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It seemed impossible. Chione still could not believe she was here, tangled up in Anastasia, their attire for the evening long since discarded. It had begun so innocently - a simple chance encounter. A hope for a fun night. Well, it had proved that indeed, if not quite how she had expected. Her long ignored desires had become reality this night and the Greek temptress far exceeded anything Chione had imagined over the years.
Her libido had always bordered on insatiable, but with Ana it seemed truly that. Nothing was enough to fill that desire within her. Even as she approached another climax of her own, she felt no closer to satisfied. It felt as though she could spend an eternity here with the woman beneath her - between her legs, in her bed - and never get enough to sate this thirst she felt.
Not that that was about to stop her from trying.
Chione held nothing back with the smaller woman, her every move designed to leave her shaking and begging, drawing her closer to that peak. She felt the instant Ana could take no more. The way her inner walls spasmed and clenched around her fingers was unlike anything she had ever felt. She released her sensitive bud from her lips, lowering them instead to taste the new rush of juices. Her digits remained within her, slowly stroking her inner walls, riding her through her climax.
At the same time, her other hand rubbed her own center with desperate need. Her body tensed as her she tumbled over the edge, pushing her face deeper into the smaller woman’s velvet lips. She drank from Ana greedily, muffling her own cries of release. She was shaking by the time they both began to descend from the heights of their shared pleasure.
She would have been content to not move at all, but with Anastasia’s coaxing she slid up the bed to lie next to the Greek. Her face was still damp with Ana’s juices, though she quickly sought to wipe it away, sucking at her fingers so as to not waste a single drop. She felt far more disheveled than normal, yet she felt higher than any opium had ever taken her.
Chione responded to Ana’s soft touches, folding into her embrace. It was both tender and teasing and left the Egyptian breathless. Her body was exhausted and yet, still the smaller woman could make her want more. She groaned, her head tipping back as she felt the drag of Ana’s pert nipples against her own. Gods, how was her body responding with such need so soon? It should be impossible, and yet something about this woman reached her in a way no other had.
She moaned into Ana’s kiss, her hands dragging up the woman’s back to pull her closer, kissing her deeply. This feeling between them... she couldn’t name it and yet it was everything. It was meant to be an experiment to get this dangerous desire out of her system. Instead it had lit another kind of fire within her. There was a sort of reverence in the way Ana moved against her now, as though she was thanking her, worshiping her.
'Give into this with me, Chione.'
There was no mistaking the meaning in her whispered words. Unbidden, a moan fell from her lips at the suggestion. This wasn’t what she had been looking for, but she knew all too well... She couldn’t turn her back on this. Not yet. There was more to explore and she would be haunted by the sound of her name on this tempting woman’s lips until she gave into it.
So for once, she didn’t fight it.
She shivered as Ana pressed her face to her neck, yet her arms wrapped around her, almost protectively, pulling her closer rather than moving away. Her own face nuzzled against the top of Ana’s head, content to linger. She still was filled with that burning want and yet... there was something more. A tender quietness. Was this just the difference of being with a woman, or was it a something about Ana herself that spoke to Chione’s restless heart?
'I want to see how the moon hits that exquisite face of yours. Would you indulge in this request?'
“Yes, Anastasia. Yes,” she murmured, knowing she needed to say nothing more. In this moment, she would do anything her temptress asked of her.
There was no telling how long they stayed like that. All notion of time seemed to have faded out of existence in the afterglow of their union. Eventually, they did stir, reluctantly untangling and redressing themselves in their discarded finery. The harder task was making her hair not look obviously mussed in a level of dishevelment that only carnal acts could achieve. Even now, things were light and easy with Ana. Not awkward as she might have feared.
Ana had intended to take her out on the town, and it seemed they were going to live up to that intent.
Some time later found them having a merry time at one of the better taverns in Cairo. For once, Chione didn’t feel that ache of loneliness. Ana was no replacement for Nia; she was something quite different. Yet as they drank and enjoyed the night, Chione felt alive in a way she hadn’t felt in weeks. Perhaps ever.
Her arm was casually slung over the smaller woman’s shoulders. She had been in this position dozens of times with her best friend, and it had never meant anything. Yet with Ana, there was no ignoring the shiver of delight that shot through her with every touch. Somehow all their revelry felt like the most innocent sort of foreplay. Though, no touch between them could ever truly be innocent. There was a secret between them that made even the most innocuous of things far from insignificant. Even if they had to pretend otherwise for the world.
Chione was laughing when she reached for her wine only to be disappointed to find it empty. “What? Again? How is this possible?” she asked, peering into the empty vessel. “Well this is unacceptable!” she declared, more than a little tipsy. “I’ll grab us a refill,” she said with a wink, rushing off to the barkeep.
She couldn’t remember the last time she felt so happy. Not just desired or pleased. But truly happy. Throwing some coins towards the man as he handed her their wine, she even added some extra, feeling generous in her good mood.
Only it was spoiled as she turned around to find Anastasia was no longer alone.
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It seemed impossible. Chione still could not believe she was here, tangled up in Anastasia, their attire for the evening long since discarded. It had begun so innocently - a simple chance encounter. A hope for a fun night. Well, it had proved that indeed, if not quite how she had expected. Her long ignored desires had become reality this night and the Greek temptress far exceeded anything Chione had imagined over the years.
Her libido had always bordered on insatiable, but with Ana it seemed truly that. Nothing was enough to fill that desire within her. Even as she approached another climax of her own, she felt no closer to satisfied. It felt as though she could spend an eternity here with the woman beneath her - between her legs, in her bed - and never get enough to sate this thirst she felt.
Not that that was about to stop her from trying.
Chione held nothing back with the smaller woman, her every move designed to leave her shaking and begging, drawing her closer to that peak. She felt the instant Ana could take no more. The way her inner walls spasmed and clenched around her fingers was unlike anything she had ever felt. She released her sensitive bud from her lips, lowering them instead to taste the new rush of juices. Her digits remained within her, slowly stroking her inner walls, riding her through her climax.
At the same time, her other hand rubbed her own center with desperate need. Her body tensed as her she tumbled over the edge, pushing her face deeper into the smaller woman’s velvet lips. She drank from Ana greedily, muffling her own cries of release. She was shaking by the time they both began to descend from the heights of their shared pleasure.
She would have been content to not move at all, but with Anastasia’s coaxing she slid up the bed to lie next to the Greek. Her face was still damp with Ana’s juices, though she quickly sought to wipe it away, sucking at her fingers so as to not waste a single drop. She felt far more disheveled than normal, yet she felt higher than any opium had ever taken her.
Chione responded to Ana’s soft touches, folding into her embrace. It was both tender and teasing and left the Egyptian breathless. Her body was exhausted and yet, still the smaller woman could make her want more. She groaned, her head tipping back as she felt the drag of Ana’s pert nipples against her own. Gods, how was her body responding with such need so soon? It should be impossible, and yet something about this woman reached her in a way no other had.
She moaned into Ana’s kiss, her hands dragging up the woman’s back to pull her closer, kissing her deeply. This feeling between them... she couldn’t name it and yet it was everything. It was meant to be an experiment to get this dangerous desire out of her system. Instead it had lit another kind of fire within her. There was a sort of reverence in the way Ana moved against her now, as though she was thanking her, worshiping her.
'Give into this with me, Chione.'
There was no mistaking the meaning in her whispered words. Unbidden, a moan fell from her lips at the suggestion. This wasn’t what she had been looking for, but she knew all too well... She couldn’t turn her back on this. Not yet. There was more to explore and she would be haunted by the sound of her name on this tempting woman’s lips until she gave into it.
So for once, she didn’t fight it.
She shivered as Ana pressed her face to her neck, yet her arms wrapped around her, almost protectively, pulling her closer rather than moving away. Her own face nuzzled against the top of Ana’s head, content to linger. She still was filled with that burning want and yet... there was something more. A tender quietness. Was this just the difference of being with a woman, or was it a something about Ana herself that spoke to Chione’s restless heart?
'I want to see how the moon hits that exquisite face of yours. Would you indulge in this request?'
“Yes, Anastasia. Yes,” she murmured, knowing she needed to say nothing more. In this moment, she would do anything her temptress asked of her.
There was no telling how long they stayed like that. All notion of time seemed to have faded out of existence in the afterglow of their union. Eventually, they did stir, reluctantly untangling and redressing themselves in their discarded finery. The harder task was making her hair not look obviously mussed in a level of dishevelment that only carnal acts could achieve. Even now, things were light and easy with Ana. Not awkward as she might have feared.
Ana had intended to take her out on the town, and it seemed they were going to live up to that intent.
Some time later found them having a merry time at one of the better taverns in Cairo. For once, Chione didn’t feel that ache of loneliness. Ana was no replacement for Nia; she was something quite different. Yet as they drank and enjoyed the night, Chione felt alive in a way she hadn’t felt in weeks. Perhaps ever.
Her arm was casually slung over the smaller woman’s shoulders. She had been in this position dozens of times with her best friend, and it had never meant anything. Yet with Ana, there was no ignoring the shiver of delight that shot through her with every touch. Somehow all their revelry felt like the most innocent sort of foreplay. Though, no touch between them could ever truly be innocent. There was a secret between them that made even the most innocuous of things far from insignificant. Even if they had to pretend otherwise for the world.
Chione was laughing when she reached for her wine only to be disappointed to find it empty. “What? Again? How is this possible?” she asked, peering into the empty vessel. “Well this is unacceptable!” she declared, more than a little tipsy. “I’ll grab us a refill,” she said with a wink, rushing off to the barkeep.
She couldn’t remember the last time she felt so happy. Not just desired or pleased. But truly happy. Throwing some coins towards the man as he handed her their wine, she even added some extra, feeling generous in her good mood.
Only it was spoiled as she turned around to find Anastasia was no longer alone.
It seemed impossible. Chione still could not believe she was here, tangled up in Anastasia, their attire for the evening long since discarded. It had begun so innocently - a simple chance encounter. A hope for a fun night. Well, it had proved that indeed, if not quite how she had expected. Her long ignored desires had become reality this night and the Greek temptress far exceeded anything Chione had imagined over the years.
Her libido had always bordered on insatiable, but with Ana it seemed truly that. Nothing was enough to fill that desire within her. Even as she approached another climax of her own, she felt no closer to satisfied. It felt as though she could spend an eternity here with the woman beneath her - between her legs, in her bed - and never get enough to sate this thirst she felt.
Not that that was about to stop her from trying.
Chione held nothing back with the smaller woman, her every move designed to leave her shaking and begging, drawing her closer to that peak. She felt the instant Ana could take no more. The way her inner walls spasmed and clenched around her fingers was unlike anything she had ever felt. She released her sensitive bud from her lips, lowering them instead to taste the new rush of juices. Her digits remained within her, slowly stroking her inner walls, riding her through her climax.
At the same time, her other hand rubbed her own center with desperate need. Her body tensed as her she tumbled over the edge, pushing her face deeper into the smaller woman’s velvet lips. She drank from Ana greedily, muffling her own cries of release. She was shaking by the time they both began to descend from the heights of their shared pleasure.
She would have been content to not move at all, but with Anastasia’s coaxing she slid up the bed to lie next to the Greek. Her face was still damp with Ana’s juices, though she quickly sought to wipe it away, sucking at her fingers so as to not waste a single drop. She felt far more disheveled than normal, yet she felt higher than any opium had ever taken her.
Chione responded to Ana’s soft touches, folding into her embrace. It was both tender and teasing and left the Egyptian breathless. Her body was exhausted and yet, still the smaller woman could make her want more. She groaned, her head tipping back as she felt the drag of Ana’s pert nipples against her own. Gods, how was her body responding with such need so soon? It should be impossible, and yet something about this woman reached her in a way no other had.
She moaned into Ana’s kiss, her hands dragging up the woman’s back to pull her closer, kissing her deeply. This feeling between them... she couldn’t name it and yet it was everything. It was meant to be an experiment to get this dangerous desire out of her system. Instead it had lit another kind of fire within her. There was a sort of reverence in the way Ana moved against her now, as though she was thanking her, worshiping her.
'Give into this with me, Chione.'
There was no mistaking the meaning in her whispered words. Unbidden, a moan fell from her lips at the suggestion. This wasn’t what she had been looking for, but she knew all too well... She couldn’t turn her back on this. Not yet. There was more to explore and she would be haunted by the sound of her name on this tempting woman’s lips until she gave into it.
So for once, she didn’t fight it.
She shivered as Ana pressed her face to her neck, yet her arms wrapped around her, almost protectively, pulling her closer rather than moving away. Her own face nuzzled against the top of Ana’s head, content to linger. She still was filled with that burning want and yet... there was something more. A tender quietness. Was this just the difference of being with a woman, or was it a something about Ana herself that spoke to Chione’s restless heart?
'I want to see how the moon hits that exquisite face of yours. Would you indulge in this request?'
“Yes, Anastasia. Yes,” she murmured, knowing she needed to say nothing more. In this moment, she would do anything her temptress asked of her.
There was no telling how long they stayed like that. All notion of time seemed to have faded out of existence in the afterglow of their union. Eventually, they did stir, reluctantly untangling and redressing themselves in their discarded finery. The harder task was making her hair not look obviously mussed in a level of dishevelment that only carnal acts could achieve. Even now, things were light and easy with Ana. Not awkward as she might have feared.
