Disappearing from the bedroom, Sylvie went into the small art studio that she’d used to make the other paintings and dug around until she found what she wanted. “Yes. Here it is. Kinda abstract, because my skills with a pencil and charcoal stinks, but you’ll get the idea.” Sylvie ran bato the room and plopped down a small spiral artbook and then leaned against the wall across from their bed. “It’s a mix of actual events aions of what happened, I guess the best way to describe it is like hieroglyphs. You won’t be able to read it like a normal book.”
Looking up from the tops of her eyes just like Sylvie had done a night or two before, Casey shook her head and furled her rounded eyebrows. “I know what hieroglyphics are, apple-dumpling.” Casey opehe book and flipped a few pages, then put her hands on her hips. “These are amazing, Taini. Why didn’t you ever tell me that you were an artist?” She spotted one picture and flipped the book pletely open. “Is that an arrow in his chest?”
“Yep.” Sylvie announced proudly and finally feeling fortable, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down again. “I wasn’t allowed to hurt him, and after he forced me to get vengean the warriors that had teased me, I made pns to kill him.” Spotting the fusion on Casey’s face, Sylvie flipped back a few pages. “He forced me to kill the warriors that had called me old and basically useless. He even had the others charmed so hard that they excused my transgression.” She crossed her legs, “I k that point he wouldn’t stop until the whole tribe was dead.” Sylvie turned a page forward, “This describes my pn. The short version is, "I insulted a warrior to the point where he had to defend his pride and honor.” Sylvie chewed on one of the pstic ribbons and when she saw the look on Casey’s face, stopped before the hair tie broke. “o get crabby, I wasn’t going to break it.” Sylvie huffed and tapped on the page, “Anyway, the warrior I picked was the best with bow and arrow iribe. I knew he couldn’t actually catch me, so I lured him to Amos’s and my home.” Sylvie grinned wide. “So he was calling me night demon the whole time and I ran until I was in front of Amos, yelling to him not to harm us…in fact begging.” Sylvie reached uhe pillow and grabbed the box while Casey was enthralled with the story, then wiggled her eyebrows. “I was standing directly in front of a very fused Amos when the arrow came flying and I moved.” Sylvie handed Casey the box and then pressed on her lover’s big chest where her heart would be. “Pow. Direct hit and it dropped him. I knew I needed blood so I fed off the warrior until he was dust in the wind.” Sylvie raised one eyebrow and turo the page beyond the arrow strike. “This picture depicts what you already have experienced. Blood infused and in this case it was anger and the o kill.”
“Thank you for not opening it, Taini.” Casey cradled the sculpted box. “So, he was immobile and bleeding out while you had burning rage from the guy’s blood?”
“Exactly.” Sylvie smiled, “He was so fused that he didn’t remember he could have just ordered me to remove the arrow. Instead, he begged me to do it.” Sylvie pushed herself across the bed and id in Casey’s p. “That was the day I learned we could free our progeny. He freed me, I pulled the arrow and he disappeared into the night.” Sylvie started g, her moon-touched eyes streaked drops of blood down and onto Casey’s nightgown. “Without his charm ihe others frantically tried to bury me in the shelter that they’d created. They knew what I was ahey o stop me.” Sylvie grabbed Casey’s hand for support. “That was the night the tribe died.”
Using her free hand, Casey wiped the tears from Sylvie’s cheeks, “Free but had to destroy everything you’d bee.” She watched Sylvie nod slowly. “It all makes sense now, Sylvie. I really ’t bme you for hating Amos at this point.” Casey ran one of her fingers over Sylvie’s lips and followed the curvature. “You had to have had a vision at some point.”
“I did, but I couldn’t tell the truth from fi yet. I hadn’t discovered the eclipse yet. Plus, Amos has the ability to cloud the vision. I am still not pletely sure how his ability works.” Sylvie puckered her lips and kissed Casey’s finger. “So, you see…part of this is regret, part is memory.”
Uo think clearly, Casey reached around Sylvie’s ned pulled her up and into a mueeded kiss. Putting herself ahoughts into the passion of their silky embrace, Casey let her emotions flood through her lips. Somewhat nervous, Casey khat she o show Sylvie that no matter what she loved her, and that she didn’t o feel any guilt for her as. Simply put, Casey loved her hidden artist. Familiar with Sylvie’s precious ‘B’ shaped lips, Casey took care to not make the moment seem desperate, but one of real love.
-You have an amazing woman, Rivers. Kiss her like you feel inside right now, a bundle of excited nerves..almost like it’s your first time. She needs … you.-
“I-ah-” Sylvie had started to speak when Casey’s lips drastically ged what was happeniween them. It took a couple of seds for Sylvie to ge her mi from teacher to lover, and in doing so found that her hands had enpassed Casey’s cheeks without Sylvie initially realizing it. Shortening her cws so that only her fiips pressed lightly on her partner's cheeks, Sylvie caressed up to Casey’s ears and then down to her jawline as light as she could. When Casey shivered hard enough that her body shook the two of them, Sylvie felt her tummy clutd felt like there were a dozen fireflies fluttering around with the io tease her senses. Reassured with how Casey kept moving pleasantly so that Sylvie relished the soft silk of Casey’s nightgown, Sylvie took the added step and pierced her own tongue and spshed blood for the couple to enjoy. With the sweet and rust-iron taste flowing from Sylvie to lightly nourish her lover, Sylvie savored the feeling of Casey gently tugging her blood from her tongue and swirling it with their kiss before swallowing. A simple o love the woman above her, Sylvie moved her lips ever so slightly to explore the curvature of Casey’s and dribbled blood from her tiny pleasured wounds. Crimson and full of muliebrity, Sylvie’s draining psma quickly followed where she’d begun to explore her lover. With every light toud heated brush, Sylvie felt herself getting lost in the wave of feeling that tingled her fingers and toes, made her stomach tighten and above all, sent waves of mild relief. Recalling the teasis of the night, Sylvie had finally gotten what she’d quietly been begging for.
-Cassiopeia’s stars…I love this woman. Every kiss and touch is intoxig. I need her…his. No trol..-
