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The tavern was almost full unto bursting, but no one else existed except for her.
Skylla. The lustrous beauty who’d stolen her heart so suddenly and unexpectedly sat across from her, smiling and laughing as she relayed some tale that Callidora was only half listening to. She was more fascinated by the way the woman’s mouth moved, the curve and shape of her lips as they formed the words that Dora could only barely hear. Emerald irises travelled down the slope of her jaw, imagining the silken feel of sun-kissed skin beneath calloused fingertips as they drifted down… and down…
Catching herself drifting off into wanton fantasy, Callidora jerked her gaze back up to Skylla’s face and lifted her beer to her mouth with a quick grin to hide her obvious distraction. It had been a long day of baking out in the African sun, peddling her wares in the Grand Souk whilst dreamily longing for the moment she and her lover could close the door of their rented room behind them. The exotically beautiful physician was her refuge in the balmy Egyptian nights, and it had taken nearly every ounce of willpower she possessed not to gather the woman up in her arms and whisk her off as soon as she laid eyes on her that evening.
Particularly tonight. There was something devastatingly seductive about the way she was dressed, something singularly appealing about the dusky fragrance drifting from her skin and hair. Whether it was a new perfume or just the woman’s own scent, Dora wasn’t sure, but she would’ve drowned herself in it if she could.
And here she was. Distracted again. What was Skylla even talking about anymore?
The merchant couldn’t let herself indulge too heavily in her admiration, not while they remained in the common area of the tavern. Affairs like theirs were heavily frowned upon in Greece, but Egypt… their secret had to be kept even closer than ever for fear of what might happen. They were distrusted enough just for being Greek; they didn’t need the added weight of their ‘perversion’ on top of it.
But it was hard to remember all that when Skylla sat across from her, looking more delicious than the main course of a royal banquet.
Callidora had hardly touched her food for ogling her partner, suddenly remembering the leg of mutton quickly cooling off in front of her. Eyes crinkling in self-deprecating humor, she dug back into her meal, shoveling hearty bites into her mouth while she tried to focus back in to what Skylla was saying.
“Of course, that sounds lovely,” she said in quick response to whatever the last thing was her lover had said, nodding in sage agreement. Hopefully whatever her comment was had actually been lovely…
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The tavern was almost full unto bursting, but no one else existed except for her.
Skylla. The lustrous beauty who’d stolen her heart so suddenly and unexpectedly sat across from her, smiling and laughing as she relayed some tale that Callidora was only half listening to. She was more fascinated by the way the woman’s mouth moved, the curve and shape of her lips as they formed the words that Dora could only barely hear. Emerald irises travelled down the slope of her jaw, imagining the silken feel of sun-kissed skin beneath calloused fingertips as they drifted down… and down…
Catching herself drifting off into wanton fantasy, Callidora jerked her gaze back up to Skylla’s face and lifted her beer to her mouth with a quick grin to hide her obvious distraction. It had been a long day of baking out in the African sun, peddling her wares in the Grand Souk whilst dreamily longing for the moment she and her lover could close the door of their rented room behind them. The exotically beautiful physician was her refuge in the balmy Egyptian nights, and it had taken nearly every ounce of willpower she possessed not to gather the woman up in her arms and whisk her off as soon as she laid eyes on her that evening.
Particularly tonight. There was something devastatingly seductive about the way she was dressed, something singularly appealing about the dusky fragrance drifting from her skin and hair. Whether it was a new perfume or just the woman’s own scent, Dora wasn’t sure, but she would’ve drowned herself in it if she could.
And here she was. Distracted again. What was Skylla even talking about anymore?
The merchant couldn’t let herself indulge too heavily in her admiration, not while they remained in the common area of the tavern. Affairs like theirs were heavily frowned upon in Greece, but Egypt… their secret had to be kept even closer than ever for fear of what might happen. They were distrusted enough just for being Greek; they didn’t need the added weight of their ‘perversion’ on top of it.
But it was hard to remember all that when Skylla sat across from her, looking more delicious than the main course of a royal banquet.
Callidora had hardly touched her food for ogling her partner, suddenly remembering the leg of mutton quickly cooling off in front of her. Eyes crinkling in self-deprecating humor, she dug back into her meal, shoveling hearty bites into her mouth while she tried to focus back in to what Skylla was saying.
“Of course, that sounds lovely,” she said in quick response to whatever the last thing was her lover had said, nodding in sage agreement. Hopefully whatever her comment was had actually been lovely…
The tavern was almost full unto bursting, but no one else existed except for her.
Skylla. The lustrous beauty who’d stolen her heart so suddenly and unexpectedly sat across from her, smiling and laughing as she relayed some tale that Callidora was only half listening to. She was more fascinated by the way the woman’s mouth moved, the curve and shape of her lips as they formed the words that Dora could only barely hear. Emerald irises travelled down the slope of her jaw, imagining the silken feel of sun-kissed skin beneath calloused fingertips as they drifted down… and down…
Catching herself drifting off into wanton fantasy, Callidora jerked her gaze back up to Skylla’s face and lifted her beer to her mouth with a quick grin to hide her obvious distraction. It had been a long day of baking out in the African sun, peddling her wares in the Grand Souk whilst dreamily longing for the moment she and her lover could close the door of their rented room behind them. The exotically beautiful physician was her refuge in the balmy Egyptian nights, and it had taken nearly every ounce of willpower she possessed not to gather the woman up in her arms and whisk her off as soon as she laid eyes on her that evening.
Particularly tonight. There was something devastatingly seductive about the way she was dressed, something singularly appealing about the dusky fragrance drifting from her skin and hair. Whether it was a new perfume or just the woman’s own scent, Dora wasn’t sure, but she would’ve drowned herself in it if she could.
And here she was. Distracted again. What was Skylla even talking about anymore?
The merchant couldn’t let herself indulge too heavily in her admiration, not while they remained in the common area of the tavern. Affairs like theirs were heavily frowned upon in Greece, but Egypt… their secret had to be kept even closer than ever for fear of what might happen. They were distrusted enough just for being Greek; they didn’t need the added weight of their ‘perversion’ on top of it.
But it was hard to remember all that when Skylla sat across from her, looking more delicious than the main course of a royal banquet.
Callidora had hardly touched her food for ogling her partner, suddenly remembering the leg of mutton quickly cooling off in front of her. Eyes crinkling in self-deprecating humor, she dug back into her meal, shoveling hearty bites into her mouth while she tried to focus back in to what Skylla was saying.
“Of course, that sounds lovely,” she said in quick response to whatever the last thing was her lover had said, nodding in sage agreement. Hopefully whatever her comment was had actually been lovely…
There was a part of her that was still unyieldingly angry about Lysander's death. There was a part of her that would have been quick to slit throats if she had caught anyone that had any connection at all to the murder. Even now, it was difficult for Skylla to focus on keeping the kind, polite front with everyone around them. Her dark gaze held kindness, but internally she was entirely displeased with their company.
The group of drunken men to their right were yelling over a game of cards. Loudly. Obnoxiously. She imagined them all silenced, their tongues laid out in the betting pool in the center of the table. It would be so easy. Just tilt the head, open the jaws, a quick swipe of a sharp, heated blade would silence each one quickly and close the wound all in one motion. A humane way to find the quiet Skylla desperately wanted.
'Shut the fuck up already.'
Skylla took a long drink of her beer, keeping her serene smile on Callidora. The other woman had been watching her with her every intention written clearly across her features. She wondered if her lover was still in mourning for a moment, but the thought flitted off rather quickly. Under the table, she nudged Dora's ankle in a clear indication that she needed to settle herself.
The innkeeper to their left kept eyeing them. Had been since they started renting a room every night. Together, not apart. Skylla was quite sure that the man was quite privy to the happenings behind the closed doors of his inn. Skylla's mind drifted to what she might be able to bribe the man with in order to buy his silence. Before he damned both her and Callidora. Skylla was not afraid of death. She constantly sought Hades' fortune and approval. Going to meet her patron god would not scare her in the slightest. But having Callidora wiped from this life? No.
That would not do.
'Nosey curr.'
Eating her mutton with renewed gusto, Skylla kept the conversation two-dimensional and pleasant. Dora didn't seem to be paying much attention to any word out of her mouth anyway, which was making it increasingly difficult to focus as the night wore on. There was no doubt that Skylla's mind had already drifted in that direction long before they even sat down to supper. However, Skylla was determined not to get them caught.
"Lovely?" Skylla offered with a smile that didn't change despite the topic that she had brought up. "I never took you for a woman that found battlefield amputations... lovely," Skylla said seriously, the smile never leaving her features. Her gaze held the same kind expression it always did, though her gaze glinted with a bit of amusement that she had truly caught Dora not paying a lick of attention. At least to her words. She had been very blatantly admiring Skylla's form, which the woman appreciated, but also understood was dangerous.
"Oh, well," Skylla mused, taking a slow sip from her cup and leveling an easy gaze at Dora, "I guess every woman has her quirks, right?" she teased her gently, nudging her with her sandaled foot once more in an attempt to bring her back to reality. To focus. To not drawing attention to them. "How many sales did you make today?" she questioned.
The gamblers to the right exploded into riotous laughter, leaving Skylla internally shoving daggers through their windpipes and digging out their voice boxes as an offering to Hades or a snack for the Pharaoh's supposed pet cheetah.
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There was a part of her that was still unyieldingly angry about Lysander's death. There was a part of her that would have been quick to slit throats if she had caught anyone that had any connection at all to the murder. Even now, it was difficult for Skylla to focus on keeping the kind, polite front with everyone around them. Her dark gaze held kindness, but internally she was entirely displeased with their company.
The group of drunken men to their right were yelling over a game of cards. Loudly. Obnoxiously. She imagined them all silenced, their tongues laid out in the betting pool in the center of the table. It would be so easy. Just tilt the head, open the jaws, a quick swipe of a sharp, heated blade would silence each one quickly and close the wound all in one motion. A humane way to find the quiet Skylla desperately wanted.
'Shut the fuck up already.'
Skylla took a long drink of her beer, keeping her serene smile on Callidora. The other woman had been watching her with her every intention written clearly across her features. She wondered if her lover was still in mourning for a moment, but the thought flitted off rather quickly. Under the table, she nudged Dora's ankle in a clear indication that she needed to settle herself.
The innkeeper to their left kept eyeing them. Had been since they started renting a room every night. Together, not apart. Skylla was quite sure that the man was quite privy to the happenings behind the closed doors of his inn. Skylla's mind drifted to what she might be able to bribe the man with in order to buy his silence. Before he damned both her and Callidora. Skylla was not afraid of death. She constantly sought Hades' fortune and approval. Going to meet her patron god would not scare her in the slightest. But having Callidora wiped from this life? No.
That would not do.
'Nosey curr.'
Eating her mutton with renewed gusto, Skylla kept the conversation two-dimensional and pleasant. Dora didn't seem to be paying much attention to any word out of her mouth anyway, which was making it increasingly difficult to focus as the night wore on. There was no doubt that Skylla's mind had already drifted in that direction long before they even sat down to supper. However, Skylla was determined not to get them caught.
"Lovely?" Skylla offered with a smile that didn't change despite the topic that she had brought up. "I never took you for a woman that found battlefield amputations... lovely," Skylla said seriously, the smile never leaving her features. Her gaze held the same kind expression it always did, though her gaze glinted with a bit of amusement that she had truly caught Dora not paying a lick of attention. At least to her words. She had been very blatantly admiring Skylla's form, which the woman appreciated, but also understood was dangerous.
"Oh, well," Skylla mused, taking a slow sip from her cup and leveling an easy gaze at Dora, "I guess every woman has her quirks, right?" she teased her gently, nudging her with her sandaled foot once more in an attempt to bring her back to reality. To focus. To not drawing attention to them. "How many sales did you make today?" she questioned.
The gamblers to the right exploded into riotous laughter, leaving Skylla internally shoving daggers through their windpipes and digging out their voice boxes as an offering to Hades or a snack for the Pharaoh's supposed pet cheetah.
There was a part of her that was still unyieldingly angry about Lysander's death. There was a part of her that would have been quick to slit throats if she had caught anyone that had any connection at all to the murder. Even now, it was difficult for Skylla to focus on keeping the kind, polite front with everyone around them. Her dark gaze held kindness, but internally she was entirely displeased with their company.
The group of drunken men to their right were yelling over a game of cards. Loudly. Obnoxiously. She imagined them all silenced, their tongues laid out in the betting pool in the center of the table. It would be so easy. Just tilt the head, open the jaws, a quick swipe of a sharp, heated blade would silence each one quickly and close the wound all in one motion. A humane way to find the quiet Skylla desperately wanted.
'Shut the fuck up already.'
Skylla took a long drink of her beer, keeping her serene smile on Callidora. The other woman had been watching her with her every intention written clearly across her features. She wondered if her lover was still in mourning for a moment, but the thought flitted off rather quickly. Under the table, she nudged Dora's ankle in a clear indication that she needed to settle herself.
