Post by Chief Baliff Ealora on Jul 4, 2011 18:35:05 GMT -6
Nora/The Children:
Nora spent the better part of her day in preparation for what was to come. She would ready the house for Spring, but all the while prepare the homestead for the busy lives of the children. Their schooling continued while the days turned longer, but upon a rather bright evening their little whispers couldn't be missed. In the study room where the private tutor went over geography, and other such important subjects. However, when the class came to a close she noticed the Asad, children huddled around a large bit of paper. Looking over their shoulders she would smile at the stick figure drawing of their beastly father, and the sketch of their beloved pirate mother, with words to represent Maahes, "DeAR MoMmy, U r needd hom, 2 sinng songes + mak me happy agane. Luv, Daddy." The scribbling really wasn't too far from Maahes's hand, and neither was the spelling. However, Nora pretended to not catch on to their little game, but when they asked to be excused there was a rush up the hillside towards where their mother's cottage remained. Living this far from her wasn't too bad, but even children could pick up on their defeated father. Eppie who played along with this little game was more a grown girl more then ever as she kept a close eye upon her siblings and helped Anubis up the side of the hill. They would mount the note upon her door with a dagger that Ra kept despite Nora not approving, and would put a few of early spring flowers there, "Meat me at te swing atop te hill. 2nite." Was on the other side, and once everything was left they ran like crazy down the hills squealing with excitement.
Ealora:
Despite her new love for the cold days and nights of winter. Ealora was rather looking forward to the coming springs. She longed for the green hills instead of powdered white. She longed for the vibrant coloring of flowers and fruit but more importantly she longed for the longer days which just now crested the hills of the isle and made the days last longer into the night. These new hours would help serve purpose as she swore oath as the Lady Bailiff of the isle because it meant she could finish sooner to spend time with the childre. It tore her heart open to pass them back and forth week after week. It was like his and hers towels and it was not a feeling one got used to often. At least today she had been able to stay home while going through the reports that were a week old due to the distance of the furthest districts of the isle. There was still trouble in the south and she feared soon she would have to leave the children in Maahes care for an extended period of time to go see this trouble for herself. Maggie, her personal lady in waiting giggled as she found Ealora in her office, one booted foot up onto her desk, her head lazily leaned back on the chair as she shifted one report to the back in order to go on to the next one. Maggie held up the letter and chuckled "usted tiene una carta de mi señora(You have a letter my lady)" Ealora's attention instantly lifted and her face twisted in confusion. For weeks now she was battling with learning Spanish and it took her several seconds to comprehend what Maggie was saying as she waved her over. "oh, uh gracias" Even a single word sounded odd on her lips with the tint of Egyptian still in her voice. Maggie nodded as the letter was handed over, the dagger and flowers placed on the desk. Ealora laughed as she read the note and turned it over to see the back before sitting up bringing her foot off the edge of the desk. "A clear give away my children did this, it says mommy" She winked at Maggie as she folded the simple little letter and stuffed it inside her belt. "God only knows the one they wrote their father!" She chimed and let out a laugh again as she reached for the dagger and put it in her belt, the flowers she put in her hair, pulled back into a ponytail the length still managed to brush her bottom. "Shall I wait dinner?" Maggie asked knowing her mistress would go despite knowing who wrote the note. "No, don't bother. Take the night off" Ealora offered with a wide smile for she never let Maggie do much for her and still paid her handsomely for her services. With this Ealora headed for the door to meet the father of her children at the whims of their children.
Maahes:
His note had not been as delicately written, but drawn as it seemed the children knew of their father's struggles to read--his short temper when it came to tutors. They knew him to be gentle despite what the rest of the world knew of him, but they also knew him to be missing a great deal of himself with his wife gone. However, in the past few days a stranger had arrived suddenly, welcomed into the house without introduction, but kept a secret even from the children. She was a beautiful Muslim woman who wore black robes that covered all of her body save for her long slender face, and the tips of her fingers. She would not speak around the children, or look any of the men in the eyes; and she stayed very close to Maahes whenever he was home. So upon the receiving of the drawing of the hilltop swing, she would look to him confused, and he would explain to her in Arabic that perhaps they wished for him to take her there. This woman who outlined her eyes in black kohl, and a fine gold ring that ran through the side of her nose was enchanted by the entire idea of it all-she had upset them all being there, and it was then the children decided to act upon the matter. Careful her inked hand would reach out for the youngest girl who still would pull away, but she dare not even look the young boys in the eyes--a servant to them for their superior sex. She turned dark eyes towards him confused and in Arabic he would beckon her on, "Come. I will show you." The change in the season had been sudden, and he could not have been more thankful. The weather was warming slowly, but still they kept covered by thick robes and spoke in a quiet whisper when arriving to the swing. Maahes sat on one side just as he had done when he and Ealora rocked their child together for the first time, while the Arabic beauty slowly started to undo her Hijab. They sounded like lovers when the swing moved slowly, and her tiny feet dangled from the perch. Yet, their conversation was one of longing almost, as if they were talking of the past.