Ana had intended to take her out on the town, and it seemed they were going to live up to that intent.
Some time later found them having a merry time at one of the better taverns in Cairo. For once, Chione didn’t feel that ache of loneliness. Ana was no replacement for Nia; she was something quite different. Yet as they drank and enjoyed the night, Chione felt alive in a way she hadn’t felt in weeks. Perhaps ever.
Her arm was casually slung over the smaller woman’s shoulders. She had been in this position dozens of times with her best friend, and it had never meant anything. Yet with Ana, there was no ignoring the shiver of delight that shot through her with every touch. Somehow all their revelry felt like the most innocent sort of foreplay. Though, no touch between them could ever truly be innocent. There was a secret between them that made even the most innocuous of things far from insignificant. Even if they had to pretend otherwise for the world.
Chione was laughing when she reached for her wine only to be disappointed to find it empty. “What? Again? How is this possible?” she asked, peering into the empty vessel. “Well this is unacceptable!” she declared, more than a little tipsy. “I’ll grab us a refill,” she said with a wink, rushing off to the barkeep.
She couldn’t remember the last time she felt so happy. Not just desired or pleased. But truly happy. Throwing some coins towards the man as he handed her their wine, she even added some extra, feeling generous in her good mood.
Only it was spoiled as she turned around to find Anastasia was no longer alone.
Akhenaten had been working hard lately, spurred on by the idea of love, even if it was not the sort of love his family wanted him to have. He knew that Ana would never be his wife or mother of his children or anything along those lines, which he was fine with. He didn’t want any of that anyways. Some random noble woman would be chosen for him for marriage and children and he would do his duty, but Ana would be the one that he would spend his nights with. His future wife would just need to deal with that.
His work ethic had spiked, wishing to be able to expand the vast fortune that would soon be his solely to control. He would use the fortune to see that he and Ana could live the lifestyle the deserved, and the one that he was used to.
After a day of working towards his goals, towards the future for himself and his mistress, he wanted nothing more than a cup of wine and her company. Yet, she was not at the villa when he had stopped by, much to his disappointment.
So he had sought her out, knowing that if she went out she was likely at one of the taverns in the area, and to narrow it down even more, he could safely assume she would be at one of their regular haunts.
And he was right, he found her at the second tavern he checked, hanging out with some woman that he vaguely recognized. As he approached, the other woman moved from Ana’s side and Hena took her place. He grabbed Ana by the hips and pulled her in close to him with a grin, brown eyes gazing down adoringly at her.
“You made me have to seek you out.” He said, though there was no real animosity in his voice. He wasn’t truly upset that he had had to come and find her. It hadn’t taken long, and he wanted to drink anyways.
He leaned down to press a lingering kiss to her lips, pulling her body close up against his. He didn’t stop the kiss until he was good and ready. When their lips finally parted, his hands remained on her hips, not caring who saw them. It was not strange to see Hena with women, especially in a tavern.
“Your lips taste of wine, and leave me craving more.” He said in a low voice, not elaborating on whether he meant more of her or more wine.
Finally he pulled his attentions from Ana, long enough to flag down a serving girl to bring them another cup and a flagon of wine for the table.
His attention then turned to the other woman who had been with Ana.
“We’ve met before haven’t we?” He asked, still not remembering her name or anything of the sort. Hena was bad with names unless they were important, and clearly she held no significance in his life, or at least not enough for him to remember who she was.
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Akhenaten had been working hard lately, spurred on by the idea of love, even if it was not the sort of love his family wanted him to have. He knew that Ana would never be his wife or mother of his children or anything along those lines, which he was fine with. He didn’t want any of that anyways. Some random noble woman would be chosen for him for marriage and children and he would do his duty, but Ana would be the one that he would spend his nights with. His future wife would just need to deal with that.
His work ethic had spiked, wishing to be able to expand the vast fortune that would soon be his solely to control. He would use the fortune to see that he and Ana could live the lifestyle the deserved, and the one that he was used to.
After a day of working towards his goals, towards the future for himself and his mistress, he wanted nothing more than a cup of wine and her company. Yet, she was not at the villa when he had stopped by, much to his disappointment.
So he had sought her out, knowing that if she went out she was likely at one of the taverns in the area, and to narrow it down even more, he could safely assume she would be at one of their regular haunts.
And he was right, he found her at the second tavern he checked, hanging out with some woman that he vaguely recognized. As he approached, the other woman moved from Ana’s side and Hena took her place. He grabbed Ana by the hips and pulled her in close to him with a grin, brown eyes gazing down adoringly at her.
“You made me have to seek you out.” He said, though there was no real animosity in his voice. He wasn’t truly upset that he had had to come and find her. It hadn’t taken long, and he wanted to drink anyways.
He leaned down to press a lingering kiss to her lips, pulling her body close up against his. He didn’t stop the kiss until he was good and ready. When their lips finally parted, his hands remained on her hips, not caring who saw them. It was not strange to see Hena with women, especially in a tavern.
“Your lips taste of wine, and leave me craving more.” He said in a low voice, not elaborating on whether he meant more of her or more wine.
Finally he pulled his attentions from Ana, long enough to flag down a serving girl to bring them another cup and a flagon of wine for the table.
His attention then turned to the other woman who had been with Ana.
“We’ve met before haven’t we?” He asked, still not remembering her name or anything of the sort. Hena was bad with names unless they were important, and clearly she held no significance in his life, or at least not enough for him to remember who she was.
Akhenaten had been working hard lately, spurred on by the idea of love, even if it was not the sort of love his family wanted him to have. He knew that Ana would never be his wife or mother of his children or anything along those lines, which he was fine with. He didn’t want any of that anyways. Some random noble woman would be chosen for him for marriage and children and he would do his duty, but Ana would be the one that he would spend his nights with. His future wife would just need to deal with that.
His work ethic had spiked, wishing to be able to expand the vast fortune that would soon be his solely to control. He would use the fortune to see that he and Ana could live the lifestyle the deserved, and the one that he was used to.
After a day of working towards his goals, towards the future for himself and his mistress, he wanted nothing more than a cup of wine and her company. Yet, she was not at the villa when he had stopped by, much to his disappointment.
So he had sought her out, knowing that if she went out she was likely at one of the taverns in the area, and to narrow it down even more, he could safely assume she would be at one of their regular haunts.
And he was right, he found her at the second tavern he checked, hanging out with some woman that he vaguely recognized. As he approached, the other woman moved from Ana’s side and Hena took her place. He grabbed Ana by the hips and pulled her in close to him with a grin, brown eyes gazing down adoringly at her.
“You made me have to seek you out.” He said, though there was no real animosity in his voice. He wasn’t truly upset that he had had to come and find her. It hadn’t taken long, and he wanted to drink anyways.
He leaned down to press a lingering kiss to her lips, pulling her body close up against his. He didn’t stop the kiss until he was good and ready. When their lips finally parted, his hands remained on her hips, not caring who saw them. It was not strange to see Hena with women, especially in a tavern.
“Your lips taste of wine, and leave me craving more.” He said in a low voice, not elaborating on whether he meant more of her or more wine.
Finally he pulled his attentions from Ana, long enough to flag down a serving girl to bring them another cup and a flagon of wine for the table.
His attention then turned to the other woman who had been with Ana.
“We’ve met before haven’t we?” He asked, still not remembering her name or anything of the sort. Hena was bad with names unless they were important, and clearly she held no significance in his life, or at least not enough for him to remember who she was.
Visceral delights were best soothed by the call of the night. Anastasia could've spent all night there, entangled in Chione's embrace and sharing heated kisses with her until the morning came and went. But, she'd made a promise to the taller woman, the premise of going out on the town that she did not intent to become a liar about. After all, there were different sides of Chione to see, apart from the attraction that made her so alluring and horribly confusing to be seen with all the while. The sensation of her lips on Ana's did not go away even as time passed, the memory of her touch, her heat, the fire that stoked within Anastasia's stomach at the proximity of her...
None of it was lost as they drank together. The easy embrace Chione gave to her was so chaste and yet all the while Anastasia desperately wanted out of the sheer sheath that covered her form and left little to the imagination when it came to the supple curves of her body, reinforced with lithe but present musculature. She reveled in the drowning in wine, and the laughter came freely with every moment between them. Once the heat of the moment passed, there was never an extinguished smoulder. Even their easy conversation seemed laden with teasing and playful banter that stoked Anastasia's interests.
She loved the chase that was enrapturing another and being caught herself, even if it'd happened in the reverse order this time. She told the woman of her time as a bard, of her travels across the hotlands that made up Egypt. There was the gentle lilt of her voice, as she wove those stories, and she laughed and sang and embraced with Chione as drink poured into their goblets and down their throats. Then, the inevitable happened. The wine ran out and Chione declared how ludicrous it was before she winked at Ana and excused herself for the time being.
Anastasia, of course, waited ever patiently. Her mind was abuzz with the wine she'd indulged in, her body satiated from the pleasures of before. She was swimming in sensations and she felt the sort of boozy confidence that came with being entirely in her element. She felt at peace, with none of the conflicting emotions of before, the fear and desire waging war. However, that all came to a shift when she was taken by the hips and pressed into an intimately familiar young man.
Oh.
She'd completely forgotten about Hena in the wash of time. However, the look upon his face and the kiss she was pulled in immediately sought to pull at the heartstrings buried within. The chuckle that escaped her lips was only a little bit forced, years of measuring her words and their tones betraying very little of her true feelings up until that low voice poured into her ear and she felt the flutter of infatuation settle within her gaze as she found Hena's hand raised into the air and his call for more wine.
"I-..."
Then, Chione came back.
The flush returned, but she sought to pair it with her growing intoxication. A low giggle escaped her lips, punctuated with a hiccup as she shifted her hips, pressing herself into Hena's lap as she at last found her words.
"I bumped into Lady Chione at your estate, my dear. She was looking for a Sheifa and I'd just left the company of the most dashing one," she began, weaving her little tale as she reached out for Chione's hand,
"Come, come. All of us can drink together, yes? I'm sure the both of you have met at some Hei function or the other. Though, woe is me to know how the other half lives," she teased, looking between the pair of nobles. Just as she finished speaking, both servers called over by Chione and Hena arrived, laying pitchers and fresh goblets for them to take and enjoy from as Anastasia hummed,
"Shall we, then?"
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Visceral delights were best soothed by the call of the night. Anastasia could've spent all night there, entangled in Chione's embrace and sharing heated kisses with her until the morning came and went. But, she'd made a promise to the taller woman, the premise of going out on the town that she did not intent to become a liar about. After all, there were different sides of Chione to see, apart from the attraction that made her so alluring and horribly confusing to be seen with all the while. The sensation of her lips on Ana's did not go away even as time passed, the memory of her touch, her heat, the fire that stoked within Anastasia's stomach at the proximity of her...
None of it was lost as they drank together. The easy embrace Chione gave to her was so chaste and yet all the while Anastasia desperately wanted out of the sheer sheath that covered her form and left little to the imagination when it came to the supple curves of her body, reinforced with lithe but present musculature. She reveled in the drowning in wine, and the laughter came freely with every moment between them. Once the heat of the moment passed, there was never an extinguished smoulder. Even their easy conversation seemed laden with teasing and playful banter that stoked Anastasia's interests.
She loved the chase that was enrapturing another and being caught herself, even if it'd happened in the reverse order this time. She told the woman of her time as a bard, of her travels across the hotlands that made up Egypt. There was the gentle lilt of her voice, as she wove those stories, and she laughed and sang and embraced with Chione as drink poured into their goblets and down their throats. Then, the inevitable happened. The wine ran out and Chione declared how ludicrous it was before she winked at Ana and excused herself for the time being.
Anastasia, of course, waited ever patiently. Her mind was abuzz with the wine she'd indulged in, her body satiated from the pleasures of before. She was swimming in sensations and she felt the sort of boozy confidence that came with being entirely in her element. She felt at peace, with none of the conflicting emotions of before, the fear and desire waging war. However, that all came to a shift when she was taken by the hips and pressed into an intimately familiar young man.
Oh.
She'd completely forgotten about Hena in the wash of time. However, the look upon his face and the kiss she was pulled in immediately sought to pull at the heartstrings buried within. The chuckle that escaped her lips was only a little bit forced, years of measuring her words and their tones betraying very little of her true feelings up until that low voice poured into her ear and she felt the flutter of infatuation settle within her gaze as she found Hena's hand raised into the air and his call for more wine.
"I-..."
Then, Chione came back.
The flush returned, but she sought to pair it with her growing intoxication. A low giggle escaped her lips, punctuated with a hiccup as she shifted her hips, pressing herself into Hena's lap as she at last found her words.
"I bumped into Lady Chione at your estate, my dear. She was looking for a Sheifa and I'd just left the company of the most dashing one," she began, weaving her little tale as she reached out for Chione's hand,
"Come, come. All of us can drink together, yes? I'm sure the both of you have met at some Hei function or the other. Though, woe is me to know how the other half lives," she teased, looking between the pair of nobles. Just as she finished speaking, both servers called over by Chione and Hena arrived, laying pitchers and fresh goblets for them to take and enjoy from as Anastasia hummed,
"Shall we, then?"
