{"id":1167,"date":"2014-07-26T12:39:00","date_gmt":"2014-07-26T16:39:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/?p=1167"},"modified":"2014-06-14T01:43:25","modified_gmt":"2014-06-14T05:43:25","slug":"nida-tears-pt-vi","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/2014\/07\/nida-tears-pt-vi\/","title":{"rendered":"N\u00eeda: Tears, pt VI"},"content":{"rendered":"

      Today\u2019s snippet, titled \u201cN\u00eeda: Tears, pt VI\u201d, is a piece I wrote about my PC in Mark’s new (Good) Pathfinder Campaign.
\n      Be forewarned, there are mature themes and naughty language below.
\n– \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 –
\n      N\u00eeda was not a rebel.
\n      She realized this about herself long before she stripped off her white garb and wimple, as instructed. Long before she pulled on dingy brown trousers and a blue linen blouse, stepped into pale green slippers with scuffed soles, and tied her hair back in a single braid so long it brushed the tops of her thighs. Even before she first accepted the silver-dragon staff and made her oaths. The only real rebellious moment of my life<\/em>, she reflected, holding a cup of steaming rosehip tea to her lips, was the day I told my parents that I would be staying in Kenabres. Every day since, I have done what I am told, what I am expected, what duty orders me to do. Even right now, my stupid, obedient body is sitting here in The Gossamer Wind just as I was directed, but I can feel my heart straining to do what it wants. <\/em>
\n      \u201cMore tea, Goodwife Lancaster?\u201d
\n      Shaking her head, N\u00eeda closed her eyes and looked away. \u201cNo, thank you.\u201d
\n      \u201cAs ya like,\u201d the pretty young woman gave a perfunctory bend of her knees and moved on. The tap room, such as it was, was crowded, yet quiet. There were six tables of varying sizes crammed into a room that only measured twenty feet by perhaps twenty-five feet. Two walls were lined with bookcases, buffets, glass-doored cases, and shelves; each of these was bursting with a variety of beautiful tomes, trinkets, fancy mis-matched pieces of porcelain, and figurines in a dozen materials. A third wall wall consisted of windows from one edge to the other, heavily curtained, but presently open so that patrons could look out into the bustling street. The fourth was thick with paintings, from tiny portraits to hulking landscapes, with a great slew of interesting subjects. The door in the center of that wall was a wound in the clutter, and though it was wide enough for two large men to pass through shoulder-to-shoulder, it seemed much smaller and more cramped due to the frames that overhung the jamb.
\n      She sat at the smallest table, in the dimmest corner furthest from the windows. N\u00eeda watched the flame on the delicate, blown-glass lantern as it danced on the flat woven wick. There was a heat in her loins that seemed to tingle in rhythm with the little orange light; it was a sensation she had often read about, but never truly experienced. A longing, a yearning\u2026 desire.
\n      Desired-but-Untouchable<\/em>, she thought with a frown. Why didn\u2019t he ever say anything? Why didn\u2019t I?<\/em>
\n      \u201c…white flowers in their hair.\u201d
\n      \u201c…whole gaggle of them at the celebration tomorrow.\u201d
\n      \u201c…think Terendelev will be present?\u201d
\n      Snippets of conversations drifted toward her and she tried not to eavesdrop, sipping her tea. Her ears and eyes had always been more a curse than a blessing. Their appearance set her apart from most other students and teachers in Kenabres, a heavily-human populated city, and their extraordinarily keen abilities often forced her to see and hear things she would rather not. Master Sorvanir had told her that she should embrace the gift, and had sent her to train with a shadow-dwelling rogue of the Silver Legion. She learned to spot things in the dimmest light, things not even those who, like her, was possessed of low-light vision, could see. It was a talent that would be useful to the Legion, but to her personal life, it had not helped her see the things she needed to see in time.
\n      The evening wore on, the activity on the streets outside dwindled, and the chatter of her fellow patrons quietly fell off. Alone in the corner with a cup of tea gone stone cold and a book open and unread before her, N\u00eeda was lost in her own mind. Over and over she asked herself why and how and what in all the Hells was wrong with her? What kind of idiot first falls for one man, then for his grandson?
\n      \u201cPractically\u2026 incestuous,\u201d she muttered, flipping a page angrily, though she had not read a single word. \u201cWhat is wrong with me?\u201d
\n      \u201cNot a single thing, N\u00eeda.\u201d
\n      She gave a start, clattering her cup upon the delicate, mis-matched saucer.
\n      \u201cWhat are you doing here?\u201d
\n      Jovi climbed into the chair opposite her. \u201cI passed my exams.\u201d
\n      \u201cC-congratulations.\u201d
\n      \u201cThanks.\u201d He started to speak again but paused as the proprietress returned to the table with a kettle of hot water and two ribbon-tied sachets of tea. Once she had all but molested him with her eyes, the young woman cast a disgustingly overt invitation with nothing but her lips and sashayed away. Her hips rolled obscenely and N\u00eeda\u2019s frown deepened. Jovi looked to N\u00eeda, then to the departing woman, and back. He sighed.
\n      \u201cN\u00eeda, I am taking my vows tomorrow.\u201d
\n      \u201cI know.\u201d
\n      He stretched his arm across the table and laid his hand upon hers. \u201cBut\u2026 that\u2019s not for hours and hours yet. We\u2026 we\u2019ve got tonight.\u201d
\n      N\u00eeda tried to wet her lips with her tongue, for suddenly her mouth was dry as the wastelands of Sarkoris. It all happened so fast after that. They abandoned the streaming kettle and climbed the narrow steps to N\u00eeda\u2019s pitch-roofed chamber in the attic.