Ealora:
It was a brisk walk to the hill, Ealora was proud of the children for making the journey from the temple to her little corner of the world or so she had come to think of it. It was never terribly far from the children or others when times became lonely but far enough away that she could shut herself out when she wanted to and lately, she had done just that and he had not been because of work. Her thoughts ran rampade on the walk there, about the children, about Maahes, about her life in general. Of how she seemed to change seemingly overnight even though she had been gone for months. Her journey to this stage in life had been a long one with struggles normal people would crumble. It amazed her that she had set out to become a legend and had done so without realizing she had. Oh how much that had been through, her and Maahes. First their hatred of each other, an estrangement from growing feelings, a whirlwind romance some would say that had a bitter end. But there was no end, Ealora reasoned as she walked, there had never been an end. She paused in her walk to take the 'letter' from her belt and look upon it again, her thumb caressing the stick figures and she was suddenly bombarded with the memory of a heated kiss before being broken by the demonic presentation in Julian. Folding the letter again, she tucked into her belt and pushed her feet onward. By the time she reached the hill, she could tell she was late or at least not the first one to arrive. He had beat her there and at this angle, she saw no one with him. A grin slid across her lips as she pushed on up the hill and it was halfway that she caught the sound of another voice beside his own. For a moment, her heart which beat more rapidly then any normal humans all most stopped and this was not a painful thing for Ealora. She thought of turning around, of going home and why not? He had not seen her yet but...she had to return Rah's dagger, the one she knew by the look of it, that she had left with him when she had taken off. Her thumb pushed the letter further into her belt out of sight as completed the trek towards the top of the hill. "Good Evening" She offered in a low listless hum tinted in her Egyptian.
Maahes:
The woman who had almost removed the black scarf from around her hair made a quick gasp at the sound of another and quickly turned into Maahes to shelter her face from the woman as she started to do back up her hijab. Maahes would instantly move to shelter her as if Ealora were a storm, and she a leaf in the wind. However, there wasn't any sort of anger or relief over his eyes as he watched her move forward, but in turn he would smile. "Good Evening." The woman would stand and move away with her eyes down into the shadow of the brush to continue to dress back up, feeling naked with only her neck showing. "What are you doing about on night like this?" He asked nervously, but stood then as well; correcting his stance he would run a hand through his hair, as well over the front of his shirt to smooth out any wrinkles. He wanted to be the courtier he had been practicing to be, but out here it was hard. With the full moon coming soon his eyes seemed to glow in the light, a deep yellow orange that only got brighter as the night grew darker. "You should not be out at night." More of a comment then a suggestion, but he knew Ealora did as she pleased.
Ealora:
Arms folded over her chest and she stopped a few feet away from them. The moon was only a sliver in the sky, not bright enough to show the features of the woman with Maahes and yet Ealora saw her as if it was a clear bright sunny. Her head cokeed slowly as Maahes first shielded the woman and then stood, the woman backing off into the brush and was pulling her linen back over her neck and head. What was this? She wondered cokeing a slender eyebrow in Maahes direction. Had she intruded upon new lovers? That was unlike Maahes but then Jean was teaching him to be unlike himself and this served to fuel Ealora's annoyance so that her olive toned skin seemed to radiate heat and paint her cheeks a soft pink hue. "It's a beautiful evening. A good time to be outdoors, especially with Companions no?" Her eyes shot behind him to the brush where the woman had disappeared. Was that anger in her voice, perhaps just a little bit. For several seconds she was quite, how could she explain how she knew where to find him. That was easy, don't mention it. "Rah left his dagger at the my home." With this she pulled the weapon from her belt, flicked it in the a toothy grin in his direction before letting out a laugh "No worries, I've eaten" No she hadn't, but he didn't need to know that.
