The House Of Blood and Dust, Book One: Darkness Rising

Unity of Crows

Is there nothingness within the air, such gentle graces blessed my hand, my heart and my eyes. I do not write anymore as my heart grew harsher with time and deadly words recreate such horrid memories but alas I feel music crawl through my veins as my eyes gaze upon the beauty, this is all I see: fire for it comes from her hair covering her face as she rides me as I am hers, life as her breasts linger in my hands, my lips gently caressing such ample breasts. No longer do I seek to slay my mind of its demons living within, but I harness them. I bite down on her skin, she rakes the skin of my back and blood trickles down my spine, my hands upon her arse as she bounces upon me. Our lips connect with love and lust, my arms around her back. I hold her as we climax as with finish with each other, as always I gaze into her eyes and smile.

          Circe rolls over and lies next to me, she breathes fastly then slowly to the rhythm of my heart. The place we are in looks more like a crack den rather than a hotel room, but the bed is nice enough,

          “My love, is something troubling you?” I turn to her and smile,

          “I fear something shall take you from me, or I shall not be near to save you.” She rolls on to me and I take her in my arms,

          “Do not worry… remember than I love you.”

          “I love you too.”

          “Good.” I hold her close to me and kiss her forehead, where we both drift into sleep. Not for very long as the world seems to scream to me to wake, but Circe still rests I clamour from the bed and as feet touch ground the cold chills through my body like an ice spike through the heart. I move into the bathroom to look upon myself; at least the bathroom is clean enough no cockroaches climbing up my legs. I stare into the mirror and then through the door to the red haired temptress. Into the shower I move, to clean one’s soul and dirty broken skin, it doesn’t last very long it never does. As I climb out the thunder cracks like a whip in the background and yet Circe sleeps through it as she always does, that woman can sleep through anything and has.

          I towel dry myself and move over to the window, I stare out of the window and see nothingness, a sudden eruption of lightening tears open the sky, rain thunders to the ground with power.

          “What are you doing up, darling?”

          “Listening, my love.” I don’t turn to her just stare into the darkness. I hear her breathe heavily, deeply like a sigh and her arms wrap around me,

          “Do not worry… we’ll remain together, we are destined.”

          “Aye, maybe we should leave… the morning is no longer safe perhaps under the guise of night we’ll make it into Tivara.” She kisses me on the back of the neck and breathes down it,

          “I am tired; Avenji… all I wish for is to sleep next to you.” I turn and face the red haired beauty, we share a kiss and she takes my troubled mind to bed where we drift back to sleep.  

The sun beams through the window, dust particles float precariously through the air. I climb from the bed and feel the warm hand of Circe grab my arse,

          “I do hope you are not thinking of putting clothes on.” I laugh,

          “I thought we were leaving?” I smirk and so does she, crawling towards me, her lips extended for a kiss; I oblige happily

          “Doesn’t mean we have to put clothes on right away.” I climb back on to the bed kissing her, as her lips wrap around my waist. I move down to her breasts to kiss them, I hold her close to me; her heart beats through her chest and I come back to her lips, “I love your lips.”