\n      Her threadbare commoner garments hit the floor in a whirlwind of color, joining the lurid purple tunic and charcoal trousers Jovi had borrowed for his trek outside the Legion\u2019s headquarters. A million questions and protestations swept across her mind, gone with the first touch of his warm breath on her throat.
\n      N\u00eeda had never before been as the Gods made her before a man, but she felt no shame or hesitation. There was hardly a cohesive thought in her brain now; lost in the sensation of Jovi\u2019s lips upon hers, his sensitive, agile fingers stroking all the secrets parts of her body until she was quivering in his arms.
\n      He was well-formed and gracefully proportioned, for all that he stood less than four feet tall, and N\u00eeda let her fingers travel across his warm, tanned flesh. As if she was attempting to memorize every curve, every ridge, every mole or blemish or scar, she caressed him with her eyes as well.
\n      Jovi hardly said a word as he guided her to the bed and buried himself in her unbound hair. He murmured something about it being her glory and wrapped it around them like a diaphanous blanket. The shimmering light reflecting from her locks dazzled her and when his mouth found the secret treasure between her thighs, she arched and cried out in a rapture of all her senses.
\n      They made love half the night, occasional bursts of activity punctuated by long stretches of leisurely touching and kissing. If there were professions of eternal love and devotion, they were whispered so softly that not even N\u00eeda\u2019s exquisite ears could hear them.
\n      The earliest rays of dawn were on the horizon when she was stirred from a love-drunk sleep by movement on the bed. She rolled over, nakedness modestly covered by her hair cascading over her shoulder and hip, and smiled lazily at him.
\n      \u201cWhere are you going?\u201d N\u00eeda chuckled. \u201cIt is too early yet, for bagels and coffee.\u201d
\n      \u201cNo, comych\u00e9ile<\/em>, I have to get back.\u201d
\n      Frowning, she sat up. \u201cGet back. To the Legion Hall?\u201d
\n      Jovi hopped on one foot, yanking up pants that were a size too small. \u201cAye. It\u2019s graduation day.\u201d
\n      \u201cWell, yes, but-\u201d
\n      He stopped trying to button the trousers and climbed up beside her. \u201cI have to go to Nerosyan, N\u00eeda. You know that it\u2019s true. I\u2019ll train to be a Theurge there, and you will study your echelons here.\u201d
\n      \u201cJovi,\u201d she began, her brows knit in frustration. \u201cTell me you love me. Tell me that we\u2019ll leave Kenabres together. Tell me-\u201d
\n      \u201cI can\u2019t do that, tiada<\/em>, you know I can\u2019t. I mean, I do love you. And last night was the best night of my life. I\u2019ll never forget it, forget you. I mean, you have been my dream girl, right?\u201d He lifted her chin, meeting her gaze. \u201cBut its never going to work the way you imagine, is it?”
\n      N\u00eeda turned away from him, pulling the blanket up to cover herself. Suddenly she felt exposed\u2026 dirty.
\n      \u201cLook, it isn\u2019t fair to either of us to pretend. Is it? What kind of life would that be for you? I\u2019ll only stay hale and virile for thirty or so more years. Then I mean, I\u2019ll be old and I\u2019ll die and you\u2019ll have to stand by and watch, never aging a single day.
\n      \u201cAnd then there\u2019s the fact that most hin-human or hin-elf relationships are barren, and you elves aren\u2019t especially fecund anyway. I dream of a big family, N\u00eeda. Lots of children, noisy and boisterous\u2026 all the things I never had growing up.\u201d
\n      \u201cI can\u2019t give that to you so you\u2019ll just shunt me aside? It is my choice to spend those years with you, why should you have all the decisions?\u201d
\n      \u201cWell, but-\u201d
\n      \tN\u00eeda felt indignant anger bubbling up in her chest. \u201cJovi, damn it, there are so many things you did not even consider! You are a selfish little man. We live in Kenabres – a city uniquely at war with unknowable evil. There are thousands of orphans created every year. We could adopt any-\u201d
\n      \t\u201cIt ain\u2019t just that. I\u2019ll have to watch myself getting all wrinkled and grey while you stay perfect!\u201d
\n      \tShe narrowed her eyes.
\n      \t\u201cIt just, N\u00eeda\u2026 it just wouldn\u2019t work.\u201d He slid to the floor, turning his focus back to dressing. \u201cBut hey, we had this incredible night, didn\u2019t we? We\u2019ll always have tonight.\u201d
\n      \tWith more physical rage than she had ever even thought herself capable of, N\u00eeda slapped him squarely in the face. She felt the crack of the cartilage and felt the spurt of hot blood as it gushed from his broken nose.
\n      \t\u201cYou know what, Jovi? Fuck you<\/em>.\u201d
\n      \tSwooping down, she scooped up her borrowed clothing and, clad only in the heavy veil of her hair, N\u00eeda stormed from the room. Humiliated tears mingled with furious ones upon her cheeks. She paused at the door long enough to step into her shoes and pull on the tunic, then stormed out of The Gossamer Wind.
\n      \tWith a rebellious chord sounding in her heart, N\u00eeda returned to the Legion Hall. Fuck Jovi. Fuck Harry. Fuck them all! I\u2019ll do as I wish from here on out and bugger the rest.<\/em><\/p>\n

– \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 –
\n\"Signed,
\nNote: Image is “King Jagiello Statue Central” by (Mulligand) from SXC.hu; edited by me<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

      Today\u2019s snippet, titled \u201cN\u00eeda: Tears, pt VI\u201d, is a piece I wrote about my PC in Mark’s new (Good) Pathfinder Campaign.       Be forewarned, there are mature themes and naughty language below. – \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 –       N\u00eeda was not a… <\/p>\n

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