the universe was cocking the 'fuck with me' gun

      she relished in his touch , the way that his hands had felt against her and how they had always seemed to do something to her that nobody else was capable of doing . hands had always given her body that warmth that had settled between her thighs , but when she was with Caden , she had that sensation as well as this overall feeling as if she was tingling and like butterflies had been loose in her stomach . he had pressed her hips down against his , breath catching in her throat as she felt him , aroused , and pressed against her center , biting hard on her lower lip as her own pressed down against his . ‘ from the first day , i don’t think i’ve ever felt unloved by you , if that’s possible . i can’t imagine life without you … without us . ‘ with that , she had pressed her lips to his , kissing him hard , every ounce of intimacy and adoration she felt for him displayed in that simple action . ‘ show me how much you love me , Caden . ‘

     ‘ forever doesn’t even seem long enough for me . ‘ fingers had moved to dance over his wrists as his hands had massaged the soft skin through the lace of the lingerie that she had been clad in . hands moved from his wrists , sliding up his arms until they were pressed on either side of his head , moving so she was straddling his hips now , brunette tresses cascading down around them . ‘ tell me it’s not too long for you . ‘ she breathed , leaning down , nose brushing against his as she pressed a teasingly soft kiss to his lips , teeth nipping gently on his lower lip as her hand moved to the side of his face . ‘ you’re my husband now , always and forever . ‘

               “I DON’T KNOW if I understand you,” Daphne admitted. “Arrogance of what?” She had seen Aslan; she had MET him. He had pressed his nose to her bark, and she had felt the wild, unharnessed power by which he created. She still remembered the moment when he declared for trees to wake: she, in her infancy, marveling at the silvered apples on her branches, had found form, and language, and dance. This sun-king was baffling, however. “Are you man?” she asked. “If is really as simple as that.”

               DAPHNE, REALIZING WHAT he was saying, laughed. “Adam isn’t my god,” she replied. “Adam is the first man to walk the earth. All men are his son.” Her mirth couldn’t be contained as she considered what he said: Adam being significant. “Aslan created me,” she replied. “At the creation of this world, he breathed life into me, and I have been here ever since.” Her brow knit for a moment as she considered. “In time that you can measure, it’s been a few thousand years.” She winked. “I show my age well.”

               SHE WEIGHED HER options for a moment, wondering if she should break free from his grasp or not. She let him pull her hand close for a moment, wondering what he was inspecting her for. Reminding herself that he was a guest of the Narnian kings and queens, she gave him a wide grin. “Of course,” she said. “I understand. Looks can always deceive.” Youthful nature unable to be sated, however, Daphne added. “You looked like you would be pleasant conversation.”

               “YOU ARE HUMAN, are you not? Are you not a man?” Her words were genuinely curious, head canted to the side, wondering if they had managed to sneak in some new being without her knowing. Warm eyes raked his form from tip to toe, wondering what she had missed –– and perhaps she was more open with her gaze than was polite for most mortals, but she wasn’t mortal. “You look like a man,” she said, reaching out for his hand to grab it. “Do you feel like one?”

               THERE CAME FROM her a peal of laughter. “You’re one of the visiting kings,” she replied. “A son of Adam, here for… well, I’m not entirely quite sure.” She leaned in, better for which to intimate to him her nature. “My name is Daphne,” she reminded him from the introduction some time ago. “But in full, they call me Daphne Elmbright, first among the trees and liaison to men. I’m a dryad, My Lord. A tree incarnate. I thought you’d known.”

    her teeth flash in a brilliant smile as she leans forward, close enough that she can feel his beard hairs, something that had taken getting used to . “different” she whispers placing a soft kiss to his cheek “some would say that young man was the only good thing to happen to a fallen star.”

               DAPHNE’S BROW RAISED to a near-comic level. “Are you not aware of who I am?” What a strangely ARROGANT question, but Daphne had assumed… first rule of being with mortals: don’t assume. She hadn’t realized that the form she took for men was so seamless; she’d been under the impression that her carriage and nature gave her away immediately. 

    ‘ good because i would rather not call you aunt , no offense . ‘ there was no insult that had been followed with those words , davina having wanted to attempt to fit in as much as possible without people looking at her as if she was a child that had needed to be babysat . she had continued to work on the vase , humming as Lexi spoke of not being an authority figure . ‘ i just want to feel like i belong , and having an aunt here serving as an aunt would only make me feel as if i’m being babysat . ‘