Talking to The Moon {East}

[gamemaker kelsier]

S P E A K I N G // T H I N K I N G

She ran her hand down the neck of Lazuli, the dark skinned girl sitting in front of the vanity mirror. Drawing her long, carefully painted nail down to trace her shoulder blade, Persephone leaned in to nibble on her ear. as the other girl let out a soft moan. Neither were wearing much in the case of clothes, and the same could be said for Garnet and Carnelian, who were lounging side by side upon the bed, books opened before them. It was nights like these that she lived for, counting her three jewels up in her tower rooms. Not being able to touch the flesh of a male had worked itself out pretty easily when Jo had figured out that she didn't particularly care about gender. Warm skin was warm skin, and touching just to feel warmth was what she lived for.

It was lonely, int his big old empty hospital, and Jo felt lonlier still when ever she saw the ghost of Prometheus, their fearless leader wandering through the halls. He had this constant look of worry on him one she would give anything to smooth out with her own two hands. She traded places with Lazuli, and bade her to run a brush through her long, fine hair. The repetitive motion of the brush running through again and again was always enough to pull her into something close to a trance. A small smile played itself upon her lips as she sat in front of the vanity's mirror. Enjoying the attention more than anything else. It didn't take much to make Jo happy, luckily for her attendants, and they were almost professional at it, having been with her for at least three years now.

Sometimes it just wasn't enough though, and on their late night romps, she would imagine that it was him holding her, instead of one of her girls. She wanted it to be him so badly, lust and longing almost wrapping themselves around him whenever they held a conversation. With a sigh of annoyance, she shook her head, studying her appearance in the mirror, just wondering why she wasn't good enough for Prometheus. Her eyes were kind of squinty around the edges, and her hair, although nicely brushed now, was often disheveled. She looked downwards, he small breasts still perky, but they could have been bigger she supposed. it all didn't matter really, no matter how much she looked at her body. The simple fact of the matter was that Persephone could never let herself fall in love with Prometheus.

Too bad for her that she already had, long ago. Alas, she had to remain a virgin forever. Frustration overtook her, and with an almost audible mood change, she stood up, roughly pushing Lazuli's hand away, storming over to the bathroom, she shut herself in and pulled on a bathrobe, her short frame looking so unmenacing in the mirror that it almost killed her. With a sigh, she swept her hair back from her face, and reached into the shower, grabbing the razor. She meant to clean up her legs, to pull off some of that extra hair. The blade running down her legs often soothed her in a weird way. She quickly ran it down her left calf, and then up her leg to her sigh, a slight hiss escaping from between her lips when they dryness of her skin resulted in her leg getting cut open in a small cut.

The razor did it's job, and Jo dropped it, the metal of the handle giving off a resonant clang as it landed. Pursing her lips in mild annoyance, she grabbed a wad of toilet paper and pressed it to the cut to staunch the bleeding. Normally she would just let the liquid flow down, covering her n a red disguise, but tonight there would be a meeting with Prometheus, and he tended to hate seeing blood on her,a s if she was something he carefully protected. She was okay with that, if only he would let her touch him in the way she wanted to as well. Leaving the razor on the ground, she came out of the bathroom if not a little awkwardly because she still held the tissue to her leg. "Holy Mother of the Moon," she cursed as the wound bled with the movement, and she was pleased to have her ladies flock to her side as soon as they saw the poorly made bandage.

Helping her back to the vanity chair, Garnet fled to retrieve a bandage, while Lazuli fretted and Carnelian cleaned the wound. It was nice to have people to fret over you, and although some would see it as babying, Jo did not have the experience to say that it was. Sure, she had her brother to take care of her, but there was no feeling like the one of knowing that you are the center of attention. She hastily took the bandage and put it on herself when Garnet came back however, lest she see her less then pristine upper inner legs. The time of when Prometheus would come to see her was getting nearer and nearer, and Persephone found herself getting more and more agitated as it grew nearer. She stood up and began to pace, her eyes on the old clock on the far wall.

