We have been one many years now, but I still remember the time before, when I was free. I ruled the entire frozen North; I was its deadly and beautiful queen, Shiva. Then they came. They built their garden and captured me. They junctioned me to their burning bodies and minds, trying to melt me, to break me, so I fought and never served them fully.
Then he
came, and I expected him to scald like the other junction holders. I expected
him to scorch me, fiery, pulsing, red. But it didn’t happen, he was so very
different, he had a cold to rival my own. It shocked me; he was frozen in his
heart, his love locked away and the key to it hidden, he was unaware what he
missed. I looked out from his emotionless grey eyes onto a desolate dull world
where nothing and no one held importance save the construction of his own
defensive shield. A shield from their love, from their heat, so I was happy in
my frozen palace.
But in
the mission to defeat the time mage, he met her, the light blue angel whose
feminine beauty was only surpassed by my own and her rival’s, the golden haired
instructor. I waited for it to burn. I saw the fiery feelings of love consume
his mind as a candle flame does a scrap of paper and I retreated to his heart.
There I waited for the inferno of warmth that would force me back into my
previous torture, that would destroy my crystalline palace that was his
heart.
Yet it
didn’t come, for before even the first signs of a thaw appeared she, with her
deceivingly sweet smiles and her beauty, she betrayed him. And he died inside,
he became so iced up I found myself in paradise, but I was not happy, no human
should be that way.
Then as
I was finally giving up hope that he could be saved, the sun rose, powerful,
beautiful, deadly, his hair spun of gold and his emerald eyes sparkling with
Quezacotl’s powers. He wields his weapon with confidence and he smashes my
master’s defences, he breaks through and steals my master’s heart, for his
weapon is what my master fears most…
…Love…
And
slowly he has thawed my master, with his hot passionate caresses, his hungry
lips, his lustful and yet loving manner as he teaches my master how to love and
be loved, emotionally and physically. He has melted my master to a tranquil
pool, and they are happy together. As am I, for even in the height of their
lovemaking, as they thrust together, sweat glistening over their heated toned
bodies, it does not burn me…
…For perhaps I too have melted…
We have been one for many years now, Seifer, Squall,
Quezacotl and I.
~The End~
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