Saturday, August 16, 2008

Moon of Desires

The night was very cold for it being the middle of summer. Brit stared up at the bright moon full in the sky as she snuggled against her beloved. “Beautiful,” she lisped. Ethan's arms wrapped around her and he placed the gentle kiss on the back of her head as she leaned back against him gazing up in pure wonderment at the huge moon hanging in the sky.

In ancient times, the August moon was sometimes thought as the Moon of Desires. Ethan hinted a grin as he too looked upon it remembering the pagan rituals designed to preserve what one had with this particular moon. Ethan naturally believed nothing of such rituals though he had said a most brief prayer earlier in the evening thanking God for his beloved. To seal the prayer, Ethan drank of Brit and had her drink of him to better ensure his prayer was kept.

To ensure a better view, Ethan had arranged for them to travel to where the city smog did not interfer with the sky. The salt water lapped at the side of the skiff and the kindred who steered kept silent letting the couple enjoy their star-gazing. Brit nuzzled against Ethan as they both looked up at the moon. “Has it changed much since…when you were like me. You know.” She whispered, “Human.”

Ethan was quiet and simply held Brit while he thought how to reply. “I think she is more beautiful now.” When he was human, he was much too busy fighting for God’s causes to really take the time to appreciate the moon and all of her changes. He, of course, knew that the moon had changed very little, but he found the world more beautiful reflected through love’s eyes. His fingers trailed down Brit’s shoulder and he stroked her arm. “She is more beautiful today,” he said more affirmatively.

Brit asked, “She?” Her eyes looked from him to the moon again. “How…how can the moon be a ‘she’?”

Ethan grinned tapping her nose. “Let’s compare the sun and moon, hm?” He pointed up at the moon. “The moon is reflective, meditative, and calm. And the sun? He is brilliant, restless. Hot.” Brit looked to the reflection in the water that mirrored the brightness in the sky. Ethan kissed her hair until she nodded that she understood before he continued, “And the moon changes shape…shifts from darkness to light, while the sun is constant and intense.”

Brit processed more. “Do I change shapes and change from darkness to light?”

His smile faded slightly though she could not see knowing it meant changes caused by time, pregnancy, and women’s hormonal tendencies through the month. All which would not change as long as he gave her his vitae. He waved it off slightly and said, “You are stronger…and faster. And you are my darkness and light. The only thing who can change me so.” She giggled in response. And he said “The moon is feminine and the sun is masculine. The moon is receptive. It receives the force of light from the sun. And the moon is mysterious whereas the sun projects all that it is.”

Giggling, she lisped, “I’m not mysterious, Ethan. I am just me.” Her giggles grew quiet as she watched the huge, round moon bask them both in pale light that turned the world blue. “I’m ordinary,” she said in a way showing she was quite at peace with this concept.

He chuckled and reflected on her growth, and her recent changes that both perplexed and amused him. He whispered against her ear, “You are far from ordinary.” Ethan thought of his earlier teachings and continued to caress her. Her fingers drew circles on his hands, and he remembered that circles and spirals have always been associated with the moon. He thought his beloved to be quite a mystery. “You are mysterious and mine.”

Ethan could not explain to her beyond that as he was absorbed with his own thoughts and moon-gazing. She fell quiet enjoying the soft sounds of the sea and cuddling back with him feeling him absorb and return her own body heat. With a grin, he whispered, “You are not my moon and I am not your sun though, Brit.”

She quirked, “Oh. Um…Why?”

His grin deepened, “Because, they never touch and when they meet, one blocks out the other.” He traced her lips with his finger as she processed his words. Then he said, “You are my sun in that you are what had been missing from my life. Radiant with innocence. Purity and true feelings.”

Brit blinked. “But not like a boy, right?”

Ethan laughed causing the men on the skiff to exchange glances of surprise. “Most definitely NOT like a boy. Mysterious. Like the moon. See?”

Brit looked up at the moon and nodded understanding. “Yah.” Then she cuddled back against him again.

5 comments:

  1. oh yes... Ethan does so not believe in rituals... just well... feeding her blood after a prayer... having her drink of him... errmm.. yah :D

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  2. Triads of kisses upon greeting each and every time, but not a ritual. Nope nope nope. ;)

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  3. never... I mean who has ever heard of a vampire into rituals *gasps* thaumaturgy, cruac, diablerie.... nahh :) (I like some other rituals more though ;) )

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  4. . . . . i was going to say . . . ."Vaulderie"

    all the fun ones

    you two delight me all the time

    ritual is how we pattern our lives, and age old vampires, no, no rituals for YOU . .. hahaha

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  5. *goes to the corner, pouts miserably and starts writing on the wall* "no rituals for me, no rituals for me, no rituals for me..." :P

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