The innkeeper to their left kept eyeing them. Had been since they started renting a room every night. Together, not apart. Skylla was quite sure that the man was quite privy to the happenings behind the closed doors of his inn. Skylla's mind drifted to what she might be able to bribe the man with in order to buy his silence. Before he damned both her and Callidora. Skylla was not afraid of death. She constantly sought Hades' fortune and approval. Going to meet her patron god would not scare her in the slightest. But having Callidora wiped from this life? No.
That would not do.
'Nosey curr.'
Eating her mutton with renewed gusto, Skylla kept the conversation two-dimensional and pleasant. Dora didn't seem to be paying much attention to any word out of her mouth anyway, which was making it increasingly difficult to focus as the night wore on. There was no doubt that Skylla's mind had already drifted in that direction long before they even sat down to supper. However, Skylla was determined not to get them caught.
"Lovely?" Skylla offered with a smile that didn't change despite the topic that she had brought up. "I never took you for a woman that found battlefield amputations... lovely," Skylla said seriously, the smile never leaving her features. Her gaze held the same kind expression it always did, though her gaze glinted with a bit of amusement that she had truly caught Dora not paying a lick of attention. At least to her words. She had been very blatantly admiring Skylla's form, which the woman appreciated, but also understood was dangerous.
"Oh, well," Skylla mused, taking a slow sip from her cup and leveling an easy gaze at Dora, "I guess every woman has her quirks, right?" she teased her gently, nudging her with her sandaled foot once more in an attempt to bring her back to reality. To focus. To not drawing attention to them. "How many sales did you make today?" she questioned.
The gamblers to the right exploded into riotous laughter, leaving Skylla internally shoving daggers through their windpipes and digging out their voice boxes as an offering to Hades or a snack for the Pharaoh's supposed pet cheetah.
A faint blush colored Callidora’s cheeks when Skylla called her out, ducking her head with a self-conscious laugh. “Oh, you didn’t know? I’m a woman full of unexpected quirks,” she quipped, taking a swallow of her beer. “I’ve always had a fascination for the more gruesome bits of medicine. Battlefield amputations are practically my passion.” She spoke sarcastically in Greek so as not to garner attention from anyone for the odd nature of her statement, snorting and shaking her head. Switching to Coptic to continue to gain more practice with the tongue, she went on, “Sorry. My mind’s been wandering since I woke.”
Shrugging when Skylla asked about her number of sales for the day, she made a face. The second nudge of Skylla’s foot finally got through to her, doing her best to straighten up and stop leering before anyone took too heavy notice of them. She, too, did not like the glances the innkeeper had been throwing their way, but Dora wasn’t sure if it was just paranoia speaking. After all, they were living with a large secret in an inhospitable land. Sometimes paranoia was the wise path.
“It wasn’t many,” she conceded, one finger doodling idle circles on the surface of their table. “But at least it wasn’t none. Turns out men distrust women from the country they’re on the brink of war with. Imagine that.” Callidora’s voice bordered just on bitter, the facetious nature of the way she spoke a thin veil for the genuine frustration beneath. Her sales were dropping by the week, and she was worried they’d stop altogether before too long. If she couldn’t keep bring in money… Dora didn’t want to think about the kind of things they might have to resort to. Surely they’d figure something out before any extreme measures became necessary.
Looking up at her lover, she offered a half-hearted smile. “What about you? What did you do today? Any particular stories beyond the apparent battlefield amputation that I wasn’t listening to?”
Without looking away or changing her inflection, Callidora switched back to Greek and lowered her volume. “We should go to our room soon and look the door. Beyond the fact that I’ve been heavily distracted since we sat down to dinner…” Her half-hearted smile briefly blossomed to a genuine grin, a twinkle in her emerald eye. Smoothing her expression back to neutrality, she went on, “There are stares. It’s probably nothing, but I don’t like them.”
She didn’t dare look at the tavern owner for fear that he would notice her glance, but she had no doubt Skylla would know who she was referring to. Her lover was an observant woman with a stronger tendency toward paranoia than she had. She’d likely noticed it far before Dora, especially considering that the merchant hadn’t even been able to follow their strain of conversation.
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A faint blush colored Callidora’s cheeks when Skylla called her out, ducking her head with a self-conscious laugh. “Oh, you didn’t know? I’m a woman full of unexpected quirks,” she quipped, taking a swallow of her beer. “I’ve always had a fascination for the more gruesome bits of medicine. Battlefield amputations are practically my passion.” She spoke sarcastically in Greek so as not to garner attention from anyone for the odd nature of her statement, snorting and shaking her head. Switching to Coptic to continue to gain more practice with the tongue, she went on, “Sorry. My mind’s been wandering since I woke.”
Shrugging when Skylla asked about her number of sales for the day, she made a face. The second nudge of Skylla’s foot finally got through to her, doing her best to straighten up and stop leering before anyone took too heavy notice of them. She, too, did not like the glances the innkeeper had been throwing their way, but Dora wasn’t sure if it was just paranoia speaking. After all, they were living with a large secret in an inhospitable land. Sometimes paranoia was the wise path.
“It wasn’t many,” she conceded, one finger doodling idle circles on the surface of their table. “But at least it wasn’t none. Turns out men distrust women from the country they’re on the brink of war with. Imagine that.” Callidora’s voice bordered just on bitter, the facetious nature of the way she spoke a thin veil for the genuine frustration beneath. Her sales were dropping by the week, and she was worried they’d stop altogether before too long. If she couldn’t keep bring in money… Dora didn’t want to think about the kind of things they might have to resort to. Surely they’d figure something out before any extreme measures became necessary.
Looking up at her lover, she offered a half-hearted smile. “What about you? What did you do today? Any particular stories beyond the apparent battlefield amputation that I wasn’t listening to?”
Without looking away or changing her inflection, Callidora switched back to Greek and lowered her volume. “We should go to our room soon and look the door. Beyond the fact that I’ve been heavily distracted since we sat down to dinner…” Her half-hearted smile briefly blossomed to a genuine grin, a twinkle in her emerald eye. Smoothing her expression back to neutrality, she went on, “There are stares. It’s probably nothing, but I don’t like them.”
She didn’t dare look at the tavern owner for fear that he would notice her glance, but she had no doubt Skylla would know who she was referring to. Her lover was an observant woman with a stronger tendency toward paranoia than she had. She’d likely noticed it far before Dora, especially considering that the merchant hadn’t even been able to follow their strain of conversation.
A faint blush colored Callidora’s cheeks when Skylla called her out, ducking her head with a self-conscious laugh. “Oh, you didn’t know? I’m a woman full of unexpected quirks,” she quipped, taking a swallow of her beer. “I’ve always had a fascination for the more gruesome bits of medicine. Battlefield amputations are practically my passion.” She spoke sarcastically in Greek so as not to garner attention from anyone for the odd nature of her statement, snorting and shaking her head. Switching to Coptic to continue to gain more practice with the tongue, she went on, “Sorry. My mind’s been wandering since I woke.”
Shrugging when Skylla asked about her number of sales for the day, she made a face. The second nudge of Skylla’s foot finally got through to her, doing her best to straighten up and stop leering before anyone took too heavy notice of them. She, too, did not like the glances the innkeeper had been throwing their way, but Dora wasn’t sure if it was just paranoia speaking. After all, they were living with a large secret in an inhospitable land. Sometimes paranoia was the wise path.
“It wasn’t many,” she conceded, one finger doodling idle circles on the surface of their table. “But at least it wasn’t none. Turns out men distrust women from the country they’re on the brink of war with. Imagine that.” Callidora’s voice bordered just on bitter, the facetious nature of the way she spoke a thin veil for the genuine frustration beneath. Her sales were dropping by the week, and she was worried they’d stop altogether before too long. If she couldn’t keep bring in money… Dora didn’t want to think about the kind of things they might have to resort to. Surely they’d figure something out before any extreme measures became necessary.
Looking up at her lover, she offered a half-hearted smile. “What about you? What did you do today? Any particular stories beyond the apparent battlefield amputation that I wasn’t listening to?”
Without looking away or changing her inflection, Callidora switched back to Greek and lowered her volume. “We should go to our room soon and look the door. Beyond the fact that I’ve been heavily distracted since we sat down to dinner…” Her half-hearted smile briefly blossomed to a genuine grin, a twinkle in her emerald eye. Smoothing her expression back to neutrality, she went on, “There are stares. It’s probably nothing, but I don’t like them.”
She didn’t dare look at the tavern owner for fear that he would notice her glance, but she had no doubt Skylla would know who she was referring to. Her lover was an observant woman with a stronger tendency toward paranoia than she had. She’d likely noticed it far before Dora, especially considering that the merchant hadn’t even been able to follow their strain of conversation.
Skylla had to try not to snort into her cup of ale when Callidora admitted that battlefield medicine was one of her favorite topics. She knew that to be absolutely false, and the less playful side of her almost wanted to point that out to her. However, this side of Skylla was one that needed to stay prominent. Sweet, faithful, calculating, but not cold, harsh, or cruel. She liked Callidora too much to subject her to that side of herself. That was something that would be best kept to herself, shielded away from view until they were able to escape Egypt into safer waters. “You’re such a pretty liar,” Skylla hummed into her cup, biting onto the rim to give her a bit of a playfully sweet smile. “I’m sure if you saw any sort of amputation, you would not find yourself hungry for your meal,” Skylla mused.
Then she took another bite of her own food, seeming entirely unphased by the thought of blood, gore, or anything of that sort. Nothing of a gruesome nature truly bothered her. In fact, she found herself rather interested in the macabre. No one else needed to know that, though. Not even sweet, pretty, lovely, delicious Callidora. Skylla had to take another sip of her drink to keep herself from visibly drooling over her lover.
They were, after all, supposed to be avoiding drawing attention to themselves.
“I can tell,” Skylla commented easily on her mind wandering so much since the morning. She’d noticed it even in the early morning glow. When the two of them needed to prepare to leave the inn and go about their days, earning money to try and make it back to Greece. Not many ships would take two greek women with no chaperones, which was entirely frustrating. Many of the captains claimed that they would need to pay a ‘premium’ for them to keep the crew’s hands off of them. She was entirely sure that Lukos would not have treated the two of them in such a way. Especially with Skylla being so familiar. Then again, he had sometimes surprised her.
“It is not so surprising,” Skylla said casually, shrugging her shoulders. “Most people will not trust us here,” she continued, keeping her voice low. “Without Lysander, we are… effectively stranded unless we can find a captain to take us back to Greece,” her voice took on a delicate air, her dark eyes filled with concern and slight uncertainty. If they ever found anyone to help them. Another unlikely scenario, but a scenario nevertheless. “There was nothing so entertaining for me besides the usual colds and minor illnesses. A few cuts and scrapes, but hardly enough to line my purse,” the physician commented on her own day, sighing and pushing her food away from her. This entire situation was irritating, infuriating. But she could not lash out in the way that she wanted to.
Her fury over Lysander’s death was glaring and blatant, but she could only imagine how Dora felt about her brother’s death. She had not asked, simply because she wanted Dora to approach her herself. Skylla would not force herself into Callidora’s emotions if that was not what the woman wanted.
Skylla had been fully aware of the tavern owner and some of the other patrons, but she was not going to give them the time of day. She was, however, going to lower her own tone, keeping her gaze on Callidora’s. “I think you’re right,” she hummed lightly, done with her food anyway. So she stood up from the table and pushed her chair back in, waiting for Dora to join her in the same motion. “I think we should find another inn tomorrow,” Skylla commented absently, “If we stay, I’m afraid that we’ll find more trouble than we truly want,” she said calmly. Leading the both of them away from the table and up to the room that they shared with one another, Skylla unlocked the door and motioned her in, closing it behind them and leaning against the wood. She let out a steadying breath and closed her eyes, taking a moment to attempt to ease her mind.
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Skylla had to try not to snort into her cup of ale when Callidora admitted that battlefield medicine was one of her favorite topics. She knew that to be absolutely false, and the less playful side of her almost wanted to point that out to her. However, this side of Skylla was one that needed to stay prominent. Sweet, faithful, calculating, but not cold, harsh, or cruel. She liked Callidora too much to subject her to that side of herself. That was something that would be best kept to herself, shielded away from view until they were able to escape Egypt into safer waters. “You’re such a pretty liar,” Skylla hummed into her cup, biting onto the rim to give her a bit of a playfully sweet smile. “I’m sure if you saw any sort of amputation, you would not find yourself hungry for your meal,” Skylla mused.
Then she took another bite of her own food, seeming entirely unphased by the thought of blood, gore, or anything of that sort. Nothing of a gruesome nature truly bothered her. In fact, she found herself rather interested in the macabre. No one else needed to know that, though. Not even sweet, pretty, lovely, delicious Callidora. Skylla had to take another sip of her drink to keep herself from visibly drooling over her lover.
They were, after all, supposed to be avoiding drawing attention to themselves.
