Sebastian Tierney ☨ Samyaza (notoriousrebel) wrote in mythologs, @ 2012-07-17 00:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | !zurvan, gabija, samyaza |
[completed/closed]
Characters: Gabija (bringafirehome) & Samyaza (notoriousrebel)
Date/Time: June 10th
Location: Their home, Camelot
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Very mild sexual implications. Pinching.
Summary: Never mix family and business.
Considering the fact that she'd decided on a time to visit Uriel, Gabija supposed she should go talk to her husband to make sure he knew when she was going. She was still bristling over the article, but she couldn't pay for the tickets without her husband's money...unless she'd asked Barachiel. He'd have helped her if she asked for it. She tried to be quiet about her approach, but then she was never exactly good at being quiet. It wasn't part of her nature. If she was quiet, it was because something was wrong.
She lightly knocked on the door of his office, a blank expression on her face. "I decided on when I wanted to visit Uriel," she said quietly. "I told him Saturday to Sunday." Because the whole weekend seemed like a slight imposition. "If that's okay." Her eyes were locked on the floor. "And Mordred will be coming over in a little bit probably." She should probably warn him that Mordred wanted to punch him, but she decided against it.
It wouldn't have been the first time Samyaza had been punched for something he had published. And if and when Mordred struck him he would wonder why the queen herself hadn't. But that was in the future, something he hardly knew about at the moment.
He'd been reorganizing some of his books, deciding which to give away, which to get replaced and where to place the rest. Therefore his wife's approach hadn't been heard for once but acknowledged with a turn of his head as soon as he knew she was there. Setting down a leather-covered book, Samyaza took in the sight of her, knowing he had certainly put himself him a hole from not just that quietness but from the complete lack of eye contact. It bothered him, it truly did. Yet as sorry as he was for dampening her normal cheer he couldn't be sorry about publishing such a smashing article. It would be spoken of, gossiped about and it sold papers. People wanted to know more, about who saw Heimdall, where he was now. About the reward and whether more information would be printed soon. Pheme had delivered and he couldn't have been more proud of her.
Still. Samyaza knew he had to make an effort to make things right with his wife. "Of course it's fine. If you want longer than that, that's fine as well," he informed her calmly. He didn't want her to go, not in a mood like this but childishly holding her back from seeing her brother in Iriy wasn't going to make things better. "And I'll come out and see Mordred for a moment when he arrives. I have some work to go over before going out to the office." A lingering pause came and was ended by the scrapping of a chair over the hardwood floor until it had been dragged near the one he already had at his desk. "Come here and sit."
"He has enough trouble getting off work," she replied quietly, a slight pout forming. She knew it was childish to be bothered by the fact that it was so difficult to see her brother sometimes, but she couldn't help it. She had Mordred, which was the most important part...and yet he was married to the queen. Not that she minded. She just wondered if she should bother him so often about coming to visit. "So it won't be any longer." There was a moment of pause, eyes shooting up briefly, at Samyaza's next words. "I'm sure he'd..." punch you if you did "Be interested to see you." The last part wasn't worth commenting on. Her husband usually had work to attend to in the office. She hoped it had nothing to do with Heimdall and that stupid princess.
Gabija debated quietly whether she should go or not. She was past the stage where she wished to throw things at his head. Now it was more sulking. If it hadn't been for needing to talk about her plans to travel to Iriy, she likely would have kept to herself. The fact that Mordred was also bothered by the article only gave her more reason to be displeased. "I still mean what I said." Her voice was even and she finally looked up from the floor. That said, she walked slowly into the room, pulling the chair a little further from her husband before sitting down.
Samyaza didn't know how much Gabija's twin would be keen on seeing him. He was fond enough of Mordred and believed he got along decently enough with his wife's womb buddy but they were leading different lives. Still, who was he to stop someone from seeing him?
She could drag the chair further but he had two feet and he moved to cover the gap she made. Possessively, a hand was laid on her shoulder as he circled around to stand behind her, fingers slowly moving in a massaging, assuring gesture. "And what did you say that you mean still? You did say several things to me before you decided to behave like I nailed one of the children to the wall with the bones of a puppy."