Visceral delights were best soothed by the call of the night. Anastasia could've spent all night there, entangled in Chione's embrace and sharing heated kisses with her until the morning came and went. But, she'd made a promise to the taller woman, the premise of going out on the town that she did not intent to become a liar about. After all, there were different sides of Chione to see, apart from the attraction that made her so alluring and horribly confusing to be seen with all the while. The sensation of her lips on Ana's did not go away even as time passed, the memory of her touch, her heat, the fire that stoked within Anastasia's stomach at the proximity of her...
None of it was lost as they drank together. The easy embrace Chione gave to her was so chaste and yet all the while Anastasia desperately wanted out of the sheer sheath that covered her form and left little to the imagination when it came to the supple curves of her body, reinforced with lithe but present musculature. She reveled in the drowning in wine, and the laughter came freely with every moment between them. Once the heat of the moment passed, there was never an extinguished smoulder. Even their easy conversation seemed laden with teasing and playful banter that stoked Anastasia's interests.
She loved the chase that was enrapturing another and being caught herself, even if it'd happened in the reverse order this time. She told the woman of her time as a bard, of her travels across the hotlands that made up Egypt. There was the gentle lilt of her voice, as she wove those stories, and she laughed and sang and embraced with Chione as drink poured into their goblets and down their throats. Then, the inevitable happened. The wine ran out and Chione declared how ludicrous it was before she winked at Ana and excused herself for the time being.
Anastasia, of course, waited ever patiently. Her mind was abuzz with the wine she'd indulged in, her body satiated from the pleasures of before. She was swimming in sensations and she felt the sort of boozy confidence that came with being entirely in her element. She felt at peace, with none of the conflicting emotions of before, the fear and desire waging war. However, that all came to a shift when she was taken by the hips and pressed into an intimately familiar young man.
Oh.
She'd completely forgotten about Hena in the wash of time. However, the look upon his face and the kiss she was pulled in immediately sought to pull at the heartstrings buried within. The chuckle that escaped her lips was only a little bit forced, years of measuring her words and their tones betraying very little of her true feelings up until that low voice poured into her ear and she felt the flutter of infatuation settle within her gaze as she found Hena's hand raised into the air and his call for more wine.
"I-..."
Then, Chione came back.
The flush returned, but she sought to pair it with her growing intoxication. A low giggle escaped her lips, punctuated with a hiccup as she shifted her hips, pressing herself into Hena's lap as she at last found her words.
"I bumped into Lady Chione at your estate, my dear. She was looking for a Sheifa and I'd just left the company of the most dashing one," she began, weaving her little tale as she reached out for Chione's hand,
"Come, come. All of us can drink together, yes? I'm sure the both of you have met at some Hei function or the other. Though, woe is me to know how the other half lives," she teased, looking between the pair of nobles. Just as she finished speaking, both servers called over by Chione and Hena arrived, laying pitchers and fresh goblets for them to take and enjoy from as Anastasia hummed,
"Shall we, then?"
Chione’s eyes narrowed as she turned back towards her newest lover only to find another had joined Anastasia. The man’s back was to her at first, his hand lifting to signal for wine. What the hell? Huffing slightly in irritation, she began to approach, only to recognize the young man as she grew closer. None other than the youngest Sheifa - Akhenaten himself. Which meant... of course. Her mind put the last pieces together, realizing that her company had been replaced for the evening.
After all, Ana was his lover as well. While she might not make a suitable wife for the Sheifa heir, they could be seen in public together without a care. And Ana had been his first anyway.
Wait, what the hell was this feeling? Since when did she care when one of her numerous lovers had others? This couldn’t be... jealousy? No! She didn’t get jealous. It was a foolish emotion that had always baffled the middle Isazari daughter. It was such a waste of time and energy. Who cared who slept with who and when? But she knew that Hena had bought Anastasia a villa. This wasn’t just sex for them. Not like with her...
His greeting stunned her out of her initial shock. Her eyes narrowed further at his dismissive acknowledgment. How dare he find her forgettable. He had always been off limits because of Nia, but he was still a man. He shouldn’t be that impervious to her charms.
“Yes, we have. I’m usually the one attached to your sister’s other hip,” she answered dryly. Ana pressed herself into his lap all the more, and something about that motion stung, pressing the air from her lungs. Whatever the cause, she didn’t like the feeling. She remained standing before the table, trying to think of how she could flee.
“Since you’ve found more favorable company, I’ll leave you two to enjoy the wine I ordered as my treat,” she began, trying to make a quick exit. She could surely find someone on the way out. Someone to kiss her until this feeling was long gone, until the memory of the Greek woman before her had faded to a fond reminiscence instead of something so viscerally vivid. Something that felt unfinished.
But then Ana spoke, explaining to her beloved. Why did it bother her so much? Especially as she paid him compliments. But she grabbed for Chione’s hand, and that was enough to keep her feet still even as every instinct longed for her to flee, to chase this unpleasant turn down with another man.
She wanted her to stay?
Chione tilted her head slightly, trying to meet the Greek woman’s eye, a question in her blue depths. Was she only playing at being polite? Or did she truly want Chione to remain? Would pleasing Anastasia be worth enduring whatever this hollow feeling was?
“I’d hate to intrude,” she began, hesitance in her voice. Yet there was something about this woman that twisted at her heart, that made her want to stay, even if it might be torture. She couldn’t bring herself to walk away so soon. “I suppose a drink or two couldn’t hurt,” she conceded finally, moving at last to sit at the table with them.
As she sat though, she realized she had no idea how to navigate this situation. Not when it was all she could do to keep from tearing Ana’s clothes off here and now or leaping forward to remove Akhenaten’s hands from her body. The body that Chione had pleasured not too long ago. That she wanted to lay hands on again.
She snapped to attention then, pouring herself an overfilled cup of wine. She had to stop thinking of such things or she would never survive this night. As if the Anastasia situation wasn’t awkward enough, she didn’t know what to say around the youngest Sheifa. Usually Nia was always between them, and she was quickly realizing how her friend was the one most inclined to talking.
Chione wasn’t an awkward person. But everything about this situation was uncomfortable. Why was she staying? She didn’t even need to ask herself. It was those large brown eyes that had begged her to stay without saying even a word. Now it was Chione’s turn to speak with her eyes. This was awkward and if the tension wasn’t broken soon, then she wouldn’t remain much longer.
Taking a moment to sip at her drink, her mind raced for something, anything to say that wasn’t idiotic small talk. And coming up with... absolutely nothing. “Good wine this evening,” she finally said with a hint of a cringe. “Though I suppose Akhenaten has some catching up to do, since us girls have already gotten quite the head start, isn’t that right, Ana?”
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Chione’s eyes narrowed as she turned back towards her newest lover only to find another had joined Anastasia. The man’s back was to her at first, his hand lifting to signal for wine. What the hell? Huffing slightly in irritation, she began to approach, only to recognize the young man as she grew closer. None other than the youngest Sheifa - Akhenaten himself. Which meant... of course. Her mind put the last pieces together, realizing that her company had been replaced for the evening.
After all, Ana was his lover as well. While she might not make a suitable wife for the Sheifa heir, they could be seen in public together without a care. And Ana had been his first anyway.
Wait, what the hell was this feeling? Since when did she care when one of her numerous lovers had others? This couldn’t be... jealousy? No! She didn’t get jealous. It was a foolish emotion that had always baffled the middle Isazari daughter. It was such a waste of time and energy. Who cared who slept with who and when? But she knew that Hena had bought Anastasia a villa. This wasn’t just sex for them. Not like with her...
His greeting stunned her out of her initial shock. Her eyes narrowed further at his dismissive acknowledgment. How dare he find her forgettable. He had always been off limits because of Nia, but he was still a man. He shouldn’t be that impervious to her charms.
“Yes, we have. I’m usually the one attached to your sister’s other hip,” she answered dryly. Ana pressed herself into his lap all the more, and something about that motion stung, pressing the air from her lungs. Whatever the cause, she didn’t like the feeling. She remained standing before the table, trying to think of how she could flee.
“Since you’ve found more favorable company, I’ll leave you two to enjoy the wine I ordered as my treat,” she began, trying to make a quick exit. She could surely find someone on the way out. Someone to kiss her until this feeling was long gone, until the memory of the Greek woman before her had faded to a fond reminiscence instead of something so viscerally vivid. Something that felt unfinished.
But then Ana spoke, explaining to her beloved. Why did it bother her so much? Especially as she paid him compliments. But she grabbed for Chione’s hand, and that was enough to keep her feet still even as every instinct longed for her to flee, to chase this unpleasant turn down with another man.
She wanted her to stay?
Chione tilted her head slightly, trying to meet the Greek woman’s eye, a question in her blue depths. Was she only playing at being polite? Or did she truly want Chione to remain? Would pleasing Anastasia be worth enduring whatever this hollow feeling was?
“I’d hate to intrude,” she began, hesitance in her voice. Yet there was something about this woman that twisted at her heart, that made her want to stay, even if it might be torture. She couldn’t bring herself to walk away so soon. “I suppose a drink or two couldn’t hurt,” she conceded finally, moving at last to sit at the table with them.
As she sat though, she realized she had no idea how to navigate this situation. Not when it was all she could do to keep from tearing Ana’s clothes off here and now or leaping forward to remove Akhenaten’s hands from her body. The body that Chione had pleasured not too long ago. That she wanted to lay hands on again.
She snapped to attention then, pouring herself an overfilled cup of wine. She had to stop thinking of such things or she would never survive this night. As if the Anastasia situation wasn’t awkward enough, she didn’t know what to say around the youngest Sheifa. Usually Nia was always between them, and she was quickly realizing how her friend was the one most inclined to talking.
Chione wasn’t an awkward person. But everything about this situation was uncomfortable. Why was she staying? She didn’t even need to ask herself. It was those large brown eyes that had begged her to stay without saying even a word. Now it was Chione’s turn to speak with her eyes. This was awkward and if the tension wasn’t broken soon, then she wouldn’t remain much longer.
Taking a moment to sip at her drink, her mind raced for something, anything to say that wasn’t idiotic small talk. And coming up with... absolutely nothing. “Good wine this evening,” she finally said with a hint of a cringe. “Though I suppose Akhenaten has some catching up to do, since us girls have already gotten quite the head start, isn’t that right, Ana?”
Chione’s eyes narrowed as she turned back towards her newest lover only to find another had joined Anastasia. The man’s back was to her at first, his hand lifting to signal for wine. What the hell? Huffing slightly in irritation, she began to approach, only to recognize the young man as she grew closer. None other than the youngest Sheifa - Akhenaten himself. Which meant... of course. Her mind put the last pieces together, realizing that her company had been replaced for the evening.
After all, Ana was his lover as well. While she might not make a suitable wife for the Sheifa heir, they could be seen in public together without a care. And Ana had been his first anyway.
Wait, what the hell was this feeling? Since when did she care when one of her numerous lovers had others? This couldn’t be... jealousy? No! She didn’t get jealous. It was a foolish emotion that had always baffled the middle Isazari daughter. It was such a waste of time and energy. Who cared who slept with who and when? But she knew that Hena had bought Anastasia a villa. This wasn’t just sex for them. Not like with her...
His greeting stunned her out of her initial shock. Her eyes narrowed further at his dismissive acknowledgment. How dare he find her forgettable. He had always been off limits because of Nia, but he was still a man. He shouldn’t be that impervious to her charms.
“Yes, we have. I’m usually the one attached to your sister’s other hip,” she answered dryly. Ana pressed herself into his lap all the more, and something about that motion stung, pressing the air from her lungs. Whatever the cause, she didn’t like the feeling. She remained standing before the table, trying to think of how she could flee.
“Since you’ve found more favorable company, I’ll leave you two to enjoy the wine I ordered as my treat,” she began, trying to make a quick exit. She could surely find someone on the way out. Someone to kiss her until this feeling was long gone, until the memory of the Greek woman before her had faded to a fond reminiscence instead of something so viscerally vivid. Something that felt unfinished.
But then Ana spoke, explaining to her beloved. Why did it bother her so much? Especially as she paid him compliments. But she grabbed for Chione’s hand, and that was enough to keep her feet still even as every instinct longed for her to flee, to chase this unpleasant turn down with another man.
She wanted her to stay?
Chione tilted her head slightly, trying to meet the Greek woman’s eye, a question in her blue depths. Was she only playing at being polite? Or did she truly want Chione to remain? Would pleasing Anastasia be worth enduring whatever this hollow feeling was?
“I’d hate to intrude,” she began, hesitance in her voice. Yet there was something about this woman that twisted at her heart, that made her want to stay, even if it might be torture. She couldn’t bring herself to walk away so soon. “I suppose a drink or two couldn’t hurt,” she conceded finally, moving at last to sit at the table with them.
As she sat though, she realized she had no idea how to navigate this situation. Not when it was all she could do to keep from tearing Ana’s clothes off here and now or leaping forward to remove Akhenaten’s hands from her body. The body that Chione had pleasured not too long ago. That she wanted to lay hands on again.
She snapped to attention then, pouring herself an overfilled cup of wine. She had to stop thinking of such things or she would never survive this night. As if the Anastasia situation wasn’t awkward enough, she didn’t know what to say around the youngest Sheifa. Usually Nia was always between them, and she was quickly realizing how her friend was the one most inclined to talking.
