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Shorts

Dancing Ruby Phoenix stared him down with the accusing glare that she normally gave when he had been gone for months. He knew she meant it to be imposing, threatening, in a way, but her face could not hide her relief each time he had returned. The scent of her comfort was more than enough to let him comfortably bear those burning eyes upon him.

This time, however, she truly felt what those eyes were saying. Her scent was almost harsh, almost, and it told him that she was truly frustrated, though perhaps not quite angry.

“It has been nearly six years, husband.” Her pause was lengthy, filled with the silent deliberation that Ruby used prior to announcing a sentence on those of her subjects that had committed crimes within glorious Rathess. She opened her mouth as if to speak again, and shut it, instead walking down from the dais.

Sun’s Setting tensed as she approached. Ruby was his match in combat in every conceivable way. Her sword was swift, her fists mighty, and her form lithe. If she wanted to hurt him now, she would do it. She came before him, and stared up into his brown eyes. With a frustrated sigh she wrapped her arms around him, and squeezed tight enough to force the air from his lungs.

He returned the embrace with equal fervor, and whispered into her ear, “I’m sorry, my love. I’m so sorry.” Though she asked him where he had been, as she did every time he returned to her, he couldn’t bring himself to answer. She would be too hurt. She would never forgive him.

Sun’s Setting hated himself.

The sound of the morning tide and his padded hands on her back were the real reward. The deliberative had given her awards, recognized her as great. Finally, she thought idly, though that thought was only a shadow in the back of her mind. Shining Star placed her hand on that of her lovers, and bade it rest on her shoulder with gentile pressure.

She thought of all the work, the decades of experimentation, and the long, lonely nights that building the house of doors had taken. So many nights she had stayed away from her bed, striving for that little piece of information that would let her find a solution to the current problem. Many times she had wondered if the effort was worth it.

She reflected on all the things she had put aside for that project. She had pushed much of Nine Lives company away. She had pushed aside the rest of her circle, except when she was needed. She had even discarded the idea of a family.

Her lover’s free arm wove around her waist to encircle her as his lips found the side of her neck. Amidst his caresses she realized what her next big project was to be, and considered how difficult it would be to learn how to knit little socks and hats.

Seventh Son stretched with a wide smile contorting oddly on his face. He slackened, feeling completely sated for the first time since his last stay within the glorious Yu-Shan. He was naked, but in this place it hardly mattered. The only clothing to be seen within the Mansion of Carnal Pleasures was the occasional blindfold that some wore to add new thrill to the experience.

Hovering a few inches from the ground in front of him was one of the most beautiful creatures in the whole of existence. Lesarrah, a goddess of fertility worshipped in a small island country to the west, smirked and giggled at the sight of him. “That was wonderful, young one. I’m surprised that a boy of your age knew all of…that.” Her smile widened as she remembered their experience a few moments ago.

With a jovial laugh Seventh Son let a trickle of essence to his forehead, causing the empty ring of gold that adorned his brow whenever he used his powers to show. “Not as young as you think, Goddess.”

The goddess looked surprised for a moment, and shyly bowed her head to him, “I apologize for my assumption, Prince of the Earth.”

He was about to respond when a familiar figure made its way to the curtain that separated their room from the rest of the mansion. “Leave us, Goddess.” The voice was sweet, melodic, and completely indistinguishable in gender. In a hurry, Lesarrah bowed to the curtain, and made her way from the chamber without a word.

“Hello, Song Sparrow.” he said, instantly recognizing the voice of the Chosen of Serenity.

The face that Seventh Son saw peeking past the curtain was as boyish as his own. The newcomer gave him a sly smile, and asked, “Care for more company, Love?”

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