The clouds are beautiful as they rest in the sky, appearing as if they had been painted by a master artist. Birds soar, chirping to their own song. The tree branches sway as the wind brushes against them. Flowers have opened, their fragrances blended with the blades of grass brings about a gentle scent throughout the air. And the sun is shining bright. Its light reflecting from her eyes, making her blue eyes glow even brighter, her body basking in its radiance, Tamsin is looking to the sky, viewing its magnificence. As the scene of the sky is painted above so to below, a picture, painted of complete harmony. A hand softly brushes against Tamsin's face as her face rocks back and forth. She closes her eyes from the touch. As the hand travels, a single finger rubs against her lips, she opens her mouth and it enters. And after a moment or two, it comes out, the finger, and the hand travels again. She returns to looking at the sky, her face displaying an array of emotions, happy, sad, pain, and bliss. Bliss is beginning to take over. She looks down and sees the lower part of her body beating a blushing red. Scarlet are her legs where Bo's hands meet. Scarlet is the area where Bo's lips are. Tamsin looks back up, her hands against her chest. The feeling travels through her like an IV. Bliss, it is the sounds that expel. Their bodies reunite under the sunlight.
Many lifetimes before, there was a beautiful maiden, adored by all, especially men. Good fortune would come to those who caught even a mere glimpse of her essence whether it was in battle or afterlife, unless one was damned. Admired by her sisters, she was the fairest of them, in spirit and in beauty. In the mead halls were songs song by men of the maiden. The beautiful maiden, whose heart was as bright and pure as the sun. To be taken by her was an honor among men, who would wish for her upon their dying breath. Wishes, that last wish, the warrior.
And so went the tale of the beautiful maiden. Cast out. Made to walk with wolves. Cursed to be a vulture. Her pearl wings gone, and with them her spirit. Walking to the ends of the earth, collecting the dead. Hooded, her soul blackened, laced with bitterness and betrayal. Dutiful she was until hate finally consumed her heart. No longer fresh and vibrant was her face, but ghastly, taking the form of a dreaded skull. It was as if she became death, for any form of life in her presence that was not mystical would soon meet its demise.
One day while making her rounds a voice came before her with a great wind, speaking a language that could not be understood by any, but to her it somehow could. And even though she could not see who it was, she knew for the appearance of many snakes gave it away. It was Hel, sovereign of the underworld. The snakes piled on top of each other until it formed one giant snake, still moving in place as many.
The dark maiden was told to not speak for her words could be heard. As Hel talked, the dark maiden began to transform little by little to her former self, not exact but a form close to it. She looked at her hands, and felt her face with them. A mirror appeared before the dark maiden and she looked into it. Seeing herself for the first time in ages, and then suddenly she returned to what she had become, and the mirror shattered. It was then that the dark maiden realized how she had become as she was. Her thoughts had consumed her, and her wishes had manifested into reality. Even this conversation with Hel, for her heart sought something certain.
Hel spoke of grand plans she had in store, and how the dark maiden was to be a part of them for she had read her heart. There were promises made and rewards offered in exchange for the dark maiden's faithfulness. Yet what the dark maiden truly wanted, hidden beneath all of the hate, was for everything to be made right, for the warrior to be in Valhalla, and for herself, to be restored to what she once was. All things that could not be done without her Sovereign's blessings. Hel presented her with something close to it as she returned a bit of the glow that she once held. The maiden's heart had become so black that she did not much care for anything anymore.
Hel and the dark maiden would go on to talk for years, but in earth time, it would be only hours, trying to persuade the dark maiden to join her, for the dark maiden's hate belonged to her anyway. Finally, and perhaps savoring the best for last, Hel presented a proposition to the dark maiden that she could not refuse, an opportunity. And the dark maiden agreed. In exchange for her services, Hel bestowed upon the dark maiden much of her own power for the dark maiden could enter places that she could not. In doing so, something very peculiar occurred, much to the surprise of Hel. The dark maiden had her own light, and it was very strong. It fought the powers of Hel before becoming overwhelmed by it. Yet the light was never extinguished. The dark maiden had become unique in her own right. Neither good or evil, fighting both. Her new powers, both helpful and harmful. Hel could not have wanted anything better as she admired her new creation, both beauty and beast. The dark maiden bowed her knees before Hel, swearing her allegiance, to which made Hel smile. Though the rewards for the dark maiden's pledge were colossal, the only one that mattered was revenge.