Chione wasn’t an awkward person. But everything about this situation was uncomfortable. Why was she staying? She didn’t even need to ask herself. It was those large brown eyes that had begged her to stay without saying even a word. Now it was Chione’s turn to speak with her eyes. This was awkward and if the tension wasn’t broken soon, then she wouldn’t remain much longer.
Taking a moment to sip at her drink, her mind raced for something, anything to say that wasn’t idiotic small talk. And coming up with... absolutely nothing. “Good wine this evening,” she finally said with a hint of a cringe. “Though I suppose Akhenaten has some catching up to do, since us girls have already gotten quite the head start, isn’t that right, Ana?”
Hena moved to sit on a chair at the table, pulling Ana down into his lap with him without a second thought. He was a noble, and even if he was married, he doubted anyone would be surprised to see him sitting with a woman in his lap. His reputation was that of a man who took his pleasure where ever and when ever he wanted, whether it was alcohol, opium or women. Who ever he was married to, he would marry for political reasons, but he had absolutely no plans to stop being with Ana, even while married. His future wife would just need to deal with that.
He felt something weird between the two women, some sort of tension as Chione made to leave and Ana asked her to stay. Hena was not oblivious to his lovers attentions to women, more than once he had caught her gaze upon the form of a beautiful woman, a look very close to longing in her eyes. It did not bother him, if Ana wished to take her pleasure with another woman, then he had no problems with that. Had he suspected she had lain with another man though? That would be a different problem. Especially after their discussion at the villa the day he had first shown her it.
The little thing between these two, what ever it was, would only become a problem if Ana’s love were to turn from him. Sex was one thing, but if the bard were to betray Hena in such a way, to break a heart that had never truly loved anyone other than his sister until now, she would find herself on the wrong side of his wrath.
“Right. I thought you seemed familiar from some where. Though I do not tend to get to know my sisters friends.” He stated simply, which was true. When Nia tended to spend time with her friends, Hena would make himself scarce. As much as Nia was his absolute best friend, he wouldn’t smother her with his presence.
“I am sure I will catch up soon enough.” He stated, taking one of the cups of wine that the server had poured for him, taking a drink as if to emphasis his point. He set the cup down and his arms wrapped once more around Ana, pulling her in as close to him as possible, as if to send a message that she was his.
“What is it that you two have found yourselves up to then? Must have been important for it to stop your search for a H’Sheifa, Chione.” He said, wondering how they would both react to the question. Ana had stated that Chione had been looking for a H’Sheifa at their house, and yet she had instead found the company of Ana and seemingly been taken from what ever task had seen her set foot in their house in the first place, despite several of his family members being home.
While it was not confirmed, he had his ideas of what might have distracted her. He couldn’t say he blamed her if it was what he thought, Ana had a way of enchanting people. Himself included.
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Hena moved to sit on a chair at the table, pulling Ana down into his lap with him without a second thought. He was a noble, and even if he was married, he doubted anyone would be surprised to see him sitting with a woman in his lap. His reputation was that of a man who took his pleasure where ever and when ever he wanted, whether it was alcohol, opium or women. Who ever he was married to, he would marry for political reasons, but he had absolutely no plans to stop being with Ana, even while married. His future wife would just need to deal with that.
He felt something weird between the two women, some sort of tension as Chione made to leave and Ana asked her to stay. Hena was not oblivious to his lovers attentions to women, more than once he had caught her gaze upon the form of a beautiful woman, a look very close to longing in her eyes. It did not bother him, if Ana wished to take her pleasure with another woman, then he had no problems with that. Had he suspected she had lain with another man though? That would be a different problem. Especially after their discussion at the villa the day he had first shown her it.
The little thing between these two, what ever it was, would only become a problem if Ana’s love were to turn from him. Sex was one thing, but if the bard were to betray Hena in such a way, to break a heart that had never truly loved anyone other than his sister until now, she would find herself on the wrong side of his wrath.
“Right. I thought you seemed familiar from some where. Though I do not tend to get to know my sisters friends.” He stated simply, which was true. When Nia tended to spend time with her friends, Hena would make himself scarce. As much as Nia was his absolute best friend, he wouldn’t smother her with his presence.
“I am sure I will catch up soon enough.” He stated, taking one of the cups of wine that the server had poured for him, taking a drink as if to emphasis his point. He set the cup down and his arms wrapped once more around Ana, pulling her in as close to him as possible, as if to send a message that she was his.
“What is it that you two have found yourselves up to then? Must have been important for it to stop your search for a H’Sheifa, Chione.” He said, wondering how they would both react to the question. Ana had stated that Chione had been looking for a H’Sheifa at their house, and yet she had instead found the company of Ana and seemingly been taken from what ever task had seen her set foot in their house in the first place, despite several of his family members being home.
While it was not confirmed, he had his ideas of what might have distracted her. He couldn’t say he blamed her if it was what he thought, Ana had a way of enchanting people. Himself included.
Hena moved to sit on a chair at the table, pulling Ana down into his lap with him without a second thought. He was a noble, and even if he was married, he doubted anyone would be surprised to see him sitting with a woman in his lap. His reputation was that of a man who took his pleasure where ever and when ever he wanted, whether it was alcohol, opium or women. Who ever he was married to, he would marry for political reasons, but he had absolutely no plans to stop being with Ana, even while married. His future wife would just need to deal with that.
He felt something weird between the two women, some sort of tension as Chione made to leave and Ana asked her to stay. Hena was not oblivious to his lovers attentions to women, more than once he had caught her gaze upon the form of a beautiful woman, a look very close to longing in her eyes. It did not bother him, if Ana wished to take her pleasure with another woman, then he had no problems with that. Had he suspected she had lain with another man though? That would be a different problem. Especially after their discussion at the villa the day he had first shown her it.
The little thing between these two, what ever it was, would only become a problem if Ana’s love were to turn from him. Sex was one thing, but if the bard were to betray Hena in such a way, to break a heart that had never truly loved anyone other than his sister until now, she would find herself on the wrong side of his wrath.
“Right. I thought you seemed familiar from some where. Though I do not tend to get to know my sisters friends.” He stated simply, which was true. When Nia tended to spend time with her friends, Hena would make himself scarce. As much as Nia was his absolute best friend, he wouldn’t smother her with his presence.
“I am sure I will catch up soon enough.” He stated, taking one of the cups of wine that the server had poured for him, taking a drink as if to emphasis his point. He set the cup down and his arms wrapped once more around Ana, pulling her in as close to him as possible, as if to send a message that she was his.
“What is it that you two have found yourselves up to then? Must have been important for it to stop your search for a H’Sheifa, Chione.” He said, wondering how they would both react to the question. Ana had stated that Chione had been looking for a H’Sheifa at their house, and yet she had instead found the company of Ana and seemingly been taken from what ever task had seen her set foot in their house in the first place, despite several of his family members being home.
While it was not confirmed, he had his ideas of what might have distracted her. He couldn’t say he blamed her if it was what he thought, Ana had a way of enchanting people. Himself included.
Ana felt she could lift a knife and cut the palpable tension in the air around her. The Greek didn't like it. Tension was complicated, and it spurred on feelings that weren't meant to rise up in the presence of people she cared for quite deeply. Akhenaten's affections were flame, a comfortable heat that she drew closer and closer to. Unexpected and put into question when she'd been invited to linger within Egypt indefinitely... Now there was no doubt in her mind that the charming nobleman was someone she wanted in her life in perpetuity.
What was, however, problematic was the fact that Anastasia and Akhenaten's love was conditional. There were obstacles in it, and while neither of them were interested in marriage in its forms, the fact that Hena had to for political reasons did not escape Ana. However far their romance could go, there was always the fact that there would be another, someone Hena was forced to share his life with. It would be misery, to see him run off to another woman, with whom he felt nothing, but had children with? The very thought of it was enough to upset the woman.
These problems are for future Ana to deal with, she compromised, happy to let the moments linger as they did.
Chione was equally unexpected. A stunning noblewoman who she'd come across in the absence of their corresponding Sheifa link. Never before met or mentioned (clearly because Hena had no idea who she was), the two of them hit it off immediately. Given not-so-explicit permission to pursue sexual indulgence with women, she very much doubted that Hena, even if he figured it out (because mentioning it to him now would be extremely dangerous) would be very upset by any of it.
She just wanted everyone to get along, and it never occurred to her that Chione might be jealous of how Hena held her. In retrospect, it might've been awkward for anyone, to see their lover of not-an-hour ago in the arms of another... She was foolish, maybe. But Chione didn't refuse her invitation, and Hena seemed to have lifted his cold disregard in favour of asking questions.
Questions were good. Questions could be answered with answers that weren't inherently deceitful. Of course, Ana wouldn't leave him in the dark forever. That was her justification. Telling the truth was bad, because of wandering ears and stupid laws but overt lies would...
Why does Hena have to be smart?! He's clearly showing me off. He can see it in her eyes, can't he? His answer.
Ana was furious at her lover for not being like most of his particular sex.
You wouldn't be in love with him if he was, another voice in her offered.
Oh, stop being so godsdamn logical.
Bitterness threatened to break her smile up until she shuffled herself off from Hena's lap. Instead, as a consolation, she turned his head towards her, placing a brief kiss upon his lips before she snaked an arm along the table, claiming her tankard. The easy grin settled upon her lips, a facsimile that was well-practised at emerging even in the most dire of circumstances.
Best to die with a smile on your face, she'd always thought.
"Do you think so? I'd like to see you try," she quipped, lifting the newly-filled tankard so that some mead wet her tongue and she could buy a moment to think of that explanation she needed so desperately.
"Well, this amazing lady was looking for your sister. It seemed such a waste of her time, to leave the home of H'Sheifa with no one else to spend her time with. We've had a lovely day together, getting to know one another. She showed me the most beautiful dress. I'll surprise you with it soon, my love."
With a quick glance towards Chione, it took every ounce of her patience to not wink at the woman or thread her bare leg against hers. Practicing self-restraint around either of these beautiful people was a herculean task to ask of her.
"We hit it off right away. She might be my new best friend."
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Ana felt she could lift a knife and cut the palpable tension in the air around her. The Greek didn't like it. Tension was complicated, and it spurred on feelings that weren't meant to rise up in the presence of people she cared for quite deeply. Akhenaten's affections were flame, a comfortable heat that she drew closer and closer to. Unexpected and put into question when she'd been invited to linger within Egypt indefinitely... Now there was no doubt in her mind that the charming nobleman was someone she wanted in her life in perpetuity.
What was, however, problematic was the fact that Anastasia and Akhenaten's love was conditional. There were obstacles in it, and while neither of them were interested in marriage in its forms, the fact that Hena had to for political reasons did not escape Ana. However far their romance could go, there was always the fact that there would be another, someone Hena was forced to share his life with. It would be misery, to see him run off to another woman, with whom he felt nothing, but had children with? The very thought of it was enough to upset the woman.
These problems are for future Ana to deal with, she compromised, happy to let the moments linger as they did.
Chione was equally unexpected. A stunning noblewoman who she'd come across in the absence of their corresponding Sheifa link. Never before met or mentioned (clearly because Hena had no idea who she was), the two of them hit it off immediately. Given not-so-explicit permission to pursue sexual indulgence with women, she very much doubted that Hena, even if he figured it out (because mentioning it to him now would be extremely dangerous) would be very upset by any of it.
She just wanted everyone to get along, and it never occurred to her that Chione might be jealous of how Hena held her. In retrospect, it might've been awkward for anyone, to see their lover of not-an-hour ago in the arms of another... She was foolish, maybe. But Chione didn't refuse her invitation, and Hena seemed to have lifted his cold disregard in favour of asking questions.
Questions were good. Questions could be answered with answers that weren't inherently deceitful. Of course, Ana wouldn't leave him in the dark forever. That was her justification. Telling the truth was bad, because of wandering ears and stupid laws but overt lies would...
Why does Hena have to be smart?! He's clearly showing me off. He can see it in her eyes, can't he? His answer.
Ana was furious at her lover for not being like most of his particular sex.
You wouldn't be in love with him if he was, another voice in her offered.
Oh, stop being so godsdamn logical.
Bitterness threatened to break her smile up until she shuffled herself off from Hena's lap. Instead, as a consolation, she turned his head towards her, placing a brief kiss upon his lips before she snaked an arm along the table, claiming her tankard. The easy grin settled upon her lips, a facsimile that was well-practised at emerging even in the most dire of circumstances.
Best to die with a smile on your face, she'd always thought.
"Do you think so? I'd like to see you try," she quipped, lifting the newly-filled tankard so that some mead wet her tongue and she could buy a moment to think of that explanation she needed so desperately.
"Well, this amazing lady was looking for your sister. It seemed such a waste of her time, to leave the home of H'Sheifa with no one else to spend her time with. We've had a lovely day together, getting to know one another. She showed me the most beautiful dress. I'll surprise you with it soon, my love."
With a quick glance towards Chione, it took every ounce of her patience to not wink at the woman or thread her bare leg against hers. Practicing self-restraint around either of these beautiful people was a herculean task to ask of her.
"We hit it off right away. She might be my new best friend."