“I can tell,” Skylla commented easily on her mind wandering so much since the morning. She’d noticed it even in the early morning glow. When the two of them needed to prepare to leave the inn and go about their days, earning money to try and make it back to Greece. Not many ships would take two greek women with no chaperones, which was entirely frustrating. Many of the captains claimed that they would need to pay a ‘premium’ for them to keep the crew’s hands off of them. She was entirely sure that Lukos would not have treated the two of them in such a way. Especially with Skylla being so familiar. Then again, he had sometimes surprised her.
“It is not so surprising,” Skylla said casually, shrugging her shoulders. “Most people will not trust us here,” she continued, keeping her voice low. “Without Lysander, we are… effectively stranded unless we can find a captain to take us back to Greece,” her voice took on a delicate air, her dark eyes filled with concern and slight uncertainty. If they ever found anyone to help them. Another unlikely scenario, but a scenario nevertheless. “There was nothing so entertaining for me besides the usual colds and minor illnesses. A few cuts and scrapes, but hardly enough to line my purse,” the physician commented on her own day, sighing and pushing her food away from her. This entire situation was irritating, infuriating. But she could not lash out in the way that she wanted to.
Her fury over Lysander’s death was glaring and blatant, but she could only imagine how Dora felt about her brother’s death. She had not asked, simply because she wanted Dora to approach her herself. Skylla would not force herself into Callidora’s emotions if that was not what the woman wanted.
Skylla had been fully aware of the tavern owner and some of the other patrons, but she was not going to give them the time of day. She was, however, going to lower her own tone, keeping her gaze on Callidora’s. “I think you’re right,” she hummed lightly, done with her food anyway. So she stood up from the table and pushed her chair back in, waiting for Dora to join her in the same motion. “I think we should find another inn tomorrow,” Skylla commented absently, “If we stay, I’m afraid that we’ll find more trouble than we truly want,” she said calmly. Leading the both of them away from the table and up to the room that they shared with one another, Skylla unlocked the door and motioned her in, closing it behind them and leaning against the wood. She let out a steadying breath and closed her eyes, taking a moment to attempt to ease her mind.
Skylla had to try not to snort into her cup of ale when Callidora admitted that battlefield medicine was one of her favorite topics. She knew that to be absolutely false, and the less playful side of her almost wanted to point that out to her. However, this side of Skylla was one that needed to stay prominent. Sweet, faithful, calculating, but not cold, harsh, or cruel. She liked Callidora too much to subject her to that side of herself. That was something that would be best kept to herself, shielded away from view until they were able to escape Egypt into safer waters. “You’re such a pretty liar,” Skylla hummed into her cup, biting onto the rim to give her a bit of a playfully sweet smile. “I’m sure if you saw any sort of amputation, you would not find yourself hungry for your meal,” Skylla mused.
Then she took another bite of her own food, seeming entirely unphased by the thought of blood, gore, or anything of that sort. Nothing of a gruesome nature truly bothered her. In fact, she found herself rather interested in the macabre. No one else needed to know that, though. Not even sweet, pretty, lovely, delicious Callidora. Skylla had to take another sip of her drink to keep herself from visibly drooling over her lover.
They were, after all, supposed to be avoiding drawing attention to themselves.
“I can tell,” Skylla commented easily on her mind wandering so much since the morning. She’d noticed it even in the early morning glow. When the two of them needed to prepare to leave the inn and go about their days, earning money to try and make it back to Greece. Not many ships would take two greek women with no chaperones, which was entirely frustrating. Many of the captains claimed that they would need to pay a ‘premium’ for them to keep the crew’s hands off of them. She was entirely sure that Lukos would not have treated the two of them in such a way. Especially with Skylla being so familiar. Then again, he had sometimes surprised her.
“It is not so surprising,” Skylla said casually, shrugging her shoulders. “Most people will not trust us here,” she continued, keeping her voice low. “Without Lysander, we are… effectively stranded unless we can find a captain to take us back to Greece,” her voice took on a delicate air, her dark eyes filled with concern and slight uncertainty. If they ever found anyone to help them. Another unlikely scenario, but a scenario nevertheless. “There was nothing so entertaining for me besides the usual colds and minor illnesses. A few cuts and scrapes, but hardly enough to line my purse,” the physician commented on her own day, sighing and pushing her food away from her. This entire situation was irritating, infuriating. But she could not lash out in the way that she wanted to.
Her fury over Lysander’s death was glaring and blatant, but she could only imagine how Dora felt about her brother’s death. She had not asked, simply because she wanted Dora to approach her herself. Skylla would not force herself into Callidora’s emotions if that was not what the woman wanted.
Skylla had been fully aware of the tavern owner and some of the other patrons, but she was not going to give them the time of day. She was, however, going to lower her own tone, keeping her gaze on Callidora’s. “I think you’re right,” she hummed lightly, done with her food anyway. So she stood up from the table and pushed her chair back in, waiting for Dora to join her in the same motion. “I think we should find another inn tomorrow,” Skylla commented absently, “If we stay, I’m afraid that we’ll find more trouble than we truly want,” she said calmly. Leading the both of them away from the table and up to the room that they shared with one another, Skylla unlocked the door and motioned her in, closing it behind them and leaning against the wood. She let out a steadying breath and closed her eyes, taking a moment to attempt to ease her mind.
A delicate golden brow lifted at Skylla’s comment on her potential reaction to battlefield carnage, huffing softly through her nose. “I think you underestimate me, my darling,” Callidora purred, finishing off the last of her ale and setting her glass to the side. “I lived a life at sea for nearly two decades. You think I have not seen my fair share of violence?” Laughing softly, she shook her head. “Our ship was boarded more than once. We learned a couple hard lessons that it was usually better to give in to their demands rather than try to resist them. Demetrius, as wonderful as he was, was not much of a fighter.”
Her late husband had been able to hold a sword, but that had been about the extent of it. As his business grew and they had a couple close calls with pirates, he learned it was well worth the investment to add a few men to his roster that could protect his goods. It had only taken a few months of coaxing, but Dora finally wore him down. The stubbornness of men knew no bounds.
“But you’re right,” the woman relented with a grin. “The sight of gore did not exactly whet my appetite.”
Her grin faded as Skylla continued to speak—it seemed her lover’s day had been no more lucrative than hers. It was beyond frustrating that they should be struggling like this. They were both competent women who were adept in their trades, but the physician was right yet again. No one would trust them, not without a man accompanying them. In truth, Callidora was just as angry as Skylla over the entire situation, even if it simmered a little deeper and was slower to show than her companion. She’d hoped Egyptian society would be a little more lax in their attitude towards women, but apparently one had to be Egyptian to catch any of that slack. The two Grecian women might as well have been flies on their camels’ backs, as far as the city of Cairo was concerned. The flies probably would have garnered more respect.
“Maybe not surprising,” she agreed with a sigh. “But certainly irritating. I don’t how much longer we’ll be able to keep this up unless we can make some friends in high places.”
There were many reasons to be angry over her brother’s death, most of all the fact that he was her only sibling, her only family left in this world. To lose him so soon on the heels of losing her husband was a loss that she wouldn’t easily recoup from. But this… this was not the least of those reasons. To be left stranded and nearly destitute, all because they had lost their male counterpart. Thinking too hard on it left a sour taste in her mouth that nearly made her retch.
Callidora rose as Skylla did, pushing back from the table and leaving her plate behind. She didn’t even glance in the innkeeper’s direction when they passed him, nodding in agreement with her lover’s words. Moving onto a different tavern was a sensible idea, and one she wasn’t about to argue with. She just hoped they could find somewhere to stay that wasn’t too terribly expensive—and somewhere they didn’t need to keep knives under their pillows.
Even if she did that anyway.
Safe inside their room, Dora heaved a shuddering sigh of relief and sank down on the bed. Thin fingers raked through her hair while she took and released another deep breath, trying to remember the names of some of the taverns she and Demetrius had stayed in the past. Unfortunately, most that she could remember were a bit more expensive than they’d able to handle on their limited budget. She’d have to ask around the market for recommendations when she set up shop the next day.
Looking over at Skylla where she remained by the doorway, Callidora forced her face to relax into another smile, beckoning the dark-haired beauty in her direction. Now that they were alone, there was no sense in letting her mind linger on the worries of tomorrow. She’d rather take comfort and solace in her lover’s presence while they had a few hours of peace than continue to mull over problems that couldn’t be solved that night. Life was precious, and one never knew how many more of these moments they’d get to have. She intended to cherish them while she still could.
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A delicate golden brow lifted at Skylla’s comment on her potential reaction to battlefield carnage, huffing softly through her nose. “I think you underestimate me, my darling,” Callidora purred, finishing off the last of her ale and setting her glass to the side. “I lived a life at sea for nearly two decades. You think I have not seen my fair share of violence?” Laughing softly, she shook her head. “Our ship was boarded more than once. We learned a couple hard lessons that it was usually better to give in to their demands rather than try to resist them. Demetrius, as wonderful as he was, was not much of a fighter.”
Her late husband had been able to hold a sword, but that had been about the extent of it. As his business grew and they had a couple close calls with pirates, he learned it was well worth the investment to add a few men to his roster that could protect his goods. It had only taken a few months of coaxing, but Dora finally wore him down. The stubbornness of men knew no bounds.
“But you’re right,” the woman relented with a grin. “The sight of gore did not exactly whet my appetite.”
Her grin faded as Skylla continued to speak—it seemed her lover’s day had been no more lucrative than hers. It was beyond frustrating that they should be struggling like this. They were both competent women who were adept in their trades, but the physician was right yet again. No one would trust them, not without a man accompanying them. In truth, Callidora was just as angry as Skylla over the entire situation, even if it simmered a little deeper and was slower to show than her companion. She’d hoped Egyptian society would be a little more lax in their attitude towards women, but apparently one had to be Egyptian to catch any of that slack. The two Grecian women might as well have been flies on their camels’ backs, as far as the city of Cairo was concerned. The flies probably would have garnered more respect.
“Maybe not surprising,” she agreed with a sigh. “But certainly irritating. I don’t how much longer we’ll be able to keep this up unless we can make some friends in high places.”
There were many reasons to be angry over her brother’s death, most of all the fact that he was her only sibling, her only family left in this world. To lose him so soon on the heels of losing her husband was a loss that she wouldn’t easily recoup from. But this… this was not the least of those reasons. To be left stranded and nearly destitute, all because they had lost their male counterpart. Thinking too hard on it left a sour taste in her mouth that nearly made her retch.
Callidora rose as Skylla did, pushing back from the table and leaving her plate behind. She didn’t even glance in the innkeeper’s direction when they passed him, nodding in agreement with her lover’s words. Moving onto a different tavern was a sensible idea, and one she wasn’t about to argue with. She just hoped they could find somewhere to stay that wasn’t too terribly expensive—and somewhere they didn’t need to keep knives under their pillows.
Even if she did that anyway.
Safe inside their room, Dora heaved a shuddering sigh of relief and sank down on the bed. Thin fingers raked through her hair while she took and released another deep breath, trying to remember the names of some of the taverns she and Demetrius had stayed in the past. Unfortunately, most that she could remember were a bit more expensive than they’d able to handle on their limited budget. She’d have to ask around the market for recommendations when she set up shop the next day.
Looking over at Skylla where she remained by the doorway, Callidora forced her face to relax into another smile, beckoning the dark-haired beauty in her direction. Now that they were alone, there was no sense in letting her mind linger on the worries of tomorrow. She’d rather take comfort and solace in her lover’s presence while they had a few hours of peace than continue to mull over problems that couldn’t be solved that night. Life was precious, and one never knew how many more of these moments they’d get to have. She intended to cherish them while she still could.
A delicate golden brow lifted at Skylla’s comment on her potential reaction to battlefield carnage, huffing softly through her nose. “I think you underestimate me, my darling,” Callidora purred, finishing off the last of her ale and setting her glass to the side. “I lived a life at sea for nearly two decades. You think I have not seen my fair share of violence?” Laughing softly, she shook her head. “Our ship was boarded more than once. We learned a couple hard lessons that it was usually better to give in to their demands rather than try to resist them. Demetrius, as wonderful as he was, was not much of a fighter.”
Her late husband had been able to hold a sword, but that had been about the extent of it. As his business grew and they had a couple close calls with pirates, he learned it was well worth the investment to add a few men to his roster that could protect his goods. It had only taken a few months of coaxing, but Dora finally wore him down. The stubbornness of men knew no bounds.
“But you’re right,” the woman relented with a grin. “The sight of gore did not exactly whet my appetite.”
Her grin faded as Skylla continued to speak—it seemed her lover’s day had been no more lucrative than hers. It was beyond frustrating that they should be struggling like this. They were both competent women who were adept in their trades, but the physician was right yet again. No one would trust them, not without a man accompanying them. In truth, Callidora was just as angry as Skylla over the entire situation, even if it simmered a little deeper and was slower to show than her companion. She’d hoped Egyptian society would be a little more lax in their attitude towards women, but apparently one had to be Egyptian to catch any of that slack. The two Grecian women might as well have been flies on their camels’ backs, as far as the city of Cairo was concerned. The flies probably would have garnered more respect.
