"That is why we still remain as we are, we have no need for humans to look to ones such as we." he says with that pride I so adore, reminding me of the creature he once was and will be again. The great President who tolerated no weakness and the one who commanded legions. My Marbas.
"Though that never stopped them from trying," I laugh. "How many names and roles have they used for me?" Some have been more true than others and I have been all of them, yet never any one.
"Please realize I do not ask to cause you grief, lovely one." he says prefacing his question. Making me wonder, if he thinks he has to cousin it, why would he ask at all? But the curiosity that is lighting his face does make me laugh. At least that part of him has not been lost.
"Would you bear another child if you had the opportunity?"
....Unfortunately, he has gained a greater capacity for sentimentality too. My poor lion. I can see why my possible reaction would cause him such concern, but my punishment wasn't his fault. It was my choice. "You know as well as I that its not a matter of opportunity, I simply cannot. When my debt was paid and my freedom finally bought, they made sure there were no more," I say, eyes and lips setting into a thin line as I recall their never ending screams. To no longer be able to bear anymore children simply to have them all die. Both a mercy and another punishment at once, typical. "But there are others," I smile up at him, tracing my finger along the line of his jaw. The blood and lineage so diluted its barely an echo of what I am, but it is still there.
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Date: 2009-05-09 03:25 am (UTC)"Though that never stopped them from trying," I laugh. "How many names and roles have they used for me?" Some have been more true than others and I have been all of them, yet never any one.
"Please realize I do not ask to cause you grief, lovely one." he says prefacing his question. Making me wonder, if he thinks he has to cousin it, why would he ask at all? But the curiosity that is lighting his face does make me laugh. At least that part of him has not been lost.
"Would you bear another child if you had the opportunity?"
....Unfortunately, he has gained a greater capacity for sentimentality too. My poor lion. I can see why my possible reaction would cause him such concern, but my punishment wasn't his fault. It was my choice. "You know as well as I that its not a matter of opportunity, I simply cannot. When my debt was paid and my freedom finally bought, they made sure there were no more," I say, eyes and lips setting into a thin line as I recall their never ending screams. To no longer be able to bear anymore children simply to have them all die. Both a mercy and another punishment at once, typical. "But there are others," I smile up at him, tracing my finger along the line of his jaw. The blood and lineage so diluted its barely an echo of what I am, but it is still there.