Miriel smiled at the choral angel who jumped to attendance when she walked into the rolling hills on her way to the hobbit house Damie favoured; the weather was clear as always but Miriel thought she heard the crack of thunder overhead. The solar angel Sareash was also there waiting – she’d begun to befriend them before leaving to fight the Aught, so she hoped that the fledgling friendship she’d left was still there. They stood and bowed at her approach, to which she returned a nod.
“Hecca, it’s wonderful to see you,” she said fondly, making the other blush.
“My Lady,” Hecca replied in her warm honeyed tones, curtsying low to the ground, her wing tips just inches from the ground.
“And Sareash as well; my welcome couldn’t have been more sweet.”
Sareash hid a pleased look while adjusting her armour; it still bore the markings of Korhan, though Miriel could already tell that the angel’s favour would ever be held by him. When she’d schooled her face to a more controlled expression, Sareash spoke: “My Lady; our Lord was expecting you…sooner.”
The Goddess of Creation threw her head back in laughter. “My apologies; after my tussle with my late brother I went to an ‘out of the way’ plane to heal my wounds – my vanity is still strong within me, despite how serious my newfound status is.” She brought her head down with a satisfied but regretful look for a moment; she had been unable to lure Talib’s beautiful assistant away from him, but the woman had still made sure all of the best spas were made available to her while healing.
She looked back to the angels waiting before her. “That being said; how do I look, Hecca?”
The choral angel blushed profusely. “Radiant as ever, my Lady. Our Lord will be most happy you’ve returned.”
“Perhaps his anger will now be abated,” Sareash muttered, then umphed when Hecca’s elbow dug into her side.
“What’s this about?” Miriel asked, her tone changing to a curious one.
Hecca looked everywhere but her Lady. “It really isn’t my place to say, my Lady,” she answered evasively.
Miriel stared at Hecca for a moment, then turned her gaze over to Sareash, who was busy rubbing her side and glaring at the choral angel…until the weight of said gaze became literal; the air surrounding the group grew heavier, warmer – Sareash looked over and blanched at her Lady’s expression.
“Letters, my Lady; he’s been receiving letters!”
The air returned to normal and Miriel’s tone went back to curious. “Why would that make him angry?”
Hecca sank to her knees in front of Miriel. “They are pe…pe..pe-titions, my Lady. For your…ah…”
“Your favours, my Lady,” Sareash supplied, her arms crossing automatically, her glare returned, but this time aimed at the Goddess of Creation.
Miriel looked at them both, a million questions floating in her mind, but thought better of it; she laughed instead. “Well, isn’t that unsurprising? I am the Goddess of Whores, after all.”
“You would betray our Lord?” Hecca gasped, then cringed downwards.
“Have a care to whom you speak, angel,” Miriel warned. “You all knew what I was when I came here; it is not a betrayal to be who I am.”
Sareash looked like she wanted to argue, but Miriel gave her no chance to; instead, she continued walking along the pathway to the cottage up ahead. The two angels exchanged glances but were forced to trot behind a very purposeful Miriel. They shook their heads at each angel that came to speak with the Lady, waving them away with frantic hand motions while Miriel ignored everyone and everything until she walked into the occupied front yard.
Lord Damie leaned against the wall of his cottage in his Prancer form, his face stony as he watched her approach; his arms were folded across his chest, and he clutched a scroll in his hand. While he held the paper as if it was little interest to him, she could tell by the set of his shoulders and the way he gripped the scroll hard told her that it was the object of his anger – that and herself, obviously…
She slowed down until she her walk turned sultry, sexy, and she saw her husband’s eyes flick down her person before snapping back to her eyes. The corners of her mouth flicked up and she stopped in front of him, standing tall whilst the angels behind her knelt to the ground. He stared at her for a moment, past memories warring with new ones until he finally sighed and held out his hand to take her own.
“Dearheart,” he said in greeting, and raised her hand to his lips.
“My love,” she said in return, grasping his own hand and mirroring his kiss.
“Might I have the pleasure of a few words with you, before I might have the pleasure of you yourself?”
Miriel’s eyebrow arched. “We could skip the words until after.”
“After might take a long time, let’s have a little chat first,” he countered.
His eyes smouldered at her, and she shivered despite herself. “Very brief,” he whispered huskily, enfolding her to his chest with one arm – while bringing the scroll up to her face. “Do you know what this is?”
She flicked annoyed eyes at him, very conscious of him pressing hard against her. “It’s a scroll, Damie.”
