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aphros_born

Mt Etna

Dec 03, 2006 11:37

The goddess is sitting, cross-legged, in a patch of shifting sunshine that creates ever-changing highlights of liquid gold in her (flame) red hair. The afore-mentioned hair falls past her face, as her head is bent forward in concentration on something she holds between her slender, talented fingers. Not talented for this sort of work, though. A ( Read more... )

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forge_fire December 3 2006, 18:45:23 UTC

He's still working on the spoon-snake, a little treat for himself really as the creatures become his very own companion. The snake himself, however, is impatient and doesn't seem to understand why he's being covered in flecks of emerald and gold and obsidian. Heph, however, has got him soothed well enough that he's more than half done doing just that.

He sits in the outer area of the workshop, the inner sections closest to the magma flows where he works in the forge. This part looks more like a tinkers shop.

forge_fire December 3 2006, 19:39:27 UTC

His eyes are closed almost before she finishes saying it.

"All right."

aphros_born December 3 2006, 19:42:39 UTC

She reaches out and for a moment her fingers brush his hair, as she fastens her gift around his neck. A simple cord, woven out of her own hair, it's ends fused together as she fastens it into a single circle, as if there had never been a join at all. It gleams softly in the low light, looking as if it has been crafted from red gold, only it's lack of weight betraying it as anything else.

"You can look now."

forge_fire December 3 2006, 19:47:06 UTC

He doesn't even have to look. He can feel her in the work, both that it was her hair and that she had fashioned it and fashioned it for him. He opens his eyes, looking at her and not the necklace, unsure of what to say or even how he'd say it.

aphros_born December 3 2006, 19:52:17 UTC

"I," she says, not entirely sure how to explain the sentiment behind the gift. "You've given me so many things - and I never knew what they meant."

She doesn't have to tell him that she does, now. It's in her eyes.

"I'm afraid," with a husky laugh, "that you can't take it off without destroying it."

forge_fire December 3 2006, 19:56:46 UTC

"I wouldn't do either. Ever," he answers. And this... this is the finest gift he's ever been given or ever would be given. She'd made something of herself into something for him... and she'd taken the time to learn what his art, what his Purpose, what his Craft was about.

He reaches out, unable to keep himself proper as he smiles, so warm, and lets his hands slip down to her waist.

aphros_born December 3 2006, 20:03:20 UTC

It is a poor effort, given his artistry, but she had hoped that the sentiment would over-power the imperfections. It seems that her hope hadn't been misplaced.

She leans into his embrace with a soft sigh, her head resting on his shoulder, lips pressed lightly against his neck. Content, just for the moment, to be close to him. One hand slips up, to trace a soft line along his throat, where the cord lies.

forge_fire December 3 2006, 23:35:56 UTC

Another shiver and his shoulders drop down just a little as he melts with his own contentment. The touch to his throat has him reaching his hand up to pull that little white hand to his lips and a kiss, as gentle as he can manage, is pressed on it.

aphros_born December 3 2006, 23:43:09 UTC

He really can't break her - but the way he treats her, as if she were some fragile delicate thing that could crumble away in his hands, makes her immortal heart skip a beat. Now, she does give in to instinct and slip into his lap, arms twining about his neck.

"I love you," she says, just before her lips cover his and communication is not a thing that needs speech.

forge_fire December 3 2006, 23:49:36 UTC

There's one short, awkward moment where he tries to tell her the same before he's swept up in her kiss. But she's in his lap, against him, kissing him and her scent is all around him, in his nose and on the air and in every breath he takes and perhaps he can enchant metal and jewels and flame and forge and anything else, but she's utterly enchanted him and the chain around his neck marks him almost unnecessarily as hers.

aphros_born December 4 2006, 00:01:25 UTC

He doesn't need to tell her - his touch is quite eloquent enough. She wants him to feel her love as truly as she feels his. And when the goddess of love decides to tell you just how much she loves you, it can be quite an overwhelming experience.

It can also take quite some time.

Which it does.

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