The Aqua Cameo
By Sailor Miaka
AUthor's notes: thankies to all my reviewers! you guys help me to keep writing! hope you enjoy this one! This story is inspired by the stories of Sailor Mac and by Greek Mythology. Happy readings!
Disclaimers: Don't own 'em. Naoko does.
Chapter 5
"Love's flight"
"Love is the most powerful force in the universe. Love controls everything. You control love."
This recitation burned into Desiree's mind. She knew what was expected of her. She was to guard the most precious emotion, and rectify all wrongs that might come to it. She knew it. It was the one thing she had been raised to do. Yet the truth remained, she hated it. It was always love this, love that, love is like oxygen, all you need is love. She just wanted to scream. Love was for fools. Lust and passion was all love was. Nothing else. She had loved once. Her best friend, a small boy named Ross. True they had been but children, but she still knew that if love was as powerful as she had been taught to believe, Eros would have returned to her. She wandered the halls of Venus's Aphroditic Castle, searching for something that could prove this emotion wrong. Her wrist caught on a small statue of an anchient Venetian Queen. SHe yanked the braclet free and suddenly remembered Queen Serenity's admition of the gift
"Desiree, things are not always what they seem, yet some times the truth is right in front of your nose."
She shook her head and continued on in her search. Hours later she stumbled in her parents throne room. The pair in question had never looked so said in their entire life.
"Mother, Father? What is wrong" Desiree asked worriedly.
"Desiree, I'm sorry. You've been chosen as the bride of the Archer. You leave us in three hours time to wed your husband."
Queen Aime sobbed as she ran down to her daughter, embracing the dazed teenager.
Desiree was shocked and confused as she was prepared for the mysterious god they called the "archer."
"What is he mother?" Desiree asked as she regained her power of speech.
"I don't know sweetheart. Some say he is beautiful. Others say he is a hideous beast."
The queens explanation niether alarmed nor comforted Desiree. She was still in shock. Her life was no longer her own, she was to be a bride. hOurs later after the elaborate ceremony was preformed, She was led to a remote section of the palace. Se was pointed to a door in which she was to enter. Desiree fwlt as if she should be fighting, but her soul was just to proud to give into fear. She Entered the room without a second glance.
The Venetian heir looked around as if expecting some unknown enemy to attack her. She chuckled to herself, shaking her head at her own stupidity. The chamber was rich and sensual. Red and Orange velvet curtains hung from the windows, while the walls were covered in tapestries of the same colors. A large chaise lounger sat infront of a roaring fire, and a magnificent four poster bed stood in one corner of the room. She turned around to retreat but ended up running smack into a wall. There were no doors. A table had appeared out of no where, and was set with a meal so tempting that Desiree had no choice but to sit and eat. Unseen hands gently began to massage her shoulder blades. The touch was so familiar so comforting to the young princess that she dared not resist. She relaxed almost instantly until a voice rang in her ear.
"Are you comfortable my lady?"
The girl turned frightned beyond recognition. Her gaze met the stare of a young man. His blond hair was cropped close to his head and longer strands framed his face. He was muscular and well built, with a natural grace as he moved toward her.
"Are you the archer?" she asked with a distinct note of fear in her voice.
"Some call me that. SOme call me the green eyed monster."
Desiree looked at his eyes which were the deepest shade of green she had ever seen.
"Do you believe in love, Princess?" he asked her while calmly sipping an unknown beverage from a beautiful amber glass.
"Not particularly. Love is just emotion. Passion, lust and jealousy. Nothing more." She replied
He smiled, a very charming smile. He came up to her, placed her head in his hands.
"I pity you then. You're a fool."
Desiree felt her blue eyes darken in anger. How dare he! she thought. How dare you! her heart said back to her. You refuse to believe in the most powerful force! If it was so powerful, when Ross and i declared our love to each other, we should never have been separated!!! He would have been found by now!
While this internal battle raged within Desiree, the Archer stood watching his bride. She had grown up considerably. He had known from the moment he had first seen her that they were meant to be, it had taken his mother a long time to understand that small fact but finally she had relented and allowed him to claim her.
"Do your thought stray to another lover prehaps my dear?"
