37th of Fall, 513 AV
22nd Bell
22nd Bell
The night had started off like any other: at the end.
Lanterns sputtered beneath breath before dying, fires were banked, even Leth hid behind a silvery cloud. The sounds of snoring and humming competed with crickets, bats, and footsteps. A gentle breeze whispered through the camp, making a tent's entrance flap flutter, exposing for an instant two figures.
The fact that two figures shared a tent was no phenomenal detail in and of itself. Their writhing, barely restrained motions, however, would draw the eye. One figure could have grown from the darkness itself, painted by voids, with hair like a tipped vessel of ink. During the day, he claimed one's attention, decked in glinting metal and a fierce scowl. But, in the night, the arched figure of his dance-partner stood out as plainly as a sixth finger on one's hand. Her skin was bleached a vibrant shade of white by Leth's waning light, and seemed to be adorned by a pattern of spots hand-painted by a goddess herself. Blue eyes normally glinting in even the faintest light were obscured by pale lids; hair like fire dazzled with each disturbance.
Their lips clashed with a silky whisper, motion a mutation of the simple kiss they had started with in an attempt to end their night. But now, passion had exploded forth in a wave neither could deny nor fight. There was the furtive motion of one shadow as it was pulled atop another, chests pressed close, hands exploring hips and shoulders as the kiss wore on. Edreina felt herself pulled downward, pressed against evidence of his arousal. Or, had she moved in such a way of her own volition. In any case, the feeling of it caused the Svefra to flex intimately, eliciting a surprised gasp.
You're going to far... Part of her warned, but it was smothered by the part of her that was urging her on. Fifteen days! Fifteen meticulously counted and controlled Syna and Leth cycles they had abstained. All was quiet, all save for the guards slept soundly.
They shifted again, movements made clumsy by haste, another sound left Edreina's lips. Exactly... Everyone else is asleep...
She did not want to stop.
But, she needed to.
"Razkar..." She gasped, hands pushing at his chest. Resistance often became a game between them as one would make the other work for a reward, for control over the other. This time, its intended effect was muddled by passion.
They needed to stop.
Their ruse had been worked for, fought for, for too long now. To throw it away for a few chimes of pleasure would be foolish. The thought sobered Edreina as easily as the time Razkar had launched the drunken Svefra into the Suvan. Without meaning to, Edreina reached for words that would make him understand their need to stop.
Instead, the tiny flame in her chest flickered back to life, tongues of warmth lapping at her lungs. As the words formed on her lips, Djed danced up her throat and onto her tongue. "Raz, we have to stop." The words were infused, rather weakly, yes, as the Hypnotism had not been conducted entirely on purpose, with a trace of Edreina's wyrd. The touch on Razkar's mind would be distinct as its intent differed so drastically from what he had been desiring only a fraction of a tick before. In her words wove the need to stop, to control themselves and abstain for the night.
But, the moment she realized what she had done, Edreina forcefully removed herself from Razkar's embrace, falling back onto her arse and elbows upon her own bedroll. Frantic, her hands moved even as her lips did. "I'm sorry," she said, eyes wide with terror at his reaction. It was no secret that her lover did not appreciate meddling with his mind; part of the Svefra worried that she would be lumped in with the Dhani trickster from days passed because of her transgression. "I'm so sorry, Razkar... I-... I did not mean to..." To what? Influence the mind of your lover? Most women would kill for such an ability. And yet, Edreina shirked from it.
