Penthesilea
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Re: Penthesilea's Castle... posts 3000 to 3199
Reply #105 - May 9th, 2007 at 8:15pm
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#3128 Rewritten by Penthesilea
Then he had come. Single-handedly, he had fought his way to her side, had torn them off of her and with his back to her fighter and her lying barely conscious behind him, he had held them off until more help arrived. And when the orcs were all dead, he had taken her up in his arms and carried her to the medical evacuation airship, had laid her on the cot and had held her hand, talking to her the whole time while the medics worked on them both as they flew back to the Castle because he was (as was his habit after battle) nearly cut to ribbons himself. She had nearly died of the poison that had been on one of the blades that had pierced her but she had recovered. When she was on her feet again, she went to thank him for saving her life. After all, if he had not come MoonCat would not have had the opportunity to cure the poisoning! She had had some difficulty in finding a private moment with him, the Castle’s women swarmed around him like bees to honey and that made her shy for some reason, as if she was intruding on him and had no right to. But she had finally caught him alone and had managed to thank him. He had looked down at her and smiled, thereby stopping her heart in mid-beat, and told her that it had been his pleasure. Then, he had offered her his arm and she had taken it and they had enjoyed a pleasant moonlit walk around the lake before reality, in the form of his then current bedmate, had called him away. The memory was bittersweet. Sweet because it was time that they had spent together, just Kodiak and Penth, walking around the lake, talking, laughing and enjoying the night. Bitter because at the end of it instead of taking her in his arms, he had left her alone in the dark while he went to enjoy the favors of another. It was no surprise to her to realize later, after a vampire had used Kodiak’s face and voice to lure her into a trap, that the spot that the vampire had called her to, the spot where her people had found her nearly dead the next morning, was the very spot where she had stood and watched Kodiak walk away with another woman. She had swallowed the pain then. And had again and again until she could swallow no more and had lost herself so thoroughly that she nearly lost her sanity. Now that she was free of the curse that had kept her from claiming a place in Kodiak’s bed -- or at the very least making him aware that she was more than willing to take such a place! -- she was again herself. More herself than she had been since she had met him and had fallen hopelessly, helplessly in love with him. And now he was gone. She consoled herself with the memory of his declaration in the Pub. He had called her “my love” and even if he had been too drunk to stand when he said it, she clung to the memory because she knew, realist that she was, that it might be all that she would ever have from him. Once he was sober he might find the prospect of an affair -- or even something more permanent -- with the immortal daughter of a God to be more of a challenge than he was willing to take on. The world was full of willing women and very, very few of them carried the baggage of Penthesilea, Clan Swordkin of Themyscira and Keyholder.
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