Tamsin awakes as if she were having a nightmare, breathing heavily. Bo is sitting up, eating an apple, looking at her.
"How long have you been up?" asks Tamsin, sitting up as well.
"Let's just say for awhile. Do you always talk in your sleep?"
"Not that I know of," says Tamsin, with a frown.
"Well you were saying things that wasn't any kind of language that I ever heard of," says Bo, looking at her with suspicion. "And I mean ever." Then Bo laughs. "I thought someone had put some roots on you."
"Yeah, very funny," says Tamsin. Bo hands her an apple. "Thanks," she says, with a smirk. She stretches and takes a bite.
"But seriously, it seemed like whatever it was that you were dreaming about was really unpleasant, and..."
Tamsin interrupts. "Bo, I don't want to talk about it okay."
Bo is taken aback. "Okay. Fine."
Tamsin shakes her head. "Bo," she says, with a sigh. "I didn't mean it like that. It's just, it was just a dream. It's nothing to be concerned about is all." Tamsin produces a half-smile.
"Okay," says Bo. She looks the other way like there's something more interesting in that direction.
Tamsin can feel that Bo isn't really okay. And she can't hear Bo even though Bo is thinking about her, for her own thoughts are blocking. "Come here," says Tamsin. Bo looks at her in surprise. Tamsin raises her eyebrow and holds out her arms. Bo falls happily into them, smiling all the while. Tamsin looks down at her. Bo looks up at her. And they kiss. Then they both lie back down. Bo's head resting on Tamsin as she gently caress Bo's backside. "What are you thinking about?" asks Tamsin.
Bo smiles. "I thought you could read my thoughts," she says, in a seductive manner.
"Wow. Is that all you think about?"
"Well no, I think about other stuff too. But mostly that, you know when I think about you. Maybe if you weren't so good at what you do then I wouldn't think about it," says Bo.
"Then I don't think I would be here in the first place."
"Good one. And I'm not that superficial. I mean there are other things I think about when I think about you, it's just an added bonus. Plus if you sucked at it, I would've showed you the ropes seeing as how you had major potential," says Bo, climbing on top of Tamsin. Sitting up on her.
"Okay sure. And potential? How would you know that?"
"I knew it since the day that I met you. When I first tasted your chi."
"Oh, you mean that time when you were acting like you were on crack?"
"Whatever," says Bo, with a laugh. "And I wasn't on crack, but I was high, from you."
Tamsin grabs Bo by the waist. "Keep talking like that and a sequel will be in the making."
"I hope so soon, because I'm ready. Any time. Any place," says Bo, with a naughty smile.
Bo kisses Tamsin on the lips, sifting her chi at the same time. Tamsin rolls Bo over so that she is on top. She traces Bo's lips with her own, teasing her a few times before she kisses her. Bo sits up, her hand traveling up Tamsin's back. She starts kissing Tamsin across her stomach, then her chest. Tamsin is holding onto Bo, her hands rubbing through her hair. She holds Bo's face up and kisses her. Their bodies fall back as they continue to kiss, their hands rubbing across each other. Tamsin's lips moves to the sides of Bo's neck, kissing and sucking down on it as her hand travels downward, finding its way in between Bo's legs. She stops kissing Bo and looks into her eyes. Then Bo's body pushes up, then back, then up again, continuing in the same rhythm of motion as they continue to look into each other's eyes. As this is going on, Bo's hand travels underneath, reaching the middle of Tamsin's legs. Her eyes lower as she feels Bo inside. She looks back up to see Bo's eyes still there. Their bodies in unison.
Then it becomes an unspoken campaign of who will release first as moans escape from them both, and their gaze on each other unfaltered. Continuing on. Their passions growing and escaping in constant repetition. Bo grips the side of Tamsin so tightly, it breaks skin. Tamsin makes a sharp sound from the pleasure and pain of it. The scars slowly heal themselves as Bo and Tamsin go on.
