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Servent of Stone
« Thread Started on Aug 21, 2005, 1:44am »

** I typed this at 5:30 AM, up all night/day. May be boreing or off topic...

Servent of Stone

How many times must he repeat the same lie, so many false truths utterd to his beloved child.
"Oh, father, take me with you! Who are they, Who Must Be Kept?" Amadeo enquired softly, auburn locks falling from a upcasted cranium, large brown optics gazeing at the immortal, Marius casted the child within a deep shadow. Now to the cherub low level, they embraced, with a kiss, a sweet gesture, a tempting hint of is what to come within there reuniteing. As the anchent grapped for his Red Velvet jacket, the coherent pleads of the child were still ringing throughout the Italian Villa. Marus sighed heavily, golden tresses falling over broad shoulders only to land in a series of spirels.
"No Amadeo, you must stay here. I shall only mention that information to you when you are older and stronger, that none shall steal the knowledge from you, untill then, only I am the keeper of such things..."

The only sound was the words that tumbled forth from Marius' lips, silence being a constant companion within the shrine. The marble stone floor was hard and polished, paintings of intricate design and form adorned the stone walls, all tribute of the two mutes upon the stone thrones. Various collections of veggitation was set, burning candles were held by long stems of metal standing tall upon the cold marble. The inscents were lit, such a trivel thing really, the fragrences only known to one nose, only the ginsing and lilacs known to the gardian. The soft cloth was clutched within his fingers, with delicate motions the dust was cleared from the hard lids of the Queen, the stone Mother swipped away from any threat such as dust. The anchent stepped back, and examined the pair, looked to them as if he have never seen the mates before. Enkil, the king, sat upright within the throne. Plaited tressed flowed over her bare chest, he sat still, possibly madness holding him. Akasha, long raven hair flowing over her stone breasts, the golden crown of Isis idly rose from her raised cranium.

Marus was now kneeling, confessions, questions, all rolling from his lips only to be spoke to incoherent Royalty. Cobolt blue orbs glanced to them both, thinking for an instant they might rise as they once did. Both sat motionless, both lost in silence, both held no expression upon stone facials. " What do you wish of me? Do you acknowlegde my comeing, the fact I come upon you with inscents and praise? Why me? Why, am I damned to be your forever gaurdian, your consort! You, the parents, are trapped. Yet, I think I myself suffer the same fate! I am trapped to your will, the responcibility of my excistance and of many others lay heavy upon me. I cannot bare this wait, shall I confess my desire to do unto you? I am chained to you both now, that is what you wanted! See, see me kneeling before you? You bring forth visions and hopes of my lost Lydia, to keep me sane, for your sake, not mine! You treat and beat me as if I am your spaniel, you toy and jest with me, thy servent!" The words echoed and rolled throughout the shrine, the debate was not retored, the pair remaining still as ever.

"You both taunt me, taunt me so. I think, at times, you are ready to move, speak, I look up to see if things have happen...all this the same!" Marius now stood, golden locks flowing about as if a lions wild mane, his tall form stock still and orbs pierceing into the stone forms before him. His breath quickend, this moment has only happend severel times. Did they head my words? Akasha, yet her neck tilts, an offer? His steps were weighed, having no vampirc nature within. Cold hard hands were braced onto the Queens shoulders, her neck holding to motion, blue orbs strikeing a stare to her mate. Marius found himself locked within her hard flesh, faings latched within the atery of the fount. The blood soared within his form, like lquied fire it scorched and lit aflame his body. He greedily took it, tongue lapping at the wound like a lizards searching tool. Her hands were within his golden locks, fingertips brushing against his skull. They were wound together, the hearts beats heard in the deadly rhythm. His mind swarmed with visions, Akasha not holding back of her wishes. The Roman let loose a moan in pure pleasure, blood tainted lips brushing the cold neck of the stone Queen.

Ye gods, I am yours. I am your servent, I shall be yours, a servent of stone. I am your slave, you may bend me to your will...

I know...

This last stament lingerd through his mind, the two words not from him. His crnaium raised from the neck, blood decoreting parted lips, he looked to the Queens motionless form. He thought he saw a smile....

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