Ana felt she could lift a knife and cut the palpable tension in the air around her. The Greek didn't like it. Tension was complicated, and it spurred on feelings that weren't meant to rise up in the presence of people she cared for quite deeply. Akhenaten's affections were flame, a comfortable heat that she drew closer and closer to. Unexpected and put into question when she'd been invited to linger within Egypt indefinitely... Now there was no doubt in her mind that the charming nobleman was someone she wanted in her life in perpetuity.
What was, however, problematic was the fact that Anastasia and Akhenaten's love was conditional. There were obstacles in it, and while neither of them were interested in marriage in its forms, the fact that Hena had to for political reasons did not escape Ana. However far their romance could go, there was always the fact that there would be another, someone Hena was forced to share his life with. It would be misery, to see him run off to another woman, with whom he felt nothing, but had children with? The very thought of it was enough to upset the woman.
These problems are for future Ana to deal with, she compromised, happy to let the moments linger as they did.
Chione was equally unexpected. A stunning noblewoman who she'd come across in the absence of their corresponding Sheifa link. Never before met or mentioned (clearly because Hena had no idea who she was), the two of them hit it off immediately. Given not-so-explicit permission to pursue sexual indulgence with women, she very much doubted that Hena, even if he figured it out (because mentioning it to him now would be extremely dangerous) would be very upset by any of it.
She just wanted everyone to get along, and it never occurred to her that Chione might be jealous of how Hena held her. In retrospect, it might've been awkward for anyone, to see their lover of not-an-hour ago in the arms of another... She was foolish, maybe. But Chione didn't refuse her invitation, and Hena seemed to have lifted his cold disregard in favour of asking questions.
Questions were good. Questions could be answered with answers that weren't inherently deceitful. Of course, Ana wouldn't leave him in the dark forever. That was her justification. Telling the truth was bad, because of wandering ears and stupid laws but overt lies would...
Why does Hena have to be smart?! He's clearly showing me off. He can see it in her eyes, can't he? His answer.
Ana was furious at her lover for not being like most of his particular sex.
You wouldn't be in love with him if he was, another voice in her offered.
Oh, stop being so godsdamn logical.
Bitterness threatened to break her smile up until she shuffled herself off from Hena's lap. Instead, as a consolation, she turned his head towards her, placing a brief kiss upon his lips before she snaked an arm along the table, claiming her tankard. The easy grin settled upon her lips, a facsimile that was well-practised at emerging even in the most dire of circumstances.
Best to die with a smile on your face, she'd always thought.
"Do you think so? I'd like to see you try," she quipped, lifting the newly-filled tankard so that some mead wet her tongue and she could buy a moment to think of that explanation she needed so desperately.
"Well, this amazing lady was looking for your sister. It seemed such a waste of her time, to leave the home of H'Sheifa with no one else to spend her time with. We've had a lovely day together, getting to know one another. She showed me the most beautiful dress. I'll surprise you with it soon, my love."
With a quick glance towards Chione, it took every ounce of her patience to not wink at the woman or thread her bare leg against hers. Practicing self-restraint around either of these beautiful people was a herculean task to ask of her.
"We hit it off right away. She might be my new best friend."
It didn’t escape Chione’s notice the way the young noble was flaunting his claim over the bard. What concerned her was why he felt the need to. Unless... could he suspect? Did he know of Ana’s... inclinations? Did he care? What would he think of her own involvement? Would he turn her in to turn his mistress away from her?
No. It was too soon to panic. There was no reason for him to suspect. She could play it cool. Perhaps he was simply always that... demonstrative of his affection for the Greek woman. Chione could almost understand that herself. There was something incredibly alluring about her. Instead, the noblewoman leveled Hena with a cool gaze and gave a small shrug. “That makes sense. I can understand why she might not want her baby brother to accompany her for the sort of mischief we get into,” she said with a smirk and shrug. A subtle dig that was easily veiled in gracious agreement.
She deliberately avoided looking at Anastasia as she made her quip, almost squirming beneath her smile. Perhaps Chione would be the only one to recognize those nerves. After all, she felt them as well. Much as she had enjoyed Ana’s company and found herself craving more, she very much wanted to keep her head attached.
Her gaze only shifted as Ana interjected, explaining away her presence. Chione nodded, an easy smile coming to her lips. “You’re in luck, it seems I’m in the market for one of those,” she teased with a low laugh, turning back towards Hena. “Your sister has become most elusive, I’m afraid. Ana here was kind enough to save me from another night heading to the taverns on my own.” She paused, giving a coy shrug. “Not that I ever leave alone.”
She raised her cup to her lips, taking a sip as she held Hena’s gaze. After a moment, she looked away, pretending to survey the crowd around them, as though looking for prospects. “Now that you’ve joined us, I might just have to find myself a little company too.” Was it terrible that a little voice in her head hope Ana felt just a twinge of dismay at the notion of her running off with some other man. It was bad enough that she was feeling things herself - the notion that she might be the only one of them at all distressed was unbearable.
As if to accent her point, she stood from her seat to give a spin, showing off her barely there dress. “I think even a man as besotted as you can agree that beauty such as this deserves to be properly appreciated.” She paused a moment to preen before sliding back in her seat again, finally looking at Ana once more. “Though just wait until you see the dress Ana mentioned. I’ll be surprised if you let her step outside,” she continued with a teasing wink. She had to bury this jealousy - any indication that his possessive touches even registered to her.
They were just friends. That’s all she had to convince him of. After all, lines of friendship weren’t so rigid here. A knowing look could be an inside joke between ladies rather than a torrid affair. At least, that was how it would look from the outside. That’s how it had to look. She had to stay, had to see this through until he no longer thought there was anything between them. He could think her nothing more than some shallow, petulant woman. She cared nothing for his opinion. So long as he believed her nothing of concern.
Still, a part of her wanted to walk away. From this situation, even from the woman who had drawn her here. She had never had an issue walking away from a lover before, especially if things turned complicated. Yet even now.... she wanted to feel the smaller woman against her once more. Enough to consider continuing this suffering for no reason other than the chance at having her again. What sort of spell had this bard cast over her with this forbidden passion?
She had to get her out of her system. A temptation like this was far too strong to be safe.
All this she hid behind a smile as she refreshed her tankard with more wine. “It’s most fortunate I crossed paths with your Anastasia here. She has proven to be quite entertaining. So many fascinating stories to share.” She leaned forward with a conspiratorial whisper. “And the influence of wine and poppy only make them all the better. Such exquisite taste.” She lifted her cup in a toast. “A new best friend indeed!”
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It didn’t escape Chione’s notice the way the young noble was flaunting his claim over the bard. What concerned her was why he felt the need to. Unless... could he suspect? Did he know of Ana’s... inclinations? Did he care? What would he think of her own involvement? Would he turn her in to turn his mistress away from her?
No. It was too soon to panic. There was no reason for him to suspect. She could play it cool. Perhaps he was simply always that... demonstrative of his affection for the Greek woman. Chione could almost understand that herself. There was something incredibly alluring about her. Instead, the noblewoman leveled Hena with a cool gaze and gave a small shrug. “That makes sense. I can understand why she might not want her baby brother to accompany her for the sort of mischief we get into,” she said with a smirk and shrug. A subtle dig that was easily veiled in gracious agreement.
She deliberately avoided looking at Anastasia as she made her quip, almost squirming beneath her smile. Perhaps Chione would be the only one to recognize those nerves. After all, she felt them as well. Much as she had enjoyed Ana’s company and found herself craving more, she very much wanted to keep her head attached.
Her gaze only shifted as Ana interjected, explaining away her presence. Chione nodded, an easy smile coming to her lips. “You’re in luck, it seems I’m in the market for one of those,” she teased with a low laugh, turning back towards Hena. “Your sister has become most elusive, I’m afraid. Ana here was kind enough to save me from another night heading to the taverns on my own.” She paused, giving a coy shrug. “Not that I ever leave alone.”
She raised her cup to her lips, taking a sip as she held Hena’s gaze. After a moment, she looked away, pretending to survey the crowd around them, as though looking for prospects. “Now that you’ve joined us, I might just have to find myself a little company too.” Was it terrible that a little voice in her head hope Ana felt just a twinge of dismay at the notion of her running off with some other man. It was bad enough that she was feeling things herself - the notion that she might be the only one of them at all distressed was unbearable.
As if to accent her point, she stood from her seat to give a spin, showing off her barely there dress. “I think even a man as besotted as you can agree that beauty such as this deserves to be properly appreciated.” She paused a moment to preen before sliding back in her seat again, finally looking at Ana once more. “Though just wait until you see the dress Ana mentioned. I’ll be surprised if you let her step outside,” she continued with a teasing wink. She had to bury this jealousy - any indication that his possessive touches even registered to her.
They were just friends. That’s all she had to convince him of. After all, lines of friendship weren’t so rigid here. A knowing look could be an inside joke between ladies rather than a torrid affair. At least, that was how it would look from the outside. That’s how it had to look. She had to stay, had to see this through until he no longer thought there was anything between them. He could think her nothing more than some shallow, petulant woman. She cared nothing for his opinion. So long as he believed her nothing of concern.
Still, a part of her wanted to walk away. From this situation, even from the woman who had drawn her here. She had never had an issue walking away from a lover before, especially if things turned complicated. Yet even now.... she wanted to feel the smaller woman against her once more. Enough to consider continuing this suffering for no reason other than the chance at having her again. What sort of spell had this bard cast over her with this forbidden passion?
She had to get her out of her system. A temptation like this was far too strong to be safe.
All this she hid behind a smile as she refreshed her tankard with more wine. “It’s most fortunate I crossed paths with your Anastasia here. She has proven to be quite entertaining. So many fascinating stories to share.” She leaned forward with a conspiratorial whisper. “And the influence of wine and poppy only make them all the better. Such exquisite taste.” She lifted her cup in a toast. “A new best friend indeed!”
It didn’t escape Chione’s notice the way the young noble was flaunting his claim over the bard. What concerned her was why he felt the need to. Unless... could he suspect? Did he know of Ana’s... inclinations? Did he care? What would he think of her own involvement? Would he turn her in to turn his mistress away from her?
No. It was too soon to panic. There was no reason for him to suspect. She could play it cool. Perhaps he was simply always that... demonstrative of his affection for the Greek woman. Chione could almost understand that herself. There was something incredibly alluring about her. Instead, the noblewoman leveled Hena with a cool gaze and gave a small shrug. “That makes sense. I can understand why she might not want her baby brother to accompany her for the sort of mischief we get into,” she said with a smirk and shrug. A subtle dig that was easily veiled in gracious agreement.
She deliberately avoided looking at Anastasia as she made her quip, almost squirming beneath her smile. Perhaps Chione would be the only one to recognize those nerves. After all, she felt them as well. Much as she had enjoyed Ana’s company and found herself craving more, she very much wanted to keep her head attached.
Her gaze only shifted as Ana interjected, explaining away her presence. Chione nodded, an easy smile coming to her lips. “You’re in luck, it seems I’m in the market for one of those,” she teased with a low laugh, turning back towards Hena. “Your sister has become most elusive, I’m afraid. Ana here was kind enough to save me from another night heading to the taverns on my own.” She paused, giving a coy shrug. “Not that I ever leave alone.”
She raised her cup to her lips, taking a sip as she held Hena’s gaze. After a moment, she looked away, pretending to survey the crowd around them, as though looking for prospects. “Now that you’ve joined us, I might just have to find myself a little company too.” Was it terrible that a little voice in her head hope Ana felt just a twinge of dismay at the notion of her running off with some other man. It was bad enough that she was feeling things herself - the notion that she might be the only one of them at all distressed was unbearable.
As if to accent her point, she stood from her seat to give a spin, showing off her barely there dress. “I think even a man as besotted as you can agree that beauty such as this deserves to be properly appreciated.” She paused a moment to preen before sliding back in her seat again, finally looking at Ana once more. “Though just wait until you see the dress Ana mentioned. I’ll be surprised if you let her step outside,” she continued with a teasing wink. She had to bury this jealousy - any indication that his possessive touches even registered to her.
They were just friends. That’s all she had to convince him of. After all, lines of friendship weren’t so rigid here. A knowing look could be an inside joke between ladies rather than a torrid affair. At least, that was how it would look from the outside. That’s how it had to look. She had to stay, had to see this through until he no longer thought there was anything between them. He could think her nothing more than some shallow, petulant woman. She cared nothing for his opinion. So long as he believed her nothing of concern.
Still, a part of her wanted to walk away. From this situation, even from the woman who had drawn her here. She had never had an issue walking away from a lover before, especially if things turned complicated. Yet even now.... she wanted to feel the smaller woman against her once more. Enough to consider continuing this suffering for no reason other than the chance at having her again. What sort of spell had this bard cast over her with this forbidden passion?
She had to get her out of her system. A temptation like this was far too strong to be safe.
All this she hid behind a smile as she refreshed her tankard with more wine. “It’s most fortunate I crossed paths with your Anastasia here. She has proven to be quite entertaining. So many fascinating stories to share.” She leaned forward with a conspiratorial whisper. “And the influence of wine and poppy only make them all the better. Such exquisite taste.” She lifted her cup in a toast. “A new best friend indeed!”
