07-18-2020, 06:23 PM
Armande suddered as the world around him...warped. For a moment, the cobalt sky, the silvery moon, the black ocean, and white tipped waves, and the glowing white sands all shifted resolution, the warp and woof stitching of reality somehow visible.
He looked at the twin Goddesses before him, and beheld them in all their glory. Valeriya, The Eye of the Khylsty, flash and fire, passion and huntress incarnate. Rowan, The Voodoo Queen, rooted and heart of peace, the earth mother. One entity, two forms. It was too large to be held in one person. The words of the Lord Krishna to Arjuna came to him.
These are just a small number
of my infinite manifestations;
were I to tell you more,
there would be no end to the telling.
Look, Arjuna: thousands,
millions of my divine forms,
beings of all kinds and sizes,
of every color and shape.
The whole universe, all things
animate or inanimate,
are gathered here—look!—enfolded
inside my infinite body.
He beheld but a fragment of the reality behind the universe, here behind the eyes of these two women. Divinity beyond knowing. And yet it was but a fragment, one that his finite mind could only barely comprehend. What it could concentrate on in that single solitary moment of space and time.
He felt himself reach out, only to notice the same threading in his own hands. Of course. The threads of himself touched that of the space between them, the air and the the fabric behind it, seeming to lengthen into tiny filaments that snaked out..
Those threads from his hands lightly settled on Valeriya and Rowan and electricity jolted him to his core. He seemed to vibrate as if connected to the fiery heart of the universe, and the threads of them, flowed through his fingers that moved of their own accord, somehow those from his Loves woven into the reality, each strand, each new stitch of the forming tapestry glowing bright and gold, as a pattern, came into being, created from all of them.
His heart raced faster with each pulse, as each thread was laid down and placed them, until all of them- the world, Rowan and Valeriya, and himself were all one, the vision fading into mist...
and Armande felt Valeriya and Rowan against his body, naked skin to naked skin, warm and hard and soft and cool. Twin faces merged and morphed, both to one then the other and then back. Night and day, hot and cold, dark and light, sour and sweet, spice and cool. The three of them, entwined, limbs entangled, mouths and hands, fingers and tongues, indistinguishable so he could not rightly tell where he ended or where Rowan or Valeriya began, their flesh enmeshed.
They were all one, even if it was Rowan who brought Valeriya to fiery cries and the drumming of heels, if it was him for whom Rowan bit her lip until he could taste blood on it, even if it was his teeth marks on Valeriya's neck, or it was Rowan's jagged scratches on his back.
All of them- the unity of them- as one being until, spent, hard muscle and soft curves slick with sweat, racing hearts slowing to a gallop and then to a canter and then to a walk, covered solely in the warm humid air, bodies still entwined, sleep came.
He looked at the twin Goddesses before him, and beheld them in all their glory. Valeriya, The Eye of the Khylsty, flash and fire, passion and huntress incarnate. Rowan, The Voodoo Queen, rooted and heart of peace, the earth mother. One entity, two forms. It was too large to be held in one person. The words of the Lord Krishna to Arjuna came to him.
These are just a small number
of my infinite manifestations;
were I to tell you more,
there would be no end to the telling.
Look, Arjuna: thousands,
millions of my divine forms,
beings of all kinds and sizes,
of every color and shape.
The whole universe, all things
animate or inanimate,
are gathered here—look!—enfolded
inside my infinite body.
He beheld but a fragment of the reality behind the universe, here behind the eyes of these two women. Divinity beyond knowing. And yet it was but a fragment, one that his finite mind could only barely comprehend. What it could concentrate on in that single solitary moment of space and time.
He felt himself reach out, only to notice the same threading in his own hands. Of course. The threads of himself touched that of the space between them, the air and the the fabric behind it, seeming to lengthen into tiny filaments that snaked out..
Those threads from his hands lightly settled on Valeriya and Rowan and electricity jolted him to his core. He seemed to vibrate as if connected to the fiery heart of the universe, and the threads of them, flowed through his fingers that moved of their own accord, somehow those from his Loves woven into the reality, each strand, each new stitch of the forming tapestry glowing bright and gold, as a pattern, came into being, created from all of them.
His heart raced faster with each pulse, as each thread was laid down and placed them, until all of them- the world, Rowan and Valeriya, and himself were all one, the vision fading into mist...
and Armande felt Valeriya and Rowan against his body, naked skin to naked skin, warm and hard and soft and cool. Twin faces merged and morphed, both to one then the other and then back. Night and day, hot and cold, dark and light, sour and sweet, spice and cool. The three of them, entwined, limbs entangled, mouths and hands, fingers and tongues, indistinguishable so he could not rightly tell where he ended or where Rowan or Valeriya began, their flesh enmeshed.
They were all one, even if it was Rowan who brought Valeriya to fiery cries and the drumming of heels, if it was him for whom Rowan bit her lip until he could taste blood on it, even if it was his teeth marks on Valeriya's neck, or it was Rowan's jagged scratches on his back.
All of them- the unity of them- as one being until, spent, hard muscle and soft curves slick with sweat, racing hearts slowing to a gallop and then to a canter and then to a walk, covered solely in the warm humid air, bodies still entwined, sleep came.