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Damaia (i_cast) wrote in we_coexist,

The crone sat as pretty as a picture on the end of the bed. She didn't rush to her Viking king, nor did she slide up to his mirror. She sat right where she was, watching, judging, considering. They were similar, yet she could feel differences in them, even without the bond binding her to one and leaving the other a stranger. It was odd seeing him and not feeling him.

"Interesting." She'd seen them together now and then, but this time it was her moment to actually take them in at once. "You do realize I could burn the two of you up, rising from the rubble like a phoenix?" She might have been more than little interested in what ecstasies the night could bring, but she was also frustrated with their lack of desire to prepare for what came next. There had to be a way to prepare. The fact that both seemed very willing to live until they died, oddly something she found devastatingly alluring, made her very much want to burn them both up and be done with them. They were both capable of breaking her heart, even or perhaps especially the one that was not hers.

"Lief." She lifted her hand to him. "My liege." Her other hand lifted for her husband. "You two have been very naughty without me." It wasn't an accusation, nor was it condemnation. The smile on her lips suggested that she didn't mind being left out other than she didn't get to play too. The two Vikings enjoying time with each other seemed like a very interesting form of masturbation, and she wouldn't begrudge her husband that.

"I suppose you'll have to make it up to me." Baba Yaga knew they could and would.