As expected
There is the rightness in being tied to somebody’s life, the high – spiritedness in someone’s performance. Chiefly when it is done by the measures where you do not do any good, but you are soaking yourself in the sin, then the fruits you bear will forever be sorrow. Everyone evolves. Even the Dragon horns in Dragons. Wolves do not have the blue breath like Water Dragons, but they do have the blowing Ice and their coat san stand the heavy burning. Fairy dust leaves a trail where Prometheus stomped on the life as the Fallen God who hates humanity that disregarded the fire he brought, he is the entity before the Deeps of Time, and Mandos can’t stand the elven undying.
Even when Rhaenys is washing her dear Nina, she is still skeptical about the name Targaryen she is to carry from now on. For even the surname has to have a life to fill in blood the change, the mark in the organs and the water is changing its color. All is different in Elves, while you do stay human. And did she make it right? Did she, principally, get it all wrong for she betrayed Daario? For giving him away? Or it was the process of God’s irony. Was it the satire of their lives? It did bother her now, but it seemed such a good idea then. So, what happened in between? Where this all is coming from? She cannot understand herself, was it the guilty conscience even when he committed far worse and he deserved it, in the end, why does she feel so bad about it all? He has to be stopped. He grew in power which he doesn’t share with anyone, and he escalated in the strength that is scaled up, but the innocent do suffer, and when she thinks that she has done him justice, doing it for the inexact reasons as the common revenge is why it seems so human.
Ugh, the more she was pressing herself with it, the more she is strained and under duress. In the queen-sized tub, she is being showered by the sprinkles and the freshly bloomed flowers which would be later, after she is finished, used so, to fertilize the greening land. It was all green, for the Hill House wasn’t celebrated to be the bud, but the rock, and that is why its inhabitants were making everything in their force, to bring the life to the front, to the only attainable and viable outcome in where all what you can breathe is green and wispy blossoming. Ah, such was budding. She leans back into the spring water. Rhaenys would bathe her on the regular basis, but from time to time, she wants to be alone. Contemplating about what she said to her. Never in her mortal mind, that still thinks as mortal and deems the imperfection as the erroneous nature, she would ruminate as she is doing it at present. She never did it. She never questioned it, and she never was doing the second guessing, there were no second thoughts and here she is, ah, Nina, do not kill yourself with something that has no place and no spot in the life you live right now. Suddenly, one bulb of light and the blossom, has come into whereat she was having her relaxing bubble bath, and what she did sight was the fairy that looks as the bloom itself. What the? She was dispersing her sprinkles and sparks. What for?
Trying to catch her, only for a little one to fly fast out of the ornate window, that had the stained glass of mosaics and the living paintings. Hm, what strange oddness, when at that right moment, her Lady Hand enters, she was in her glistened nightgown. She looked as a vision from the 7th Heaven.
- Do you need more scented sconces, to light your nights? My dearest? – Oh, no – she is upright before her, more sitting, than leaning, she doesn’t know why she is doing that, does it come from the fact that she is owned and this is her Mistress? – Oh, no…what?
- I mean, I shall be ending my bath and… - You do not have to. – Oh, do not come in, you do that all the time…it is filthy – Lady Hand had that squirrel laugh about herself.
- My dear, even your filth is the treasure for me, and your sweat is nice to lick it. – No, it isn’t. It is disgusting and why would you taint yourself with it? I will go out and you take the fresh and clean one. – I was in the bottomless freshness and clean, and I never was feeling purged from the mire and muck, and the grimy grime. And you are not miry, you are barely cleaning yourself, there is the distinction between the two. – Still, I want it to finish alone. – That won’t do, my dearest – she is teasing her. – I am not a tease, I am just saying…I shall be… - Lady Hand, in the hasty breeze, has caught her delighting mouth into her relish. Ah, the youngish girl, so youthful in the appearance was something to brag about. – You know, I would cage you and never let anybody see you, not anyone should know what I do possess in my spacious chambers of secrets and mysteries – she is brushing her stray strands and fondle her with her gentle caresses. And her Lady Hand’s caressing was the fondling of the Sun and the cuddling of the Moon. Not the one that brightens your days and the lonely nights, not the one that shall replace or rise as the Second Coming, no, it was something so raw and so inherent, that it was bordering on the sense of the earliest primal instincts, animalistic. That was the word.
- I am coming in!
- No, no! No!
- I told you, I am making you mine.