As she walked, Lazuli sorted through her closet, holding up garment after garment, and Persephone would shake her head, each time, until she finally lifted up a plain, pearl coloured slip, that fell to just above the knees. Prom always talked of how she was an innocent little lamb, and this looked like an outfit fit for one. Removing the robes, she pulled the slip on. It hugged her body and curves in all the right places, but just did not cover the bandage fully. Jo shrugged, and pulled her hair back to rest on her shoulders. She didn't bother with any ornamental make-up, knowing that her fearless leader preferred the natural look above all. It was one of the things she liked about him, she did not have to pretend to be someone she was not for him. All she had to do was be Jo, and he would be her Prom.

As she stood in front of the vanity mirror, a knock came upon the door, after a moment she realized that her girls were still far too undressed for Prometheus' eyes, she shooed them to put on their clothes. Once they were appropriately clothed, they went to the door, and Persephone arranged herself on her settee, trying to appear relaxed.

[Eastern Orange]

Prometheus paced the dusty floor boards of the bell tower like a caged animal, his mounting frustration and despair were to a point where he was thinking about throwing himself off and ending it all now. But no. He would reach the Zenith when it was his time. The moon was not ready for him yet, or she would have taken him. He forced himself to stop and take a deep breath, trying to dispel his negative emotions.

It didn’t help.

He looked up through the hole in the roof, gauging the time by the position of the moon. It was almost time to go to Jo. He sighed, knowing that he had better get a handle on his emotions before meeting with her; she always seemed attuned with his moods and would worry for him. And he hated to worry her. He had looked after Jo since she was just a little girl, and he was quite protective of her. Half the reason why he forbid his priestesses to enter relationships was to keep her safe, the other half of the reason being that it made sense, since the moon was pure herself. The thought of her being with a man, made him want to stab someone.

He tried for awhile to meditate, but what had always centered him and brought him peace, failed him now. When he got up to climb down the rickety staircase, he was still in a terrible mood. The failure to gather followers was really starting to get to him. Why don’t people flock to him to hear the glory of the moon? Why don’t they see that she can save them from a miserable life? Prometheus was starting to doubt himself, which never happened. That’s how close to the edge he was. He doubted his beliefs for a split second which brought on extreme self hate, which brought on more doubt, and then more hate – It’s just a vicious cycle that he is stuck in at the moment, and he has no clue how to get out of it.

How was he supposed to face Jo like this? He stood in front of her door for awhile, debating with himself on whether to turn around or not, but ultimately he decided to just go ahead and knock. There was a flurry of activity behind the door before it was finally thrown open to reveal Jo’s ladies. They smiled at Prometheus with evil glints in their eyes. Prometheus ignored them, and tried to see around the three annoyances. Two girls grabbed each arm, while the other one grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him in. “Hello leader.” She purred, stroking the dark fabric of his shirt. Prometheus finally looked down at them, and his frustration finally reached the boiling point. Usually, he tried to be cordial to the three little minxes but today he just couldn’t. He curled his lip and shook them off violently. “Leave us!” He hissed and pointed to the door he just entered. Knowing better then to question their leader when he was like this, the three girls rushed out of the room without further prompting.

When they were gone, Prometheus stood in the middle of Jo’s room, trying to regain some sort of control over his temper. It was impossible. He hadn’t sleep or eaten in days, there was a dull headache at the base of his skull, and a whiney ring in his ears. He signed heavily and went to kneel in front of Jo. He took up her hand and kissed it softly. “M’lady.” He murmured before laying his head in her lap, signing heavily. “Something is wrong Jo.” He said finally.

[gamemaker kelsier]

S P E A K I N G // T H I N K I N G

Jo’s lips curled up into a grin as she watched her girls get banished. She loved them dearly, but when it came to Prometheus’ affections, she would rather see their hands cut off, than touching him. She almost purred as he walked over to her. She loved it when he met her here, in her territory. It was hard to not notice someone standing right in front of you. Well, in her case, sitting. The point was that sometimes she felt as if Prom just did not give her enough attention, and she was like a fairy, she almost needed it just to live. That's one reason why living with him sometimes got frustrating, it was like living with a ghost. But when he needed her, oh he needed her, and it felt delicious.