Maahes:
"It is beautiful yes." The light of the blade reflected the drawing moon, and Maahes would stand there with a smirk watching her. There was no doubt somewhere the Frenchman was cussing his students backward progress, Maahes..stay away from women who wield knives other then to cut the weeds from their garden. Ealora killed everything she touched, so she didn't have a garden did she? He parted his lips to start, but like a flash of light the black figure moved like panther in the brush. Her Arabic flying from her lips so fast and so harshly it had to be cursing. She stood between Maahes and his ex like a viper, and her eyes appeared much the same. A hiss returned with a hiss as she barked Arabic to Ealora of the 'stay away' sort. Maahes's eyes would widen and he would be quick to take the woman by her arms, and start trying to reason with her. His words were a deep rich rush of vowels that made him sound as if he were scolding her, but softly. However, whatever he said caused the woman to look between him and Ealora with wide instantly apologetic eyes, but she dare not wiggle away from her brother. "Ealora, this.." He gave a heavy breath, "Is my sister, Zahirah." Turning the woman to look him in the eye they could hardly pass for siblings as her skin was much darker then his own, and her features a bit more dominate of royalty. He would speak to her again in Arabic that's my baby momma, and Zahirah would offer a shy smile to the woman, but unable to say anything for she didn't speak any English at all. Again the woman would look at Ealora with eyes that could almost look through her, for the women of her homelands were fierce creatures, but this one was something in her own right. She would smile one more time before looking back up to Maahes to answer him, before moving off onto the path. They were alone then, finally, and Maahes exhaled sharply. "Her husband was killed, my brother beat her everyday like slave. She ran away. I am all she has." Please don't judge me. Everyone else had, but he had to keep her a secret for now; for fear of another uprising like the last time.
Ealora:
"Mmm, the full moon, brings back memories" Slender eyebrows flickered upward and downward rapidly a few times as if in suggestion before the grin was again sliding across her lips. Celadon eyes cut to the woman as she hissed and ramblings in what Ealora understood to be Arabic but their meaning completely lost. Ealora chin dipped upward, a clear sign that she was about to give warning. There was only one chance with Ealora, one warning before yes, everything that met her hands died away. Her lips jerked but before she could get a word in Maahes pulled the woman back and they began an exchange of words. Ealora's hands came to her waist, thumbs looping into her belt. Celadon eyes hinted with the threat of a fire not present reflecting in the green orbs as she looked between her ex and the woman until the woman cast her an apologetic eyes that had once before been a viper ready to strike her. A slender eyebrow rose in question soon in answer and Ealora heaved out a sigh as if she truly were disappointed in him with his admission. Her attention turned to Zahirah and she gave a nod of her head, bowing slightly at the waist before her attention returned to Maahes again rocking back and forth from toe to heel as Zahirah took to the path leaving them alone. Ealora head dipped, her tongue snaking out to lick at her lips. Oh how she could still hear him without him ever saying a word. It was a tense second and a half before her hands left her waist and she closed the distance between them and took his face into her hands. Without asking, without hesitating a second, her lips met his and the full lines of her lips massaged his own for what seemed like eternity and was only a few seconds before she pulled away. "This, is what I loved...love about you Maahes. This is who you are. Not.." She paused to tuck on his wrinkle free top "...this" Her eyes rose to meet his as she let out a sigh and shook her head taking a step away from him. "I have to admit, I thought the worst for a moment but then, can you blame me? All the court is aflutter with rumors that you are looking for a new wife. I have to suppose this is why you are allowing that 'frilly frenchman' as you used to call him change you?" She gave a shake of her head again sending the ponytail of her hair waving "Is this what you want? Is this who you want to be? An if not, then why are you doing this? Why are you allowing someone else tell you who you should be, teaching you to be anything other then what you are?" A slow smile curled her lips even as it seemed she was 'scolding' him. "Have I taught you nothing in our years together?"
Maahes:
He was shocked with her kiss, stunned to where he didn't move at first against her, but his hands finally relaxed as well the rest of his body and he joined her with his kiss. She confused the daylights out of him, and it was a constant battle between what she wanted, and what she didn't. There was a great change in him, a deep one that was hard to look over anymore. He had become an English speaking man overnight it seemed, and it wasn't just manners that Jean-Claude taught him. With her close..she fogged everything up, and the animal inside him wanted so bad to eat her alive. Yet, he would raise his hand to touch her arm, the heat of his palm could almost sizzle against her cold skin, and the roll of the thunder that was his voice continued, Is this who you loved?" He asked her with one eye narrowing in his sarcastic question, "Ealora I am seeing this world in a whole new light, making choices on my own without anyone to answer to, or anyone to disappoint. In the war room I understand, and am listened to." Maahes would shake his head then, the long black strands of his hair were tied back, perhaps like Jean-Claude would have done when his hair was shorter, and little curls broke free to surround his face. His hair had been a huge change on him, and it was the first thing Zahirah had said. "I never know what you loved about me, Ealora. All I know is that I'm finding myself again, and I like this." It was more then manners to him, more then clothes (which he ruined anyway), but it was about adapting to something more then fighting in a ring. Battles were fought on land, but wars were won in counsels and at round tables. "I for the first time in my life know what I want, in a woman, in a home, and in my heart. So don't you dare come and think for an instant that I am willing to move when you want me to." His hand came to collect her hips pulling her against his chest with such a force she would have no choice but to look up at him, "I'm still very much who I was. I just know now what it is I need to make me happy. I am sick of crying, sick of feeling too weak, and tired of you coming in and out of my life when you please. You are like storm Ealora. Beautiful at distance, deadly when against. One day someone will teach you a lesson." Had he ever spoken so clearly to her? With such passion and conviction? Nope.
