our breath is weak & our bodies thin [scorch]

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

When she’s without Ea, without her sisters, without her husband, she’s with herself. Lonely, perhaps, but her mind encompasses all that she has had but does not anymore. Memories of Kagerou, of Echion, of Rain; they all gather to keep her world light when the outside world dims. In years long gone, Hestoni would visit her mind as well. For although many are not aware, Scorch will never forget the decade of loneliness spent on one night with Echion. She will never forget the sacrifice Hestoni made, the freedom he laid down at her feet. Never.

While he is adventuring, she is contemplating. Ea’s training has been going well – she’s everything Scorch had hoped and prayed her to be. She was the restart, the new beginning, the proper one. Her duplicate daughter allowed herself to be raised while simultaneously raising herself; a perfect mix of mouldable and independent. She could be the perfect final chapter, the ‘happily ever after.’ And yet…

Scorch wants more.

She has come to this conclusion when her eyes pick up a flash of fire moving between the vegetation. Excitement courses through her, heat rushing to places exclusively open to him. She is everything he wishes to be, just as he is everything she wishes him to be. Whatever imperfections belong to the couple, they are cast aside in light of what they have created – a family. A family which has more children than certain kingdoms have members, I might add. The thought flashes through her mind – but in one ear, and out the other, as they say. She is a creature of instincts, and a creature of love.

Pushing through the bushes and the vines, Scorch appears beside her red titan. ”Ciao il mio titano,” She whispers in her low, sultry voice. Electric blue streaks through her dragon eyes accompanied by slashes of silver. ”Become one with me again,” She murmurs with a roguish smile and a feather-light running of her teeth against his skin. Energy bounces between them, her skin and his fur colliding, their tattoos mingling, fire bouncing from her to him and back again until it seems as though the two are truly one.

”Be warned,” She whispers heavily, shorts coming short and quick, "I’ve something to give you.”

And as their child is made, a trip-wire goes off within her, and one life becomes two. This is not to be worried over yet, though. The time for groaning and rampaging will come. Yet however much Scorch wishes to indulge in this moment, in this ecstasy, in this man - her man – she concentrates. While they are bonded, she bids the Jungle magic upon him. As they unite as they have and will, immortality comes upon him.

She wonders if he will notice.

Scorch

Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle