Soul Thief
Oberon had all the words in the world yet had none to describe holding Irene close and kissing her in the desert sands beneath a starry night that long, long time ago.
She had laughed. He remembered this clearly. She put her arms around him, smiled at him.
Cactus formed at her feet, sprouted red flowers from their prickly heads. Mice ran around these two Gods and laughed and glittering beetles decorated Irene's hair.
Oberon loathed Edol, but knew for certain his own hardships were well worth the reward that was Irene. She was worth this Earth and stars and the miserable sight of Edol's wrinkled face every day.
Oberon placed his boney fingers against Irene's cheek. She took them and kissed them, brought a warmth to them Oberon had never felt before.
In fact, Oberon had not felt a warmth like this at all. Edol might have created the Sun, but the Sun did not touch Oberon's heart like Irene and her touch along his fingers.
Oberon had difficulty understanding the nuances of humans, often even of his fellow Gods. But it was plainly obvious Irene was begging to be kissed at that moment. Her lips were pursed and her eyes slipped closed.
And so they kissed. It was no longer their sweetest kiss, because they kissed again and again thereafter, and each was much more spectacular than the previous.
Ardora told Oberon she was the Goddess of Love and Emotion.
Oberon inquired as to why he felt a beating heart in his chest when he was sure he had none.
"You are in love," Ardora cooed.
She had laughed. He remembered this clearly. She put her arms around him, smiled at him.
Cactus formed at her feet, sprouted red flowers from their prickly heads. Mice ran around these two Gods and laughed and glittering beetles decorated Irene's hair.
Oberon loathed Edol, but knew for certain his own hardships were well worth the reward that was Irene. She was worth this Earth and stars and the miserable sight of Edol's wrinkled face every day.
Oberon placed his boney fingers against Irene's cheek. She took them and kissed them, brought a warmth to them Oberon had never felt before.
In fact, Oberon had not felt a warmth like this at all. Edol might have created the Sun, but the Sun did not touch Oberon's heart like Irene and her touch along his fingers.
Oberon had difficulty understanding the nuances of humans, often even of his fellow Gods. But it was plainly obvious Irene was begging to be kissed at that moment. Her lips were pursed and her eyes slipped closed.
And so they kissed. It was no longer their sweetest kiss, because they kissed again and again thereafter, and each was much more spectacular than the previous.
Ardora told Oberon she was the Goddess of Love and Emotion.
Oberon inquired as to why he felt a beating heart in his chest when he was sure he had none.
"You are in love," Ardora cooed.