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 Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 4:34 pm
Syn snorts "All for his precious reputation, no doubt. He made his feelings clear." looks away then, softening. "I would take it all back if he would but acknowledge me again."
Antarmurss stays stubbornly in his darkness. Just a pair of glowing purple eyes in a shadow "I...can not..."
"You would, if I meant more to you than what some hypocrites might say." hisses, then in the same breath drops her head. " But no. I am violated. I was... yet somehow you think that was my doing... You abandoned me because you were afraid I would rub off on you. Like I was then a disease. You failed to protect me and then spurned me for it... But I still love you. I can love no other." is crying by this point.
Antarmurss remains within the shadows while Syn pours her heart out, and he finally responds. "I never placed blame upon you for what happened Synraehl. I know I promised to protect you, and this attack is clearly meant to undermine my position. I love you. If you truely loved me in return then you would understand why I can not come to you any longer. You have been violated...tainted by a cursed. You shared my views before. You supported me and my stand. Were you being misleading then Syn?"
Syn shook her head. "You know I cannot be misleading. I tell the truth that others do not want to hear. I hold it like a burden close to my heart. Your... our convictions don't make my heart ache any less - this shriveled twisted heart of mine. It has been centuries since I have felt it break like this. I have the iron will of a queen that sees our stand for what it is.. But I have the heart of a woman, Antar. Just a woman... And this woman only wants to be near you always...."
Antaarmur'ss eyes shifted into a downwards gaze from his hiding place. "Then you surely understand. You understand that I can not break the covenant that we forged. The conviction that raised us above all the others. My enemies would lunge upon my hypocrisy." He pauses, then adds in a softer voice. "It does not make this easy for me though. I know you were targeted because... If ever there was a way to break my spirit...it is you Syn. My heart aches and feels hollow. My garden..my dark places...I find no comfort in any of them. Without you I feel no joy or satisfaction, and I know I shall never recover from your loss."
Synraehl had only been crying before, but his admission made her sob and curl in a miserable ball. So much had been taken from them, and she was powerless. What cause could ever be worth this but theirs? She knew that the stand against consorting with cursed at all was an important one, and so she no longer blamed Antar, but the way her heart hurt was unbearable.
Antarmurss lingered in his shadow. Unable to simply leave Syn alone in her misery but equally unable to step out and offer her comfort. There was no stronger barrier the expectation of responsibility. "We may be gods, filled with power and strength, but we are bound by the rules and laws of our expectations more securely then any chain or shackle." He whispered softly before nudging a small black Nightflower from his shadow and across the ground towards Syn.
Syn didn't even notice the flower at first, until it touched her. She felt it's darkness, and wiped at her tears even as they continued to fall, picking up the flower and holding it close to her heart. This was a piece of Antar, and she would cherish it.
Antar watched as Syn clutched the flower, and with a twist of regret and sowrow, he started to withdraw from her presence. "I still owe you...a child... I will not forget." He whispered softly. "I may not be able to watch over you anymore...but maybe...they can."
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 8:27 pm
(Claimed for a rp that I'm not done fixing the typos in XD)
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 8:33 pm
It was as easy as stepping into his own bedchambers. The path he'd taken so many times before was engraved into his very essence. He could manage it even in a unconscious state. The darkness and shadows within Synraehls bedchambers writhed and drew themselves together like living things. Knitting and weaving until they formed a archway of darkness cast upon the surface of a wall. Without hesitation, Antar stepped through. Battle worn with his armor bearing the marks of recent repairs. The metal of his armor had been carefully constructed of silver and titanium in order to ensure the metals would not be a danger to his fairy queen in any way. Antar flipped his currently braided hair over his shoulder and peered about, a handful of black roses were carefully wrapped in dark purple paper and resting in the crook of one arm. "Syn? My Love..."
Syn had not been sleeping well - having a baby had started it, but then the worry did the rest even after Sorcha had grown. So when Antar appeared in her room, she was in it, but not sleeping - instead poring over a magical text and trying hard to concentrate on making it past the first paragraph. She looked up, and immediately dropped the book, flinging herself into his arms.
Antar's lips parted into a smile as he threw his arms wide to welcome Syn into them. He pulled her close, the bundle of flowers forgotten as he wrapped his tail about Syn's waist. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "My Love. You seem to have missed me."
Syn laughed softly as she looked up into the eyes of her lover. "I think, Antar, that you jest. Missing you is an understatement. Sorcha made the time apart from you bearable - she is a good girl." the fae queen replied then parted from him to look him over. "However, you look as though you have seen hardship. Come, sit with me and let me into the loop?" she asked, backtracking to her bed, sitting on the edge of it.
Antar allowed Syn to guide him back towards her bed while she spoke. he cast a glance about her room, as if expecting his changeling daughter to mysteriously be lurking about a corner somewhere. "I am certain she has been a good little princess, and she was well taken care of." He said as he moved to sit beside Syn. He took the now crumpled paper wrapped roses and laid them out across Syn's lap. "The war has not gone well. Laithnu has no desire to get involved though he was attempting to be diplomatic about his stance. The cursed have pressed down to the second descent level and are but one more step away from being outside my city walls. This is too close for my comfort. So I am seeking out the aid of others I have had no real dealings with at all. I do not believe any of them will aid me, so I am prepared for that event."
"You might extend a hand to either the God of Magic or of Kitsune. I have no idea where they stand, but really, they could do with a try." Syn suggested. "And you know that me and mine are ready." she added, setting the roses aside so that she could get closer to her love without fear of pricking him - though she doubted he would care even if she did. "We may not al be warriors, but we are stil lsupport, and you need that."