There was just something that Hena didn’t like about the situation, though he couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was. There was something lingering in the air between the three of them, something other than the tension that had all of them on edge with each other. Hena decided then and there he would not divulge himself in too much wine, he wanted his mind about him. He would figure out what this was, what had him feeling so oddly about his lover and his sisters friend, and their supposedly chance meeting. He could hear Nia calling him paranoid in his head, but he didn’t care. Something was off.
His suspicions were heightened as Ana shuffled off his lap. Why was it then, that she was against displaying themselves as lovers? She had never been before. Strange.
The challenge was there, presented for him to catch up to them, an attempt to get him drunk and not thinking straight, he was sure of it. These women were up to something, and while he had previously felt that he could trust Ana, that deep inner voice that had only recently started speaking up, told him not to believe them, not to trust either of them.
Her comment about the dress was noted, but not acknowledged. The H’Sheifa heir was in full paranoid mode, and his mind had turned to such thoughts and would not easily be turned from such things.
“Or perhaps you just simply aren’t as close to my sister as you think you are.” He snarled, that had hit a sore spot with him. Nia would never leave him out of something. The very thought that someone was closer to his sister than he was brought about a flare of anger. A dangerous thing, and one that he was in control enough to push down for now. He dampened it with a drink of wine, letting the liquid flow through his veins as he took a moment to cool off. The comment was not likely meant to be the way he had taken it, but his already suspicious mood had him more on edge than usual.
There it was again, when Chione mentioned Ana’s stories, and wine and poppy. Something there, a suspicion within Hena.
“I know such things all too well. Many times I have found myself enthralled with the beauty of her words, as well as the woman herself.” He replied back. He turned his brown eyes on Ana for a minute, and while there was a bit of tenderness for the woman there, his gaze was a bit colder than usual. One of suspicion and question.
He pulled his gaze from her and put on a fake smile, one that was easily practised and would seem genuine.
“Apologies for my mood, ladies. It has been a long day, and one that has been full of important business. Such topics tend to sour the day.” He said, as if his earlier attitude could be attributed to his business dealings from earlier in the day.
“Drinks are on me for the rest of the night, drink as much as you’d like.” He offered, a flash of his wealth, something Hena enjoyed doing quite often. There was hardly a time when he wasn’t showing off his families massive fortune.
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There was just something that Hena didn’t like about the situation, though he couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was. There was something lingering in the air between the three of them, something other than the tension that had all of them on edge with each other. Hena decided then and there he would not divulge himself in too much wine, he wanted his mind about him. He would figure out what this was, what had him feeling so oddly about his lover and his sisters friend, and their supposedly chance meeting. He could hear Nia calling him paranoid in his head, but he didn’t care. Something was off.
His suspicions were heightened as Ana shuffled off his lap. Why was it then, that she was against displaying themselves as lovers? She had never been before. Strange.
The challenge was there, presented for him to catch up to them, an attempt to get him drunk and not thinking straight, he was sure of it. These women were up to something, and while he had previously felt that he could trust Ana, that deep inner voice that had only recently started speaking up, told him not to believe them, not to trust either of them.
Her comment about the dress was noted, but not acknowledged. The H’Sheifa heir was in full paranoid mode, and his mind had turned to such thoughts and would not easily be turned from such things.
“Or perhaps you just simply aren’t as close to my sister as you think you are.” He snarled, that had hit a sore spot with him. Nia would never leave him out of something. The very thought that someone was closer to his sister than he was brought about a flare of anger. A dangerous thing, and one that he was in control enough to push down for now. He dampened it with a drink of wine, letting the liquid flow through his veins as he took a moment to cool off. The comment was not likely meant to be the way he had taken it, but his already suspicious mood had him more on edge than usual.
There it was again, when Chione mentioned Ana’s stories, and wine and poppy. Something there, a suspicion within Hena.
“I know such things all too well. Many times I have found myself enthralled with the beauty of her words, as well as the woman herself.” He replied back. He turned his brown eyes on Ana for a minute, and while there was a bit of tenderness for the woman there, his gaze was a bit colder than usual. One of suspicion and question.
He pulled his gaze from her and put on a fake smile, one that was easily practised and would seem genuine.
“Apologies for my mood, ladies. It has been a long day, and one that has been full of important business. Such topics tend to sour the day.” He said, as if his earlier attitude could be attributed to his business dealings from earlier in the day.
“Drinks are on me for the rest of the night, drink as much as you’d like.” He offered, a flash of his wealth, something Hena enjoyed doing quite often. There was hardly a time when he wasn’t showing off his families massive fortune.
There was just something that Hena didn’t like about the situation, though he couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was. There was something lingering in the air between the three of them, something other than the tension that had all of them on edge with each other. Hena decided then and there he would not divulge himself in too much wine, he wanted his mind about him. He would figure out what this was, what had him feeling so oddly about his lover and his sisters friend, and their supposedly chance meeting. He could hear Nia calling him paranoid in his head, but he didn’t care. Something was off.
His suspicions were heightened as Ana shuffled off his lap. Why was it then, that she was against displaying themselves as lovers? She had never been before. Strange.
The challenge was there, presented for him to catch up to them, an attempt to get him drunk and not thinking straight, he was sure of it. These women were up to something, and while he had previously felt that he could trust Ana, that deep inner voice that had only recently started speaking up, told him not to believe them, not to trust either of them.
Her comment about the dress was noted, but not acknowledged. The H’Sheifa heir was in full paranoid mode, and his mind had turned to such thoughts and would not easily be turned from such things.
“Or perhaps you just simply aren’t as close to my sister as you think you are.” He snarled, that had hit a sore spot with him. Nia would never leave him out of something. The very thought that someone was closer to his sister than he was brought about a flare of anger. A dangerous thing, and one that he was in control enough to push down for now. He dampened it with a drink of wine, letting the liquid flow through his veins as he took a moment to cool off. The comment was not likely meant to be the way he had taken it, but his already suspicious mood had him more on edge than usual.
There it was again, when Chione mentioned Ana’s stories, and wine and poppy. Something there, a suspicion within Hena.
“I know such things all too well. Many times I have found myself enthralled with the beauty of her words, as well as the woman herself.” He replied back. He turned his brown eyes on Ana for a minute, and while there was a bit of tenderness for the woman there, his gaze was a bit colder than usual. One of suspicion and question.
He pulled his gaze from her and put on a fake smile, one that was easily practised and would seem genuine.
“Apologies for my mood, ladies. It has been a long day, and one that has been full of important business. Such topics tend to sour the day.” He said, as if his earlier attitude could be attributed to his business dealings from earlier in the day.
“Drinks are on me for the rest of the night, drink as much as you’d like.” He offered, a flash of his wealth, something Hena enjoyed doing quite often. There was hardly a time when he wasn’t showing off his families massive fortune.
Anastasia enjoyed being showed off. It seemed a lifetime ago, an epoch long since left behind that she'd done it herself. Anastasia of the Siren's Song, or even the Fallen Star in her time in Egypt... While one identity was more prevalent, more powerful, she remembered a time when she brandished herself as something other. She'd have enjoyed being paraded about on Hena's lap in any other situation. But now? It felt like throwing daggers at Chione's chest to do any of that.
In front of anyone else, she knew she'd preen under Hena's attentions.
But, it didn't sit well with her.
She'd sit with all of them in a similar position, between the both of them. Anastasia was certain that inviting Chione to stay was the wrong move, now. She should've smiled, blew her a kiss, thrown her arms around Hena and told her they'd chat some other time. What was happening now... was vile. The two Egyptians' gazes seemed to be burning holes, at each other, and at Ana herself...
"Or perhaps you simply aren't as close to my sister as you think you are."
Cold, indifferent.
First, she'd pulled away from Akhenaten because she wanted to consider Chione's company. If she was forcing a third wheel, she should at least try to make her more comfortable with it. But, Hena's words were hot tea, splashed directly into her face. She'd never spent much time with Hena in the presence of other people. Or rather, they were faceless nobodies, servants or otherwise bound to follow Hena's or even her every command. Or, it was his sister.
The very first time they're in shared company, he lashed out like a snake. A slight tremor carried itself along Anastasia's fingertips, her ill humour failing to be abated by his call to the beauty of her words and such bullshit platitudes. Hena's words were silken and his presence warming, but Anastasia felt nothing but cold distaste brewing in her gut.
Visceral, furious.
She hated it. It felt poisonous, coursing through her veins, creasing her brow. Anastasia boasted so very few wrinkles, marred only by the scars she bore... and she felt it was because anger had no place in her heart. To make her feel anger was to physically assault her, to age her prematurely... The audacity of it all.
She let him finish, but once he made his offer she felt the low hiss escape her throat,
"Apologies," she let out, a sniveling echo of his words.
"Apologize properly to Chione. Your mood doesn't mean you can be an asshole to her and just brush it off with your money."
She reached for her goblet, hoping to drown the fire on her tongue before she made a terrible mess in the tavern they were in.
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Anastasia enjoyed being showed off. It seemed a lifetime ago, an epoch long since left behind that she'd done it herself. Anastasia of the Siren's Song, or even the Fallen Star in her time in Egypt... While one identity was more prevalent, more powerful, she remembered a time when she brandished herself as something other. She'd have enjoyed being paraded about on Hena's lap in any other situation. But now? It felt like throwing daggers at Chione's chest to do any of that.
In front of anyone else, she knew she'd preen under Hena's attentions.
But, it didn't sit well with her.
She'd sit with all of them in a similar position, between the both of them. Anastasia was certain that inviting Chione to stay was the wrong move, now. She should've smiled, blew her a kiss, thrown her arms around Hena and told her they'd chat some other time. What was happening now... was vile. The two Egyptians' gazes seemed to be burning holes, at each other, and at Ana herself...
"Or perhaps you simply aren't as close to my sister as you think you are."
Cold, indifferent.
First, she'd pulled away from Akhenaten because she wanted to consider Chione's company. If she was forcing a third wheel, she should at least try to make her more comfortable with it. But, Hena's words were hot tea, splashed directly into her face. She'd never spent much time with Hena in the presence of other people. Or rather, they were faceless nobodies, servants or otherwise bound to follow Hena's or even her every command. Or, it was his sister.
The very first time they're in shared company, he lashed out like a snake. A slight tremor carried itself along Anastasia's fingertips, her ill humour failing to be abated by his call to the beauty of her words and such bullshit platitudes. Hena's words were silken and his presence warming, but Anastasia felt nothing but cold distaste brewing in her gut.
Visceral, furious.
She hated it. It felt poisonous, coursing through her veins, creasing her brow. Anastasia boasted so very few wrinkles, marred only by the scars she bore... and she felt it was because anger had no place in her heart. To make her feel anger was to physically assault her, to age her prematurely... The audacity of it all.
She let him finish, but once he made his offer she felt the low hiss escape her throat,
"Apologies," she let out, a sniveling echo of his words.
"Apologize properly to Chione. Your mood doesn't mean you can be an asshole to her and just brush it off with your money."
She reached for her goblet, hoping to drown the fire on her tongue before she made a terrible mess in the tavern they were in.
Anastasia enjoyed being showed off. It seemed a lifetime ago, an epoch long since left behind that she'd done it herself. Anastasia of the Siren's Song, or even the Fallen Star in her time in Egypt... While one identity was more prevalent, more powerful, she remembered a time when she brandished herself as something other. She'd have enjoyed being paraded about on Hena's lap in any other situation. But now? It felt like throwing daggers at Chione's chest to do any of that.
In front of anyone else, she knew she'd preen under Hena's attentions.
But, it didn't sit well with her.
She'd sit with all of them in a similar position, between the both of them. Anastasia was certain that inviting Chione to stay was the wrong move, now. She should've smiled, blew her a kiss, thrown her arms around Hena and told her they'd chat some other time. What was happening now... was vile. The two Egyptians' gazes seemed to be burning holes, at each other, and at Ana herself...
"Or perhaps you simply aren't as close to my sister as you think you are."
Cold, indifferent.
First, she'd pulled away from Akhenaten because she wanted to consider Chione's company. If she was forcing a third wheel, she should at least try to make her more comfortable with it. But, Hena's words were hot tea, splashed directly into her face. She'd never spent much time with Hena in the presence of other people. Or rather, they were faceless nobodies, servants or otherwise bound to follow Hena's or even her every command. Or, it was his sister.
The very first time they're in shared company, he lashed out like a snake. A slight tremor carried itself along Anastasia's fingertips, her ill humour failing to be abated by his call to the beauty of her words and such bullshit platitudes. Hena's words were silken and his presence warming, but Anastasia felt nothing but cold distaste brewing in her gut.
Visceral, furious.
She hated it. It felt poisonous, coursing through her veins, creasing her brow. Anastasia boasted so very few wrinkles, marred only by the scars she bore... and she felt it was because anger had no place in her heart. To make her feel anger was to physically assault her, to age her prematurely... The audacity of it all.
She let him finish, but once he made his offer she felt the low hiss escape her throat,
"Apologies," she let out, a sniveling echo of his words.
"Apologize properly to Chione. Your mood doesn't mean you can be an asshole to her and just brush it off with your money."
She reached for her goblet, hoping to drown the fire on her tongue before she made a terrible mess in the tavern they were in.
Chione was being every bit her normal, effervescent self. Teasing, frolicking... She made a point to eye others even when all she wanted was to drink Anastasia in all night long. There should be nothing amiss between them. Yet the youngest H’Sheifa was oddly silent. It unsettled her, even as she did her best to push him and Ana together with her words.