She frowned slightly at the feeling of his hand on her shoulder. "About Mordred." She didn't feel like going into detail. There were still a lot of other things that she'd left unsaid that she meant, too. "And if you ever nail one of our children to the wall with the bones of a puppy, you'll be even worse off." There would be no moving, so she stayed still, toying with her sleeve. "I happen to like both puppies and our children."
Sighing, Gabija looked up at him for a moment. She didn't like fighting with Samyaza. She didn't like being upset with him, but this could have a bad impact on the region and their queen. She didn't want her brother to be harmed because of any of it. Even the thought left her breathless. That thought in mind, she decided to hug her brother just a little harder when he got there. "I can't lose him," she said quietly, pulling a knee up to her chest. She curled over a little, eyes focused on the floor again. "And I can't stop being worried about it. He's worried about it, too. I can tell. Not being lost, but...but what it might mean for the region. So I'm not just being stupid about this."
"And I happen to like you happy when I can make it happen," Samyaza informed her calmly, circling around her, his other hand moving to her other shoulder. In part, he wanted her to relax but his motives weren't so holy and good. To keep pin her in place in case she found something he said not to be suitable. His marriage was good, it was happy and there was love and affection in it. But when it came to being in charge of matters, Samyaza did like to grab at it and make sure it was known.
A kiss was pressed against her hair, fingers flexing around her shoulders. "You will not lose Mordred. Only he can decide whether he wants to do something as foolish as letting you go and I don't think he's that sort of man. And I never said you were being stupid, Gabija. You have a reason and right to worry. But I have a reason and right to do my job. The public have a right to know these things. When we begin to selectively hold back things that is when mistrust is born.
"At the same time, who knows how the other rulers might view this? If there is any intelligence in the world, they'll talk it out before lashing out. And if they lash out, there is Niflheim that can be appealed to. They have the strength Camelot doesn't. It should be alright."
Gabija set her shoulders despite the hands holding them. She didn't want to seem weak. She watched him quietly for a moment, not allowing her gaze to drop. She waited patiently (or as patiently as she could. There was a bit of fidgeting) for him to finish speaking, mostly ignoring the kiss. She didn't know the Ryugunese and she certainly didn't trust them. They weren't her kin and if they wanted to, they could cause them grief. She didn't want that.
"You could have spoken with the queen," she said, doing her best not to sound like a spoiled brat. "Or anyone. At least given them a moment. At least then they would have expected it and planned for it." As for Niflheim, she didn't know. She couldn't know. "I don't want war. I don't want to have to expect it or worry about it." If her children got hurt...No. She couldn't think about that. It wasn't going to happen. They couldn't. Somehow Samyaza would keep it from happening. She would keep it from happening if she had to. They would be fine no matter what had to happen to keep them that way. Gabija refused to believe it would end differently.
"And I don't know much about our relationship with Niflheim. Who's to say they'd help?" Who was to say anyone would help? "Hopefully this can be talked through." Hopefully their ambassador would pull through.
"If I spoke with her once, I would have to do it again and again. It would become expected of me and that isn't who I am. I adore her, I admire her but my job isn't to report to her like her high-ranking officials. My job is to inform the public. When I stop doing that, I need to stop being in the business I am in." Another kiss was pressed to her head, almost as if he was insisting she recognize it.
"War has started over much less and so much more. Everything and anything can cause war. But considering how hated Heimdall and that princess are, a unity among us all is more desirable than war, I think. As for Niflheim, I don't think we have a very friendly relationship with them but everyone wants something. That's the key to any game, my love."
Releasing her shoulders, he moved away to a small glove and pressed a finger top where Niflheim was. "They have an ugly history and the Kaiserin is sister to the Czar of Iriy. Power changes someone and Camelot, at this point, is the mother that all the children will try to work with to get what they want. Queen Gwynevere is skilled enough to work out whatever petty issues they all have. I'm sure of it. So if my paper reaches Ryugu-jo somehow, then she will manage cleverly. She wouldn't have lasted this long if she wasn't able to do that." A slight smile was shot over his shoulder at his wife. "And I'll get what's coming to me as well. I know."
Gabija crossed her arms over her chest. "But you could have done something. I don't think she'd make you do it over and over again...but this is a big something." She forced herself to become more stiff when he kissed her, refusing to relax into it until the matter was solved. It took quite a bit of effort to refrain from saying all the petty, childish things that came to mind, but she bit her tongue and lowered her eyes to the ground.