Ealora:
"I loved the man who was not afraid to be passionate even when he was being brutal about it. Who spoke the truth, even if it was hurtful because he knew it was the truth. I love the passion in you and the fire in your skin that radiated into your very mannerism." She huffed in a laugh and shook her head. "It's easy to say what I love about you Maahes, a much harder question to pin the things I don't love about you." Her gaze fell to his hand against her arm. God above but he could inflame her with a simple touch and even when there was no passion to be gained from the moment. She fell silent as he spoke about it being a new world for him, of being listened to, how he was finding himself and liked it. She gave him a sad smile as her hand curled against his shirt and then released, even smoothing the wrinkles she had created. "I am happy for you Maahes and I proud of all that you have accomplished in everything you had done, past and present." Her hips rolled backward as she prepared to take a step away from him when she was jerked against him and her chin tilted back to look up into his face. "Would you love me if I was anything then what I am?" She posed back at him as her lips curled into a half grin as if she were tempting him. She always did have a way of keeping him on his toes. "I am listening Maahes, tell me, what do you want in a woman? what do you need to be happy?"
Maahes:
And here it was. The moment of truth. The moment Jean-Claude had coached him for months now. Maahes, the most important thing in a relationship is ze communication. Adelaide and I talk every night before bed, did you and Ealora not? No, Fruit we f- "What do I want in a woman?" He held her tightly so that she couldn't get away, even if she wanted to she wouldn't be able to, "In the cabin, when your Julian attack, the way you let me protect you." There it was ladies and gentleman the most important thing...JC was hanging his head somewhere, "I want a woman who lets me be her man. Who does not fight all her fights alone, but every now and then lets me be her warlord. I want a woman who enjoys being home with her children just as much as she does killing her enemy." Slowly he started to sway as he spoke in a heated whisper against her neck, "Who when she goes out to hunt, she knows what she wants." The last part was a harsh growl that was more the animal side to him then anything, "Who will stop denying me what I want." He would drag his lips along the pale lines of her neck before kissing the tender place behind her ear. "Who will come home, where she belongs."
Ealora:
Oh if she knew the things Maahes had discussed with Jean Claude, she would of gotten a good laugh out if it and smiled in delight of the truth of it all. There was not much, if anything, that Ealora was ashamed of. Her fingers curled into the front of his shirt, crumbling the material into the ball of her fists as his arms tightened around her making it clear she was going nowhere. An somewhere in the night, JC was banging his head against a wall. Celadon eyes tracked left and right taking in the look of his face as he spoke of what he wanted and when he swayed, her body moved in tandem with his own, lids slid closed over her eyes as his head dipped speaking in a heated whisper against her flesh which prickled with goose bumps. Gods above, but this man was going to be the death of her...oh that's right...he all ready was. She let out a slow long sigh as he kissed the tender place behind her ear, the one place that always made her melt. "We've changed so much lately Maahes. I can promise you, the sea no longer is a barrier between us. The sea is my past, this land is my present but you need to know, you have always been my past, my present and my future. Our children, I love above my own life. I cherish each moment I have with them, but I also love my job, I love that I work to make this a better life for them. I hope you will not ask me to give that up, because I can't. Somehow though, I don't think you would or will. My place has always been to stand beside you, to be with you. No other could inflame me with passion and in annoyance" She hummed in a laugh as she brought a hand up capture his cheek, her fingers curling down the line of his jaw to capture his chin before her thumb and forefinger, pulling his face back to meet her own. "I can't promise we won't argue, we're passionate people you and I, especially when it comes to either of us being in danger; I have loved you for who you are a long time Maahes and nothing since has ever made me stop. I need to know that you can accept that I cannot just stay home with the children, as much as I love them, as much as I will fight to spend as much time with them as possible, I cannot sit by and do just that. You have always been my man Maahes, and I can promise to allow you to be my warlord every now an then." She let go of his chin finally and let her fingers caress down the hollow of his neck and back up in a circle eight till it met his hairline and her fingers tangle in his new straighter locks. "I said earlier I had eaten, that didn't mean I wasn't hunting" She grinned "I want you Maahes, I always have." She gripped tight to the back of his head and pulled his lips down to hers again.
