cont'd.
He searched her eyes for answers she did not have. And beneath that
intense azure gaze her own became far-away and seeking. The lids sliding
closed, shutting away the storm clouds that threatened on a remote
horizon.
The air between them became rife with apprehension; questions lingered
and demanded attention, a response. It belonged to her now, he’d spoken
his piece and his sun rose and set on the woman standing before him. With
one careless word, one misspoken phrase, she could obliterate a titan. A
colossal life form that so many had tried to destroy; ending up on the
other side of the grave. But she knew as sure as the sun would rise and
set, he would die at her feet should she but request it.
Circe looked like a sculpture engraved by an over indulgent master with
an eye for minute detail. In truth, had it not for the gentle rise and
fall of her breasts as life sustained itself, one could have argued that
she was not existing.
A movement at last, her hand rose, reaching out into that no man’s land
that lay like a minefield between them. The delicate chime of minuscule
silver bells accompanied each shift of her form. Like stars fashioned of
melodies, they spoke of her as they always had.
For just a instant, willowy fingers reached across that abyss as if in
search of something that had so long been absent from her existence. The
truth be told, their marriage had been but a short-lived moment in time,
a season of happiness amid a bitter harvest of seasons untold.
Moment by moment those years played themselves out upon the screen of her
mind. Having her children with only the Priestesses of Avalon in
attendance; a boy and a girl each resembling a parent. As they grew,
there were questions unspoken in mirrored gray glances. Years flew as she
buried herself into the plight of Avalon and it’s political concerns of
the day. And before she knew it, both children were grown. Gawen gone to
a druid sect that led isolated lives in the distant reaches of the Isle
of Apples; and her beautiful daughter Caillean who spoke the vows of a
Priestess and stood at her mother’s side.
Bronze knew nothing of these things, quite simply because he had not been
there. Her brief and ill suited marriage to Lone Wolf…their still born
daughter. The grief, the anguish, the pain, the loneliness and of course,
the anger.
What did he want from her; what did she want from him? Was there anything
left, could they salvage anything from the ruins of what once had been
mighty and strong, as mighty and strong as the two of them together?
Dawn broke over the summer sea as her lids lifted to show gray eyes that
had seen too much and knew not enough.
“Were I to banish you from me, Bronze. I would only be subjecting myself
to a prison not unlike the one which has held me captive all these years.
For the moment my pride would be stated, but what would that serve in the
years to come? Know you that I loved you with all my being? Know you that
I bore your children with joy? Know you that for years I could not visit
my second home on this earth because of the shame I held within me? No, I
would not turn you away, for it would be as if I were turning my face away
from myself and what I once was. Let us go from here, one step at a time
and see where the path takes us.”
intense azure gaze her own became far-away and seeking. The lids sliding
closed, shutting away the storm clouds that threatened on a remote
horizon.
The air between them became rife with apprehension; questions lingered
and demanded attention, a response. It belonged to her now, he’d spoken
his piece and his sun rose and set on the woman standing before him. With
one careless word, one misspoken phrase, she could obliterate a titan. A
colossal life form that so many had tried to destroy; ending up on the
other side of the grave. But she knew as sure as the sun would rise and
set, he would die at her feet should she but request it.
Circe looked like a sculpture engraved by an over indulgent master with
an eye for minute detail. In truth, had it not for the gentle rise and
fall of her breasts as life sustained itself, one could have argued that
she was not existing.
A movement at last, her hand rose, reaching out into that no man’s land
that lay like a minefield between them. The delicate chime of minuscule
silver bells accompanied each shift of her form. Like stars fashioned of
melodies, they spoke of her as they always had.
For just a instant, willowy fingers reached across that abyss as if in
search of something that had so long been absent from her existence. The
truth be told, their marriage had been but a short-lived moment in time,
a season of happiness amid a bitter harvest of seasons untold.
Moment by moment those years played themselves out upon the screen of her
mind. Having her children with only the Priestesses of Avalon in
attendance; a boy and a girl each resembling a parent. As they grew,
there were questions unspoken in mirrored gray glances. Years flew as she
buried herself into the plight of Avalon and it’s political concerns of
the day. And before she knew it, both children were grown. Gawen gone to
a druid sect that led isolated lives in the distant reaches of the Isle
of Apples; and her beautiful daughter Caillean who spoke the vows of a
Priestess and stood at her mother’s side.
Bronze knew nothing of these things, quite simply because he had not been
there. Her brief and ill suited marriage to Lone Wolf…their still born
daughter. The grief, the anguish, the pain, the loneliness and of course,
the anger.
What did he want from her; what did she want from him? Was there anything
left, could they salvage anything from the ruins of what once had been
mighty and strong, as mighty and strong as the two of them together?
Dawn broke over the summer sea as her lids lifted to show gray eyes that
had seen too much and knew not enough.
“Were I to banish you from me, Bronze. I would only be subjecting myself
to a prison not unlike the one which has held me captive all these years.
For the moment my pride would be stated, but what would that serve in the
years to come? Know you that I loved you with all my being? Know you that
I bore your children with joy? Know you that for years I could not visit
my second home on this earth because of the shame I held within me? No, I
would not turn you away, for it would be as if I were turning my face away
from myself and what I once was. Let us go from here, one step at a time
and see where the path takes us.”