“Maybe not surprising,” she agreed with a sigh. “But certainly irritating. I don’t how much longer we’ll be able to keep this up unless we can make some friends in high places.”
There were many reasons to be angry over her brother’s death, most of all the fact that he was her only sibling, her only family left in this world. To lose him so soon on the heels of losing her husband was a loss that she wouldn’t easily recoup from. But this… this was not the least of those reasons. To be left stranded and nearly destitute, all because they had lost their male counterpart. Thinking too hard on it left a sour taste in her mouth that nearly made her retch.
Callidora rose as Skylla did, pushing back from the table and leaving her plate behind. She didn’t even glance in the innkeeper’s direction when they passed him, nodding in agreement with her lover’s words. Moving onto a different tavern was a sensible idea, and one she wasn’t about to argue with. She just hoped they could find somewhere to stay that wasn’t too terribly expensive—and somewhere they didn’t need to keep knives under their pillows.
Even if she did that anyway.
Safe inside their room, Dora heaved a shuddering sigh of relief and sank down on the bed. Thin fingers raked through her hair while she took and released another deep breath, trying to remember the names of some of the taverns she and Demetrius had stayed in the past. Unfortunately, most that she could remember were a bit more expensive than they’d able to handle on their limited budget. She’d have to ask around the market for recommendations when she set up shop the next day.
Looking over at Skylla where she remained by the doorway, Callidora forced her face to relax into another smile, beckoning the dark-haired beauty in her direction. Now that they were alone, there was no sense in letting her mind linger on the worries of tomorrow. She’d rather take comfort and solace in her lover’s presence while they had a few hours of peace than continue to mull over problems that couldn’t be solved that night. Life was precious, and one never knew how many more of these moments they’d get to have. She intended to cherish them while she still could.
Skylla was not a fan of their situation. Not in the slightest. If she hadn't held some affection for Lysander at all, she might have cursed him to Hades for dying on them and stranding them in this hot fucking city. But no, she had a heart, apparently, and she couldn't just wish ill on him in the afterlife and feel good about it. Most people? Sure. Her people? Absolutely not. She had more respect for them than that.
One thing she did not want to do was spend anymore time down in the main room of the tavern. With or without Callidora, she needed out of there before she lost her temper. She didn't like it when people spied on her and she was certainly not going to just sit down and take it without giving someone a tongue lashing. But they needed to remain discreet. There could be no moments of lost tempers here because they were already only hanging on by a thread. To do anything to cause their situation to worsen would only make things that much more difficult in the long run.
How they were going to get out of Cairo, Skylla really didn't know. Especially when neither of them could make enough money to save for the ship ride home. It was something she would have to think more about when Callidora wasn't giving her that look that very clearly told Skylla everything the woman wanted to do right at that moment.
With the door firmly closed behind them, and all thoughts of prying eyes fluttering away on the warm draft in the room, Skylla watched her lover with a darkened gaze. Part of her didn't want to talk anymore and the other part of her knew that they needed to make a plan instead of getting too distracted. Skylla understood Dora's comment, but sweet-talking nobles and kings was not her strong suit. Skylla was not a merchant. She did not have the silver tongue of a salesman. A silver tongue, sure, but not one that was often willing and able to say everything that someone needed to hear.
"Friends in high places is a tall order, Callidora. Unless you have someone in mind, I don't know what you're expecting. We're greek. We can't just walk up to the first noble we see and ask to be friends," she let her frustration show on her features. A very human emotion, and not at all directed toward her. No, all of her frustration was directed toward their situation. The one that Skylla had truly started to detest.
But Callidora seemed intent on distracting Skylla and herself from the worries that continued to drip off of her tongue. The beckoning motion was all that Skylla needed to draw her toward Callidora, reaching for her slowly. Her fingertips grazed the woman's cheeks and she sighed deeply. "I am sorry, Dora," Skylla murmured, "If I hadn't let Lysander out of my sight, maybe he would still be alive. Maybe we could have helped him," she muttered, gritting her teeth a bit. "I'm tired of this city. I want to go home."
To her island. She wanted to find Lukos and beg him to take her back to the place that had once been a prison but now was a symbol of the isolation she had come to enjoy early in life.
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Skylla was not a fan of their situation. Not in the slightest. If she hadn't held some affection for Lysander at all, she might have cursed him to Hades for dying on them and stranding them in this hot fucking city. But no, she had a heart, apparently, and she couldn't just wish ill on him in the afterlife and feel good about it. Most people? Sure. Her people? Absolutely not. She had more respect for them than that.
One thing she did not want to do was spend anymore time down in the main room of the tavern. With or without Callidora, she needed out of there before she lost her temper. She didn't like it when people spied on her and she was certainly not going to just sit down and take it without giving someone a tongue lashing. But they needed to remain discreet. There could be no moments of lost tempers here because they were already only hanging on by a thread. To do anything to cause their situation to worsen would only make things that much more difficult in the long run.
How they were going to get out of Cairo, Skylla really didn't know. Especially when neither of them could make enough money to save for the ship ride home. It was something she would have to think more about when Callidora wasn't giving her that look that very clearly told Skylla everything the woman wanted to do right at that moment.
With the door firmly closed behind them, and all thoughts of prying eyes fluttering away on the warm draft in the room, Skylla watched her lover with a darkened gaze. Part of her didn't want to talk anymore and the other part of her knew that they needed to make a plan instead of getting too distracted. Skylla understood Dora's comment, but sweet-talking nobles and kings was not her strong suit. Skylla was not a merchant. She did not have the silver tongue of a salesman. A silver tongue, sure, but not one that was often willing and able to say everything that someone needed to hear.
"Friends in high places is a tall order, Callidora. Unless you have someone in mind, I don't know what you're expecting. We're greek. We can't just walk up to the first noble we see and ask to be friends," she let her frustration show on her features. A very human emotion, and not at all directed toward her. No, all of her frustration was directed toward their situation. The one that Skylla had truly started to detest.
But Callidora seemed intent on distracting Skylla and herself from the worries that continued to drip off of her tongue. The beckoning motion was all that Skylla needed to draw her toward Callidora, reaching for her slowly. Her fingertips grazed the woman's cheeks and she sighed deeply. "I am sorry, Dora," Skylla murmured, "If I hadn't let Lysander out of my sight, maybe he would still be alive. Maybe we could have helped him," she muttered, gritting her teeth a bit. "I'm tired of this city. I want to go home."
To her island. She wanted to find Lukos and beg him to take her back to the place that had once been a prison but now was a symbol of the isolation she had come to enjoy early in life.
Skylla was not a fan of their situation. Not in the slightest. If she hadn't held some affection for Lysander at all, she might have cursed him to Hades for dying on them and stranding them in this hot fucking city. But no, she had a heart, apparently, and she couldn't just wish ill on him in the afterlife and feel good about it. Most people? Sure. Her people? Absolutely not. She had more respect for them than that.
One thing she did not want to do was spend anymore time down in the main room of the tavern. With or without Callidora, she needed out of there before she lost her temper. She didn't like it when people spied on her and she was certainly not going to just sit down and take it without giving someone a tongue lashing. But they needed to remain discreet. There could be no moments of lost tempers here because they were already only hanging on by a thread. To do anything to cause their situation to worsen would only make things that much more difficult in the long run.
How they were going to get out of Cairo, Skylla really didn't know. Especially when neither of them could make enough money to save for the ship ride home. It was something she would have to think more about when Callidora wasn't giving her that look that very clearly told Skylla everything the woman wanted to do right at that moment.
With the door firmly closed behind them, and all thoughts of prying eyes fluttering away on the warm draft in the room, Skylla watched her lover with a darkened gaze. Part of her didn't want to talk anymore and the other part of her knew that they needed to make a plan instead of getting too distracted. Skylla understood Dora's comment, but sweet-talking nobles and kings was not her strong suit. Skylla was not a merchant. She did not have the silver tongue of a salesman. A silver tongue, sure, but not one that was often willing and able to say everything that someone needed to hear.
"Friends in high places is a tall order, Callidora. Unless you have someone in mind, I don't know what you're expecting. We're greek. We can't just walk up to the first noble we see and ask to be friends," she let her frustration show on her features. A very human emotion, and not at all directed toward her. No, all of her frustration was directed toward their situation. The one that Skylla had truly started to detest.
But Callidora seemed intent on distracting Skylla and herself from the worries that continued to drip off of her tongue. The beckoning motion was all that Skylla needed to draw her toward Callidora, reaching for her slowly. Her fingertips grazed the woman's cheeks and she sighed deeply. "I am sorry, Dora," Skylla murmured, "If I hadn't let Lysander out of my sight, maybe he would still be alive. Maybe we could have helped him," she muttered, gritting her teeth a bit. "I'm tired of this city. I want to go home."
To her island. She wanted to find Lukos and beg him to take her back to the place that had once been a prison but now was a symbol of the isolation she had come to enjoy early in life.
Callidora placed her hand over’s Skylla’s, turning her head to press a kiss to her palm. “You cannot blame yourself for such a tragedy, my darling,” she murmured, her hand slowly travelling up the other woman’s arm. “These thoughts will only lead to madness. The past is the past, and we cannot change it now. The only thing we can change is our future.”
The hand stroking up Skylla’s arm stopped at her shoulder with a gentle caress, slowly pushing at the fabric of her kalasiris. The golden-haired woman rose to her feet, her free arm wrapping around her lover’s waist to pull her in more firmly against her. A sweet kiss was pressed to her lips, the hand at her shoulder winding into Skylla’s hair with a soft sigh. “I know the odds are stacked against us. I know that we have many… trials we will face.” Dora rested her forehead against Skylla’s, letting her body mold to her lover’s. “But I also know that we are strong. And there is nothing we can’t face together.”
Punctuating her words with another kiss, she let this one linger while her hand tightened in Skylla’s midnight locks. A sly tongue probed along the opening of her mouth, her unoccupied hand once more reaching for the ties that held the other woman’s clothing in place. “It will work out in the end, you and I both know it will,” Dora assured the beautiful creature beneath her hands. “It will not be easy, but we’ve been through so much already. This will not defeat us.”
She hoped her confidence was not in vain, even if it was more of a projection for her companion’s benefit than it was anything else. Callidora knew well how truly desperate they were. Without enough income to keep them above water and without a means of leaving the city, their options were very limited. At this rate, it wouldn’t be long before they’d have to turn to more… questionable methods to ensure they could keep pillows beneath their heads and food in their stomachs. These were the thoughts that kept her awake at night, and the ones that occupied most of her waking consciousness as well. But one of them had to keep faith if they had any hope of rising above it all. Even if it was a false faith rooted in bleak hopelessness, Dora could not share her doubts with Skylla. They were lost if both of them gave in.
“I want to go home too, trust me,” she continued in a whisper, the fingers in Skylla’s hair drifting toward her neck while her other hand was still busy with figuring the easiest way to get her out of her clothes. “But in the meantime, home is where you are.”
Callidora’s lips followed the trail of her fingers, stopping in the crook of her neck and shoulder so she could speak again. “Let us save our worries for the morning. There will be plenty of time for anger and panic later.” Kissing her way back to Skylla’s mouth, she let the contact linger for several long moments. “Lay with me instead,” she pled in another whisper.
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Callidora placed her hand over’s Skylla’s, turning her head to press a kiss to her palm. “You cannot blame yourself for such a tragedy, my darling,” she murmured, her hand slowly travelling up the other woman’s arm. “These thoughts will only lead to madness. The past is the past, and we cannot change it now. The only thing we can change is our future.”
The hand stroking up Skylla’s arm stopped at her shoulder with a gentle caress, slowly pushing at the fabric of her kalasiris. The golden-haired woman rose to her feet, her free arm wrapping around her lover’s waist to pull her in more firmly against her. A sweet kiss was pressed to her lips, the hand at her shoulder winding into Skylla’s hair with a soft sigh. “I know the odds are stacked against us. I know that we have many… trials we will face.” Dora rested her forehead against Skylla’s, letting her body mold to her lover’s. “But I also know that we are strong. And there is nothing we can’t face together.”
Punctuating her words with another kiss, she let this one linger while her hand tightened in Skylla’s midnight locks. A sly tongue probed along the opening of her mouth, her unoccupied hand once more reaching for the ties that held the other woman’s clothing in place. “It will work out in the end, you and I both know it will,” Dora assured the beautiful creature beneath her hands. “It will not be easy, but we’ve been through so much already. This will not defeat us.”
She hoped her confidence was not in vain, even if it was more of a projection for her companion’s benefit than it was anything else. Callidora knew well how truly desperate they were. Without enough income to keep them above water and without a means of leaving the city, their options were very limited. At this rate, it wouldn’t be long before they’d have to turn to more… questionable methods to ensure they could keep pillows beneath their heads and food in their stomachs. These were the thoughts that kept her awake at night, and the ones that occupied most of her waking consciousness as well. But one of them had to keep faith if they had any hope of rising above it all. Even if it was a false faith rooted in bleak hopelessness, Dora could not share her doubts with Skylla. They were lost if both of them gave in.
