Thursday, August 17, 2017

To Submit

Preface: Reklah slays the homunculous and acquires a forsaken amber crystal that ages him immensely and removes all connection to the divine/magic. This quest has the potential to shift the balance of good and evil on Algoron.
 
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Nymaya: To Submit
8/25/2012
To: Reklah Ashtiel ( Necrucifer Imm RP )
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She sat in a cocoon of stillness, watching her husband stare at the fire. It was the only source of sound and movement in the comfortable confines of the parlor.

It was almost more alive than he, and yet his thin shoulders rose and fell with breath. She knew that she was watching him wither.

The stark realization was like a vice grip around her heart, but for the depth of emotion she felt for him, she was left to sit and stare in a perpetual state of inaction. This was beyond what anyone could control.

She was beginning to feel as hollowed out as he looked and bitterness, as black as the depths of the Abyss and just as merciless, seethed silently within.

For as frustrated as she was, she understood her place. She could not but understand. He had taught her as much as he could. She knew what it was to walk in Darkness. She now knew that it was going to strip them to the soul and they were going to give all - willingly.

The tension deepened, strung so very tight, but still she sat unmoving.

It was not enough that she was what she was and had done what she had done. The void seemed destined to pull him back in and though she knew this certainty, it didn't make anything easier. The thought was strangely quiescent within; a serene moment of introspection.

Reklah had already devoted himself to it, was prepared to do whatever he had to do for the Darkness. He had grown all his life with it, had already submitted to the fullness of his devotion and what Necrucifer might demand of him.

Did that mean she had not perhaps?

The question floored her. The tension drained, her shoulders drooped - not with despair, but with a dawning of something so very fundamental. The bitterness dissolved in the wake though the seething black inside her remained, an quiet enmity that knew no vengeance.

She did not know how to let go, to truly submit. Not when it came to him, at least.

Her whole life had been a constant struggle on so many fronts. Could she sacrifice what she needed to, to submit her will to His completely?

She blinked, dry-eyed, at Reklah and for the first time envied him with an intensity she had never known. She had lived for four centuries and yet, in his four decades, he had come further than she might ever hope to on his chosen road.

And now, time was running too short.

The sands of the hourglass fell, striking the bottom of the glass with a sound that could - that would - shatter the future.

Slowly did she turn her gaze from the fire and found him looking at her. There was an emptiness she didn't recognize there but they shared that gaze, a moment as intimate as any they had had.

"What are you doing?" He finally asked, just before she stood up.

He knew her so very well.

"Submitting." She whispered.

She didn't know what she needed to do, but there were places to start. 

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