Silver Song Footfalls

[Seydon of Arda]

How'd the line go? Through hall and cavern and hole? Some portions of the vast monastery hadn't seen living breath for nigh on decades, if not a hundred years and more. Their bare feet ran and slapped over wood-laid floors slippery with chokes of silver dust. Shōji dividers, walls constructed of wood and waxen paper, were stilled before shivering at their passing shadows. Old rooms, tall boxed chambers fitted with matting and seat pads, low coffee tables still resplendent with tea pots and drinking bowls, reveled at their brief attention. They would pause a moment, underneath supporting archways. Seroth asked to simply give the neglected sconces and candles a moment of their time. Lit, orange light flickered, casting warm, golden shadows across sliding door-frames. Despite there was not a breath of wind, a nearby wood-chime sparkled with song note. The pair simply laughed and continued on their way.

Down, through stairways that folded from wood to wrought iron. Everything coalesced from polished pillars of wood-grain to hard, black stone. Glowing lichen on the craggy walls helped light the stair steps. They were odd growths, bathing them in ambient shades of cyan and cerulean. A sent of earth and moisture swept up into their nostrils, watering their eyes a moment with its wet coolness. Some distant, huddled groan of rushing sound reached them in time. The groan shivered, deepened in pitch, becoming an awesome howl of terse currents. A cavern hollowed out by years of erosion opened up before them. ...And Seroth stood slack jawed as Rosa did so as well. Wide, moist grey eyes traveled the curvature of a naked back and rump, watching the interplay of packed muscles coil beneath alabastor skin.

The lad stood there a moment, like the dunderhead he was... Slowly letting his face crease into a broad, boyish smile. They hadn't gone for a swim since the summer season upon Spira. They'd played and frolicked, before running from a coming typhoon's blitzing belligerence. He made Rosa wait a moment. It was her turn to stare. And he took just a small sliver of pride watching her eyes briefly glass over, lips parting, while he stripped down to his skin. Bursts of cool water lapping at her chin interrupted the moment. The lad had put on a brief burst of speed and flown into the water. He dived, bent like a supple arrow and now paddling about a meter and some beneath the surface. ...Hands tickled to Rosa's hips, before gruff arms hugged around her legs. Air bubbles ran up the skin of her belly, as her lad nipped and kissed at the skin below her navel.

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Rosa it lower lip as she revealed well defined muscles. The scars he now bore only made him more attractive in her eyes. He was no longer a boy, he was a man who had faced a survived battles of the mind and body. She sank a little as he dived in, waiting for him to resurface only to shout out in surprise as he ambush her beneath the surface. Stomach tightened at his playfulness, the bubbles tickling as the glided up her body.

A laugh escaped her, and despite the burning desire that his touch rose within her, she squirmed away, feet finding purchase on his chest she pushed away, twisting t dive beneath surface. The lack of sunlight made it almost impossible to see in the inky black waters but Rosa could sense him well enough. She swam around him, fingers brushing across his arm as she passed teasing and making him turn to find her. She rose rapidly from the depths, arms coiling about his neck as her lips found his, her tongue hot across his.

 

[Seydon of Arda]

His penchant with Force Sense was a literal application to his human physiology. Whereas most Jedi prided themselves on divorcing from standard vision, seeing 'beyond', the lad took an opposite tack. Energy pricked at his eyes, coaxing the retina to accept a little more light. Surrounding murk and inkiness fell into daytime brightness. ...And there swam by his Rosa, trailing air bubbles across her belly and legs as she kicked along. Lithe... Graceful... Curling and contorting in such fashions that it did nothing but compliment her physicality. He swore she was smiling, running circles around his slowed reactions. Limbs felt cool, a little leaden and heavy. Touches that seemed to come from nowhere to his chest and waist caused an involuntary convulse, shivering at the passing of electricity.

Now where had she gone? One moment prior and he saw her three feet below his toes, arching in a semi-circle pass. The moment after, by his right hip and kicking into a swarm of rising air bubbles. Disappeared! He damned his blunt mind, ears rushing with the throb of water. The lad tried swimming out, but the scratch of her thumb nail down his spine nearly made him lose breath. Damn... And then there she was again, rising like a sea maiden. Hair behind her in a waving crown, rising in a small vortex of bubbles and current. He could already anticipate what was to come next. The lad embraced her hot frame close to his belly and pectorals, accepting the grace of her kiss and tongue. For a moment, they breathed through each other, entangled and weightless.

 

[Rosa Gunn]

They kissed until the need for oxygen overcame their desires. A few gentle kicks and their heads broke the glassy surface of the water, the two tread water for a moment, catching their breath. She rested her forehead against his eyes closed as a content warmth spread throughout her. She couldn't remember happiness like it, Seroth brought a light out from within her that she had forgotten existed a long time ago.

Hands slid up the sides of his neck to caress his cheeks. "I love you." she whispered "So very much. I see you in every storm that rages across the sky and I know that no matter how far apart we are, one way or another...the force will guide us back to each others side." She kissed him again, softly, until she felt his nails against the flesh of her back. A shuddering gasp escaped her and gave in to feral desires, pushing him against the edge of the pool with each fierce kiss.

 

[Seydon of Arda]

"I will never be so far..." Wet murmurs whispered into her ear as the lad felt himself shoved up and off the shelf of the pool. "I will not be just a dream when you grow lonesome... Wake and I will be there... And you can wake me with your kisses... I will tell you thousand times over, before the night is done, how much I love you too, Rosa..."

And then words were stolen with clawing holds. Seroth silenced his tongue, instead diving it over the silk of his lover's. Before, upon Spira, he'd been shifting, so very nervous. Rosa Mazhar represented every thing he'd never been familiar with. Sure and truth, he had friends of either gender. Kind men, good women, teachers and helpers that were always a little concerned for his wanderlust. Yet, shyness and a streak of humility stayed his hand and human nature. He was not something of a 'lover', or so he thought. But Rosa coaxed him to her side and kissed him 'till she drew out his rough, coarse strength. Cold air drew up and froze against their skin.

That wouldn't do~

Wet flesh slipped against river smoothed rock as they stumbled up onto a dry outcrop of stone. The pair was wholly alone then, kept company by echo and water fall. The man lost control as the woman grasped and grappled back his hands, kissing while soaked hair cascaded over his cheeks and throat. 'Women are the strong ones', so it went. And for that afternoon and night, Seroth was shown how true an old adage could be. Cries echoed up the stairwell, rebounding distantly before lost in the whistle of a wood chime...

~Fin~