Serpentis Family/Yeux/Vânia & Yeux: The Master of Potion - Part II
Some days before the Invasion...
A curious owl was resting in one of the beams in the roof of the barn. The bird was a night vigil, alert to the movements and advances. But Yeux was not intimidated by that guardian. Before becoming a Master of Summoning, he had to definitely test his skills as a Master of Potion. Before calling the winds, run with the wolves and watch as the owls, Yeux had to conquer the vagaries of a warrior woman.
From inside the wooden tub, Vânia also looked Yeux with curiosity and suspicion. Her fingers were playing slow with the chacile while the pleasant aroma invited her. The wet lips dried and her tongue tried for a moment moistened it again. It was a good sign. The suspense lasted until Vânia lift the chalice and lean it on her mouth.
The first taste poured on her lips and tongue an infusion of singular flavors. With the potion, the juice became more heady than wine and tastier than anything she had ever tasted before. And certainly, the blueberries juice had the flavor of love and sin. While she drank the sweet love potion, the warrior bard began to sang:
Before you slip into unconsciousness
I'd like to have another kiss
Another flashing chance at bliss
Another kiss, another kiss
Vânia: "What are you doing to me, Yeux? What is this strange sensation that burns and ignites my body and soul?
Yeux Serpentis: "Magic, this is true love. Passion. Burning and consuming. A desire asking and begging to be satiated. Don't fight these desires. Immerse yourself. Feel and hear my voice."
She drank thirsty. So much that some dripped on her lips, down her chin, neck and breasts. Yeux smiled and continued singing while her eyes shone fiery.
My wild love went ridin'
She rode to the sea
She gathered together
Some shells for her head
She rode and she rode on
She rode for a while
Then stopped for an evenin'
And lay her head down
It was almost a provocation. The potion made her wild and starving like a female wolf. Then, she didn't hide her body anymore, standing up naked and wet in front of the bard. A hot and sensual view.
Vânia: "I don't know what is happening or what you did to me, but you will pay. Ah... you will pay!"
A full consciousness disappeared little by little. The potion had worked. Nothing was able to create wishes and feelings of nothingness. But it potentiated and feed the silent fellings within. Without doubts, defenses and masks to protect inhibitions and secret desires. Repressed instincts. In a little time, monsters, undeads and demons will invade the continent in an invasion never seen before. Unconsciously, that was the last celebration before the devastation. The last seed before a harvest that could not succeed.
The camaraderie of the battlefield has become a tender love. The wrath and rage against the enemies became overwhelming passion. The victory in Piwani was celebrated with zeal. The wet and sweaty bodies rolled on the barn's floor over the straw. Hungry kisses. Soon the warrior was naked too, earning new battle scars in his back under the nails of his lover. Biting full of teeth and saliva. A magic chain involved and arrested them together.
Outside, the woad women listened and watched, but not dared to invade the couple's privacy. That night Yeux and Vânia completed themselves under the influence of a love potion. A potion unable to create that chain, but enough to touch the feelings enclosed in their soul. Potion, saliva, sweat and blue paint united them in a sacred marriage under the eyes of the Ancient Gods. At the end of the night, Yeux protect his lover over a improvised straw bed. His fingers traveled slowly on her beautiful forehead while the owl rested with the approach of a new morning. The inexorable fate was near them. While they dreamed of better days, unsuspecting and secure, the monstrous hordes were marching to destroy what the mankind fought to protect in their endless wars. Old enemies would accept the peace to fight by a common goal: survival. And Yeux, the Bard sang the breakdown of these days after a soft kiss.
Strange days have found us
And through their strange hours
We linger alone
Bodies confused
Memories misused
As we run from the day
To a strange night of stone...