Tamsin's body starts to jerk, and sounds are cutting off as if she is trying to catch her breath. Bo breaks eye contact, kissing Tamsin, from her neck, to her cheek, then her lips, biting on them first. Then she stops, her moans preventing her, growing louder and louder as she holds onto Tamsin. The sounds start to fade out and their breathing begins to go back to normal. Tamsin lies on her side. Bo turns and faces her. And they look at each other for a few moments without words. Bo rubs the side of Tamsin's face. She then reaches over and gives Tamsin a small kiss on the lips. Then Bo looks up.
"What are you thinking about?" asks Tamsin.
"I don't know," says Bo. She looks over to her. "It's just that, well, I was thinking about you, wondering."
Tamsin looks oddly at her. "Wondering?"
"Well yeah. I was wondering, well thinking, I don't know. Nothing," says Bo.
Tamsin gives her a look. "What's wrong?"
"Okay, well I was thinking that, well I don't know much about you, other than what I know, you know, and I want to."
"Well what do you want to know?" asks Tamsin.
Bo sits up excitedly. "I want to know about your past, where you come from, how did you get here, things like that."
Tamsin sighs. "Oh."
"What, what did I say?" says Bo, with a frown.
"It's not you. It's just that my past is a really complicated subject. I don't talk about it because people tend to judge others by it, and well, that's not where I am anymore," says Tamsin.
"Oh. I won't judge you Tamsin. Whatever happened in the past can't be fixed anyway. We can only work on the present right? I just want to know more about you. I'll tell you what, I'll tell you stuff about me if you tell me about you. And I'll even go first," says Bo. Tamsin does her usual smirk. "Okay, well I was adopted when I was a baby by humans. Of course you know that I don't know anything about my real family or who they are. So yeah, I ran away when I was younger." Bo frowns from the thought. She clears her throat.
Tamsin gives her a concerned look. "Bo?"
"I'm okay," says Bo, nodding. "Anyway, something happened and I had to leave home. So I've been on my own ever since, running from place to place, well up until I met Kenzi. And I finally settled somewhere. And I'm glad I did because now my hunger is no longer in the habit of leaving people dead whenever I develop an appetite. Thanks to the help I got here. Anyway," Bo shrugs. "Your turn."
"My turn? You haven't told me anything that I couldn't have gathered at a bar."
"What, people gossip about me at bars?" says Bo, mouth opened. "Well what do they say?" she asks. Tamsin gives her a look. "Okay okay. Well I don't really have any good stuff to tell. Okay, so I grew up on a farm," she says. Tamsin looks at her with a funny expression. "No really," says Bo, with a laugh. "I'm your good o'l country girl from Grimley."
"Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit," says Tamsin, in a southern accent.
Bo laughs again. "Nice. And I'll have you know that I won Miss Cherry Blossom, not one, not two, but three times running buddy. But yeah," says Bo, changing her tone of voice. "You know it's funny how things are. I remember not being allowed to even date anyone. My parents taught me that having sex was evil, and that's the very thing that sustains me. Anyway, my parents were extremely religious people. So I was pretty religious myself. Things started to change for me when puberty came. I just couldn't fight the urges that I had, let alone understand them. I mean I actually believed I was human. So when I started feeling like the way that I do, I knew something was wrong, or at least I thought it was. Needless to say that I thought I was evil for a very long time because of them, because of what they've done, my urges."
"Bo you are not evil. Not even close. Trust me, I would know. You just didn't know what you were that's all," says Tamsin.
Bo sighs. "Well anyway, I had a um boyfriend, Kyle. One day we were fooling around in his truck. And one thing led to another. And well…he didn't make it," says Bo, with sadness in her voice and eyes. Tamsin looks at her with understanding. She moves closer to Bo, and rubs her in a soothing manner as if to alleviate the pain she feels. "I'm okay. Really," says Bo.
"No you're not," says Tamsin, pulling Bo closer to her, holding her. She can feel a wetness on her skin. "Bo," she says, lifting Bo's face. "Don't cry."
"I'm not crying," says Bo. "My eyeballs are just sweating," she says, with a smile. Tamsin kisses her on the forehead. "Anyway," she says, with sniffles. "Enough about me and my tales of being a black widow, this is supposed to be about you."
"I think we've had enough gray stories for the day."
"It was kind of going to the left huh?" says Bo. Tamsin nods her head in agreement. "But Tamsin, I really want to know about you."