Nora spent the better part of her day in preparation for what was to come. She would ready the house for Spring, but all the while prepare the homestead for the busy lives of the children. Their schooling continued while the days turned longer, but upon a rather bright evening their little whispers couldn't be missed. In the study room where the private tutor went over geography, and other such important subjects. However, when the class came to a close she noticed the Asad, children huddled around a large bit of paper. Looking over their shoulders she would smile at the stick figure drawing of their beastly father, and the sketch of their beloved pirate mother, with words to represent Maahes, "DeAR MoMmy, U r needd hom, 2 sinng songes + mak me happy agane. Luv, Daddy." The scribbling really wasn't too far from Maahes's hand, and neither was the spelling. However, Nora pretended to not catch on to their little game, but when they asked to be excused there was a rush up the hillside towards where their mother's cottage remained. Living this far from her wasn't too bad, but even children could pick up on their defeated father. Eppie who played along with this little game was more a grown girl more then ever as she kept a close eye upon her siblings and helped Anubis up the side of the hill. They would mount the note upon her door with a dagger that Ra kept despite Nora not approving, and would put a few of early spring flowers there, "Meat me at te swing atop te hill. 2nite." Was on the other side, and once everything was left they ran like crazy down the hills squealing with excitement.
Ealora:
Despite her new love for the cold days and nights of winter. Ealora was rather looking forward to the coming springs. She longed for the green hills instead of powdered white. She longed for the vibrant coloring of flowers and fruit but more importantly she longed for the longer days which just now crested the hills of the isle and made the days last longer into the night. These new hours would help serve purpose as she swore oath as the Lady Bailiff of the isle because it meant she could finish sooner to spend time with the childre. It tore her heart open to pass them back and forth week after week. It was like his and hers towels and it was not a feeling one got used to often. At least today she had been able to stay home while going through the reports that were a week old due to the distance of the furthest districts of the isle. There was still trouble in the south and she feared soon she would have to leave the children in Maahes care for an extended period of time to go see this trouble for herself. Maggie, her personal lady in waiting giggled as she found Ealora in her office, one booted foot up onto her desk, her head lazily leaned back on the chair as she shifted one report to the back in order to go on to the next one. Maggie held up the letter and chuckled "usted tiene una carta de mi señora(You have a letter my lady)" Ealora's attention instantly lifted and her face twisted in confusion. For weeks now she was battling with learning Spanish and it took her several seconds to comprehend what Maggie was saying as she waved her over. "oh, uh gracias" Even a single word sounded odd on her lips with the tint of Egyptian still in her voice. Maggie nodded as the letter was handed over, the dagger and flowers placed on the desk. Ealora laughed as she read the note and turned it over to see the back before sitting up bringing her foot off the edge of the desk. "A clear give away my children did this, it says mommy" She winked at Maggie as she folded the simple little letter and stuffed it inside her belt. "God only knows the one they wrote their father!" She chimed and let out a laugh again as she reached for the dagger and put it in her belt, the flowers she put in her hair, pulled back into a ponytail the length still managed to brush her bottom. "Shall I wait dinner?" Maggie asked knowing her mistress would go despite knowing who wrote the note. "No, don't bother. Take the night off" Ealora offered with a wide smile for she never let Maggie do much for her and still paid her handsomely for her services. With this Ealora headed for the door to meet the father of her children at the whims of their children.
Maahes:
His note had not been as delicately written, but drawn as it seemed the children knew of their father's struggles to read--his short temper when it came to tutors. They knew him to be gentle despite what the rest of the world knew of him, but they also knew him to be missing a great deal of himself with his wife gone. However, in the past few days a stranger had arrived suddenly, welcomed into the house without introduction, but kept a secret even from the children. She was a beautiful Muslim woman who wore black robes that covered all of her body save for her long slender face, and the tips of her fingers. She would not speak around the children, or look any of the men in the eyes; and she stayed very close to Maahes whenever he was home. So upon the receiving of the drawing of the hilltop swing, she would look to him confused, and he would explain to her in Arabic that perhaps they wished for him to take her there. This woman who outlined her eyes in black kohl, and a fine gold ring that ran through the side of her nose was enchanted by the entire idea of it all-she had upset them all being there, and it was then the children decided to act upon the matter. Careful her inked hand would reach out for the youngest girl who still would pull away, but she dare not even look the young boys in the eyes--a servant to them for their superior sex. She turned dark eyes towards him confused and in Arabic he would beckon her on, "Come. I will show you." The change in the season had been sudden, and he could not have been more thankful. The weather was warming slowly, but still they kept covered by thick robes and spoke in a quiet whisper when arriving to the swing. Maahes sat on one side just as he had done when he and Ealora rocked their child together for the first time, while the Arabic beauty slowly started to undo her Hijab. They sounded like lovers when the swing moved slowly, and her tiny feet dangled from the perch. Yet, their conversation was one of longing almost, as if they were talking of the past.