Antar nodded his head in agreement to the suggestions that Syn offered. "I will attempt to get in contact with them shortly. Magic and the Kitsune Goddess followers would likely be good to add to the backing of my own forces." Antarmur'ss was silent when Syn moved closer to him. His tail shifted to curl about her waist, the fur tip and tentacles laid in a relaxed state over the edge of her bed. At the same time he leaned his head down to rest his forehead against Syn's own. "I need more then simple support. I need you. I need you at my side to have the strength to finish this war. My mind constantly wanders to you and the thoughts of concern over where you are or if you are under attack while I am distracted."
Syn knew that something like this had to be coming. Antar had never been the type to do anything halfway and she was sure that this time would be no different. "I will be at your side if you wish it. That is hardly a question. The question is... In what capacity? Am I to simply wait at your camp for you, or do you really want for me to battle with you by my side? I think, if battle is what you wish... I have proven myself poorly."
Antar reached his hand out and sought to interlock his fingers with Syn's own before he even attempted to reply. "I would not ask you to perform a task outside of your capabilities my love. I would have you join me at my camp as my ally. Let your followers determine how best they can help the war effort, as so too yourself. Healer or Guardian. It will make no difference to me as merely having your presence so near will be enough to lift my dreary spirits."
"Then we will move to your camp. I do not feel at ease in leaving my grotto undefended... But it is a gamble we have to take." Syn decided after a moment, and laced her fingers with Antar's. "Sometimes you have to give some things up to gain something greater, and a victory against the Cursed would be worth that."
Antarmur'ss was relieved to hear that Syn would aid him, though he already had the feeling she would have said yes anyways. he held her hand gently in his own as he sighed. "I am certain your grotto will be overlooked as the Cursed have grown so near my city now. I have grown frustrated and have declared any of my followers who fail to bring me more victories over losses will be punished. The victory against the Cursed must be obtained. If they overcome me then there is nothing stopping them from marching on against the rest of our kind."
Syn could support just about anything that Antar wanted to do against the cursed - she'd signed on to that long ago... But his followers? "Antar, love, I appreciate that you take this very seriously... But your followers are battling tooth and nail to do as you wish. Punishing those who don't meet your high expectations will only make you into another enemy to them. If you set the bar so high that it is but a blow waiting to fall, then you can expect to fall as well."
Antar tilted his head some so he could glance away from Syn. A scowl now writhed across his face in place of the pleasant smile from before. "We are losing Syn. The fear of the cursed clearly is not motivation enough for them to fight their hardest. So I added the fear of my displeasure. What else can I do to push them into fighting harder?"
Syn looked at Antar cooly then, as though scolding a child. "So you think that losing is an indication of a lack of trying? A lack of devotion? Enlighten me then, how it is the case? Because by the selfsame standard that you now impose upon your followers, you should not be here, with me. You yourself should be punished - if losing is indeed an indication of effort. I should be shunned. They fight hard, and they fall as hard, and it is all for you. You alone."
So few could ever talk to Antar in such a way, and fewer still could make the Darkness God feel ashamed of his actions. He kept his eyes averted as he spoke in a quiet voice. "Do not say such things Synraehl." His fingers tightened slightly upon Syn's hand as he spoke. "You were unprepared for battle, it simply is not a place for one as precious as you...but what am I to do? How can I motivate my people to push harder then they already have?"
"Reward. It sounds simplistic, but it is the oldest trick in the book. Offer up a prize to them - something that many of them will want, and yet only one individual can gain. A carrot on the end of a stick. They will fall over themselves to obtain it, and if you set the standard that the only way to obtain this prize is to win more battles than they lose, then you have your solution. Winning for winning's sake. Competition. You always catch more with honey than vinegar." Syn replied, "Be careful though, to only offer something you can actually fulfill. A magical object, or perhaps even a the chance to become a Demigod. Do not promise what you cannot deliver."
It was rather hard for Antarmur'ss to admit he was going to have to go change his mind. To turn around and say his decision was wrong. However, he could not deny Syn's wisdom in her guidance. "I...will do that then. I shall think of something when I announce your part now in the war." He paused then and peered up at Syn. "Though before we must go tend to these things. Perhaps you might give me a small reward, to help inspire me to fight my hardest hmm? A small kiss?"
Syn batted her eyelashes at the darkness God, smirking a bit before taking hold of his face and giving him a kiss that was far from little. It spanked of passion, but she pulled away, arranging her hair as it had become mussed. "A bit of extra motivation for you." she teased, then rose to her feet, gliding over to an armoire and pulling out a scarf. It was gauzy and the color of her wings. "And a token. Until we may see each other again."
Antarmur'ss leaned into the kiss given. Drinking in the passion that he felt for her and from her. When Syn pulled away his eyes stayed half closed and he leaned after her a little bit. Bewitching woman that she was. he couldn't keep his eyes from her, or the goofy grin from his lips when she went to her armorie. The less then godly part of him had hopes of seeing something else drawn out. Just as gauzy and likely made with the same amount of material as the scarf, though certainly no scarf at all. Antarmur'ss stood and approached to accept the token. "May that time be measured in minutes rather then hours." He murmured with a small flick of his fingers through her hair. "I am off now, to make preparations. I leave you to your own beloved." His words tapered off to a whisper before he merely vanished from the room.
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