AQUARIUS LOVER by Louise May Smith

chapter 1

All that she could think was that she needed him. She needed his arms around her, needed him to hold her and whisper that they would find a way to be together. Her name was Potentia!!

There she stood, embedded with her golden champagne locks, as they slowly ripple down her face and over her shoulders like a snake slithering down the apple tree. Potentia, a lady rich and fair. Roseus cheeks beside her aflush buttoned nose. She is a little woman. There is a curious style, a great sense of high voltage about her. She is clothed in a huge elegant puffy dress and golden high-heeled pumps, as bright as her aspirations that twirl turbulently, twisting around in her beautifully adorned head. Around her throat, a lace choker-neck necklace, and wound around her hair a beautiful trail of flowers, daffodils and daisies and roses and bluebells and periwinkles all of the same aesthetic. Her skin is very perfectly pale, and she is wearing pearls, in her ears, around her neck, on her wrists, a sense of royalty comes beyond the pearls. 

Oh, well she is obsessed, With the way his head is reclined on her chest. How he loves the things she hates about herself.  That nobody else knows, but when she is with him, she sees hope again. Their love is a redamancy, it is beautiful, their love is deviously divine. There is a warm understanding relationship between them, despite the ingenious secrecy they were pursuing. They are really crazy about each other but undemonstrative and humorous in their companionship. They are tolerant, easy-going, taking drink for drink, and battling their way together, night by night,  with a dry humour.

Elysian, that is his name, well he is a kind man, benignus. Elysian is, tall and tanned, the complexion of the golden sun.

Elysian~ 

 ‘thy fairest Potentia, how beautiful thou art.’

Potentia ~ 

'Dearest Elysian, thou art not for me, as I am much so sorrowful for ye own heart.’

Elysian~

‘ If you want to run to a quiet place, at the end of this world, run with me.’

You see, dearest Potentia was in love with Elysian, in fact, she dreamed of being with him forever, but she could not be found alone with him. Her late father had commanded her to marry once, yet she did but to a fellow man named Bently Keltington. 

It was not the sort of kiss she had had with him before, 

             hungry, 

                             wanting, 

                                                 desperate. 

It was not the sort of kiss she had had with anyone before. This kiss was so soft it was like a memory to her lips, so careful on her lips that it was like someone was running his fingers along them. Her mouth parted and stilled; it was so quiet a whisper, not a shout. Bently’s hand touched her neck, thumb pressed into the skin next to her jaw. It was not a kiss that meant ‘i need more’, it was a kiss saying ‘i want this’. It was completely soundless. She did not think any of them were breathing. Bently sat back up, slowly, and she opened her eyes. His expression, as ever, was blank, the face he wore when something mattered. He said ‘that's how I would kiss you if I actually loved you.’ And this is why Potentia was wanting to run away, far away from her home in Oxford, with the dearest Elysian.  

Bently, a user, a seeker, seeks happiness in naughtiness. Bently seeks Potentia’s money, his dream to reign was so so close, yet his spite took the best of him. His eyes are so deeply enticing, slowly persuading you to pull in closer. Hand in hand, slowly moving around the neck, she knows it is wrong, it is fake. She knows he is just in it for the money but she cannot resist it. Oh but, She loves it. The love, the passion, the moment, where she felt Bently may actually be falling in love. Was he in love? Fie, It was a game.  A sexual game nonetheless.

 He desired her for her money, her riches, her fame, her beauty.

Bently ~

‘Oh dear potentia, I am so downhearted. I do not know why I am sad. I do not love you anymore, in fact, I never have. Yet the way your hand rolls through my gingery locks in bed, it makes me feel safe. The smoothness of your legs, as you wrap them tightly around mine, the smell of your hair as I wrap it so tightly around my wrists whilst you sleep. Yes, I am obsessed with you. But not in love. I wanna keep you as my own. To use you, to gain what you have, to feel empowered by myself. Please, dear potentia. Take me, hold me close, let my hands roll in your champagne and golden locks. Let thy hair be our glorious saviour. So, keep me. So, let me keep you. So, be within my bed tonight. Dear Potentia, I need you, I need your beauty, I need your money.’

Potentia~

‘Take you back? Oh, I'd love to but you are a pathetic excuse for a man and I’m allergic to liars,  cheaters and man whores like you.’ 

(Bently exits, elysian enters)

Elysian~

‘He was an ass. He made you fall for him and he was not there to catch you. But worst of all, he made you trust him. He made you think he was not like all the others, well dear Potentia he is worse!