Ealora:
It was a brisk walk to the hill, Ealora was proud of the children for making the journey from the temple to her little corner of the world or so she had come to think of it. It was never terribly far from the children or others when times became lonely but far enough away that she could shut herself out when she wanted to and lately, she had done just that and he had not been because of work. Her thoughts ran rampade on the walk there, about the children, about Maahes, about her life in general. Of how she seemed to change seemingly overnight even though she had been gone for months. Her journey to this stage in life had been a long one with struggles normal people would crumble. It amazed her that she had set out to become a legend and had done so without realizing she had. Oh how much that had been through, her and Maahes. First their hatred of each other, an estrangement from growing feelings, a whirlwind romance some would say that had a bitter end. But there was no end, Ealora reasoned as she walked, there had never been an end. She paused in her walk to take the 'letter' from her belt and look upon it again, her thumb caressing the stick figures and she was suddenly bombarded with the memory of a heated kiss before being broken by the demonic presentation in Julian. Folding the letter again, she tucked into her belt and pushed her feet onward. By the time she reached the hill, she could tell she was late or at least not the first one to arrive. He had beat her there and at this angle, she saw no one with him. A grin slid across her lips as she pushed on up the hill and it was halfway that she caught the sound of another voice beside his own. For a moment, her heart which beat more rapidly then any normal humans all most stopped and this was not a painful thing for Ealora. She thought of turning around, of going home and why not? He had not seen her yet but...she had to return Rah's dagger, the one she knew by the look of it, that she had left with him when she had taken off. Her thumb pushed the letter further into her belt out of sight as completed the trek towards the top of the hill. "Good Evening" She offered in a low listless hum tinted in her Egyptian.
Maahes:
The woman who had almost removed the black scarf from around her hair made a quick gasp at the sound of another and quickly turned into Maahes to shelter her face from the woman as she started to do back up her hijab. Maahes would instantly move to shelter her as if Ealora were a storm, and she a leaf in the wind. However, there wasn't any sort of anger or relief over his eyes as he watched her move forward, but in turn he would smile. "Good Evening." The woman would stand and move away with her eyes down into the shadow of the brush to continue to dress back up, feeling naked with only her neck showing. "What are you doing about on night like this?" He asked nervously, but stood then as well; correcting his stance he would run a hand through his hair, as well over the front of his shirt to smooth out any wrinkles. He wanted to be the courtier he had been practicing to be, but out here it was hard. With the full moon coming soon his eyes seemed to glow in the light, a deep yellow orange that only got brighter as the night grew darker. "You should not be out at night." More of a comment then a suggestion, but he knew Ealora did as she pleased.
Ealora:
Arms folded over her chest and she stopped a few feet away from them. The moon was only a sliver in the sky, not bright enough to show the features of the woman with Maahes and yet Ealora saw her as if it was a clear bright sunny. Her head cokeed slowly as Maahes first shielded the woman and then stood, the woman backing off into the brush and was pulling her linen back over her neck and head. What was this? She wondered cokeing a slender eyebrow in Maahes direction. Had she intruded upon new lovers? That was unlike Maahes but then Jean was teaching him to be unlike himself and this served to fuel Ealora's annoyance so that her olive toned skin seemed to radiate heat and paint her cheeks a soft pink hue. "It's a beautiful evening. A good time to be outdoors, especially with Companions no?" Her eyes shot behind him to the brush where the woman had disappeared. Was that anger in her voice, perhaps just a little bit. For several seconds she was quite, how could she explain how she knew where to find him. That was easy, don't mention it. "Rah left his dagger at the my home." With this she pulled the weapon from her belt, flicked it in the a toothy grin in his direction before letting out a laugh "No worries, I've eaten" No she hadn't, but he didn't need to know that.
