Betrayal

My motions are controlled, the

muscles too often betraying me,

are kept in tight form, away from the

eyes of the staring, eager crowds. This

treachery is not for them to know or see.

Resulting web of tension underlying

my skin, my mind, is then given up

in too-fleeting moments with you, to

see what you will make of it. Satin

blushes and fevered pitch questions.

More, you ask, and it seems it is always

there to give. Where the tendons and sinew

of my own body will not allow me freedom, I

am able to feel it release into you. The dark

eyed and hourglass design of you raised.

Even when no one else understands.
And because no one else has to.

Pulse

I've lost them both. I don't know what to do. There is only one thing keeping me aware, one thing keeping me awake, one small pulse of life surging still for which I would do anything.

Family

a-dul-ter-y [uh-duhl-tuh-ree] –noun, plural -ter-ies.
voluntary sexual intercourse between a companioned person and someone other than his or her lawful spouse.

Bonnie..."What did she do to us Lucian?"

"I don't know."

Breathe.

"Did you ever wonder how

we came to have our coloration?

All of father's family had brown hair

and eyes, all but him...Perhaps they met

at the ceremony, and she was fascinated

by him. It would explain why certain traits

did not show up in father or grandfather."

But they are in me.

Zamalan...'Madaline, my muse'.

Tal Madrias,

I need you to conduct a more thorough search of the school, and the houses of any of his past associates. Something is missing, but I don't yet know what it is. I believe it goes without saying that the letter should be delivered to me personally. My sister is not to know of this. If anything should happen here, I will send her to you.

Regards,

Lucian

Lucian,

I am ok

for you

to hurt me.

-Your XXXX

It is my special gift.

Regret

"The Ace of Swords...card of truth, justice, fortitude and...cognition...reversed. There is confusion, ignorance and faulty diagnosis. A violent, self destructive temper. An intellect that gets in the way of finding solutions. Headaches could be present. Sometimes foggy thinking. There is violation, overkill and domination. The Warrior of Coins...card of cautiousness and thoroughness...the card of a man who knows what he wants, and hold back nothing to get it. The Eight of Wands... card of quick action, a conclusion and news...reversed. Quarrels, hasty actions that are regretted. There could be a foggy situation where the right action is anyone's guess. There is confusion, and soon you will find that all your arrows are spent, you left empty handed and still at a loss. This card warns not to make any hasty actions, for those actions will only bring about negative results...Beware of recklessness. Ten of Swords...card of bottoming out and ruin. It can also be a card of a victim mentality, or... martyrdom. It denotes a final choice. A destruction, a defeat. Again confusion is laced in this card. There is a decision to be made, and once made, there will be no turning back. This, paired with your last card, also whispers that now is not the time to make that decision. It could mean failure and ruin in all that you know."

Z

I can feel hands on my thighs,
but I don't turn my head yet.
The soft warmth of her mouth
closing over me, and the curl of
her tongue sliding up the shaft
to then contour and bring me in
more securely. The small noises
from the back of her throat, and
the sensation of her dark curls
against my skin. The scent that is
uniquely her filling my awareness
so that I told hold of the sides of her
face and keep her directed toward
her task...

"crave...your work".

"...whether he understands it or not..."

1, 2, 3

"regret nothing"

She's whimpering now, unable to
speak, so I pull her back and she
begs with her eyes, her parted lips.
I draw her up as I roll my shoulders
off the couch, sliding my hands down
to catch hold of her waist her hips. She
sinks upon me, her head falling back.

4, 5, 6

"Yours, Madaline"

My face is buried in her hair,
the pins are strewn about.
Her hips roll, keeping her in that
self-imposed rhythm as my breath,
teeth, and fingers ply themselves to
peaks mirroring, in their hardened state,
the length of me upon which she plunges
herself. Twisting, writhing, moaning,
kneading, tasting, gasping
for breath.

7, 8, 9

Tears are coursing down her cheeks,
and just as she begins to reach that
place of bliss I tell her no. She sobs,
and with the few final thrusts I sate
my own needs, leaving hers to continue.
Drawing out, my hand takes over,
touching her surely, but barely. I am
behind her, covering her with part of
my body, yet leaving her more naked
and exposed. She shudders. My hand
edges out, giving a final course to that
one, single point.
Needy.
So close.
Aching.
I tell her to sleep,
knowing she will not
reach that state
again for some time.

I roll over, dazed, and see daylight
coming through my window. The
ahn seems later than normal, and
I look upon the waterclock sitting on
my desk. It is


10

Strange Days

I am back in Ar now, and what a strange few days it has been. I feel I ought to mention it all here, but I'm not even sure I will remember it enough to do the situations on an individual level true justice. That said, I will try.

First, the school in Port Cos opens next hand. My colleagues saw fit to choose my assistant, a graduate student of my own caste. A blonde. Yes, I think it rather goes without saying that it might have been a bit short-sighted on the parts of my fellow Scribes to put a blonde in my office. To make matters worse [or better?] she is everything a free woman is supposed to be-cold and ill-humored. I'm going to enjoy bringing her down a notch or two.

Second, it seems the Arian Warrior I entered into an agreement with to try to block Cosian interests in Port Cos has betrayed an alliance he had with my cousin. Something to do with my turning on him, which is of course ridiculous since I only aided a fellow of my own caste, who is not Cosian. He made Ostia cry apparently, and Bonnie was so angry she was swearing like a pirate when she came back to the house. It took some work to calm my sibling down, but I think she is less intent on murdering him now than she was then.

I opened the school here in Ar this hand, and met with Peter and Sydney's children. Billy ran in, and then went into hiding somewhere in the hall. Nashoti wishes to be a Scribe, as do Nephtys, and of course Rett [who I still contend, albeit it silently-might be my son through one of my various affairs here in the city]. Sean was gleeful that homework does not have to be turned in every day, and Sahara started having a minor meltdown. Nephtys and I were in my office, where she was explaining that she had found a child of four at the cafe the other day, then brought the child back, and had been keeping her in her dorm room all this time. It was then we heard the noises from the classroom, and went back to see Sahara in tears. Her brothers tried to figure out the cause, as she had been late to class, but judging by her age and answers to their questions, I had the boys leave the room. My deductions were correct, Nepthys and I stayed with her, and Sydney came to collect her daughter. Reminding Nephtys to explain the situation surrounding the little girl to Sydney too, I took my leave of the school for the day. I practically raised my sister, so it wasn't anything I hadn't dealt with before, although it had been a long time and I was tired from our trip back from Port Cos.

Speaking of my sister, she has entered into a companionship again, this time with a Scribe. He's an odd creature, but positively dotes on her, which of course Bonnie relishes. We had a small, private ceremony here at Stylus, and they remained for the night. Something about his mother's nerves. At any rate, I heard them running up the stairs last night, there was a great deal of laughter, and then some other sounds I determined to block out. That went on for some time, and I went to sleep exhausted.