- I am yours!
- Not the soul, I want it all! – Nina was quicker and she was out before the woman could soak herself in, but, never mind, the chase was on, and Nina enjoyed it, again. She would run from one room, to another, thinking about what she wants to talk out with Lady, but this was so much fun, she stops for a second. Dripping floors.
- Are we cleaning up after ourselves or the fairies of all kinds are doing it, instead of us? – there was no answer, of course that they could do it, but it would be done much later, for there was only the stillness that followed. Something was up.
- Rhaenys? Where are you?! – this was the very first time and the focal point where she finally speaks up her name, as her Mistress was doing it for her, ah, here she goes again, her Mistress. She did fall spectacularly, only she didn’t know it back then. There is always something which someone else knows better than we shall ever ourselves. From one of the covert and clandestine marble pillars, into the flaring beam, she is stepping into the unmapped domains. – Where are you?! I am wishing to speak about something with you. Would you? – I know it, already. I know it all – from where the voice is coming? She couldn’t detect her. Even with all her trained senses. This was their gaming!
She could sense that the world is wearing thin, she could opine about the escape, but she would be wrapped up in chains, and she doesn’t ache to go anywhere without her Dragon Lady, who is both masterful and masterly in her techniques and arts of wooing, and even bending someone else to her elven will. She was one of a kind. Not the second best, but the one that may switch with the Dragon Queen, the very one that may be absent and when the one that is away, there is another that is replacing temporarily. Hill House stands as the Second Dragon Keep for it then.
- Do you have your duty, and the Hill House? All the time, toward the Dragon Keep? – It never ends, even when you sleep. – Oh, and where are you? – I am everywhere and do not put yourself down, my dearest, that is how it had to become. How the Gods had predestined. For one human to learn humility. For the lack of pride is the lack of vanity. – You have that in the abundance. Who are you to judge anything? – We are Elves and you did good, if you didn’t tell him, there would be grudge to worry about, such are the hard feelings and the ill will when the Elves do not attain what they bled for, you have no idea of how much there are the hostilities and rivalries between us. It isn’t all the sugar and the honey, dear. – You mean, milk and honey? – Or mead and wine? – both were playing with one another. But, this never occurred to her. She sees her, but she doesn’t see her. It was never like that for Nina, it was the other way around, and now, the roles are reversed.
- All right, but, why don’t you come out?
- I am your shadow.
- Ah, don’t do this!
- Oh, I will, you started it, I shall fold it up! The end of one era, follows up the next one reborn. And there are those that are gentled at the foot of someone’s throne, being patted on the head for being good boys and girls, do you want that, hm, my girl? – Nina was obligated to smile, this woman, she owed her and in exchange, it was the same for her. There was some secret relation between the two of them, and in the silence of her own heart, the proper and respective spirits which lived in the dark angles of their dreams. Does she have to think of her? There was no in between, but to ask for more. Rhaneys was the shadow behind her, in the back of her right and perfect thoughts, and that shadow has mantled her in her precise snares, and she didn’t want to be free. Leaning back at her, the chase was over, but here and there, oh, why not!? Before they are anon watering themselves to clear their qualms which have no place in love.
In their own world, they have the time to explore what was the most furtive about them both.
What was underlying in the secret of theirs.
Even Mera, their Meraxes, the rarest Gentle Violet has joined the game among shadows and the power of their Lady Hand whose Hill House along with her, serve as the Second Queen and Dragon Keep.
Foremost, she was the Dragon, but when the dancing of one naked and one half-bare woman, their Mistress who raised and groomed them, in shimmery glow and the glittery flashes was rising to its crescendo, she turns into a humanoid Dragon with her horned head, as it was the antlered woman demon, the angel that is disguising itself into what we crave to conceal ourselves, the feathers which are swatting you in are nothing but what the demonic entities show when they want you by their sides, unless an angel comes with the promise of what you must overcome, the fear to be defeated, before you are meritorious and deserving to receive the attainment.
And that was something which couldn’t be bought with gold or gems, there was something which Nina was sensating, right then, Rhaenys loved her more than blood, more than fire, she could go out there, together with her, in their Wombs and travel together, and they will, she shall take the stars out of the saintly sky and give it.
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- Is this how deep is your love, to me? – And that is your power over me, my little one – Mera was slithering around the two, purring so. – Am I owing you to do something? – Love me, Nina!
Intimacy as such is rewarded by love, indeed.