The bait was to much for Desiree's overwrought emotions. She broke down into tears. The Archer had not expected this reaction from her. He wrapped her in his arms, kissing the top of her head and whispering sweet words into her ear. She felt herself melt into him and the couple shared their first kiss. Desiree opened her eyes as they embraced and noticed a small scar on his shoulder. It looked like he had been burned with hot oil. Her hands traced up his back to the spot. His hands resumed a course down her back. Unbidden a memory floated to her mind.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
8 years ago
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Desi!!! WHere are you! Come out!"
Princess Desiree had hidden herself well in this game of Hide and find. Ross, had been looking for her for the better half of an hour. She strecthed slightly. The movement must have caught Ross's attention because he suddenly appeared at the edge of the table she was underneath, lifting the drap to see her. In her haste to run for the safety of the 'base' she knocked over a lamp and a few hot oil drops flew into the air. One hitting Ross on his bare left shoulder. He would forever have that mark. Desiree apologised profusely to her friend and had kissed it to make it all better. Ross's smile blinded her. It was like the sun below two dark jade storm cloud eyes...
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Desiree jumped suddenly. looking her new "husband" all over.
"Ross?" She asked hesitantly.
He smiled
"A nickname given to me by a small girl who vowed she would love me and only me. Its short for my full name, Eros."
Desiree collapsed into his arms. He smiled and blew out the light.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"What will you name her, Desi?"
"Psyche"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Princess Desire learned that love was not just a jumble of passion, but a power that was unequaled. Minako, she is the true source of your senshi powers. You too learned a lesson in love from her. Just like you, Ami, Learned duty from Icelynn. Makoto, you and Rei should pay close attention to the girls in this story."
Haruka and Michiru could hear Setsuna's words from the kitchen where they were preparing more snacks for the girls.
"I don't understand what this jewelry has to do with us." Haruka said
"I think that the person who needs to hear this is getting ready to tell her own story. SOmething that maybe we know, but just don't want to admit." Michiru replied
Haruka nodded as she followed Michiru into the living room where Setsuna had begun the next story.
By Sailor Miaka
AUthor's notes: thankies to all my reviewers! you guys help me to keep writing! hope you enjoy this one! This story is inspired by the stories of Sailor Mac and by Greek Mythology. Happy readings!
Disclaimers: Don't own 'em. Naoko does.
Chapter 5
"Love's flight"
"Love is the most powerful force in the universe. Love controls everything. You control love."
This recitation burned into Desiree's mind. She knew what was expected of her. She was to guard the most precious emotion, and rectify all wrongs that might come to it. She knew it. It was the one thing she had been raised to do. Yet the truth remained, she hated it. It was always love this, love that, love is like oxygen, all you need is love. She just wanted to scream. Love was for fools. Lust and passion was all love was. Nothing else. She had loved once. Her best friend, a small boy named Ross. True they had been but children, but she still knew that if love was as powerful as she had been taught to believe, Eros would have returned to her. She wandered the halls of Venus's Aphroditic Castle, searching for something that could prove this emotion wrong. Her wrist caught on a small statue of an anchient Venetian Queen. SHe yanked the braclet free and suddenly remembered Queen Serenity's admition of the gift
"Desiree, things are not always what they seem, yet some times the truth is right in front of your nose."
She shook her head and continued on in her search. Hours later she stumbled in her parents throne room. The pair in question had never looked so said in their entire life.
"Mother, Father? What is wrong" Desiree asked worriedly.
"Desiree, I'm sorry. You've been chosen as the bride of the Archer. You leave us in three hours time to wed your husband."
Queen Aime sobbed as she ran down to her daughter, embracing the dazed teenager.
Desiree was shocked and confused as she was prepared for the mysterious god they called the "archer."
"What is he mother?" Desiree asked as she regained her power of speech.
"I don't know sweetheart. Some say he is beautiful. Others say he is a hideous beast."
The queens explanation niether alarmed nor comforted Desiree. She was still in shock. Her life was no longer her own, she was to be a bride. hOurs later after the elaborate ceremony was preformed, She was led to a remote section of the palace. Se was pointed to a door in which she was to enter. Desiree fwlt as if she should be fighting, but her soul was just to proud to give into fear. She Entered the room without a second glance.