She drew out the moment, preoccupying herself with her dress, and waiting for her jewels to leave so that she could continue trying to restrain herself from throwing herself at him. It was almost disgusting how much she wanted him, the way she relied on him. It was the perfect night though, as her brother and Prom's right hand man was out working on collecting members. She smiled crookedly, a result of the fact of trying to be sexy. It wasn't working, she couldn't do sexy. She could do pretty and cute, but sexy was different and harder. And she was under the assumption that maybe it was because she still held her V-card, even though she was almost waving it in Prometheus' face every time she saw him.

She shivered as he kissed her hand, knowing that he saw it as just a gesture that he would pay to any woman, wishing it was something simply for her. Sighing, she took in his appearance properly, noticing how weak he looked. A cross look sat on her face, where her joyful smile should have been. She did her best to always appear carefree for him, but when he did stupid things like not eat, she felt she had a right to be angry with him. Still, she ran her hands through his disheveled hair, enjoying the light colour of it, and the way the candlelight in the room flickered carefully over it, as if it knew that this particular head was very important to her. She cradled his head carefully, holding it just so that it rested lightly on her lap in what she knew was a comfortable way.

Carefully, she massaged his temples, pressing her fingers to take away the pain of the headache. She had gotten very practiced of it because he required it from her so often. Now she was almost annoyed that he had sent away her girls because if one were here, she could ask them to prepare something. Silently, she berated herself for her selfish stupidity, reminding herself that that it was Prometheus she served, and she was not doing a very good job of it. Of course if he would simply come to her whenever he had a problem instead of just coming t her for his weekly visits she could help him much more. But no, he had to protect her from the strain of life, he saw it has his job, and sometimes it bloody well just pissed her off.

As she shifted her weight, she felt her skin pull at the cut on her leg that had been busy with seeping out blood, and she clenched her teeth, but did not make a sound, not wanting Prometheus to jump to any conclusions. She slowly tugged her slip down farther, moving deliberately so as not to bother the head resting on her knee. After getting comfortable again, she finally said, "If my lord wishes, he might tell me his problem?" She bit her lip, waiting. Sometimes, if not all the time, he kept things from her just so he could keep her innocent. Sometimes she felt like running away, the daunting job of Priestesshood seeming to swallow her up. Not that she didn't love it.

She completely loved the job she had, but what she didn't love was the way that Prometheus would sometimes place his hand on her thigh, and then realize what he was doing and not go any further. It always teared through her, as if he didn't know her feelings toward him. He must have by now, there was no way that he could not know exactly how she felt for him, but even so, he chose to ignore it. Truthfully, his visits almost annoyed her more than she enjoyed them because after them she was filled with so much raw emotion, and never the release that she was looking for. Quietly, she began to hum to soothe herself and Prometheus, the song one that her mother probably sang to her when she was a child. Something about building a magic moving ladder over a large wall to reach the capitol and eat a do-nut. It was ridiculous drivel, but one of her favourites.

[Eastern Orange]

Prometheus let out soft groans of pleasure as Jo's cool fingers pressed gently against his skull; relieving some of his pain. His eyes drifted shut, and his mind slowly quieted. Without even realizing what he was doing, the cult leader started running his hand up and down Jo's calf, marveling at it's silky texture.

After weeks of restless nights, Prometheus was actually on the verge of sleep. He slipped in and out of consciousnesses, wanting to sleep, but resisting because he didn't want to loose his time with Jo.

Just as he was drifting off for good, Jo chose to speak. "If my lord wishes, he might tell me his problem?"

Prometheus snarled and flung himself away from Jo. He ended up on the other side of the room, where he started to pace like he did in the bell tower. A sign that he was agitated once more.

His swift change in emotion was just another side effect of the stress and restlessness he felt. "My lord?" He repeated. "Jo, I didn't come here as the Illuminator." He spat the last word, his face screwing up bitterly. "Not that I even am one!" He stopped abruptly and brought his hands to cover his face. "Why do I try, Jo? They don't understand, and they don't care." He doesn't mention who 'they' are, because he just means everyone. "They are content to rot away, never knowing what glory awaits them. If only they would turn their faces toward the moon's gracious light, they would know what I know. They would feel what I feel."

He sighs wearily and returns back to Jo, laying his head once more in her lap. "Is it something I'm doing?"

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