Maahes:
"It is beautiful yes." The light of the blade reflected the drawing moon, and Maahes would stand there with a smirk watching her. There was no doubt somewhere the Frenchman was cussing his students backward progress, Maahes..stay away from women who wield knives other then to cut the weeds from their garden. Ealora killed everything she touched, so she didn't have a garden did she? He parted his lips to start, but like a flash of light the black figure moved like panther in the brush. Her Arabic flying from her lips so fast and so harshly it had to be cursing. She stood between Maahes and his ex like a viper, and her eyes appeared much the same. A hiss returned with a hiss as she barked Arabic to Ealora of the 'stay away' sort. Maahes's eyes would widen and he would be quick to take the woman by her arms, and start trying to reason with her. His words were a deep rich rush of vowels that made him sound as if he were scolding her, but softly. However, whatever he said caused the woman to look between him and Ealora with wide instantly apologetic eyes, but she dare not wiggle away from her brother. "Ealora, this.." He gave a heavy breath, "Is my sister, Zahirah." Turning the woman to look him in the eye they could hardly pass for siblings as her skin was much darker then his own, and her features a bit more dominate of royalty. He would speak to her again in Arabic that's my baby momma, and Zahirah would offer a shy smile to the woman, but unable to say anything for she didn't speak any English at all. Again the woman would look at Ealora with eyes that could almost look through her, for the women of her homelands were fierce creatures, but this one was something in her own right. She would smile one more time before looking back up to Maahes to answer him, before moving off onto the path. They were alone then, finally, and Maahes exhaled sharply. "Her husband was killed, my brother beat her everyday like slave. She ran away. I am all she has." Please don't judge me. Everyone else had, but he had to keep her a secret for now; for fear of another uprising like the last time.
Ealora:
"Mmm, the full moon, brings back memories" Slender eyebrows flickered upward and downward rapidly a few times as if in suggestion before the grin was again sliding across her lips. Celadon eyes cut to the woman as she hissed and ramblings in what Ealora understood to be Arabic but their meaning completely lost. Ealora chin dipped upward, a clear sign that she was about to give warning. There was only one chance with Ealora, one warning before yes, everything that met her hands died away. Her lips jerked but before she could get a word in Maahes pulled the woman back and they began an exchange of words. Ealora's hands came to her waist, thumbs looping into her belt. Celadon eyes hinted with the threat of a fire not present reflecting in the green orbs as she looked between her ex and the woman until the woman cast her an apologetic eyes that had once before been a viper ready to strike her. A slender eyebrow rose in question soon in answer and Ealora heaved out a sigh as if she truly were disappointed in him with his admission. Her attention turned to Zahirah and she gave a nod of her head, bowing slightly at the waist before her attention returned to Maahes again rocking back and forth from toe to heel as Zahirah took to the path leaving them alone. Ealora head dipped, her tongue snaking out to lick at her lips. Oh how she could still hear him without him ever saying a word. It was a tense second and a half before her hands left her waist and she closed the distance between them and took his face into her hands. Without asking, without hesitating a second, her lips met his and the full lines of her lips massaged his own for what seemed like eternity and was only a few seconds before she pulled away. "This, is what I loved...love about you Maahes. This is who you are. Not.." She paused to tuck on his wrinkle free top "...this" Her eyes rose to meet his as she let out a sigh and shook her head taking a step away from him. "I have to admit, I thought the worst for a moment but then, can you blame me? All the court is aflutter with rumors that you are looking for a new wife. I have to suppose this is why you are allowing that 'frilly frenchman' as you used to call him change you?" She gave a shake of her head again sending the ponytail of her hair waving "Is this what you want? Is this who you want to be? An if not, then why are you doing this? Why are you allowing someone else tell you who you should be, teaching you to be anything other then what you are?" A slow smile curled her lips even as it seemed she was 'scolding' him. "Have I taught you nothing in our years together?"
Maahes:
He was shocked with her kiss, stunned to where he didn't move at first against her, but his hands finally relaxed as well the rest of his body and he joined her with his kiss. She confused the daylights out of him, and it was a constant battle between what she wanted, and what she didn't. There was a great change in him, a deep one that was hard to look over anymore. He had become an English speaking man overnight it seemed, and it wasn't just manners that Jean-Claude taught him. With her close..she fogged everything up, and the animal inside him wanted so bad to eat her alive. Yet, he would raise his hand to touch her arm, the heat of his palm could almost sizzle against her cold skin, and the roll of the thunder that was his voice continued, Is this who you loved?" He asked her with one eye narrowing in his sarcastic question, "Ealora I am seeing this world in a whole new light, making choices on my own without anyone to answer to, or anyone to disappoint. In the war room I understand, and am listened to." Maahes would shake his head then, the long black strands of his hair were tied back, perhaps like Jean-Claude would have done when his hair was shorter, and little curls broke free to surround his face. His hair had been a huge change on him, and it was the first thing Zahirah had said. "I never know what you loved about me, Ealora. All I know is that I'm finding myself again, and I like this." It was more then manners to him, more then clothes (which he ruined anyway), but it was about adapting to something more then fighting in a ring. Battles were fought on land, but wars were won in counsels and at round tables. "I for the first time in my life know what I want, in a woman, in a home, and in my heart. So don't you dare come and think for an instant that I am willing to move when you want me to." His hand came to collect her hips pulling her against his chest with such a force she would have no choice but to look up at him, "I'm still very much who I was. I just know now what it is I need to make me happy. I am sick of crying, sick of feeling too weak, and tired of you coming in and out of my life when you please. You are like storm Ealora. Beautiful at distance, deadly when against. One day someone will teach you a lesson." Had he ever spoken so clearly to her? With such passion and conviction? Nope.
