Water Fall Blues (Uriel)
POSTED ON Nov 3, 2013 19:34:42 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2013 19:34:42 GMT -8
She vibrated minutely under Uriel’s lips as they slowly began to trace down her neck. She unconsciously tightened her grip on his hair and her other hand began to trace nonsensical patterns across the skin of his throat. She tilted her head to the right to allow Uriel better access and began tracing some Norse runes against his skin. Nauthiz, Thurisaz, Gebo, and Wunjo. The runes for necessity, struggle against consciousness, balance, and perfection. Runes had been an obsession of Eleanor’s and she studied them thoroughly when she first came to camp. Now they came to her as easy as breathing. She could name off all 24 runes, their multiple meanings, and draw them from memory. All of Eleanor’s weapons were lovingly carved with the runes she found appropriate at the time. She felt like she was secretly imprinting something onto Uriel’s skin as she continued to go through her list of runes; like she was sharing something very sacred with Uriel.
Eleanor nodded slowly at Uriel’s words. She had no doubt that he could make a medication, or potion as he wished but she still felt ludicrously worried over Uriel. Still, he was looking better than he did five minutes ago. She pushed down her urge to fuss over Uriel. Instead she simply nodded at his words and silently pushed away her worry. She was being ridiculous; he must have done this many times before. Uriel probably knows his own limits by now.
Eleanor leaned back against the wall and put some space between herself and the other demigod. She need some space to think clearly. Despite Uriel’s low voice she could acutely hear every single word just because how in tuned she already was with Uriel. Despite the low noise of cars moving along the street just past a thin chain-link fence, the sounds coming from inside the café, and the booming music coming from the night club on the other side of the brick wall; Uriel’s voice was amplified above all the background noise. Eleanor eyed Uriel hungrily as he leaned in and whispered his plan into her ear. She bit her lip to stop herself from grinning and turned her eyes towards the street absently. A metal chain link fence was the only thing that was separating Uriel and her from the mortal world. Anyone looking into the alley could probably only make out the couples’ silhouettes.
Eleanor released a short breath at Uriel’s plan and thought it over. It sounded like a solid plan, and like something that her brothers and sister would believe her to do. It wasn’t unlike some things she had done in the past. Eleanor was known for going to any length to get information or relations. “That is a very sound idea actually. I have done some similar things in the past, so my siblings would most likely believe me.” She rolled her neck at the memory. Hopefully Uriel would just pay no mind to the implication in that sentence. “You are just begging for the chance to take me out on a date.” Eleanor teased lightly, bumping her leg against Uriel’s knee lightly. “All you had to do was ask, Uriel. You don’t need to make up excuses to make me want to see you.” She snapped her head forward and lightly caught Uriel’s finger in her teeth softly before withdrawing. “I suppose that means we will be seeing each other often, then. What a terrible shame.” Eleanor grinned, her chest elating at the thought of seeing Uriel again so soon. When she left back for camp, later the next day, she was sure to have Uriel on her brain for the next week.
She laughed lightly at Uriel’s words, grinning brightly at him. “Why Paris, that sounds absolutely divine. My ‘blood thirsty’ siblings are like a pack of wolves. They yearn for the hunt but a good leader knows how to keep their needs satisfied and appetite abated. My little pack know how to follow my lead and if any of them lash out, I can easily put them back into their place with a little convincing on my part.” Eleanor assured Uriel, licking her lips thoughtfully. It amused her greatly to think of her campers like her pack. It was a very fitting description to be honest. Any camper had the capability to challenge Eleanor to her position at any time. If an Aesir’s use of power is questioned and someone thinks they can do a better job, they have every right to challenge the Aesir to their position. Just last week one of her siblings challenged her to a trail by combat, as usual Eleanor had come out on top but not before the challenge had sent both of them limping back to their bunk with serious wounds. The next day the same sibling greeted her with a pat on the back and honest grin. It was just the way the Norse worked. Family meant everything to them and challenging their Aesirs to a challenge was more like a test to make sure they weren’t slacking off than a real doubt of their ability to lead.