"You think, but what does everyone else think." Camelotians would likely want to refrain from war, but would the Ryugunese? She was bothered but she listened as he spoke all the same. What would Niflheim want?
It was his hands letting go that made her look up again. Power changes someone. Gabija still believed that money could change people, too. A lot of things could change someone, but then...not a lot of things were the same as power. Power meant you could tell others what to do. She frowned again. What if she can't? What if they don't listen? What if it isn't solved? Quietly, Gabija kept these thoughts to herself, feeling more on edge than before. After a moment, she stood up and walked a few paces from her chair. "You'll get a punch to the face, I think you mean." Or hopefully somewhere the children wouldn't see. "Or perhaps you'll get lucky and it will be a verbal warning."
Such a persistent little wife he had. "This isn't as big as if I had heard we were being invaded, wife. That would have been worthy of telling the queen." Yet part of him knew he might still publish it anyway, though in a more clever fashion. Samyaza could not help himself. Or maybe he didn't want to help himself. "Everyone else will think what is best for their region but they know what alienating the world entirely could mean for them. Even a solitary nation like Ryugu-jo should know the consequences of attempting war all on their own. Four other regions can slap them down in the end."
With his wife near, he faced her with a grin. "Are you talking about Mordred or yourself? Because I'm not sure who I might want a punch from more right about now."
She shot him a look before deciding to leave it. Her husband was occasionally infuriating. It was like he was trying to start something. Sometimes she was sure she might strangle him in his sleep. Still, her love won out over her sporadic homicidal moments. "Yes. Four other regions can...but I don't think all four would. Babylon is not known for going into battle." And there was no saying the other regions would help at all. She just had to hope nothing bad would happen. Whether that would help anything was unlikely.
"I'll leave the punching to Mordred. You'll feel it more." Gabija had to keep from looking at anything but the globe. Samyaza and his stupid smile. It was a killer. "I'm sure my brother will accept my generosity and selflessness in allowing him to handle such a task."
A hand was pressed over his heart and he feigned a stagger. "Darling! You really want to see me get hurt? Where's the love? Where's your affection for your one and only husband?" Though if Mordred was delivering any blows, then he was going to have to figure out whether he could avoid getting his nose broken. Again.
Returning to a more serious position, he offered her a more serious reply. "Nothing is guaranteed," Samyaza agreed. Then he reached out to slide the backs of his fingers over her cheek. If she wouldn't look at him, he'd take advantage of that. "Nothing good or bad. We'll have to wait and see. But fretting about it before it happens is just pointless. So please don't. The children will notice if they already haven't. And I can't stand seeing you so anxious."
"I did ask him not to hit your face," she noted. "For the sake of the children. I'd hate to have to explain it to them." She shrugged slightly. "You know I am biased toward Mordred." It was a simple fact. Mordred was her twin. No one else would ever be what he was to her. Not even Samyaza. Not that it was his fault.
His fingers made her still slightly. Reflexively, she looked up at him. "I can't help it," she replied, letting out a sigh. "You make it sound easy, like stopping yourself from eating more cake. I worry about all of us." But she was more worried about Gwynevere and Mordred right now. "Using the children against me is mean." But she moved to lean against him, allowing just that little amount of contact. Thin fingers ran over his shirt and she closed her eyes. "I guess I'll just do my best not to show it." A short pause. "Don't think this means you're getting out of that punch."
If it were up to Samyaza, the children would have been told that that Uncle Mordred was having a Bad Day. But he could never fault her for favouring her twin. That was a bond he couldn't begin to understand.
He'd never known was a 'little amount of contact' was with his wife. And, so, he could not resist circling an arm around her to draw her in, his lips moving to kiss her for the third time on top of her head. However she reacted would be fine but Samyaza was not one to settle for less or little. "I never can stop myself from eating anything if it was made by you." Blatant flattery but there was honesty in it and he hoped she'd see that if nothing else. "And I'd use them against you any day of the week if it meant that you'd be able to relax a little. Just trust me a little more, darling.
"And I'll take two hits if it means you'll feel better."
No matter the beginning and the middle, Gabija usually found herself similarly inclined at the end. Her eyes closed and she relaxed against him. She still wasn't pleased with the situation, but it was difficult to keep from accepting what comfort she could get from him. "You should be careful. You'll get fat," she teased. Not that she'd have minded. She'd still love him even if he got a little pudgy from eating too much. "And then the children will tease you for days."
