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Post by Nyx on Jun 9, 2008 13:19:10 GMT -5
I wanna drink that shot of whiskey I wanna smell that sweet addiction on my breath I wanna wrap the moon around us, lay beside you skin on skin Make love til the sun comes up, til the sun goes down again
Nyx, always a glorious sight in black silks and silver accents, laid next to the large fountain that greeted everyone to their temple. Lazily she dipped her fingers into the cool crystal water, her long ebony locks surrounding her face like a dark silken halo. Off some way were a small band of string players, filling the black marble halls with their soft melodic plucking.
Her eyes were directed at the ceiling, which was enchanted to look like the night sky, one of the Night goddess’ perfect creations that was created with her handsome husband. Other than the music the halls were now empty with the sounds of their (nearly thirty) children’s laughter, but it was a strange peace that she like.
Thoughts of her husband entered her mind and she smiled to herself. Their love was unusual, it was the flamboyant one of others but it was soft and tender, they could just look at each other and know what one another were thinking at that moment in time. She was so lost in her own little world that anyone could walk up to her and she wouldn’t know until they were right at her.
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Post by Erebus on Jun 9, 2008 20:38:11 GMT -5
Falling down from the sky like a black rain, Erebus manifested himself behind his loving and beautiful sister-wife. She truly was the most gorgeous creature he had ever seen, bar none. Smiling wickedly, he silently strolled over to where she was sitting and sat behind her, off to the side, before leaning forward and gently kissing her neck. "Hello, tall, dark, and beautiful," he greeted her in his nearly baritone voice. To any other woman, it would make her freeze in place if they knew he were behind them, because to them, he meant bad things were to come. To her though, he meant nothing but good things.. cuddling, kisses, steamy sex anywhere she wanted.. that obviously led to the thirty plus kids they had.
Snaking an arm around her waist, he pulled her closer to him. He loved the closeness of her, the scent of her perfume. Just the thought of her brought a spark into his normally dead blue eyes that held just a hint of hazel. The woman was a goddess in more ways than one, and he felt d@mn lucky to have her as his wife. Any man who had turned her down before now was screwed if they still wanted her cause she was all his, and there wasn't one thing in his mother's universe that would make him change his mind.
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Post by Nyx on Jun 26, 2008 12:44:45 GMT -5
Upon his arrival and before he even spoke, she knew he was there with her. Stretching like one of her prized pure black as night [ignore the pun] Persian cats she twisted her lithe body around to face him as she sat up. A small hand with whispering tapering fingers came up to stroke his face tenderly as she leaned in to kiss the lips that she has so loved since the time she was old enough to know cardinal sin.
"Hello gorgeous babe." She replied back in her husky breathy like voice as she moved closer to him. Her fingers traveled down his neck to slip inside his traditional greek robes, working their feathery touch over his light tanned skin.
Every day she thanked their brother Eros for gifting him to her to love, that she didn't have to pull her sister's route and create someone to love and to hold. Thousands of years, gone ... turned to dust like the sands of time ... since they wedded and bedded and still a fire for him inside her burned, if possible, more brighter than the day they were hit by their brother's love spell. It was a special, built on more than just the sex that Gaia had craved from her own creation. 'Twas built on love, the love that both Eros and Chaos had gifted to them.
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