Allycat712, formally Lúthien Meneldur
July 29, 2014
Life With V:
A collection of drabbles from the points of view of various fictional characters
2. Symyr Emvinyatar- 7/29/2014
The following is a series of POV's from different characters in the fictional world. All credit to authors who inspired my work, famous lines, titles, and other works. This is a piece greatly inspired by CelticThunder1084's Enemy to Lover (Durza the Shade Romance/ Fanfiction), which I encourage you to read before this. Godspeed & Joy to you, my dearest reader.
"Very good soup," Durza tells me. "Oh, you expected something else?" I reply playfully, "After all, I am a woman and do possess some domestic ability." He offers me a tender smile—the kind he only shares with me.
Oooo
After dinner I nonchalantly wash the pot and clean the other utensils (with magic of course). Sometime during my cleaning, he charmingly looms over my back and caresses me in the ways only he can. A kiss to my skin near the ear...a kiss to the neck, making my hairs stand on edge. He lifts his hand to the crown of my head and runs it down the back, inching towards my collar. His hand is large enough to cover all of the skin; I feel the soft palm sweep my hair back like a curtain. He rests the hand on my left shoulder, just above the blade.
Oooo
As soon as the last item is clean, his hand begins moving again...he toys with the cloth I wear, pulling just enough to place to kiss to the shoulder. Durza pulls me at my sides, and holds my to his chest. Kisses to the contour of my face and hair. I turn into those kisses and return them.
Our faces are no longer slanted downwards, but are constantly in long, drawn-out motion, hungry for the other. Back and forth we brush like cats searching for a scratch. Now at our full height, the kisses slow and quicken according to the dominant.
Oooo
I can't get him out of my head, everything is like a soft melody that plays over and over and over—and it's fine by me if we hold each other this way forever.
He's staring at me now, our emotions and thoughts merge for a moment as we break the mental barrier. My eyes close halfway, and linger on his upper chest. I press a kiss to his lips knew more time, his hand on the back of my head.
Oooo
I never once thought that the former dark agent would be the one to hold my heart. He is my light, and I am his. Though I am not looking, I can tell his eyes are half-closed like mine; wearing a small smile.
If our magic separately is powerful, then this love is mighty; divine. Our minds flux. Love is so near. We are desperate souls in need of the other. Let the rains come tonight and keep the morning away. I stand with you forever, Durza, let us live forever in one thought.
Oooo
I am a young woman in my early twenties, but should I wish it, I could change my appearance at will—I'm what's known as a metamorphagus—and can alter my form to whatever I choose. I am practiced well in magic and spirits, wield a sword (Nardurlos), and can break the mind-barrier without others sensing my presence. As for family, I am poor, poorer than anyone here in this part of Alagaësia, have a terribly ill mother, a dead father, and a sister who betrayed my by sleeping with my betrothed. What else is new?
Oh, right: Durza has just challenged me to a duel of death. What choice to I have? I either stay in the tree, only for it to fall at his command, die honorably in battle with him, or accept his offer to find the new Dragon Rider.
I come to my senses and daintily fall from the treetop. "I'm ready," I say calmly.
Oooo
I wake up from my dreams to see Durza where he lays. Oh, it's so sobering to watch someone you love sleep. I roll over to him and lean in ever so slowly...to wake him in the best way.
Oooo
He looks at me with his lovely clear eyes—once deep red, now somewhere between white and pale blue. "My love," I say while his eyes continue searching me. His face tilts, and edges closer to my own.
Oooo
Whatever I could've said then in that silence makes no difference, because now my lover is with me, placing kisses all over my face—slow and tender that makes a distinctive noise when pressed. That is our way; quality and quantity. Like dragons we are more emotionally connected than physically, only not to the point of sweet-nothing's and pillow-talk (which neither of us cares for). Emotional love; eternally bound like dragons mated for life. And some nights, we'll just carry on...or something like that.
Oooo
End of Symyr's Thoughts