"I already told you it won't make me relax. It'll only make me pretend to be more relaxed." It was at least honest. She wasn't going to lie about it and she'd only pretend to be more relaxed around the children. Perhaps Samyaza as well...but he would likely know it was just pretend. "I do trust you...but you don't have control over what happens...Not out there." She really didn't want to think about what could happen either.
"I couldn't say how many times he intends to hit you." And it wasn't like she'd stop him...unless he got a little overzealous. Then she might. "I'll tell him four is the limit..." It seemed reasonable enough.
"If I get fat, the children can take turns poking me in the belly and blowing raspberries on me." But he never would. God forbid that he lose his fabulous body. Even if Gabija would love him as a pudgy Samyaza, his ego would suffer a bit. Attention made him preen though he knew it to be a bit silly and even childish.
One hand moved up and down her back in soothing, slow strokes. And that ego previously mentioned was much too certain that he would come out smelling like roses, that he would be right. Even out there. "Alright, pretend if you must for now but, in the end, you will see that you had no reason to worry. But if you start getting grey hair over this, I'll pluck them all out.
"And four is fine. I'm strong all thanks to my wife's cooking." He grinned down at her. "Speaking of which, you should feed me."
Gabija smiled for the first time since the conversation started. "What a sight that would be." And it would be amusing to her. Just the thought of the children blowing raspberries on his stomach made her smile more. Perhaps she shouldn't show as much amusement at such a prospect but she could hardly help herself. "I'd have to take pictures."
It would be comforting to believe that he was right and that they'd be fine, but she couldn't. Not until she had proof that it would be. At the remark about gray hairs, Gabija shot him a look and hit him a little harder than she really meant to. "I'm not going to get gray hairs and you're not plucking them out. That will only make more grow. You're terrible." She pinched him for good measure. "I suppose I could feed you. Maybe. I'll see how I feel."
It would be quite a sight. Even on his well-maintained tummy, he thought. Any other thought after that was jarred when she hit him. He winced a bit at the strike but his grin stayed in place. The pinch, however, had him pinch her back. "I'll hold you down with one hand, my little wife, and pluck them out as well as the ones that grow in their place! And I would keep them all in a jar.
"Though I could be persuaded to forget this plan if my wife makes me the most delicious sandwich in the world."
Narrowing her eyes, she pinched him back. She had her childish moments as well. It just happened to be for different reasons. "I will bite your fingers off," she said, ducking out of his hold and crossing her arms over her chest. "And feed them to you." She paused for a moment before adding. "In a pie. A very tasty pie."
Her eyes narrowed again and she shoved him lightly. "I should lock you out of the house," she said before quietly walking toward the kitchen. "I hope you stub your toe."
Ow. Pinching -- and then a shove (ok, a little shove but still). This was turning into a very painful show of affection. It was affection in the end, wasn't it? Right?
Another man might have become queasy at the thought of a pie with his own fingers in it and then being made to eat that pie but Samyaza only blew her back a kiss. "Wife, you know you wouldn't hurt my fingers only because you know what I can do with them." A shameless smile took over the grin. Maybe he'd have to remind her after her brother left.
Had it been anyone else, it likely wouldn't have been affectionate. Still. Gabija thought it was well deserved. He was being annoying. If he'd wanted to be treated nicely, he'd behave in a manner that would make people nice to him. It was his own fault, really. He should have known better.
However, the next comment made her pause. It was only for a moment before she continued forward as if she wasn't thinking about everything those fingers could do. She would have to think about non-related things before Mordred came. It was one thing to think about such things when she was with her husband or alone. It was an entirely different and significantly more awkward thing to think about them when talking with your twin. "You don't need all of them."
There was no denying any of that. He could be very bothersome with his smug nature and self-assured talk. Perhaps it did balance some of his better qualities but it didn't make them any more tolerable. Still, he did accept what was his fault. Maybe not with grace but there was acceptance.
That pause was a little victory for him and he ate it him, his ego swelling beyond words. "But it never hurts to have extras," he replied, examining his blessed fingers. The tips of them were given a kiss. And then, strictly to his fingers, he murmured quietly, "And we'll show her why, won't we?"