“I want to go home too, trust me,” she continued in a whisper, the fingers in Skylla’s hair drifting toward her neck while her other hand was still busy with figuring the easiest way to get her out of her clothes. “But in the meantime, home is where you are.”
Callidora’s lips followed the trail of her fingers, stopping in the crook of her neck and shoulder so she could speak again. “Let us save our worries for the morning. There will be plenty of time for anger and panic later.” Kissing her way back to Skylla’s mouth, she let the contact linger for several long moments. “Lay with me instead,” she pled in another whisper.
Callidora placed her hand over’s Skylla’s, turning her head to press a kiss to her palm. “You cannot blame yourself for such a tragedy, my darling,” she murmured, her hand slowly travelling up the other woman’s arm. “These thoughts will only lead to madness. The past is the past, and we cannot change it now. The only thing we can change is our future.”
The hand stroking up Skylla’s arm stopped at her shoulder with a gentle caress, slowly pushing at the fabric of her kalasiris. The golden-haired woman rose to her feet, her free arm wrapping around her lover’s waist to pull her in more firmly against her. A sweet kiss was pressed to her lips, the hand at her shoulder winding into Skylla’s hair with a soft sigh. “I know the odds are stacked against us. I know that we have many… trials we will face.” Dora rested her forehead against Skylla’s, letting her body mold to her lover’s. “But I also know that we are strong. And there is nothing we can’t face together.”
Punctuating her words with another kiss, she let this one linger while her hand tightened in Skylla’s midnight locks. A sly tongue probed along the opening of her mouth, her unoccupied hand once more reaching for the ties that held the other woman’s clothing in place. “It will work out in the end, you and I both know it will,” Dora assured the beautiful creature beneath her hands. “It will not be easy, but we’ve been through so much already. This will not defeat us.”
She hoped her confidence was not in vain, even if it was more of a projection for her companion’s benefit than it was anything else. Callidora knew well how truly desperate they were. Without enough income to keep them above water and without a means of leaving the city, their options were very limited. At this rate, it wouldn’t be long before they’d have to turn to more… questionable methods to ensure they could keep pillows beneath their heads and food in their stomachs. These were the thoughts that kept her awake at night, and the ones that occupied most of her waking consciousness as well. But one of them had to keep faith if they had any hope of rising above it all. Even if it was a false faith rooted in bleak hopelessness, Dora could not share her doubts with Skylla. They were lost if both of them gave in.
“I want to go home too, trust me,” she continued in a whisper, the fingers in Skylla’s hair drifting toward her neck while her other hand was still busy with figuring the easiest way to get her out of her clothes. “But in the meantime, home is where you are.”
Callidora’s lips followed the trail of her fingers, stopping in the crook of her neck and shoulder so she could speak again. “Let us save our worries for the morning. There will be plenty of time for anger and panic later.” Kissing her way back to Skylla’s mouth, she let the contact linger for several long moments. “Lay with me instead,” she pled in another whisper.
Skylla was used to touches such as these, but she wasn't used to so much talking. If she were pretending to be a worse person, she would honestly just try and shut Callidora up right off. Usually, Skylla didn't care for talking with her women. Women were attractive, but Skylla usually only wanted one thing from them. The difference was that Skylla actually liked Callidora. There was mutual respect there that she couldn't shake and that she wouldn't. So the words falling off of Callidora's lips were not ignored, but instead listened to. Faithfully.
With the added distraction of lips and hands that were slowly tearing Skylla away from her almost pitiful thoughts. Were she with anyone else, she would have been angry about such things being said to her. But this was a woman she liked. Loved, even. Had there been enough time to foster feelings such as these? Skylla would assert no, there wasn't, but then... here she was. Dora's hands were in her hair and her tongue probing Skylla's lips.
Suddenly, Skylla had no intention at all of sleeping or talking. The tavern owner downstairs was entirely forgotten in favor for the promise of pleasures that Dora's body always brought her. Honestly, Skylla had absolutely nothing to say to anything that Callidora asserted. Her mind had long drifted away from the promise of a long, drawn out conversation that Skylla didn't actually want to have. This was a much better alternative.
The physician's lips parted slowly at first, and then with a little more fervor, Skylla's hands drifting slowly up Callidora's sides and along the fabric of her kalasirirs. A low hum escaped Skylla and she tipped her head a little when Dora trailed her fingers against her neck, clearly looking for a way to get Skylla naked. It wouldn't take long, Skylla knew. Once they started, they often couldn't help themselves. Now, the only thing that Skylla could think about was the memory of Callidora's taste. Something she deeply wanted to reacquaint herself with whenever possible. If something were to tear them apart, Skylla would probably miss getting to settle between the woman's legs and the way Dora often arched to show off supple, perfect breasts.
Maybe her personality, too.
Who knew.
Skylla didn't really care at that moment.
The second kiss to her mouth was met with more force, but it was brief. There was a sharp desperation there. Breaking the kiss sharply, Skylla's hands sharply turned the woman away from her so that her back was against Skylla's chest. Thankful that they were the same height, Skylla dipped slow kisses down against Callidora's shoulder, her fingers working slowly at the ties of Dora's dress instead of her own. "You don't have to ask me twice, Dora," Skylla whispered against Dora's bared shoulder. Leaving a gentle nip against the woman's skin, Skylla let her tongue trail against the soft stinging flesh before leaning more into her neck and biting her again.
"But both of us are wearing far too many layers..." Skylla purred, reaching one of her hands forward to bunch up the front of Callidora's dress enough to press deft, experienced fingers between Callidora's legs. "I swear to the gods, you know exactly how to distract me, Callidora. I don't know if that is a good thing or a horrible thing... but lets not find out." Skylla pressed a slow kiss to Dora's ear. "Tell me what you want."
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Skylla was used to touches such as these, but she wasn't used to so much talking. If she were pretending to be a worse person, she would honestly just try and shut Callidora up right off. Usually, Skylla didn't care for talking with her women. Women were attractive, but Skylla usually only wanted one thing from them. The difference was that Skylla actually liked Callidora. There was mutual respect there that she couldn't shake and that she wouldn't. So the words falling off of Callidora's lips were not ignored, but instead listened to. Faithfully.
With the added distraction of lips and hands that were slowly tearing Skylla away from her almost pitiful thoughts. Were she with anyone else, she would have been angry about such things being said to her. But this was a woman she liked. Loved, even. Had there been enough time to foster feelings such as these? Skylla would assert no, there wasn't, but then... here she was. Dora's hands were in her hair and her tongue probing Skylla's lips.
Suddenly, Skylla had no intention at all of sleeping or talking. The tavern owner downstairs was entirely forgotten in favor for the promise of pleasures that Dora's body always brought her. Honestly, Skylla had absolutely nothing to say to anything that Callidora asserted. Her mind had long drifted away from the promise of a long, drawn out conversation that Skylla didn't actually want to have. This was a much better alternative.
The physician's lips parted slowly at first, and then with a little more fervor, Skylla's hands drifting slowly up Callidora's sides and along the fabric of her kalasirirs. A low hum escaped Skylla and she tipped her head a little when Dora trailed her fingers against her neck, clearly looking for a way to get Skylla naked. It wouldn't take long, Skylla knew. Once they started, they often couldn't help themselves. Now, the only thing that Skylla could think about was the memory of Callidora's taste. Something she deeply wanted to reacquaint herself with whenever possible. If something were to tear them apart, Skylla would probably miss getting to settle between the woman's legs and the way Dora often arched to show off supple, perfect breasts.
Maybe her personality, too.
Who knew.
Skylla didn't really care at that moment.
The second kiss to her mouth was met with more force, but it was brief. There was a sharp desperation there. Breaking the kiss sharply, Skylla's hands sharply turned the woman away from her so that her back was against Skylla's chest. Thankful that they were the same height, Skylla dipped slow kisses down against Callidora's shoulder, her fingers working slowly at the ties of Dora's dress instead of her own. "You don't have to ask me twice, Dora," Skylla whispered against Dora's bared shoulder. Leaving a gentle nip against the woman's skin, Skylla let her tongue trail against the soft stinging flesh before leaning more into her neck and biting her again.
"But both of us are wearing far too many layers..." Skylla purred, reaching one of her hands forward to bunch up the front of Callidora's dress enough to press deft, experienced fingers between Callidora's legs. "I swear to the gods, you know exactly how to distract me, Callidora. I don't know if that is a good thing or a horrible thing... but lets not find out." Skylla pressed a slow kiss to Dora's ear. "Tell me what you want."
Skylla was used to touches such as these, but she wasn't used to so much talking. If she were pretending to be a worse person, she would honestly just try and shut Callidora up right off. Usually, Skylla didn't care for talking with her women. Women were attractive, but Skylla usually only wanted one thing from them. The difference was that Skylla actually liked Callidora. There was mutual respect there that she couldn't shake and that she wouldn't. So the words falling off of Callidora's lips were not ignored, but instead listened to. Faithfully.
With the added distraction of lips and hands that were slowly tearing Skylla away from her almost pitiful thoughts. Were she with anyone else, she would have been angry about such things being said to her. But this was a woman she liked. Loved, even. Had there been enough time to foster feelings such as these? Skylla would assert no, there wasn't, but then... here she was. Dora's hands were in her hair and her tongue probing Skylla's lips.
Suddenly, Skylla had no intention at all of sleeping or talking. The tavern owner downstairs was entirely forgotten in favor for the promise of pleasures that Dora's body always brought her. Honestly, Skylla had absolutely nothing to say to anything that Callidora asserted. Her mind had long drifted away from the promise of a long, drawn out conversation that Skylla didn't actually want to have. This was a much better alternative.
The physician's lips parted slowly at first, and then with a little more fervor, Skylla's hands drifting slowly up Callidora's sides and along the fabric of her kalasirirs. A low hum escaped Skylla and she tipped her head a little when Dora trailed her fingers against her neck, clearly looking for a way to get Skylla naked. It wouldn't take long, Skylla knew. Once they started, they often couldn't help themselves. Now, the only thing that Skylla could think about was the memory of Callidora's taste. Something she deeply wanted to reacquaint herself with whenever possible. If something were to tear them apart, Skylla would probably miss getting to settle between the woman's legs and the way Dora often arched to show off supple, perfect breasts.
Maybe her personality, too.
Who knew.
Skylla didn't really care at that moment.
The second kiss to her mouth was met with more force, but it was brief. There was a sharp desperation there. Breaking the kiss sharply, Skylla's hands sharply turned the woman away from her so that her back was against Skylla's chest. Thankful that they were the same height, Skylla dipped slow kisses down against Callidora's shoulder, her fingers working slowly at the ties of Dora's dress instead of her own. "You don't have to ask me twice, Dora," Skylla whispered against Dora's bared shoulder. Leaving a gentle nip against the woman's skin, Skylla let her tongue trail against the soft stinging flesh before leaning more into her neck and biting her again.
"But both of us are wearing far too many layers..." Skylla purred, reaching one of her hands forward to bunch up the front of Callidora's dress enough to press deft, experienced fingers between Callidora's legs. "I swear to the gods, you know exactly how to distract me, Callidora. I don't know if that is a good thing or a horrible thing... but lets not find out." Skylla pressed a slow kiss to Dora's ear. "Tell me what you want."
A smile was hidden against Skylla’s neck when the woman started responding more earnestly to her advances, slowly working off her kalasiris with sure fingers. She was right; Callidora did know exactly how to distract her, and it was knowledge she abused shamelessly. The merchant knew the exact spots to caress, where to kiss, lick, or bite… it didn’t take long for her head to fill with exactly those locations, the tip of her tongue slowly travelling up the graceful curve of Skylla’s neck.
In perfect response, she felt a hand pressed between her legs, fingertips probing for slick velvet in a way that would soon have her gasping for more. Her knees parted in eager invitation, the heated wetness there betraying her eagerness in no uncertain terms. The time for worry and fear was past; neither had any place in this room while lust and desire roared to the forefront. Dora knew of a few ways to keep those nagging doubts silent, at least for a time. If she had her way… hours.
Tell me what you want.
Those five uttered words sent goosebumps racing up her spine, moaning softly at the promise alone. She pressed further into Skylla’s hand, her thumb brushing her lover’s nipple through the thin cloth of her kalasiris that had not quite found its way to the floor yet.
“You,” she whispered simply, turning her head to meet Skylla’s lips in a protracted kiss while her free hand reached to tangle itself in the other woman’s hair. “Just you.”
No hesitation remained as Dora practically ripped the dress from her lover’s body, letting the linen flutter and fall to the floor in a quickly forgotten waterfall of airy fabric. The thumb that had been toying with her nipple moments before rejoined her hand in cupping a beautifully sculpted breast, gently kneading the flesh between her fingers while her mouth travelled across a finely wrought jaw. Down her neck and across her chest, lips and tongue wove a well-orchestrated dance of heated desire until it stopped at her other breast—tongue slowly circling the untouched nipple with a worshipful sigh.
