Odyssey fic - Blood and Gold
Some fic inspired by last Odyssey, and the recurring themes of blood and gold that mean a lot to Mehib (my character).
Some FOIP for mindset and shennanigans. Warnings for gore and scenes of a sexual nature (although nothing too obvious, shockingly)
Blood and gold
Golden words from a tongue cruelly cut out and thought stilled. Far from his broken body, Zabbi still talks to Mehib. He reminds her of things she had forgotten, whispering secrets and truths and lies in the silence of her mind and the corner of her eyes.
Bloody roses blooming on the floor of her tent as she welcomes Gethi back from far beyond; hand prints of her own blood as she writhes beneath his mouth on her neck. Her blood, then his, then Xazar’s, then even Hanno’s; their blood mingling, each breath a sharp “Ia” of praise.
A golden tongue trailing across her skin, drawing out her secrets with its searing touch. A golden mouth against hers, drawing out gasps with honeyed kisses. Golden skin against hers, slick with oil and sweat, each movement more wonderful than the last.
Blood-slicked kisses for sending on a bride, for welcoming back a brother, for rewarding a champion. Her body is for the gods, for their chosen, for anyone who needs it, for anyone who deserves it. Each kiss a covenant, a bridge between life and death, and the whisper of something more.
Golden sunlight beating down from an unforgiving sun, her body helpless and transfixed by rage and desperation. Under its harsh gaze, her mind begins to burn with ideas of revenge against the Betrayer, invoked right before her. The fire is quenched by soft words and cool hands, but the edges are still blackened and charred, a warning.
Blood on a grey robe, gore dripping from an empty socket; badges of devotion to the Gods, and to a family not yet his but promised. Each drop of blood a sign of the red to come, the red that shall drench him and bring him forth reborn. Make him theirs...make him hers.
Golden firelight on red sashes - family.
A golden bridal necklace marked with blood - sacrifice.
Her hands, gold-painted, blood-stained - duty.
Blood and gold - Carthage.
Some FOIP for mindset and shennanigans. Warnings for gore and scenes of a sexual nature (although nothing too obvious, shockingly)
Blood and gold
Golden words from a tongue cruelly cut out and thought stilled. Far from his broken body, Zabbi still talks to Mehib. He reminds her of things she had forgotten, whispering secrets and truths and lies in the silence of her mind and the corner of her eyes.
Bloody roses blooming on the floor of her tent as she welcomes Gethi back from far beyond; hand prints of her own blood as she writhes beneath his mouth on her neck. Her blood, then his, then Xazar’s, then even Hanno’s; their blood mingling, each breath a sharp “Ia” of praise.
A golden tongue trailing across her skin, drawing out her secrets with its searing touch. A golden mouth against hers, drawing out gasps with honeyed kisses. Golden skin against hers, slick with oil and sweat, each movement more wonderful than the last.
Blood-slicked kisses for sending on a bride, for welcoming back a brother, for rewarding a champion. Her body is for the gods, for their chosen, for anyone who needs it, for anyone who deserves it. Each kiss a covenant, a bridge between life and death, and the whisper of something more.
Golden sunlight beating down from an unforgiving sun, her body helpless and transfixed by rage and desperation. Under its harsh gaze, her mind begins to burn with ideas of revenge against the Betrayer, invoked right before her. The fire is quenched by soft words and cool hands, but the edges are still blackened and charred, a warning.
Blood on a grey robe, gore dripping from an empty socket; badges of devotion to the Gods, and to a family not yet his but promised. Each drop of blood a sign of the red to come, the red that shall drench him and bring him forth reborn. Make him theirs...make him hers.
Golden firelight on red sashes - family.
A golden bridal necklace marked with blood - sacrifice.
Her hands, gold-painted, blood-stained - duty.
Blood and gold - Carthage.