Alicyn's Shorts

Deserving

From the depths of sleep, Rhea felt a hand gently trace down her waistline and over her thigh. Slowly opening her eyes, for sleep had lulled her deep under the vale of dreams, she watched at the pale hand that touched her go back up her leg to her waist. Glancing up he did not notice she was awake, engrossed in what he was doing, her friend's eyes trained on her skin.

Well, he was once her god. Someone she prayed to every night when she woke and every day before she went to sleep. A man with a blank white mask, who she had always believed in. Even when her brothers lost faith, and those around her called her a zealot and discredited her visions to be false. To say that her truth was all lies and deceit.

"It is not polite to stare." his low and velvet like voice pulled her from her thoughts as his eyes glanced at hers.

"I only did as you did, only I chose your face, not my leg." a warm rumble of laughter as he pulled up the sheet around her.

"And what a beautiful leg it is."

"If you say so." A raise of a eyebrow.

"Do you not think so?" He turned, making himself comfortable with one arm tucked under his head and with the other reached to run his fingers over her arm.

"I think my appearance is my appearance. Some might like it, other might see it as a lie."

"A lie?" soft and gentle, always to put her at ease. His hands had never been rough with her, not once since he had revived her and she met her god in the flesh.

"I am attractive, and to some I might be a lying scheming enchantress, to another maybe I am a gentle and demure woman." he snorted at the latter, and she smiled.

"However, an appearance is an appearance, it has nothing to do with the person inside. Unless you are vain." She smiled as a small smile tugged on his mouth, grim and determined it was not to.

Always so serious she had once told him, he had only raised an eyebrow as amusement danced in his eyes.

"Unless you are vain."

she nodded seriously.

"Then what of the person?" He eyes back to hers, searching.

"Which one?"

"anyone." She looked down staring at the dark sheets under them. Then looked up.

All believed him to be evil, after all he was the King of Monsters. All of their kind either feared him or hated him, none worshiped him now. Some though, would still take his side in a war. Some would still raise his banner.

She raised her hand to his cheek, grazing her finger against his skin, his eyes became hooded and tense as she thought.

"I cannot answer for others for I do not know them. However I am me, all the good and bad, whatever that might mean. and you, are you. No one sees the same person, My husband saw a woman who he thought he might tame into a gentlewoman, in me he saw what my mother had written him and for a long time ignored the rest. My mother saw a pretty girl she had birthed to be used as a tool to further her goals. Many see you as the blood god, a myth that was the guiding hand to our race, some say you are kind, other say you are cruel. But what they see, what they know, it is actually us?" his thumb brushed against her cheek.

"I do not know." His voice unbearably sad. oh her dearest friend, his face softened by emotion and a deep well of sadness shaded his eyes. She began to tracing the contour of his cheekbones, the sharpness of his jaw and the hollow of his eyes, down to his lip and chin.

Ease him, comfort him, quiet his sorrows...

"Let me tell you what I see, for my truths are only what I believe them to be and my faith in them can only be as strong as my belief." she took a breath, watching the way he inhaled her scent as her fingers brushed against the side of his parted mouth. And as always his eyes intent on her.

"I see a man. A tired man who has done what he must to protect those he loves. A man, who is not always right, who can be cruel but who can also be unbearably kind and gentle. A man, who always listened, and did his best. Someone who needs to be loved. Because my dearest friend," she came closer, until they were only inches apart, pressing her forehead against his, as his arm wrapped around her waistline. "you deserve to be loved." she said it with a fericess into the quiet, daring it to silence her words.

"You deserve the gentle things, and the small things. and everything in between those things. you deserve to be happy."

She pressed a kiss to the center of his brow and pulled away so she could see him.

"That is my truth."

"Rhea." he said her name so quietly that she could barely hear it, as if in prayer. He then brought her closer to him so that every inch of skin touched. One hand at the small of her back and the other craddling the back of her head, and buried his face into her hair. A sigh so deep as if he had held it for a very long time came out and she smiled and ran her fingers down his spine. Soothing, warm and gentle.

"You are deserving of all of these things." She spoke, threading her fingers through his hair, resting her chin atop his head.

"Every single one of them."

A/n:
Honestly I can preached about my otp being Nan and Howler, But honestly it's these two. Hopefully you guys can get more of their story later on. It's important to me XD
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*dont worry am working on Obsessed still, this ended up being my warm up