"I know you do. But Bo, I need you to be patient with me," says Tamsin, looking deep within her. "I know that's not what you want to hear, but it's all I can give you at the moment," she says. Bo sighs in disappointment. "Bo, I want you to know that I've never had this before, what I share with you. And even though I still have my reservations, I feel like…no never mind."
"No what is it? What were you going to say?"
"Bo, just know that I'm here. That in the present, here is where I want to be, and with you," says Tamsin, with sincerity. Bo looks as if her heart fell out of her chest if such a thing were possible, her eyes glowing, inside and out. "I promise that you will know everything about me in the right time. But for now, I just want to live in this moment with you."
"Okay Tamsin," says Bo, in a soft voice with a smile. She kisses her on the lips. Her eyes still blue as she escapes into her fantasy. Tamsin's mind has returned to being clear again, and she makes a funny face at Bo. Then Tamsin looks in no particular direction, thinking. Bo notices. "You okay over there?" she asks.
"Yeah," says Tamsin. "I was just thinking about what happened with you and your friends, you know with The Morrigan and all. Did you know that I would…try to help I guess?"
"I don't know, you're kind of a hard person to figure out. Honestly though, I don't know what came over me, letting my guard down like that. But somehow I knew that everything would be okay regardless."
"So you took a leap out on faith?"
"Yeah, I did actually. But it wasn't just for the situation Tamsin."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, sometimes you have to prove things to someone, so that they can see it for themselves."
"I don't think I'm following you. What did you have to prove, and to who and for what?"
"Tamsin, I wanted you to come to terms with how you felt about me. I wanted you to admit it to yourself, and to me. And actions are always a definite sign. It just so happened to be a favorable moment."
"A favorable moment? So am I to understand that you put your life in jeopardy all for me to realize something within myself?" says Tamsin, with an odd expression. Bo nods her head while shrugging. "That's crazy. What if it didn't go that way at all? What if I sided with them and let whatever that was going to happen happen?" says Tamsin, shaking her head, appearing disturbed. "What is with you mortals," she says, irritated. Bo is now looking at Tamsin oddly from that statement. Tamsin doesn't notice anything and continues on. "I mean, why would you do something like that? You could've been really hurt or worse. That's really reckless Bo," she says, upset. "You can't hope that things will turn out right when there's no guarantee that it will, and…"
"Calm down Tamsin." Bo laughs a little. "It all worked out for the most part right?" Bo pauses, and looks at her with a smile. "Tamsin, that's what faith is, walking out even if you don't know what lies ahead," says Bo. Tamsin is looking at her with her head slanted, her eyes piercing into her. "What are you doing, you're freaking me out?" says Bo, still in good spirits.
"I think you knew full well what I would do."
"And how would I know that? You're kind of wishy-washy."
"Because Bo, somewhere inside of you, you can feel me too. I just haven't figured it out yet."
"Well," says Bo, not really knowing how to respond. "I wouldn't say all that."
"Then what would you say Bo?" says Tamsin. She stands, stretching. The sun is falling back, leaving some light outside.
Bo looks up at her. "Well I would say that every good franchise needs at least seven sequels," she answers, seductively.
Tamsin reaches her hand to her. "Is that right?"
Bo takes it, and places her arms around Tamsin. "That's right. At least."
Tamsin puts her arms around Bo. "I feel very strange to even ask this but, what does all this mean?"
"When you say all of this, do you mean us?" asks Bo.
"Yeah, I do. Is this, does this mean, well shit are we like together, like as in a couple or something?" asks Tamsin, with a quizzical expression.
"Well that depends," says Bo. Tamsin gives her a weird look. "On what you want."
"Why does everything come back to me?" says Tamsin, shaking her head.
Bo smiles at her. "Because Tamsin, you're the difficult one."
"So does that mean that I have to call you all those ridiculous cutesy names," says Tamsin, looking as if she wants to gag. "And bring you flowers and stuff?"
Bo laughs. "Only if you want to."
Tamsin kisses Bo, and it becomes quite long. As they kiss, a gentle breeze comes about them accompanied by a sweet aroma. Bo stops and looks around with a child-like expression on her face. The flowers from the trees are falling all around as if it were snowing. Bo picks one from out of Tamsin's hair and smiles. They return to their kiss.