The Venetian heir looked around as if expecting some unknown enemy to attack her. She chuckled to herself, shaking her head at her own stupidity. The chamber was rich and sensual. Red and Orange velvet curtains hung from the windows, while the walls were covered in tapestries of the same colors. A large chaise lounger sat infront of a roaring fire, and a magnificent four poster bed stood in one corner of the room. She turned around to retreat but ended up running smack into a wall. There were no doors. A table had appeared out of no where, and was set with a meal so tempting that Desiree had no choice but to sit and eat. Unseen hands gently began to massage her shoulder blades. The touch was so familiar so comforting to the young princess that she dared not resist. She relaxed almost instantly until a voice rang in her ear.
"Are you comfortable my lady?"
The girl turned frightned beyond recognition. Her gaze met the stare of a young man. His blond hair was cropped close to his head and longer strands framed his face. He was muscular and well built, with a natural grace as he moved toward her.
"Are you the archer?" she asked with a distinct note of fear in her voice.
"Some call me that. SOme call me the green eyed monster."
Desiree looked at his eyes which were the deepest shade of green she had ever seen.
"Do you believe in love, Princess?" he asked her while calmly sipping an unknown beverage from a beautiful amber glass.
"Not particularly. Love is just emotion. Passion, lust and jealousy. Nothing more." She replied
He smiled, a very charming smile. He came up to her, placed her head in his hands.
"I pity you then. You're a fool."
Desiree felt her blue eyes darken in anger. How dare he! she thought. How dare you! her heart said back to her. You refuse to believe in the most powerful force! If it was so powerful, when Ross and i declared our love to each other, we should never have been separated!!! He would have been found by now!
While this internal battle raged within Desiree, the Archer stood watching his bride. She had grown up considerably. He had known from the moment he had first seen her that they were meant to be, it had taken his mother a long time to understand that small fact but finally she had relented and allowed him to claim her.
"Do your thought stray to another lover prehaps my dear?"
The bait was to much for Desiree's overwrought emotions. She broke down into tears. The Archer had not expected this reaction from her. He wrapped her in his arms, kissing the top of her head and whispering sweet words into her ear. She felt herself melt into him and the couple shared their first kiss. Desiree opened her eyes as they embraced and noticed a small scar on his shoulder. It looked like he had been burned with hot oil. Her hands traced up his back to the spot. His hands resumed a course down her back. Unbidden a memory floated to her mind.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
8 years ago
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Desi!!! WHere are you! Come out!"
Princess Desiree had hidden herself well in this game of Hide and find. Ross, had been looking for her for the better half of an hour. She strecthed slightly. The movement must have caught Ross's attention because he suddenly appeared at the edge of the table she was underneath, lifting the drap to see her. In her haste to run for the safety of the 'base' she knocked over a lamp and a few hot oil drops flew into the air. One hitting Ross on his bare left shoulder. He would forever have that mark. Desiree apologised profusely to her friend and had kissed it to make it all better. Ross's smile blinded her. It was like the sun below two dark jade storm cloud eyes...
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Desiree jumped suddenly. looking her new "husband" all over.
"Ross?" She asked hesitantly.
He smiled
"A nickname given to me by a small girl who vowed she would love me and only me. Its short for my full name, Eros."
Desiree collapsed into his arms. He smiled and blew out the light.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"What will you name her, Desi?"
"Psyche"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Princess Desire learned that love was not just a jumble of passion, but a power that was unequaled. Minako, she is the true source of your senshi powers. You too learned a lesson in love from her. Just like you, Ami, Learned duty from Icelynn. Makoto, you and Rei should pay close attention to the girls in this story."
Haruka and Michiru could hear Setsuna's words from the kitchen where they were preparing more snacks for the girls.
"I don't understand what this jewelry has to do with us." Haruka said
"I think that the person who needs to hear this is getting ready to tell her own story. SOmething that maybe we know, but just don't want to admit." Michiru replied
Haruka nodded as she followed Michiru into the living room where Setsuna had begun the next story.