He nodded, his lips tracing along the edge of her hair and forehead, whispers of kisses burning across her skin. “It’s a scroll with a very interesting request on it.” He lips found her earlobe and nibbled, and she drew in her breath sharply. His voice was smug and knowing as he murmured, “can you guess what that request is asking of me?”
“You have 60 seconds to wrap this up,” she growled, “before I take you here.”
He snapped his finger and the scroll flew into air to hover in front of them, unrolling itself so she could see the wild cursive script of Pan eloquently requesting that…she coughed, blinking her eyes and snapping her eyes to meet her husband’s. “He wants to…with me…” Miriel turned back to the scroll. “And that’s helpful, he’s included a drawing…” she cocked her head to either side and hummed; “I don’t think that’s even physically possible, even for us,” she conceded.
“Miriel…my love…my heart…” Damie placed his hand under her chin and applied gentle pressure for her to look up. “Why is Pan asking for my permission to sleep with you?”
She coloured a little, but met his question without flinching. “He wanted to have sex with me and I said I couldn’t do that without my husband’s knowledge or consent.”
It was Damie’s turn to colour, but it was flushed with anger; he stepped away from her, no longer amused. “The answer should have been no, Miriel!”
“I said no, what is the problem?”
“You didn’t say no, you said yes, if got my permission!!”
She shrugged. “I suppose one could interpret it in many ways.”
“I will never be willing to share you!” he shouted, “how could you think I ever would?!”
“My love, I know you wouldn’t want to share me,” Miriel said with certainty, smiling at him, though that just made Damie rage more.
“Then why would you tell him to ask me?!?!”
“Because it’s the truth, I wouldn’t have sex with him without your knowledge or consent.” She explained in a matter-of-fact and innocent tone. “I don’t understand why you’re so upset, I thought you were all about good and honesty?”
Damie groaned, bringing the palm of his hand to his face. “Let me get this straight. Pan wants to have sex with you.”
She laughed. “Obviously.”
Damie glared at her, growling. “And you told him you would if he got my permission.”
“No, I said I wouldn’t unless he got your permission,” Miriel clarified.
Damie stared at her, then slowly looked to the sky with raised hands, shaking his head.
“Did you just raise both hands in celebration, or is this a god thing?” Hearing no answer, Miriel reached out and took a hold of the top of his pants, drawing him back to her; he offered no resistance, sighing while encircling her in his arms once more. “Hey,” she said, and waited until he looked at her. “I’m not going to have sex with him, or anyone else; you know that right?”
“Yes, I do.” He said it with such conviction she knew he was telling the truth.
Miriel continued, “I love you, and while it’s true that I see nothing wrong with either of us expressing ourselves in that fashion with mutual consent and comfort, I know and respect your views on sharing our pleasure with others. Our pleasure, you’ll notice I’m saying, which is now way past the 60 second deadline I gave you…”
He looked away, pain evident in his eyes. “You must think me a traditional old fool, my heart.”
“Traditional? Getting better. Old? Thank you for the reminder that I’m older. Fool? As we all can be, but I wouldn’t throw you off a ship for it. My heart?” Miriel drew his head down to hers and kissed him soundly. “Does that answer your question?”
Damie hugged her closer, laughing. “You are my forever, my love; yes, it does. Mayhap you have the right of it, and sex will chase away my pain,” he answered suggestively.
She grinned and caressed his backside. “I will have to charge my high priest to ensure my brand of healing gets out there; a Companion is a noble and empathetic healer that uses their wits and power to care for others. I am the Mother of Whores, now; perhaps it is time the world sees another side of them.” Her face turned thoughtful for a moment; “I wonder if Aleau would consider a partnership?”
“One that does not involve getting a spear in the face, I hope,” Damie added. “But that is neither here nor there; let us have some privacy,” pointing at the gathered angels who until this point had not moved nor made a sound during the conversation, but now started to go about their business at their Lord’s gaze. “I haven’t seen you for far too long, and you’ll still need some time to answer your mail.”
“Damie, how long can answering a scroll take?”
He merely stared at her, then crossed to the door; he opened it and out poured hundreds of scrolls. Her jaw dropped and she couldn’t hold in the gasp of shock as she jumped to the pile of paper. “That’s not all Pan, is it?!”
“Nope, though I’m sure he’s sent a lion’s share.”
“Well…well…fuck me,” she said. Miriel met Damie’s gaze, which thankfully at this point were full of mirth.
“Pretty sure that’s the idea.”
She was left to wonder who he meant, the suitors or himself, as he scooped her up and teleported directly into their bedroom, not to be seen for many days later.
A word from the author:
Thank you for letting me play such an amazing character in the world you and yours took so much time and care in creating. You filled my heart.