Sylran Arash

~Music~

Forever. There was nothing less than forever for them. It was a new chapter in Kali’s life, as much as it was for Sylran. Marriage had been a write off for both of them long before they met. He was a playboy; she was a free spirit. Nothing and nobody could have predicted their future together, but here they were. There was something so rare between them, a love so raw and unfiltered it would fill any room they entered like a dense fog. There was trouble in the beginning, but what love doesn’t have it’s obstacles? The way they looked at one another, there was always a sense of longing despite being at each other’s side. They could never be close enough. Neither of them needed a big wedding. Parties and dancing didn’t define the strength of their love for one another. 

Staring up into his shining turquoise eyes, Kali’s own glistened with the emotions fighting to come forth in the form of tears. All the people that had stopped to watch were barely lingering in the back of Kali’s mind. Even her sister had disappeared. How had it come to this? Her whole world had spiraled into something unexpected, and now she was standing here before the only man she imagined herself with. He changed everything for her, and she for him. The long winded speech of the pastor fell upon deaf ears. Clutching tightly to her sweetheart, Kali just waited, losing herself in the eyes of her true soul mate. His emotions bled onto the priestess. Even with full control of her gift, Kali failed to suppress the emotions she picked up from him. What bliss. She silently mused. 

What did she ever do to deserve such a blessing? As Sylran slid the precious ring upon her finger, it was like he set everything into motion. They had done everything backwards, but there was still so much in store for them. They had one child already, but that wasn’t enough. She was ready for their next adventure. Their next step in growing a bigger family, and growing old at each other’s side. Finally the moment came, the one they had been waiting what seemed like years for… 

“Sylran, you may kiss your bride.”

Kali’s heart started to race, her chest aching as everything stopped. Everyone disappeared. The sound of cheers and clapping faded into nothing. She released his hands, her heartbeat getting faster and faster as he leaned in. One of his hands caressed her jawline with a delicate touch so foreign for a man of his overall brutality. His other hand then promptly found the small of her back. Her body moved with his guidance, both of his strong hands at her back drawing her into him without hesitation. She was his now, and he was hers. Forever. Both of the priestess’ frail arms coiled around her husband’s neck, clutching onto him as they’d finally meet in a kiss. It filled her very core with all the love he could give her, as well as all of her own. The elation that flooded Kali made every part of her feel warm from the inside out. It was overwhelming to say the least. Just as she promised, she held him tight. She had him now, and she was -never- letting go. 

In the life of an elf, four or five months were no more than a blink of an eye. Maybe less. Even still, it had been the longest few months of Kali’s life. War commonly tore people apart, which initially, it had. With Kali and Syl, the idea that distance making their hearts grow fonder was hardly able to describe the truth of the situation. Here in the darkness of Kali’s library, a beast of a man slept like that of a innocent child, clinging to her side affectionately. From the outside, there would never be an indication that someone like Sylran would have such a gentle side that only Kali had so far been privy to. What did she do to deserve this? The soft periwinkle hue of her eyes were the only source of light in the dark room, brightening the image of her lover’s visage for the priestess to see. 

This moment, this one right here…. It was long overdue. It was finally time to truly merge their lives as one. Delicately, Kali pressed a loving kiss upon her sweetheart’s cheek. Feeling the rough texture of his facial hair brought comfort to the priestess, though it didn’t keep her from slipping free of Syl’s tight grasp. Within the large, recessed lounge, she allow Syl to remain asleep with a warm blanket to cover his exposed form. Better to let him retreat to his pleasant thoughts while he can. It wasn’t long before Kali had made her way onto the main deck, half expecting to see the clouds they so often lingered within during their flights. The night sky illuminated the well kept field beneath the ship, reminding her of the fact they were currently in a dry dock at the estate. There were soft orange hues that were visible from the estate, the light from the windows indicating the presence of others that had yet to retire for the night. 

“My lady?” 

Leaning against the bannister, the priestess had lost herself in thought whilst gazing upon what extraordinary land her and Sylran shared. The male voice drew her attention back to reality, causing a sharp swivel in the male’s direction. It was just one of the crew members, a young elven male.  “Are you alright my Lady? Should I summon the Captain?” This particular crewman she remembered, and his approach was not entirely expected given the few interactions they did have being… Unusual to most. Her sweet smile threw him, the petite woman turning with a smooth spin on her heel. To make matters worse, her hand moved to tenderly press against the elf’s cheek. Confusion and what could have been interpreted as fear washed over his face within an instant. The crew were all aware of how deceptive the priestess’ image proved to be. The image of fragility and gentleness; that was what everyone first assumed of her. Time and time again, Sylran and the crew learned that was so far from the truth. 

“No… Do not wake him.” It seemed a simple enough response, but the man knew better than that. It was the same look she gave him that night. The night that’s been burned in his mind forever. Luckily for him, Kali was in a particularly good mood. He didn’t deserve to endure what Kali could dish out, not this night. “But I have a job for you. I need it done by the morning, so you better ensure you are -very- fast.” The lump that he swallowed back was almost visible from where Kali stood. Like the look on his face mattered. She knew what lie within his mind. She felt his fear… And his desires. He was ever so still as she drew her gaze down his visage, wandering down his form until she was looking at the very tips of his shoes. It was non-threatening to any outsider looking in, but the young elf knew much better than that. His fists clenched at his sides, enduring the intense gaze of the priestess as she lifted it back up to meet his own. “O-of course My lady… I’ll get on it right away. What.. What is -it- exactly?” 

Cute. So nervous, but so eager to please. He was always a little more anxious around her than the rest of the crew. Her hand still remain so delicately upon his cheek, a gesture that would have easily been mistaken for something sweet or comforting. It was most definitely nothing of the sort. Her slender digits slid back, just enough to curl around the nape of the elf’s neck. He was drawn towards her with an unexpected jerk, Kali’s breath warm upon his ear as her cheek pressed to his. A flash of terror crossed his features at first, but it quickly shifted to confusion as his mind was clouded with an image of her choosing. Soft whispers filled the silence as he continued to see the forced projection she’d burn into his mind. The tension in his body was so intense, she could feel his anxiety and excitement resonating off of him. The purse of Kali’s lips brought them to his cheek as she pulled away, eliciting a nervous jolt from the elf. Frantically, he searched the deck for anyone who might have seen. If the Captain had thought he was doing -anything- to advance on his Queen, he would have his head. Kali knew this. The poor man was so unaware that she was only so intense with him because she knew it would get to him. Other crew members held their own around her, but this one, he was an easy target. 

The sound of owls lingered in the quiet night air as Kali pulled away from the elf, the mischief behind her entire display hidden within that lovely smirk of hers. “Before dawn, and you will get to see the rest…” The deepest shade of pink flushed the elf’s face, his forehead glistening from being the unfortunate target of Kali’s little game. “Of course My lady! R-right away!” It took no less than a few seconds for him to disappear off the empty airship, leaving Kali once again alone to her thoughts. Tomorrow was the day. War would never stand in the way of her love, not then, not now. Syl was the one who changed everything, and becoming his wife was something Kali thought to be so out of reach. There was no need for a big show, a party, gifts… All she needed was him. Leaning into the bannister once more, a dreamy sigh escaped the priestess.

“Finally…”