Skylla’s body was like a temple, one that Dora would happily worship every day if she could. It was a masterpiece deserving of the reverent touches of hand and mouth the merchant lavished upon her, pulling the quickly hardening peak into her mouth and sucking deeply with a groan. Making love to her was nearly an act of prayer in itself, a prayer that she longed to repeat night after night until the very skies themselves crumbled and melded with the earth.
She had not thought to give away her heart so soon after her husband’s death; in fact, she had not thought she would surrender it ever again. But the beautiful physician had arrested her so thoroughly with her mysterious and seductive allure that Callidora was left floundering helplessly in the wake. Any thoughts of resisting the siren’s call of those dips and curves were quickly given up when the other made her advances, and here they were, months later, stranded in Cairo with none but the other to lean on.
At least they had that much.
Dora was not subtle in her nudges toward the bed, her free hand gently pushing Skylla in that direction while caressing down over her ribs and hip. She wanted her lover prone and gasping, spread in front of her while she lost herself in the valley between her legs. No thoughts were spared for anything beyond this room, beyond that bed.
A fateful mistake. But one that would be so thoroughly enjoyed until the cruel whims of said fate caught up to them.
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A smile was hidden against Skylla’s neck when the woman started responding more earnestly to her advances, slowly working off her kalasiris with sure fingers. She was right; Callidora did know exactly how to distract her, and it was knowledge she abused shamelessly. The merchant knew the exact spots to caress, where to kiss, lick, or bite… it didn’t take long for her head to fill with exactly those locations, the tip of her tongue slowly travelling up the graceful curve of Skylla’s neck.
In perfect response, she felt a hand pressed between her legs, fingertips probing for slick velvet in a way that would soon have her gasping for more. Her knees parted in eager invitation, the heated wetness there betraying her eagerness in no uncertain terms. The time for worry and fear was past; neither had any place in this room while lust and desire roared to the forefront. Dora knew of a few ways to keep those nagging doubts silent, at least for a time. If she had her way… hours.
Tell me what you want.
Those five uttered words sent goosebumps racing up her spine, moaning softly at the promise alone. She pressed further into Skylla’s hand, her thumb brushing her lover’s nipple through the thin cloth of her kalasiris that had not quite found its way to the floor yet.
“You,” she whispered simply, turning her head to meet Skylla’s lips in a protracted kiss while her free hand reached to tangle itself in the other woman’s hair. “Just you.”
No hesitation remained as Dora practically ripped the dress from her lover’s body, letting the linen flutter and fall to the floor in a quickly forgotten waterfall of airy fabric. The thumb that had been toying with her nipple moments before rejoined her hand in cupping a beautifully sculpted breast, gently kneading the flesh between her fingers while her mouth travelled across a finely wrought jaw. Down her neck and across her chest, lips and tongue wove a well-orchestrated dance of heated desire until it stopped at her other breast—tongue slowly circling the untouched nipple with a worshipful sigh.
Skylla’s body was like a temple, one that Dora would happily worship every day if she could. It was a masterpiece deserving of the reverent touches of hand and mouth the merchant lavished upon her, pulling the quickly hardening peak into her mouth and sucking deeply with a groan. Making love to her was nearly an act of prayer in itself, a prayer that she longed to repeat night after night until the very skies themselves crumbled and melded with the earth.
She had not thought to give away her heart so soon after her husband’s death; in fact, she had not thought she would surrender it ever again. But the beautiful physician had arrested her so thoroughly with her mysterious and seductive allure that Callidora was left floundering helplessly in the wake. Any thoughts of resisting the siren’s call of those dips and curves were quickly given up when the other made her advances, and here they were, months later, stranded in Cairo with none but the other to lean on.
At least they had that much.
Dora was not subtle in her nudges toward the bed, her free hand gently pushing Skylla in that direction while caressing down over her ribs and hip. She wanted her lover prone and gasping, spread in front of her while she lost herself in the valley between her legs. No thoughts were spared for anything beyond this room, beyond that bed.
A fateful mistake. But one that would be so thoroughly enjoyed until the cruel whims of said fate caught up to them.
A smile was hidden against Skylla’s neck when the woman started responding more earnestly to her advances, slowly working off her kalasiris with sure fingers. She was right; Callidora did know exactly how to distract her, and it was knowledge she abused shamelessly. The merchant knew the exact spots to caress, where to kiss, lick, or bite… it didn’t take long for her head to fill with exactly those locations, the tip of her tongue slowly travelling up the graceful curve of Skylla’s neck.
In perfect response, she felt a hand pressed between her legs, fingertips probing for slick velvet in a way that would soon have her gasping for more. Her knees parted in eager invitation, the heated wetness there betraying her eagerness in no uncertain terms. The time for worry and fear was past; neither had any place in this room while lust and desire roared to the forefront. Dora knew of a few ways to keep those nagging doubts silent, at least for a time. If she had her way… hours.
Tell me what you want.
Those five uttered words sent goosebumps racing up her spine, moaning softly at the promise alone. She pressed further into Skylla’s hand, her thumb brushing her lover’s nipple through the thin cloth of her kalasiris that had not quite found its way to the floor yet.
“You,” she whispered simply, turning her head to meet Skylla’s lips in a protracted kiss while her free hand reached to tangle itself in the other woman’s hair. “Just you.”
No hesitation remained as Dora practically ripped the dress from her lover’s body, letting the linen flutter and fall to the floor in a quickly forgotten waterfall of airy fabric. The thumb that had been toying with her nipple moments before rejoined her hand in cupping a beautifully sculpted breast, gently kneading the flesh between her fingers while her mouth travelled across a finely wrought jaw. Down her neck and across her chest, lips and tongue wove a well-orchestrated dance of heated desire until it stopped at her other breast—tongue slowly circling the untouched nipple with a worshipful sigh.
Skylla’s body was like a temple, one that Dora would happily worship every day if she could. It was a masterpiece deserving of the reverent touches of hand and mouth the merchant lavished upon her, pulling the quickly hardening peak into her mouth and sucking deeply with a groan. Making love to her was nearly an act of prayer in itself, a prayer that she longed to repeat night after night until the very skies themselves crumbled and melded with the earth.
She had not thought to give away her heart so soon after her husband’s death; in fact, she had not thought she would surrender it ever again. But the beautiful physician had arrested her so thoroughly with her mysterious and seductive allure that Callidora was left floundering helplessly in the wake. Any thoughts of resisting the siren’s call of those dips and curves were quickly given up when the other made her advances, and here they were, months later, stranded in Cairo with none but the other to lean on.
At least they had that much.
Dora was not subtle in her nudges toward the bed, her free hand gently pushing Skylla in that direction while caressing down over her ribs and hip. She wanted her lover prone and gasping, spread in front of her while she lost herself in the valley between her legs. No thoughts were spared for anything beyond this room, beyond that bed.
A fateful mistake. But one that would be so thoroughly enjoyed until the cruel whims of said fate caught up to them.
If there was one thing that Skylla could not resist, it was the seductive way that her lover always spoke in moments like this. Callidora's staring minutes before down in the tavern part of the inn had only been a hint of what was to come. It was hard to reject the woman, and Skylla was far too selfish to do so anyway. She liked how Callidora's body felt against her own. How her lips felt on her skin. Admittedly, she'd been wanting this too, but her own sense of self preservation and need to protect what was hers had won out downstairs.
It was only because they had escaped the watchful eye of the tavern owner that Skylla had relaxed. Though, there was still that inkling in the back of her mind that told her this might not be the best idea. He had seemed particularly watchful of the two that night, and had Skylla kept more of her own faculties about her, maybe she would have made better decisions. Not that she was going to change now.
With her dark gaze trailing the form of her blonde lover, Skylla found her fingers winding their way into Dora's hair, the other woman's lips sending a thrill of arousal down her spine. Especially with the circling of her nipple with her tongue. Skylla silently wished for a bit of teeth, but she was still unsure whether those types of requests would scare Dora off or not. The few times she had pleaded for a bit of roughness had been met with a willingness to do what Skylla had asked of her, but Skylla also wasn't going to push her luck. Especially if doing so meant that she wouldn't get to have Dora in every way she was already imagining that night.
Letting Dora press her slowly back toward their shared bed, Skylla let herself chuckle warmly, reaching for one of Dora's hands as they moved backward together. Bringing the woman's hand up to her lips, she kissed her knuckles, her dark eyes watching her with a sweet, enticing smile on her features. "You need only ask," Skylla murmured finally, though the statements from her lover had been so far away. So far forgotten now that the two of them were getting physical.
Skylla carefully shifted herself up onto the bed, pulling Dora with her as her back hit the mattress. With the greek woman closer, Skylla leaned up to meet her lips, her own hands now taking a few moments to caress soft skin, including the gentle expanse of Callidora's abdomen. Teasingly, her fingers drifted closer to the heat between Dora's legs, Skylla's own mind wondering if her lover would let her get that far or if she would take complete control of the situation as she usually did.
That was what Skylla was looking for. A telling of what was to come or whether is would be Skylla herself who was in control of her bodies tonight. By the way that Dora had been watching the physician earlier, Skylla highly doubted she would get to do much but writhe under the mercy of the other woman.
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If there was one thing that Skylla could not resist, it was the seductive way that her lover always spoke in moments like this. Callidora's staring minutes before down in the tavern part of the inn had only been a hint of what was to come. It was hard to reject the woman, and Skylla was far too selfish to do so anyway. She liked how Callidora's body felt against her own. How her lips felt on her skin. Admittedly, she'd been wanting this too, but her own sense of self preservation and need to protect what was hers had won out downstairs.
It was only because they had escaped the watchful eye of the tavern owner that Skylla had relaxed. Though, there was still that inkling in the back of her mind that told her this might not be the best idea. He had seemed particularly watchful of the two that night, and had Skylla kept more of her own faculties about her, maybe she would have made better decisions. Not that she was going to change now.
With her dark gaze trailing the form of her blonde lover, Skylla found her fingers winding their way into Dora's hair, the other woman's lips sending a thrill of arousal down her spine. Especially with the circling of her nipple with her tongue. Skylla silently wished for a bit of teeth, but she was still unsure whether those types of requests would scare Dora off or not. The few times she had pleaded for a bit of roughness had been met with a willingness to do what Skylla had asked of her, but Skylla also wasn't going to push her luck. Especially if doing so meant that she wouldn't get to have Dora in every way she was already imagining that night.
Letting Dora press her slowly back toward their shared bed, Skylla let herself chuckle warmly, reaching for one of Dora's hands as they moved backward together. Bringing the woman's hand up to her lips, she kissed her knuckles, her dark eyes watching her with a sweet, enticing smile on her features. "You need only ask," Skylla murmured finally, though the statements from her lover had been so far away. So far forgotten now that the two of them were getting physical.
Skylla carefully shifted herself up onto the bed, pulling Dora with her as her back hit the mattress. With the greek woman closer, Skylla leaned up to meet her lips, her own hands now taking a few moments to caress soft skin, including the gentle expanse of Callidora's abdomen. Teasingly, her fingers drifted closer to the heat between Dora's legs, Skylla's own mind wondering if her lover would let her get that far or if she would take complete control of the situation as she usually did.
That was what Skylla was looking for. A telling of what was to come or whether is would be Skylla herself who was in control of her bodies tonight. By the way that Dora had been watching the physician earlier, Skylla highly doubted she would get to do much but writhe under the mercy of the other woman.
If there was one thing that Skylla could not resist, it was the seductive way that her lover always spoke in moments like this. Callidora's staring minutes before down in the tavern part of the inn had only been a hint of what was to come. It was hard to reject the woman, and Skylla was far too selfish to do so anyway. She liked how Callidora's body felt against her own. How her lips felt on her skin. Admittedly, she'd been wanting this too, but her own sense of self preservation and need to protect what was hers had won out downstairs.
It was only because they had escaped the watchful eye of the tavern owner that Skylla had relaxed. Though, there was still that inkling in the back of her mind that told her this might not be the best idea. He had seemed particularly watchful of the two that night, and had Skylla kept more of her own faculties about her, maybe she would have made better decisions. Not that she was going to change now.
With her dark gaze trailing the form of her blonde lover, Skylla found her fingers winding their way into Dora's hair, the other woman's lips sending a thrill of arousal down her spine. Especially with the circling of her nipple with her tongue. Skylla silently wished for a bit of teeth, but she was still unsure whether those types of requests would scare Dora off or not. The few times she had pleaded for a bit of roughness had been met with a willingness to do what Skylla had asked of her, but Skylla also wasn't going to push her luck. Especially if doing so meant that she wouldn't get to have Dora in every way she was already imagining that night.
Letting Dora press her slowly back toward their shared bed, Skylla let herself chuckle warmly, reaching for one of Dora's hands as they moved backward together. Bringing the woman's hand up to her lips, she kissed her knuckles, her dark eyes watching her with a sweet, enticing smile on her features. "You need only ask," Skylla murmured finally, though the statements from her lover had been so far away. So far forgotten now that the two of them were getting physical.
