picking up the pieces to make ends meet.

[Fatin Kali]

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Out of Character here There had always been such an innocence in their embrace, something that hinted at the way this was nothing like anything ether woman had encountered before. For Fatin, she had loved women before but Kaena was no mere woman. She was a Goddess, sent straight from the world beyond who had taken it upon herself to love a lowly healer, who had dared to feed the fire that had grown in Fatin's heart. Wildfire. When they came together, it was magic - their was no end to the depths of their love, there was no stopping the things that tied them together. Things, that just as easily should have kept them apart. The wars they had waged against one another, the man that had changed the landscapes of both their lives, the lives they had been tied to when they finally did over come their past - everything should have worked against them, but it only maid the magic run deeper. They were spinning, Fatin's head tossed back and her laughter merry, it had a childish innocence to it that a woman her age never should have attained. But Kaena brought that out in her. For years, Fatin had lead the dignified life of a leader, a mother, a woman who should have been well past sneaking around with her lover in the dark. But that was part of their charm. They were forbidden, explicitly so. And that only made her want Kaena even more. The fingers weaving their way through her hair put her at ease, and she began to relax into their embrace. It was natural, between them now, they did not have to keep up pretenses of superiority that they might execute with others around. Kaena did not have to be untouchable, and Fatin did not have to care about anything or anyone except them. She could be as selfish as she wanted to, all because they had that right. "Je t'aime, maintenant et pour toujours. She purred, the rich French of her father's Canadian heritage spilling over. "Nothing could ever change the way I feel for you, and even if something could, I never want it to." She said honestly. There was a time that Kaena had brought fear into her heart, but those days had long since passed. Now, all that Kaena brought into her heart was a myriad of desire and love. Words exchanged between the two were not required, their hearts were pounding against one another, singing a song that neither woman knew the words to. It was something more primal, more basic, more beautiful.

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