Friday, August 21, 2015

Eyes

Eyes"I would give anything to be able to see you," Dahlia whispered.

"I know. Me too." Kaikos pulled her closer, and for a moment Dahlia let herself sink into his firm, confident hold, utterly immersed in his masculine muskiness.

Like any other day, tomorrow had been approaching for years; not even the great Ma'shaa could halt the march of time. She knew this, of course, and had been prepared for the inevitable ever since she was a little girl. Still, that knowledge did nothing to quell the fear and uncertainty that churned through her body and gave her dangerous thoughts of running away and hiding in the mountains.

Everything would change. Everything.

"My mother said this morning that she dreamed I would be approached by the Amethyst," she whispered.

"A bold choice that would be. You'll be known as 'Dahlia the Radiant,' and your kinfolk will happily bask in the purple glow of your majestic presence!" Kaikos teased, a stray finger tickling her ribs.

Dahlia elbowed his hand away and pinched his shoulder hard, eliciting a chuckling wince. "And you'll be known as 'Kaikos the Black,' after the callousness of your wry sense of humor!"

"Black wouldn't be so bad, actually."

"Are you an idiot? Black would be the worst. It can never touch the light! You'd be forced to cross the Sea of Truth, and if that didn't kill you, you'd have to live in exile with the other Black-chosen in a land without color. It would be absolutely dreadful."

"I know, I know, I was just kidding," Kaikos soothed, but there was a faraway tone in his voice. He kissed her gently on the forehead. "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere, baby girl. Who knows? We might even get the same eyes tomorrow."

Dahlia turned her face to find his lips, and for a time they were lost in a world of taste and scent and touch. As she made love to her man, she imagined him as he had been only a few weeks previously, before the Submission: Gorgeous and strong, with a smile that melted her heart and a pair of deep brown eyes always dancing with life and passion.


Later, while listening with her head on his chest to the gradual slowing of his heart, Dahlia wondered what the world would look like through amethyst eyes. 


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