[M] she's standing on an overpass

Kaena Lykoi · 03-05-2011, 05:43 AM

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Word Count → 522 :: KAENA LOVES HER SAMBABY IN INAPPROPRIATE WAYS. Also I could not remember if we are playing like they ~*did the nasty*~ last time and if they didn't, um, well, I guess a lot of this post is useless. 8D You only really need to read the second paragraph, I guess. :| She just touches him. Sorry for spam~ First and last paragraphs are introspective and can be skipedededed.

There was trust and easiness with Samael, something that existed with few other men anymore -- the silver-shaded hybrid could trust that the skinny coyote hybrid would never love her an ounce less than he did at that very moment. As for any of her other children, well -- even Gabriel would have killed her, should she have showed him the right signs of madness. Samael, on the other hand, would accept her no matter what -- he would love her no less for any flaw and weakness she showed him, and she could trust this completely, as she could also trust that he would never hurt her -- Kaena thoroughly believed the gold-streaked coyote would have stood still and allowed himself to be destroyed if she willed it. He had offered his life to her enough times, anyway -- the scarred Centurion had never wanted it, however. At least, she had not wanted it in the way he was willing to give it. She had given him his blood, and she would not take it away from him. They had tried other ways, of course, but maybe it truly was for the best that Samael remained outside of Inferni. Gabriel was more comfortable this way, and it had seemed Samael was, too.

There was never anger in the old woman for his disappearances; of all her vast family, the hybrid felt she understood him and his reasons for it more than any of them. His madness was as if the tide itself moving in him, pushing and shoving him ashore to her, then pulling him away just as abruptly. In any case, the coyote understood it, maybe better than anyone else could. Even so, Kaena held no pretenses of comprehending the truth depths of madness within Samael, as she would not even acknowledge these parts to anyone else, especially not Gabriel. Her hands brushed against the sides of his face, his neck, his ribs; her fingers loosely followed along the knotted and twisted scar tissue beneath his thicker winter coat. She did not need to verbalize that she missed him. This was plain to see from her reaction at his return, as always.

Still, there was a different ache for him in her now, one that was decidedly un-motherly. She hadn't told anyone, of course -- the only one she might have told, the only one who might have understood, she thought, was Lolita Monroe, the cream-and-red Dahlian wolf who spoke of loving her sister. The woman was distant enough to Kaena to be seen as non-threatening and unlikely to tell anyone the Centurion personally knew, and as per their previous conversation, the coyote thought she might understand. The old coyote hadn't seen her wolf neighbor in more months than she cared to think of, however, and she had no idea if the woman was still even present in Dahlia de Mai or the peninsula at all. And so what had transpired between them remained Kaena's secret, although not one she held as particularly dark or dirty; the old coyote simply figured -- rightly so -- that others would not understand.

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