She would soon miss the silence though as he finally snapped, sending a barb her way. Usually, she would have just shaken such a thing off entirely. Yet his words struck precisely the right nerve to leave her shocked and vulnerable. She quickly brought her cup to her lips, hoping it would hide the surprise at his words. The last thing she wanted was for him to realize just how deeply that statement had wounded her. For it had, and deeply so.
The noblewoman swallowed finally, setting her cup aside before offering him a cool gaze. “Yes, I suppose you’re quite right. What a blessing that is though, as were it not for that fact, I never would have met this wonderful jewel you’ve kept hidden away,” she answered with a flash of teeth. Internally, a part of her was screaming at the notion that perhaps Nia had never cared. Perhaps Chione had been nothing to Neithotep after all. Who would know better than her dear brother? And it would certainly explain her behavior as of late.
She didn’t want to believe it, but how could she not?
Not that she would dare give Akhenaten the satisfaction of realizing his barb had landed so devastatingly. No, that would be her secret to hold close. No one needed to know how much it shook her to realize the friendship she had depended on, had cherished, might have been one-sided from the beginning. Had the two of them laughed about her? Had Nia whispered to him about the Isazari woman who foolishly doted upon her?
“I’m sure none have been so blessed with her company as you,” Chione answered, hating the taste of the words in her mouth. The smile that followed was hollow to the Egyptian woman. How could she care if it was genuine or mocking when he had already so thoroughly crushed her? “Of course,” she replied courteously. “I’m certain we couldn’t even fathom the hardships you’ve dealt with this day.” She loathed every word that fell from her lips, but she was powerless here. Utterly powerless. What was left but to agree and soothe his ego. Fill the time before she could respectably excuse herself.
The mocking tone had Chione’s head turning in stronger still shock as she realized it was Ana speaking. The demand that followed took her breath away, and were it not for the dozens of witnesses, Chione might have kissed her then and there for all to see. She hadn’t expected this display of loyalty. After all, she’d been Akhenaten’s lover for some time now, where she’d met Chione only this very night. She would be mad to risk her lover’s wrath for a near stranger.
Perhaps it was Nia’s absence that made her feel the gesture so deeply, but a part of Chione knew that even at their closest, Nia never would have spoken to her brother in such a way. She might have told him to settle down, tease him into a more jovial mood... but she never would have spoken so harshly. Certainly not on Chione’s behalf. And if he was right about Nia’s lack of feeling towards her... well then there was truly no one who might have sided with the middle Isazari daughter.
Yet here was Anastasia, doing just that. In that instant, all bitterness about begging her to stay had vanished. She would have to find a moment alone with her, to thank her properly. The sort of gratitude that would leave her weak in the knees and screaming her satisfaction ideally.
As it was, Chione was far too stunned to say anything at all, merely shifting her gaze between the two, wondering how this would play out.
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Chione was being every bit her normal, effervescent self. Teasing, frolicking... She made a point to eye others even when all she wanted was to drink Anastasia in all night long. There should be nothing amiss between them. Yet the youngest H’Sheifa was oddly silent. It unsettled her, even as she did her best to push him and Ana together with her words.
She would soon miss the silence though as he finally snapped, sending a barb her way. Usually, she would have just shaken such a thing off entirely. Yet his words struck precisely the right nerve to leave her shocked and vulnerable. She quickly brought her cup to her lips, hoping it would hide the surprise at his words. The last thing she wanted was for him to realize just how deeply that statement had wounded her. For it had, and deeply so.
The noblewoman swallowed finally, setting her cup aside before offering him a cool gaze. “Yes, I suppose you’re quite right. What a blessing that is though, as were it not for that fact, I never would have met this wonderful jewel you’ve kept hidden away,” she answered with a flash of teeth. Internally, a part of her was screaming at the notion that perhaps Nia had never cared. Perhaps Chione had been nothing to Neithotep after all. Who would know better than her dear brother? And it would certainly explain her behavior as of late.
She didn’t want to believe it, but how could she not?
Not that she would dare give Akhenaten the satisfaction of realizing his barb had landed so devastatingly. No, that would be her secret to hold close. No one needed to know how much it shook her to realize the friendship she had depended on, had cherished, might have been one-sided from the beginning. Had the two of them laughed about her? Had Nia whispered to him about the Isazari woman who foolishly doted upon her?
“I’m sure none have been so blessed with her company as you,” Chione answered, hating the taste of the words in her mouth. The smile that followed was hollow to the Egyptian woman. How could she care if it was genuine or mocking when he had already so thoroughly crushed her? “Of course,” she replied courteously. “I’m certain we couldn’t even fathom the hardships you’ve dealt with this day.” She loathed every word that fell from her lips, but she was powerless here. Utterly powerless. What was left but to agree and soothe his ego. Fill the time before she could respectably excuse herself.
The mocking tone had Chione’s head turning in stronger still shock as she realized it was Ana speaking. The demand that followed took her breath away, and were it not for the dozens of witnesses, Chione might have kissed her then and there for all to see. She hadn’t expected this display of loyalty. After all, she’d been Akhenaten’s lover for some time now, where she’d met Chione only this very night. She would be mad to risk her lover’s wrath for a near stranger.
Perhaps it was Nia’s absence that made her feel the gesture so deeply, but a part of Chione knew that even at their closest, Nia never would have spoken to her brother in such a way. She might have told him to settle down, tease him into a more jovial mood... but she never would have spoken so harshly. Certainly not on Chione’s behalf. And if he was right about Nia’s lack of feeling towards her... well then there was truly no one who might have sided with the middle Isazari daughter.
Yet here was Anastasia, doing just that. In that instant, all bitterness about begging her to stay had vanished. She would have to find a moment alone with her, to thank her properly. The sort of gratitude that would leave her weak in the knees and screaming her satisfaction ideally.
As it was, Chione was far too stunned to say anything at all, merely shifting her gaze between the two, wondering how this would play out.
Chione was being every bit her normal, effervescent self. Teasing, frolicking... She made a point to eye others even when all she wanted was to drink Anastasia in all night long. There should be nothing amiss between them. Yet the youngest H’Sheifa was oddly silent. It unsettled her, even as she did her best to push him and Ana together with her words.
She would soon miss the silence though as he finally snapped, sending a barb her way. Usually, she would have just shaken such a thing off entirely. Yet his words struck precisely the right nerve to leave her shocked and vulnerable. She quickly brought her cup to her lips, hoping it would hide the surprise at his words. The last thing she wanted was for him to realize just how deeply that statement had wounded her. For it had, and deeply so.
The noblewoman swallowed finally, setting her cup aside before offering him a cool gaze. “Yes, I suppose you’re quite right. What a blessing that is though, as were it not for that fact, I never would have met this wonderful jewel you’ve kept hidden away,” she answered with a flash of teeth. Internally, a part of her was screaming at the notion that perhaps Nia had never cared. Perhaps Chione had been nothing to Neithotep after all. Who would know better than her dear brother? And it would certainly explain her behavior as of late.
She didn’t want to believe it, but how could she not?
Not that she would dare give Akhenaten the satisfaction of realizing his barb had landed so devastatingly. No, that would be her secret to hold close. No one needed to know how much it shook her to realize the friendship she had depended on, had cherished, might have been one-sided from the beginning. Had the two of them laughed about her? Had Nia whispered to him about the Isazari woman who foolishly doted upon her?
“I’m sure none have been so blessed with her company as you,” Chione answered, hating the taste of the words in her mouth. The smile that followed was hollow to the Egyptian woman. How could she care if it was genuine or mocking when he had already so thoroughly crushed her? “Of course,” she replied courteously. “I’m certain we couldn’t even fathom the hardships you’ve dealt with this day.” She loathed every word that fell from her lips, but she was powerless here. Utterly powerless. What was left but to agree and soothe his ego. Fill the time before she could respectably excuse herself.
The mocking tone had Chione’s head turning in stronger still shock as she realized it was Ana speaking. The demand that followed took her breath away, and were it not for the dozens of witnesses, Chione might have kissed her then and there for all to see. She hadn’t expected this display of loyalty. After all, she’d been Akhenaten’s lover for some time now, where she’d met Chione only this very night. She would be mad to risk her lover’s wrath for a near stranger.
Perhaps it was Nia’s absence that made her feel the gesture so deeply, but a part of Chione knew that even at their closest, Nia never would have spoken to her brother in such a way. She might have told him to settle down, tease him into a more jovial mood... but she never would have spoken so harshly. Certainly not on Chione’s behalf. And if he was right about Nia’s lack of feeling towards her... well then there was truly no one who might have sided with the middle Isazari daughter.
Yet here was Anastasia, doing just that. In that instant, all bitterness about begging her to stay had vanished. She would have to find a moment alone with her, to thank her properly. The sort of gratitude that would leave her weak in the knees and screaming her satisfaction ideally.
As it was, Chione was far too stunned to say anything at all, merely shifting her gaze between the two, wondering how this would play out.
Hena had tried. Ana couldn’t say that he didn’t try. He had apologized, which was not something that he ever did, and he had offered to pay for their drinks. For them to drink together, to try and get along.
And then Ana spoke. And the words that she spoke kicked in that burning anger that Hena knew all too well. It had been there the whole time, but it had been low, controllable. Now? With Ana calling him an asshole and thinking she could command him? That would not stand. The anger was boiling, moving from the pit of his stomach and spreading through his veins.
And there it went. His control. And suddenly, Hena was not himself. There was a burning anger in his eyes, a look that few had witnessed, and those that had wished to never see again.
His hand flew up and he smacked the cup from Ana’s hand, in one fluid motion he was standing up and pushing her up against the wall, hand on her throat as he held her there. The pure anger was clear in his gaze as his eyes locked on hers. There was no sign of the loving man that Ana had once known.
His voice was low, and he was unaware that all eyes in the tavern were on him as his hand pressed harder against her neck. The tiny little bit of restraint he managed to muster kept him from hurting her more than that.
“Don’t you ever think you can speak to me in such a way again.” He growled, voice low and dangerous.
“I am a Lord, you will speak to me as such.” His hand tightened again and his other hand balled into a fist. For a moment it seemed as if he might strike her.
Instead, he let go of her throat and turned, storming off out of the tavern. A loud crash could be heard from outside as he kicked over a piece of decorative pottery. His slaves turned to hurry after him, both looking terrified to have to deal with their masters wrath.
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Hena had tried. Ana couldn’t say that he didn’t try. He had apologized, which was not something that he ever did, and he had offered to pay for their drinks. For them to drink together, to try and get along.
And then Ana spoke. And the words that she spoke kicked in that burning anger that Hena knew all too well. It had been there the whole time, but it had been low, controllable. Now? With Ana calling him an asshole and thinking she could command him? That would not stand. The anger was boiling, moving from the pit of his stomach and spreading through his veins.
And there it went. His control. And suddenly, Hena was not himself. There was a burning anger in his eyes, a look that few had witnessed, and those that had wished to never see again.
His hand flew up and he smacked the cup from Ana’s hand, in one fluid motion he was standing up and pushing her up against the wall, hand on her throat as he held her there. The pure anger was clear in his gaze as his eyes locked on hers. There was no sign of the loving man that Ana had once known.
His voice was low, and he was unaware that all eyes in the tavern were on him as his hand pressed harder against her neck. The tiny little bit of restraint he managed to muster kept him from hurting her more than that.
“Don’t you ever think you can speak to me in such a way again.” He growled, voice low and dangerous.
“I am a Lord, you will speak to me as such.” His hand tightened again and his other hand balled into a fist. For a moment it seemed as if he might strike her.
Instead, he let go of her throat and turned, storming off out of the tavern. A loud crash could be heard from outside as he kicked over a piece of decorative pottery. His slaves turned to hurry after him, both looking terrified to have to deal with their masters wrath.
Hena had tried. Ana couldn’t say that he didn’t try. He had apologized, which was not something that he ever did, and he had offered to pay for their drinks. For them to drink together, to try and get along.
And then Ana spoke. And the words that she spoke kicked in that burning anger that Hena knew all too well. It had been there the whole time, but it had been low, controllable. Now? With Ana calling him an asshole and thinking she could command him? That would not stand. The anger was boiling, moving from the pit of his stomach and spreading through his veins.
And there it went. His control. And suddenly, Hena was not himself. There was a burning anger in his eyes, a look that few had witnessed, and those that had wished to never see again.
His hand flew up and he smacked the cup from Ana’s hand, in one fluid motion he was standing up and pushing her up against the wall, hand on her throat as he held her there. The pure anger was clear in his gaze as his eyes locked on hers. There was no sign of the loving man that Ana had once known.
His voice was low, and he was unaware that all eyes in the tavern were on him as his hand pressed harder against her neck. The tiny little bit of restraint he managed to muster kept him from hurting her more than that.
“Don’t you ever think you can speak to me in such a way again.” He growled, voice low and dangerous.
“I am a Lord, you will speak to me as such.” His hand tightened again and his other hand balled into a fist. For a moment it seemed as if he might strike her.
Instead, he let go of her throat and turned, storming off out of the tavern. A loud crash could be heard from outside as he kicked over a piece of decorative pottery. His slaves turned to hurry after him, both looking terrified to have to deal with their masters wrath.