Skylla carefully shifted herself up onto the bed, pulling Dora with her as her back hit the mattress. With the greek woman closer, Skylla leaned up to meet her lips, her own hands now taking a few moments to caress soft skin, including the gentle expanse of Callidora's abdomen. Teasingly, her fingers drifted closer to the heat between Dora's legs, Skylla's own mind wondering if her lover would let her get that far or if she would take complete control of the situation as she usually did.
That was what Skylla was looking for. A telling of what was to come or whether is would be Skylla herself who was in control of her bodies tonight. By the way that Dora had been watching the physician earlier, Skylla highly doubted she would get to do much but writhe under the mercy of the other woman.
The latter would soon prove to be correct, Dora divesting her lover of the rest of her clothing with deft hands. A slow smirk lit up the merchant’s face, one hand slowly stroking down Skylla’s face and neck. She’d been longing for this moment all day, pining after it, and now that she had the physician prone beneath her, she meant to savor it.
Skylla pinned beneath to the bed by the weight of her body, Dora caught her lips up in hers, slowly at first as she took her time. Tongue flicking between her lips to taste what they concealed, a soft rumble of pleasure vibrated the back of her throat. Her lover’s mouth was like the sweetest nectar, delicious and enticing, addictive in a way that she could scarcely comprehend. Was it the forbidden fruit that she craved so ardently? Was it the shared months at sea? Or was it the simple lonely desperation of being stranded in a foreign land together? Whatever it was, Callidora was helpless to it, a slave to the healer’s seductive allure.
Her mouth carefully carving a path down her throat, the merchant’s lips worshipped the delicate curve there as fervently as they had her breasts. One hand full of said prize, she gently kneaded the flesh she held, while the other slipped between Skylla’s legs. Slowly and deliberately, she parted the woman’s thighs, pulling back to catch her gaze. Her earlier smirk returning and deepening, her thumb sought the pearl hidden amongst velvet folds.
Observing her lover’s reactions with delight, two fingers curled inside her, gently yet surely caressing the walls within. Watching Skylla’s face for a moment longer, Dora soon dipped her head to start kissing down her chest, pacing an unhurried trail down the other woman’s body. She lingered at a few strategic stops along the way, her fingers never ceasing in their ministrations down below. Sliding down the bed, she hovered just above her target, eyes flicking mischievously back up Skylla’s body to briefly catch her gaze.
Dora didn’t wait much longer before her tongue curled from her lips to taste her, her hand withdrawing as both instead curled around the tops of Skylla’s thighs. Gently teasing the little bud beneath her tongue, she smiled before her mouth started moving in earnest, groaning her own pleasure as she indulged so thoroughly in Skylla’s.
So absorbed in her task and entranced by her lover’s body, Callidora didn’t even notice when footsteps stopped just outside their door, the sounds of mingled lust drifting to fill prying ears…
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The latter would soon prove to be correct, Dora divesting her lover of the rest of her clothing with deft hands. A slow smirk lit up the merchant’s face, one hand slowly stroking down Skylla’s face and neck. She’d been longing for this moment all day, pining after it, and now that she had the physician prone beneath her, she meant to savor it.
Skylla pinned beneath to the bed by the weight of her body, Dora caught her lips up in hers, slowly at first as she took her time. Tongue flicking between her lips to taste what they concealed, a soft rumble of pleasure vibrated the back of her throat. Her lover’s mouth was like the sweetest nectar, delicious and enticing, addictive in a way that she could scarcely comprehend. Was it the forbidden fruit that she craved so ardently? Was it the shared months at sea? Or was it the simple lonely desperation of being stranded in a foreign land together? Whatever it was, Callidora was helpless to it, a slave to the healer’s seductive allure.
Her mouth carefully carving a path down her throat, the merchant’s lips worshipped the delicate curve there as fervently as they had her breasts. One hand full of said prize, she gently kneaded the flesh she held, while the other slipped between Skylla’s legs. Slowly and deliberately, she parted the woman’s thighs, pulling back to catch her gaze. Her earlier smirk returning and deepening, her thumb sought the pearl hidden amongst velvet folds.
Observing her lover’s reactions with delight, two fingers curled inside her, gently yet surely caressing the walls within. Watching Skylla’s face for a moment longer, Dora soon dipped her head to start kissing down her chest, pacing an unhurried trail down the other woman’s body. She lingered at a few strategic stops along the way, her fingers never ceasing in their ministrations down below. Sliding down the bed, she hovered just above her target, eyes flicking mischievously back up Skylla’s body to briefly catch her gaze.
Dora didn’t wait much longer before her tongue curled from her lips to taste her, her hand withdrawing as both instead curled around the tops of Skylla’s thighs. Gently teasing the little bud beneath her tongue, she smiled before her mouth started moving in earnest, groaning her own pleasure as she indulged so thoroughly in Skylla’s.
So absorbed in her task and entranced by her lover’s body, Callidora didn’t even notice when footsteps stopped just outside their door, the sounds of mingled lust drifting to fill prying ears…
The latter would soon prove to be correct, Dora divesting her lover of the rest of her clothing with deft hands. A slow smirk lit up the merchant’s face, one hand slowly stroking down Skylla’s face and neck. She’d been longing for this moment all day, pining after it, and now that she had the physician prone beneath her, she meant to savor it.
Skylla pinned beneath to the bed by the weight of her body, Dora caught her lips up in hers, slowly at first as she took her time. Tongue flicking between her lips to taste what they concealed, a soft rumble of pleasure vibrated the back of her throat. Her lover’s mouth was like the sweetest nectar, delicious and enticing, addictive in a way that she could scarcely comprehend. Was it the forbidden fruit that she craved so ardently? Was it the shared months at sea? Or was it the simple lonely desperation of being stranded in a foreign land together? Whatever it was, Callidora was helpless to it, a slave to the healer’s seductive allure.
Her mouth carefully carving a path down her throat, the merchant’s lips worshipped the delicate curve there as fervently as they had her breasts. One hand full of said prize, she gently kneaded the flesh she held, while the other slipped between Skylla’s legs. Slowly and deliberately, she parted the woman’s thighs, pulling back to catch her gaze. Her earlier smirk returning and deepening, her thumb sought the pearl hidden amongst velvet folds.
Observing her lover’s reactions with delight, two fingers curled inside her, gently yet surely caressing the walls within. Watching Skylla’s face for a moment longer, Dora soon dipped her head to start kissing down her chest, pacing an unhurried trail down the other woman’s body. She lingered at a few strategic stops along the way, her fingers never ceasing in their ministrations down below. Sliding down the bed, she hovered just above her target, eyes flicking mischievously back up Skylla’s body to briefly catch her gaze.
Dora didn’t wait much longer before her tongue curled from her lips to taste her, her hand withdrawing as both instead curled around the tops of Skylla’s thighs. Gently teasing the little bud beneath her tongue, she smiled before her mouth started moving in earnest, groaning her own pleasure as she indulged so thoroughly in Skylla’s.
So absorbed in her task and entranced by her lover’s body, Callidora didn’t even notice when footsteps stopped just outside their door, the sounds of mingled lust drifting to fill prying ears…
Skylla was already too far gone think about anything else but the feeling of Callidora's lips on her own. Then on her skin. Then the gentle swirling of her finger against her clit. The first keening sound that escaped her throat was sweet, pleased that things had gone this direction so quickly. It was easier that way. It meant that Skylla didn't have to think. She didn't, for just a few minutes, have to think fifteen steps ahead to ensure that they both remained alive and well. Because that was the only goal for both of them anymore.
Stay alive. Go home.
The two probing fingers had the physician arching, running one of her free hands through her hair and the other wandering through Dora's. She didn't tug like she might have with Lukos, too content to let her gaze wander along her own body so that she could watch the exquisite beauty that was Callidora pleasuring her. Just the mere glimpse of Dora's tongue brushing delicately between Skylla's thighs had the woman tipping her head back again, panting hard with want and thinking about returning the favor in rather short order.
Her mind did not connect with the footsteps that paused outside their door, her breathy moan coming a little too loudly from her lips in the same moment that the heavy wood seemed to burst open and multiple sets of heavy feet streamed into the room.
Egyptian guards...
Skylla was sitting up in an instant, urging Dora to do the same with wide, dark eyes. Wasn't their space supposed to be private? Hadn't they been careful? And then the physician was thinking of the innkeeper downstairs and the way that Skylla had expressed her fear only a few minutes before when they'd first come up to their room. The first of the guards rushed forward, grabbing Callidora by the arm and ripping her away from Skylla in one fluid motion. The second guard came for Skylla and she snarled at them, her gaze immediately flicking back to Dora.
"Callidora!" she said quickly, fear actually trailing up her spine for the very first time in her life.
Because the punishment for homosexuality was death.
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Skylla was already too far gone think about anything else but the feeling of Callidora's lips on her own. Then on her skin. Then the gentle swirling of her finger against her clit. The first keening sound that escaped her throat was sweet, pleased that things had gone this direction so quickly. It was easier that way. It meant that Skylla didn't have to think. She didn't, for just a few minutes, have to think fifteen steps ahead to ensure that they both remained alive and well. Because that was the only goal for both of them anymore.
Stay alive. Go home.
The two probing fingers had the physician arching, running one of her free hands through her hair and the other wandering through Dora's. She didn't tug like she might have with Lukos, too content to let her gaze wander along her own body so that she could watch the exquisite beauty that was Callidora pleasuring her. Just the mere glimpse of Dora's tongue brushing delicately between Skylla's thighs had the woman tipping her head back again, panting hard with want and thinking about returning the favor in rather short order.
Her mind did not connect with the footsteps that paused outside their door, her breathy moan coming a little too loudly from her lips in the same moment that the heavy wood seemed to burst open and multiple sets of heavy feet streamed into the room.
Egyptian guards...
Skylla was sitting up in an instant, urging Dora to do the same with wide, dark eyes. Wasn't their space supposed to be private? Hadn't they been careful? And then the physician was thinking of the innkeeper downstairs and the way that Skylla had expressed her fear only a few minutes before when they'd first come up to their room. The first of the guards rushed forward, grabbing Callidora by the arm and ripping her away from Skylla in one fluid motion. The second guard came for Skylla and she snarled at them, her gaze immediately flicking back to Dora.
"Callidora!" she said quickly, fear actually trailing up her spine for the very first time in her life.
Because the punishment for homosexuality was death.
Skylla was already too far gone think about anything else but the feeling of Callidora's lips on her own. Then on her skin. Then the gentle swirling of her finger against her clit. The first keening sound that escaped her throat was sweet, pleased that things had gone this direction so quickly. It was easier that way. It meant that Skylla didn't have to think. She didn't, for just a few minutes, have to think fifteen steps ahead to ensure that they both remained alive and well. Because that was the only goal for both of them anymore.
Stay alive. Go home.
The two probing fingers had the physician arching, running one of her free hands through her hair and the other wandering through Dora's. She didn't tug like she might have with Lukos, too content to let her gaze wander along her own body so that she could watch the exquisite beauty that was Callidora pleasuring her. Just the mere glimpse of Dora's tongue brushing delicately between Skylla's thighs had the woman tipping her head back again, panting hard with want and thinking about returning the favor in rather short order.
Her mind did not connect with the footsteps that paused outside their door, her breathy moan coming a little too loudly from her lips in the same moment that the heavy wood seemed to burst open and multiple sets of heavy feet streamed into the room.
Egyptian guards...
Skylla was sitting up in an instant, urging Dora to do the same with wide, dark eyes. Wasn't their space supposed to be private? Hadn't they been careful? And then the physician was thinking of the innkeeper downstairs and the way that Skylla had expressed her fear only a few minutes before when they'd first come up to their room. The first of the guards rushed forward, grabbing Callidora by the arm and ripping her away from Skylla in one fluid motion. The second guard came for Skylla and she snarled at them, her gaze immediately flicking back to Dora.
"Callidora!" she said quickly, fear actually trailing up her spine for the very first time in her life.
Because the punishment for homosexuality was death.
It all happened so quickly.
One moment, she was floating, caught up in the ecstasy of her lover’s body. Sounds of pleasure filled the room, bodies moving in wanton delight as she tasted the paradise between Skylla’s thighs. It was all Dora had dreamed of that day, everything she imagined it would be, and for just a moment, she let herself be lost to the joy of such carnal delight.
It was a moment too long.
The next moment was filled with shock and confusion, quickly followed by fear. The door slammed open, a cadre of muscled guardsmen bursting into the room. Both women as bare as they day they were born, while one laid under the ministrations of another… there was no denying what was happening here. Had she even tried, Callidora was not sure what she could have said. As it was, she simply gasped, crying out in horror as she reeled back from Skylla.
There were guards in their bedroom. There were weapons pointed at them. Was this all some nightmare, the very nightmare that had plagued her since the day they arrived?
No. This was all too real.