Ealora:
"I loved the man who was not afraid to be passionate even when he was being brutal about it. Who spoke the truth, even if it was hurtful because he knew it was the truth. I love the passion in you and the fire in your skin that radiated into your very mannerism." She huffed in a laugh and shook her head. "It's easy to say what I love about you Maahes, a much harder question to pin the things I don't love about you." Her gaze fell to his hand against her arm. God above but he could inflame her with a simple touch and even when there was no passion to be gained from the moment. She fell silent as he spoke about it being a new world for him, of being listened to, how he was finding himself and liked it. She gave him a sad smile as her hand curled against his shirt and then released, even smoothing the wrinkles she had created. "I am happy for you Maahes and I proud of all that you have accomplished in everything you had done, past and present." Her hips rolled backward as she prepared to take a step away from him when she was jerked against him and her chin tilted back to look up into his face. "Would you love me if I was anything then what I am?" She posed back at him as her lips curled into a half grin as if she were tempting him. She always did have a way of keeping him on his toes. "I am listening Maahes, tell me, what do you want in a woman? what do you need to be happy?"
Maahes:
And here it was. The moment of truth. The moment Jean-Claude had coached him for months now. Maahes, the most important thing in a relationship is ze communication. Adelaide and I talk every night before bed, did you and Ealora not? No, Fruit we f- "What do I want in a woman?" He held her tightly so that she couldn't get away, even if she wanted to she wouldn't be able to, "In the cabin, when your Julian attack, the way you let me protect you." There it was ladies and gentleman the most important thing...JC was hanging his head somewhere, "I want a woman who lets me be her man. Who does not fight all her fights alone, but every now and then lets me be her warlord. I want a woman who enjoys being home with her children just as much as she does killing her enemy." Slowly he started to sway as he spoke in a heated whisper against her neck, "Who when she goes out to hunt, she knows what she wants." The last part was a harsh growl that was more the animal side to him then anything, "Who will stop denying me what I want." He would drag his lips along the pale lines of her neck before kissing the tender place behind her ear. "Who will come home, where she belongs."
Ealora:
Oh if she knew the things Maahes had discussed with Jean Claude, she would of gotten a good laugh out if it and smiled in delight of the truth of it all. There was not much, if anything, that Ealora was ashamed of. Her fingers curled into the front of his shirt, crumbling the material into the ball of her fists as his arms tightened around her making it clear she was going nowhere. An somewhere in the night, JC was banging his head against a wall. Celadon eyes tracked left and right taking in the look of his face as he spoke of what he wanted and when he swayed, her body moved in tandem with his own, lids slid closed over her eyes as his head dipped speaking in a heated whisper against her flesh which prickled with goose bumps. Gods above, but this man was going to be the death of her...oh that's right...he all ready was. She let out a slow long sigh as he kissed the tender place behind her ear, the one place that always made her melt. "We've changed so much lately Maahes. I can promise you, the sea no longer is a barrier between us. The sea is my past, this land is my present but you need to know, you have always been my past, my present and my future. Our children, I love above my own life. I cherish each moment I have with them, but I also love my job, I love that I work to make this a better life for them. I hope you will not ask me to give that up, because I can't. Somehow though, I don't think you would or will. My place has always been to stand beside you, to be with you. No other could inflame me with passion and in annoyance" She hummed in a laugh as she brought a hand up capture his cheek, her fingers curling down the line of his jaw to capture his chin before her thumb and forefinger, pulling his face back to meet her own. "I can't promise we won't argue, we're passionate people you and I, especially when it comes to either of us being in danger; I have loved you for who you are a long time Maahes and nothing since has ever made me stop. I need to know that you can accept that I cannot just stay home with the children, as much as I love them, as much as I will fight to spend as much time with them as possible, I cannot sit by and do just that. You have always been my man Maahes, and I can promise to allow you to be my warlord every now an then." She let go of his chin finally and let her fingers caress down the hollow of his neck and back up in a circle eight till it met his hairline and her fingers tangle in his new straighter locks. "I said earlier I had eaten, that didn't mean I wasn't hunting" She grinned "I want you Maahes, I always have." She gripped tight to the back of his head and pulled his lips down to hers again.