As the goblet flew out from Ana's hand, she felt the bitterness swell within her. She'd thought Akhenaten kind, for the boy to merely hide behind a bulwark of authority. He'd lavished her in his attentions... they'd kissed in front of his family. Cairo could see that Akhenaten had taken on a lover, in a very public way that certainly touched Ana's pride. She relished in the attentions, in being paraded about and entreated on this life of luxury they could live.
Nobody's opinion mattered on this. Not the faceless nobody serving them wine, or the sister that Ana reconciled with, or his mother, whose Anastasia wanted to impress, but Hena certainly did not.
Akhenaten's opinions and actions, however, did. As he pushed her up against the nearby wall, she glowered at him, unflinching even as his fingers curled around her throat. No, she would not fight him. No, she did not speak to him. Anastasia allowed her lover to speak his piece, and she felt an unconscious twitch within her. Being treated this way... while the bile threatened to swell her throat, and the fury bloated her gut...
She could not find the attraction to the man fading away. If this was Alector, she'd already be on the ground.
If this was Alector, Anastasia would've had bruises for weeks after such an outrage. So this, for Anastasia, was merely foreplay, and her body curled into it as if it were. She did not look at Akhenaten directly, instead letting her gaze shift to his balled fist up until the moment he released her.
Ana coughed, raising her fingers to her throat. She felt the pressure there, and surely, angry bruises swelled in the wake of her treatment by Hena. His servants followed behind him, and there were a smattering of voices that bellowed out their concern, but the Fallen Star had no desire to hear them. She shook her head, waving off assisting hands and instead rising to her feet. She took the goblet Hena left behind, and the pitcher, draining the goblet before refilling it once more.
Next, she turned to Chione. The tears that welled within Ana's eyes could be seen only be her, the dark dresses forming a hood about her features. She raised the goblet once again, sending it tumbling to the table, emptied once again. The sting of the excess of wine imbibed strained her throat, and she felt the tax of intoxication seep into her muscles. Those tears fell in earnest before she threw herself towards Lady Chione, next.
"Can you take me somewhere, my lady?" she pleaded, using the formal moniker merely for the copious eyes that rested upon them. She took Chi's hand in her own, kneading her thumb into the woman's palm, a simple gesture of affection that would not raise a multitude of red flags against them.
"I don't want to go home..."
Not out of fear, but anger.
She'd rather not face Hena again so soon.
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As the goblet flew out from Ana's hand, she felt the bitterness swell within her. She'd thought Akhenaten kind, for the boy to merely hide behind a bulwark of authority. He'd lavished her in his attentions... they'd kissed in front of his family. Cairo could see that Akhenaten had taken on a lover, in a very public way that certainly touched Ana's pride. She relished in the attentions, in being paraded about and entreated on this life of luxury they could live.
Nobody's opinion mattered on this. Not the faceless nobody serving them wine, or the sister that Ana reconciled with, or his mother, whose Anastasia wanted to impress, but Hena certainly did not.
Akhenaten's opinions and actions, however, did. As he pushed her up against the nearby wall, she glowered at him, unflinching even as his fingers curled around her throat. No, she would not fight him. No, she did not speak to him. Anastasia allowed her lover to speak his piece, and she felt an unconscious twitch within her. Being treated this way... while the bile threatened to swell her throat, and the fury bloated her gut...
She could not find the attraction to the man fading away. If this was Alector, she'd already be on the ground.
If this was Alector, Anastasia would've had bruises for weeks after such an outrage. So this, for Anastasia, was merely foreplay, and her body curled into it as if it were. She did not look at Akhenaten directly, instead letting her gaze shift to his balled fist up until the moment he released her.
Ana coughed, raising her fingers to her throat. She felt the pressure there, and surely, angry bruises swelled in the wake of her treatment by Hena. His servants followed behind him, and there were a smattering of voices that bellowed out their concern, but the Fallen Star had no desire to hear them. She shook her head, waving off assisting hands and instead rising to her feet. She took the goblet Hena left behind, and the pitcher, draining the goblet before refilling it once more.
Next, she turned to Chione. The tears that welled within Ana's eyes could be seen only be her, the dark dresses forming a hood about her features. She raised the goblet once again, sending it tumbling to the table, emptied once again. The sting of the excess of wine imbibed strained her throat, and she felt the tax of intoxication seep into her muscles. Those tears fell in earnest before she threw herself towards Lady Chione, next.
"Can you take me somewhere, my lady?" she pleaded, using the formal moniker merely for the copious eyes that rested upon them. She took Chi's hand in her own, kneading her thumb into the woman's palm, a simple gesture of affection that would not raise a multitude of red flags against them.
"I don't want to go home..."
Not out of fear, but anger.
She'd rather not face Hena again so soon.
As the goblet flew out from Ana's hand, she felt the bitterness swell within her. She'd thought Akhenaten kind, for the boy to merely hide behind a bulwark of authority. He'd lavished her in his attentions... they'd kissed in front of his family. Cairo could see that Akhenaten had taken on a lover, in a very public way that certainly touched Ana's pride. She relished in the attentions, in being paraded about and entreated on this life of luxury they could live.
Nobody's opinion mattered on this. Not the faceless nobody serving them wine, or the sister that Ana reconciled with, or his mother, whose Anastasia wanted to impress, but Hena certainly did not.
Akhenaten's opinions and actions, however, did. As he pushed her up against the nearby wall, she glowered at him, unflinching even as his fingers curled around her throat. No, she would not fight him. No, she did not speak to him. Anastasia allowed her lover to speak his piece, and she felt an unconscious twitch within her. Being treated this way... while the bile threatened to swell her throat, and the fury bloated her gut...
She could not find the attraction to the man fading away. If this was Alector, she'd already be on the ground.
If this was Alector, Anastasia would've had bruises for weeks after such an outrage. So this, for Anastasia, was merely foreplay, and her body curled into it as if it were. She did not look at Akhenaten directly, instead letting her gaze shift to his balled fist up until the moment he released her.
Ana coughed, raising her fingers to her throat. She felt the pressure there, and surely, angry bruises swelled in the wake of her treatment by Hena. His servants followed behind him, and there were a smattering of voices that bellowed out their concern, but the Fallen Star had no desire to hear them. She shook her head, waving off assisting hands and instead rising to her feet. She took the goblet Hena left behind, and the pitcher, draining the goblet before refilling it once more.
Next, she turned to Chione. The tears that welled within Ana's eyes could be seen only be her, the dark dresses forming a hood about her features. She raised the goblet once again, sending it tumbling to the table, emptied once again. The sting of the excess of wine imbibed strained her throat, and she felt the tax of intoxication seep into her muscles. Those tears fell in earnest before she threw herself towards Lady Chione, next.
"Can you take me somewhere, my lady?" she pleaded, using the formal moniker merely for the copious eyes that rested upon them. She took Chi's hand in her own, kneading her thumb into the woman's palm, a simple gesture of affection that would not raise a multitude of red flags against them.
"I don't want to go home..."
Not out of fear, but anger.
She'd rather not face Hena again so soon.
Things had escalated so quickly.
The young lord had Ana pressed against the wall, hand at her throat before Chione even realized the goblet had hit the ground. By the time her eyes snapped to the pair, she felt herself frozen in shock. It took another moment to realize the other emotion that consumed her. Fear. She had heard tell of his temper, had seen his irritability, but never had she witnessed such violence.
No, that wasn’t exactly true.
It wasn’t the violence itself that bothered her. It was that he was hurting Ana. Sweet, kind Ana who had only been trying to defend her. Hena had gutted her with his barbs, cowed her with his arrogance... and Ana had chosen to stand up for her rather than her beloved. And this was how he repaid her. Maybe it was because she felt so abandoned by the few who mattered to her. Maybe it was the passion the two women had shared before their revelry had truly begun. But seeing the Greek woman in this position twisted at something deep inside her.
It was only as she saw his hand tightened into a fist that she found she was able to move at all. But she had just barely reached her feet when suddenly Hena was rushing out the door. She started towards Ana, only to freeze as she watched the smaller woman go immediately to the pitcher, swallowing not one but two goblets full. It was then that Chione realized the entire tavern’s eyes were upon them. Perhaps that was what kept her from reaching out when all she wanted to do was wrap her arms around the woman.
It was only when Ana turned to her at last and she saw the gleam of unshed tears that her mind could focus on the Greek before her once more. She wanted so badly to hold her, comfort her, but Chione knew nothing of how to do such things. Certainly not with so many eyes upon her. Not when any hint of what was shared between the two women could see them dead. So, even as the shame grew within her, she hesitated, unsure what she could offer the shaken soul before her.
But as Ana moved towards her, she gave her the answer. “Of course,” she murmured, slowly coming out of her daze. She wrapped an arm around the shorter woman’s shoulders, the picture of a friend aiding her drunken companion to be more steady upon her feet. “You don’t have to go home to him. Come. You need some rest.” She began to guide the Greek towards the door, dipping her head enough to whisper into Ana’s ear. “I’m here, you’re safe now. I’ll take good care of you tonight, I promise.”
After all, Chione had much to thank the woman for.
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Things had escalated so quickly.
The young lord had Ana pressed against the wall, hand at her throat before Chione even realized the goblet had hit the ground. By the time her eyes snapped to the pair, she felt herself frozen in shock. It took another moment to realize the other emotion that consumed her. Fear. She had heard tell of his temper, had seen his irritability, but never had she witnessed such violence.
No, that wasn’t exactly true.
It wasn’t the violence itself that bothered her. It was that he was hurting Ana. Sweet, kind Ana who had only been trying to defend her. Hena had gutted her with his barbs, cowed her with his arrogance... and Ana had chosen to stand up for her rather than her beloved. And this was how he repaid her. Maybe it was because she felt so abandoned by the few who mattered to her. Maybe it was the passion the two women had shared before their revelry had truly begun. But seeing the Greek woman in this position twisted at something deep inside her.
It was only as she saw his hand tightened into a fist that she found she was able to move at all. But she had just barely reached her feet when suddenly Hena was rushing out the door. She started towards Ana, only to freeze as she watched the smaller woman go immediately to the pitcher, swallowing not one but two goblets full. It was then that Chione realized the entire tavern’s eyes were upon them. Perhaps that was what kept her from reaching out when all she wanted to do was wrap her arms around the woman.
It was only when Ana turned to her at last and she saw the gleam of unshed tears that her mind could focus on the Greek before her once more. She wanted so badly to hold her, comfort her, but Chione knew nothing of how to do such things. Certainly not with so many eyes upon her. Not when any hint of what was shared between the two women could see them dead. So, even as the shame grew within her, she hesitated, unsure what she could offer the shaken soul before her.
But as Ana moved towards her, she gave her the answer. “Of course,” she murmured, slowly coming out of her daze. She wrapped an arm around the shorter woman’s shoulders, the picture of a friend aiding her drunken companion to be more steady upon her feet. “You don’t have to go home to him. Come. You need some rest.” She began to guide the Greek towards the door, dipping her head enough to whisper into Ana’s ear. “I’m here, you’re safe now. I’ll take good care of you tonight, I promise.”
After all, Chione had much to thank the woman for.
Things had escalated so quickly.
The young lord had Ana pressed against the wall, hand at her throat before Chione even realized the goblet had hit the ground. By the time her eyes snapped to the pair, she felt herself frozen in shock. It took another moment to realize the other emotion that consumed her. Fear. She had heard tell of his temper, had seen his irritability, but never had she witnessed such violence.
No, that wasn’t exactly true.
It wasn’t the violence itself that bothered her. It was that he was hurting Ana. Sweet, kind Ana who had only been trying to defend her. Hena had gutted her with his barbs, cowed her with his arrogance... and Ana had chosen to stand up for her rather than her beloved. And this was how he repaid her. Maybe it was because she felt so abandoned by the few who mattered to her. Maybe it was the passion the two women had shared before their revelry had truly begun. But seeing the Greek woman in this position twisted at something deep inside her.
It was only as she saw his hand tightened into a fist that she found she was able to move at all. But she had just barely reached her feet when suddenly Hena was rushing out the door. She started towards Ana, only to freeze as she watched the smaller woman go immediately to the pitcher, swallowing not one but two goblets full. It was then that Chione realized the entire tavern’s eyes were upon them. Perhaps that was what kept her from reaching out when all she wanted to do was wrap her arms around the woman.
It was only when Ana turned to her at last and she saw the gleam of unshed tears that her mind could focus on the Greek before her once more. She wanted so badly to hold her, comfort her, but Chione knew nothing of how to do such things. Certainly not with so many eyes upon her. Not when any hint of what was shared between the two women could see them dead. So, even as the shame grew within her, she hesitated, unsure what she could offer the shaken soul before her.
But as Ana moved towards her, she gave her the answer. “Of course,” she murmured, slowly coming out of her daze. She wrapped an arm around the shorter woman’s shoulders, the picture of a friend aiding her drunken companion to be more steady upon her feet. “You don’t have to go home to him. Come. You need some rest.” She began to guide the Greek towards the door, dipping her head enough to whisper into Ana’s ear. “I’m here, you’re safe now. I’ll take good care of you tonight, I promise.”
After all, Chione had much to thank the woman for.