The frightened sound of Skylla’s voice was what brought her back to reality more than anything. She was sure she had never heard that timbre in her lover’s tone—not in any of the storms they weathered at sea nor even the day that Lysander passed from their lives. Until now, she wasn’t even sure Skylla felt fear, but one hurried glance at the woman’s face was all it took to confirm it. Feeling terror clench and twist her own stomach, Callidora screwed her eyes shut tight and drew in a shuddering breath. She knew what came next, they both did. Was there any way out of it now?
A cry of ‘Callidora!’ tore at her heart, reaching for Skylla as her own arms were seized and pulled behind her. Yanked to her feet by calloused and merciless hands, she was practically dragged from the room, kicking and writhing all the way.
“Skylla!” she shouted as the guards instead simply lifted her to carry her from the tavern. She squirmed within their grasp, but even with her tenacity, they easily overpowered her. Going limp, her eyes filled with tears. Her breath hitched on a sob, her voice breaking as she screamed behind her, “Skylla, I love you!”
At that, the man holding her growled and snarled at her. Lifting a heavy fist, he cuffed her across the back of the head, and stars filled her vision. The last thing she saw before she lost consciousness was Skylla being dragged from their room, her face drawn and forlorn as they went to face their fate…
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It all happened so quickly.
One moment, she was floating, caught up in the ecstasy of her lover’s body. Sounds of pleasure filled the room, bodies moving in wanton delight as she tasted the paradise between Skylla’s thighs. It was all Dora had dreamed of that day, everything she imagined it would be, and for just a moment, she let herself be lost to the joy of such carnal delight.
It was a moment too long.
The next moment was filled with shock and confusion, quickly followed by fear. The door slammed open, a cadre of muscled guardsmen bursting into the room. Both women as bare as they day they were born, while one laid under the ministrations of another… there was no denying what was happening here. Had she even tried, Callidora was not sure what she could have said. As it was, she simply gasped, crying out in horror as she reeled back from Skylla.
There were guards in their bedroom. There were weapons pointed at them. Was this all some nightmare, the very nightmare that had plagued her since the day they arrived?
No. This was all too real.
The frightened sound of Skylla’s voice was what brought her back to reality more than anything. She was sure she had never heard that timbre in her lover’s tone—not in any of the storms they weathered at sea nor even the day that Lysander passed from their lives. Until now, she wasn’t even sure Skylla felt fear, but one hurried glance at the woman’s face was all it took to confirm it. Feeling terror clench and twist her own stomach, Callidora screwed her eyes shut tight and drew in a shuddering breath. She knew what came next, they both did. Was there any way out of it now?
A cry of ‘Callidora!’ tore at her heart, reaching for Skylla as her own arms were seized and pulled behind her. Yanked to her feet by calloused and merciless hands, she was practically dragged from the room, kicking and writhing all the way.
“Skylla!” she shouted as the guards instead simply lifted her to carry her from the tavern. She squirmed within their grasp, but even with her tenacity, they easily overpowered her. Going limp, her eyes filled with tears. Her breath hitched on a sob, her voice breaking as she screamed behind her, “Skylla, I love you!”
At that, the man holding her growled and snarled at her. Lifting a heavy fist, he cuffed her across the back of the head, and stars filled her vision. The last thing she saw before she lost consciousness was Skylla being dragged from their room, her face drawn and forlorn as they went to face their fate…
It all happened so quickly.
One moment, she was floating, caught up in the ecstasy of her lover’s body. Sounds of pleasure filled the room, bodies moving in wanton delight as she tasted the paradise between Skylla’s thighs. It was all Dora had dreamed of that day, everything she imagined it would be, and for just a moment, she let herself be lost to the joy of such carnal delight.
It was a moment too long.
The next moment was filled with shock and confusion, quickly followed by fear. The door slammed open, a cadre of muscled guardsmen bursting into the room. Both women as bare as they day they were born, while one laid under the ministrations of another… there was no denying what was happening here. Had she even tried, Callidora was not sure what she could have said. As it was, she simply gasped, crying out in horror as she reeled back from Skylla.
There were guards in their bedroom. There were weapons pointed at them. Was this all some nightmare, the very nightmare that had plagued her since the day they arrived?
No. This was all too real.
The frightened sound of Skylla’s voice was what brought her back to reality more than anything. She was sure she had never heard that timbre in her lover’s tone—not in any of the storms they weathered at sea nor even the day that Lysander passed from their lives. Until now, she wasn’t even sure Skylla felt fear, but one hurried glance at the woman’s face was all it took to confirm it. Feeling terror clench and twist her own stomach, Callidora screwed her eyes shut tight and drew in a shuddering breath. She knew what came next, they both did. Was there any way out of it now?
A cry of ‘Callidora!’ tore at her heart, reaching for Skylla as her own arms were seized and pulled behind her. Yanked to her feet by calloused and merciless hands, she was practically dragged from the room, kicking and writhing all the way.
“Skylla!” she shouted as the guards instead simply lifted her to carry her from the tavern. She squirmed within their grasp, but even with her tenacity, they easily overpowered her. Going limp, her eyes filled with tears. Her breath hitched on a sob, her voice breaking as she screamed behind her, “Skylla, I love you!”
At that, the man holding her growled and snarled at her. Lifting a heavy fist, he cuffed her across the back of the head, and stars filled her vision. The last thing she saw before she lost consciousness was Skylla being dragged from their room, her face drawn and forlorn as they went to face their fate…
If Skylla had ever had nightmares before, this would have been one of them. Hands down. This was not something that the physician really would have been thinking about since they had initially arrived, but that was partially due to the fact that she was in denial. Or maybe she thought she was untouchable. They'd already done so much work in Egypt before Lysander had died that Skylla may have held that inkling that nothing bad could happen to them the way it had to Lys. At least, that was something that Skylla had thought nearly constantly since they were left alone. Her own form of positivity and sunshine, she assumed.
But Skylla was not the sun. Callidora was. Callidora had become the sun and the moon and the stars and the wind and rain and ocean and stone. And Skylla watched her northern star forcibly dragged off their shared bed, stark naked and not allowed to even cover herself for modesty. It was... humiliating, to say the least, in that one singular moment. Humiliating because they had been caught, but even more humiliating because Skylla was sure that this would be the last thing they had to remember before they were brought to the block and stoned to death by people that weren't even their own.
Her own love for Egypt was fading quickly, and the feeling of wonder and excitement she had once held to be where her mother had been taken from, to see the people and the culture she had not been able to grow up with, it slowly shredded itself into the abyss. Because Skylla's mind was running ahead. Far, far ahead. And she realized that no one would know she was gone. No one would miss her or mourn her. To Billa and Lukos, she would simply be a girl that left home and decided never to come back.
That moment of realization cut deeper than she had ever expected it to. A master of her own emotions and a woman who was sure that she didn't really feel anything but lucid contempt for people and fleeting affection for the woman now screaming that she loved Skylla, her own resolve crumbled for the first time in her life since she was a child. And the physician hated that a few tears spilled over as she tried to reach for Callidora, screaming her name again before being tugged back harshly by her hair. Both of her arms were grabbed and forced behind her back and the guards seemed to be willing to drag her from the room rather then let her walk.
Struggling against them with each step they took, Skylla took the only chance that she had to say the words on the tip of her tongue. Words that she likely would never trust herself to say every again. "I love you!" she yelled, desperate, suddenly, to make it to Callidora, to see the look on her features as the words sunk in. Dora had had a husband once, and Skylla wondered if the woman had ever expected to fall in love again after he had died. Skylla, for one, had never imagined herself falling for anyone, ever. Maybe Lukos, but that was so twisted and complicated that she could never pinpoint her own feelings in his presence. It was easier to bury those and never think about them, anyway. Traumatic childhoods tended to do that to a person.
Her own guards seemed angered by her declaration, and she didn't see it coming when the guard holding her struck her at the back of her skull. Pain flooded her head for an instant...
And then everything was black darkness and a lack of complete awareness as the guards dragged both women, naked, onto the street and toward the Egyptian prison in the city.
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If Skylla had ever had nightmares before, this would have been one of them. Hands down. This was not something that the physician really would have been thinking about since they had initially arrived, but that was partially due to the fact that she was in denial. Or maybe she thought she was untouchable. They'd already done so much work in Egypt before Lysander had died that Skylla may have held that inkling that nothing bad could happen to them the way it had to Lys. At least, that was something that Skylla had thought nearly constantly since they were left alone. Her own form of positivity and sunshine, she assumed.
But Skylla was not the sun. Callidora was. Callidora had become the sun and the moon and the stars and the wind and rain and ocean and stone. And Skylla watched her northern star forcibly dragged off their shared bed, stark naked and not allowed to even cover herself for modesty. It was... humiliating, to say the least, in that one singular moment. Humiliating because they had been caught, but even more humiliating because Skylla was sure that this would be the last thing they had to remember before they were brought to the block and stoned to death by people that weren't even their own.
Her own love for Egypt was fading quickly, and the feeling of wonder and excitement she had once held to be where her mother had been taken from, to see the people and the culture she had not been able to grow up with, it slowly shredded itself into the abyss. Because Skylla's mind was running ahead. Far, far ahead. And she realized that no one would know she was gone. No one would miss her or mourn her. To Billa and Lukos, she would simply be a girl that left home and decided never to come back.
That moment of realization cut deeper than she had ever expected it to. A master of her own emotions and a woman who was sure that she didn't really feel anything but lucid contempt for people and fleeting affection for the woman now screaming that she loved Skylla, her own resolve crumbled for the first time in her life since she was a child. And the physician hated that a few tears spilled over as she tried to reach for Callidora, screaming her name again before being tugged back harshly by her hair. Both of her arms were grabbed and forced behind her back and the guards seemed to be willing to drag her from the room rather then let her walk.
Struggling against them with each step they took, Skylla took the only chance that she had to say the words on the tip of her tongue. Words that she likely would never trust herself to say every again. "I love you!" she yelled, desperate, suddenly, to make it to Callidora, to see the look on her features as the words sunk in. Dora had had a husband once, and Skylla wondered if the woman had ever expected to fall in love again after he had died. Skylla, for one, had never imagined herself falling for anyone, ever. Maybe Lukos, but that was so twisted and complicated that she could never pinpoint her own feelings in his presence. It was easier to bury those and never think about them, anyway. Traumatic childhoods tended to do that to a person.
Her own guards seemed angered by her declaration, and she didn't see it coming when the guard holding her struck her at the back of her skull. Pain flooded her head for an instant...
And then everything was black darkness and a lack of complete awareness as the guards dragged both women, naked, onto the street and toward the Egyptian prison in the city.
If Skylla had ever had nightmares before, this would have been one of them. Hands down. This was not something that the physician really would have been thinking about since they had initially arrived, but that was partially due to the fact that she was in denial. Or maybe she thought she was untouchable. They'd already done so much work in Egypt before Lysander had died that Skylla may have held that inkling that nothing bad could happen to them the way it had to Lys. At least, that was something that Skylla had thought nearly constantly since they were left alone. Her own form of positivity and sunshine, she assumed.
But Skylla was not the sun. Callidora was. Callidora had become the sun and the moon and the stars and the wind and rain and ocean and stone. And Skylla watched her northern star forcibly dragged off their shared bed, stark naked and not allowed to even cover herself for modesty. It was... humiliating, to say the least, in that one singular moment. Humiliating because they had been caught, but even more humiliating because Skylla was sure that this would be the last thing they had to remember before they were brought to the block and stoned to death by people that weren't even their own.
Her own love for Egypt was fading quickly, and the feeling of wonder and excitement she had once held to be where her mother had been taken from, to see the people and the culture she had not been able to grow up with, it slowly shredded itself into the abyss. Because Skylla's mind was running ahead. Far, far ahead. And she realized that no one would know she was gone. No one would miss her or mourn her. To Billa and Lukos, she would simply be a girl that left home and decided never to come back.
That moment of realization cut deeper than she had ever expected it to. A master of her own emotions and a woman who was sure that she didn't really feel anything but lucid contempt for people and fleeting affection for the woman now screaming that she loved Skylla, her own resolve crumbled for the first time in her life since she was a child. And the physician hated that a few tears spilled over as she tried to reach for Callidora, screaming her name again before being tugged back harshly by her hair. Both of her arms were grabbed and forced behind her back and the guards seemed to be willing to drag her from the room rather then let her walk.
Struggling against them with each step they took, Skylla took the only chance that she had to say the words on the tip of her tongue. Words that she likely would never trust herself to say every again. "I love you!" she yelled, desperate, suddenly, to make it to Callidora, to see the look on her features as the words sunk in. Dora had had a husband once, and Skylla wondered if the woman had ever expected to fall in love again after he had died. Skylla, for one, had never imagined herself falling for anyone, ever. Maybe Lukos, but that was so twisted and complicated that she could never pinpoint her own feelings in his presence. It was easier to bury those and never think about them, anyway. Traumatic childhoods tended to do that to a person.
Her own guards seemed angered by her declaration, and she didn't see it coming when the guard holding her struck her at the back of her skull. Pain flooded her head for an instant...
And then everything was black darkness and a lack of complete awareness as the guards dragged both women, naked, onto the street and toward the Egyptian prison in the city.