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Tweak says, "I love you Sydney"

Nyx (night_incarnate) wrote in forgotten_gods,
@ 2009-10-15 05:49:00

Entry tags:

erebos, nyx

Who: Erebos and Nyx
What: A reunion
Where: The Atrium Suite at the London NYC
When: Sunset, the day after this
Warnings: TBA

Few transformations were as stunning as the one that Manhattan underwent at the beginning of every night. The city was pretty enough during the day, but it became truly breathtaking after dusk. It displayed its real splendor then, after switching out its daily attire for something darker and more seductive. The blackness did not conceal its beauty, but rather revealed it, like an artist pulling back a curtain to unmask his masterpiece.

Far above the city, behind a thin sheet of glass, Night herself was silently observing this remarkable transformation. The last of the sun’s rays were slipping quietly below the horizon, bathing the sky in a brilliant display of purple and gold. Neon and artificial lights were flickering to life, giving the city a fluorescent glow that seemed almost surreal. Everywhere, buildings that had appeared plain during the day now glittered brightly against the growing darkness. It was a stunning mural of light and color, painted skillfully on a canvas of pure black.

A tremor of excitement shivered through Nyx’s body as she stood by the window, but it had little to do with the scene below her. She turned her back to the glass and leaned against it, closing her eyes as a wave of anticipation coursed through her veins. On any other evening, she would have gone out to greet the darkness. But tonight was no ordinary night.

Tonight, Darkness would come to her.

Most of her afternoon had been spent preparing for his arrival. The suite had been beautiful before, but now it displayed a few finishing touches that marked it as her own. Dozens of candles were arranged in groups around the room, bouquets of black calla lilies and irises were set out on the tables, and the white bedclothes had been replaced with black satin. The lights had been turned off long ago, and any remaining colors in the room had been muted to dull grays and blacks, just barely illuminated by the flickering candlelight.

Opening her eyes, Nyx smoothed her hands down her gown and pushed away from the window. Slowly, she walked through the suite, giving everything one last appraisal. Nothing was out of place, but she still managed to find a pillow to straighten and a flower to rearrange. Once she was convinced that everything was as perfect as it could be, she sighed softly and returned to her place by the window.

“Not long, now,” she whispered, speaking as much to herself as the city below.

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ooc: *seriously hides* I can't believe this took so long, I'm so sorry

ex_erebos658
2009-10-22 07:20 pm UTC (link)

And the city spoke to him; since the moment of her arrival, every shadow whispered and writhed with the promise of the night. He’d needed no token, no words to know, could find her without map or key, but he had them. He had her. It had almost been more than the day could keep; the desire for the darkness to behold the night again had turned itself into a truly gnawing ache that left every sculpture, every painting, empty. The shadows would not give him peace to work, not when they had their own impatience and he allowed himself to be chased onto the street well before sunset. Avoiding cabs and transit, he picked his path through the streets themselves without ever glancing at map or direction to the London.

He was Erebos and the Darkness knew the way.

The trip took longer than planned—his frequently did, but then, so did hers—and he reached her door long after the night overcame the city. Palms laid flat against the heavy wood, he laid against it, soaked up the cold and with it the presence, strong enough for him to pull around him like a cloak and he rolled languidly against the door. The smile on his face was reserved for Nyx, the only one it could never frighten. He pressed back against the wood, shoulder blades thumping, shoulders hit the doorframe as he breathed again, savoured the moment for exactly what it was—the moment before, the darkest. And then he stepped through.

Locked doors had always been more a suggestion than an absolute; the price of power well worth the reward, the first look at Nyx, again. It was always the first for him, every time he saw her, whether they woke up together or it was after endless separation, and she always took his breath away. The dark smile-wolf smile-night smile only grew as he crossed the distance between them in slow, easy strides. Different, she looked different, but beautiful. His fingers twitched at his side, calluses craving to be laid against skin that looked even smoother than last time. But not yet, not then, he enjoyed the first sight far too much and the moment and the antci—

“You look…”

pation, “incredible.” The heavy combat boots made no sound on the floor as he finally stopped, close enough that he could feel her breath as it brushed over his skin, raise the fine hairs on the back of his neck and turned the smile into something only she would recognize in him—tender. “Nyx,” he breathed, laid only his fingertips against the curve of her jaw and remembered the softness of skin and strength of bone. “Expected nothing less, my lady-love.”

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ooc: Now it's my turn to hide! I'm so sorry for the delay.

night_incarnate
2009-11-15 08:21 am UTC (link)

She knew this sensation, had felt it many times before, and yet the rush of emotion that coursed through her was still powerful enough to make her catch her breath. Her eyelids fluttered as she inhaled, breathing him in, her heart racing even as it threatened to stop completely. There was nothing else but this, nothing else but the two of them, and the world around her faded into nothingness, into darkness, into him.

“My love,” she whispered, just barely leaning into his fingertips. The warmth of his touch tantalized her with promises of things to come, but she resisted the allure of it for a moment, letting the growing anticipation heighten her senses. His face, his eyes, his smile... she had gone too long without the pleasure of seeing them. She devoured the sight of him, the smell of him, the feel of him—the only presence that could blend with hers so perfectly while remaining distinctive in itself.

“Erebos,” she sighed, not out of formality, but because she needed to speak his name, to taste it and to hear it. The months she had spent without him came flooding into her, strengthening and amplifying her emotions. Time, and time apart, could not dull her love for him, only sharpen it, like a whetstone on a fine blade. Her feelings for him grew with each passing decade... and there were many decades behind them. He was her vice, her addiction, her obsession, and she yearned for him even now.

She tilted her head, the movement bringing their faces even closer together. “You are... this is...” she breathed, her lips brushing against his with the words. “Perfect.”

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