. “And I would be happy to train anyone who’s sent my way.”
As for the rest, it would sort itself out. Nish could fight his own battles, he didn’t need her standing up for him. And her sex would mean doing so would be more likely to diminish his position than enhance it. So she watched silently, at least for the time being.
Dumb.
But, the idiocy of ruling out half the population as potential active kingdom members aside, it was where Nish felt he needed to be. Dom had never given enough of a damn about where she lived to put in a strong vote one way or another, and frankly if it was intolerable she could always leave. For now, she’d support her friend in his endeavors. He was a candidate for co-ruler and the meeting would determine whether he succeeded; of course she would be there.
Her friend seemed worlds lighter, returning from the cave and whatever demons he’d faced in the process. There was a sparkle in his eye she hadn’t seen much, and its presence set a smile to playing with the corners of her mouth though she tried to keep a straight face at this most solemn occasion. She almost succeeded through his take-charge, problem-solving speech—which was dead fucking on; the Tundra needed bodies like a desert begged for the fall of sweet, sweet rain.
Ah, but then he paused, studying her. Nodded at her and declared her his, and she lost the battle, giving him a solemn nod despite the grin on her face. Of course, dear. As you wish, dear. You’re mine right back, hope you know what you’re getting yourself into. Oh, she’d play the game for him, no question. He’d done it to keep her safe, to declare her off-limits to anyone with wandering eyes, and it was endearing. Sweet. But formality or not, there was weight to those words, and if he didn’t know it already he’d learn it soon enough.
She knew that lingering look. She gave him one right back, agreeing to his silent request. She wasn’t going to object to the declaration, nor was she about to interrupt an important meeting about the future of the kingdom to have a discussion about their relationship. If he needed to talk about it, they’d talk later. “Of course I am, as you are mine,” she said simply. “And I would be happy to train anyone who’s sent my way.”
As for the rest, it would sort itself out. Nish could fight his own battles, he didn’t need her standing up for him. And her sex would mean doing so would be more likely to diminish his position than enhance it. So she watched silently, at least for the time being.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;