A smile crossed Eleanor’s face as Uriel instantly soothed away her worries. She rested her head against the stone brick of the wall and let out a breath she hadn’t known she had been holding. Her heart stuttered oddly as he cut himself off from saying ‘boyfriend’. Eleanor felt the heat rise in her cheeks but she still gave Uriel a disbelieving look. “Well seeing as there is nothing else I would call us, yes you may call yourself my ‘boyfriend’. Unless you prefer lover or beloved or darling, those work too.” She shot Uriel a very amused grin. He was just far too adorable sometimes, not even being able to stutter out the word ‘boyfriend’.
She laughed easily at Uriel and leaned her head briefly against Uriel’s. “Being able to seduce you is my only power then, as being the daughter of Justice doesn’t have as many perks as being the son of Magic.” Eleanor commented lightly. The rest of her words were swallowed by Uriel’s mouth. She had just begun to relax when withdrew from her so suddenly. It left her reeling for a moment before she realized what he must be freaking out about.
The Norse girl flinched away from Uriel. How could she have been so stupid? Of course would freak out over the fact that she was Norse. But no! She just had to go and open her big mouth. An inevitable sense of betray clawed at her gut. She trusted him enough to tell him that and his instant reaction was disgust. Any normal person, demigod or otherwise, have heard about the Norse deities. The Vikings, as they were commonly referred to.
“I didn’t say anything because I knew you would react like this!” Eleanor replied, steel edging her tone. She pulled back as far away from Uriel as possible, while having her back to a brick wall. She clenched her hands at her side, ready to push Uriel away and flee or to fight if the need be.
She froze slightly at Uriel’s loud tone and shifted uneasily under his gaze. “Should I even ask what ‘made you find your camp’? You made me curious now.” Eleanor muttered, shifting uneasily under Uriel’s gaze. She couldn’t tell if he was mad or not. With her lack of a jacket, Eleanor shivered in the warm summer night air. Then Uriel went and traced over her marks like they were some rare treasure and she recoiled from his touch. Her eyes were watching him warily for a reaction. “My eyes are up here, Paris.” Eleanor tried to joke lightly.
Eleanor both parts prickled and melted in relief at Uriel’s words. “We Aesir are the farthest thing from royalty.” She said seriously, putting one hand on Uriel’s chest to push him back slightly so she could look him in the eyes. “We gain our power through our fight prowess. When an Aesir dies (yes dies, they never step down from their position), the next Aesir is chosen through a combat trail. It works like a tournament system where the winning prize is the title of Aesir. The Aesir is then put on prohibition for a month, and if the camp doesn’t like the way the Aesir is running things, the Aesir is usually burned alive.” Eleanor explained, making it sound like it was an everyday occurrence. “I am no less a ‘foot solider’ than you are.” She reassured Uriel harshly. “And you cannot tell me with powers like your’s, that you are no at least something above a foot soldier. If not, than the Greek are blind to talent.”
“As far as you should be concerned, the Norse are not looking to start a war. We want to avoid the war as much as anyone else does.” Eleanor snapped, suddenly feeling defensive. “The Romans know of us, that is all. Same with the Egyptians, we have little to no interactions with them and the Norse allegiances with other camps are hardly something I should be discussing with a Greek.” She said shortly, keeping her information close to her chest. Her stance softens slightly at his ‘number three’. “All I could ever want is you.” She stated like the simple truth it was. The kiss proved only further to sooth her ruffled feathers and it wasn’t too long before Eleanor was putty in Uriel’s arms again. She lightly hit Uriel on the shoulder and scowled at him. “Don’t abuse the term ‘Viking’ too much. I think you are getting the completely wrong image of what a real Viking is.” Knowing the general populace outlook on Vikings, helmets with horns, plundering, unsanitary hygiene usually came to mind.
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Notes;; Thurisaz is also the rune for aggressive male sexuality xD