Libertine

Libertine
by Thevina

Story Notes

Rating:
PG

Author’s email:
thevina33@gmail.com

Spoilers:
Enchantments

Canon Characters:
Terzian, Cal

Summary:
Terzian readies himself for the hunt.

Author’s Notes:
This is just a tiny ficlette exploring the idea of Terzian seeing himself in his more soume role, given a fair amount of sheh before he goes to seduce Cal in Enchantments. A few pages before this scene, Cal somewhat disgustedly tells Pell: “All those female bits lurking inside you, where you can’t see them, where you can forget them: but they’re there!” When Terzian appears at that fateful dinner, Pell notes he’s been drinking and that’s chilling because it means he’s no longer in control of himself. I interpreted that to mean Terzian had accidentally let his more soume parts loose now that he’s not in control.

Libertine

Rose petals. Proud, seductive flesh that shivers with power. They surround a tantalysing core; satiny soldiers defending its treasure. Vulnerabilities, and guerdons, these must never be unguarded, any leader or general knows that.

Terzian’s imagination is a lambent feast— he drinks more sheh as his fingers drift along the crimson sentries of the flowers on his dressing table. He’s had one of the house-hara come by to oil and brush his hair until it gleams like the pelt of a lioness. He’d had his eyes lined with indigo kohl, so subtle as to be almost unnoticeable — Terzian is no progenitor — but it highlights the cerulean of his eyes. Hara quake under his unrelenting gaze: in fear; in thrall; in adoration. There is one tonight whom he plans to ensnare with his eyes, an arrogant buck Terzian will wile into his bed, and keep him there…

He licks his lips and lifts his chalice, its delicate silver scrollwork pleasing to him. The sheh warms him. It unbinds the lurking yannic coils wound tightly far within the lush caverns of his being. Terzian is not currently restricted by his role of commandant, nor is he coarsened, out in the wilds of Galhea. He can luxuriate in curvaceous calfskin, adorn himself with onyx rings that shine dully as he strokes the hard planes of his chest. A low purr of pleasure escapes his lips when he tugs on the silver adornment which pierces a bared and hardened nipple. He laughs, a low sound of yearning in his throat. He’s not unleashed this power in an eternity; its source the serpenmolten throb pulsing from the cosmos deep between his legs. Terzian’s long stalk, encased in clinging leather, grows at the thought. With a growl, he drops his boots to the floor and stands, taking a last look at himself in the mirror before going to the dining room.

Sleek and strong, a sedutrix. It is the privilege of Wraeththu, though he almost never surrenders to it. Only that One could draw it out; his silent challenge through cavalier daring, his pouts, the exquisite fuck yous behind the batting of violet eyes.

Terzian smiles ferally at himself and rakes his fingers through his hair. He turns to toss back the last of his sheh and strides, a pantherine, to retrieve his prey.

The End

Reap the Wild Wind

Reap the Wild Wind
by Thevina

Story Notes

Author email: thevina33@gmail.com

Spoilers: None exactly; set pre-Enchantments, in the early, early years of Wraeththu

Canon Character: Cobweb (all others original characters)

Summary: Níl gach uile fhánaí caillte— Not all who wander are lost. (J.R.R. Tolkien) Kelp, a newly-incepted har and his companion, Blackspur, journey from an outer island of Alba Sulh to find others of their kind. Adult. Adventures, aruna, and an occasional warning for violence.

Author’s Notes: The title is from a song by Ultravox.

Reap the Wild Wind

Again and again, as powerful as the churning waves that hurl themselves against the frigid strand. Again and once again, an infinite dozen poundings of arunic tides that his lover had learned so deftly to navigate, the near-sole adventurer to chart a course in his grasping waters. The visions were blissfully vague, mere phantoms held at bay as they shared breath, filling Kelp to bursting with pewter dawn and thorns. Blackspur gripped his hands as he thrust deeply into Kelp; Kelp writhed, clenching his muscles to draw Blackspur in as deeply as possible. Kelp had liked boys before; he’d been out to the monument and fucked other men back when he was human, but now, this…

Blackspur was voracious, feeding on Kelp’s neck as though he were starving. He kissed and sucked at the skin before sharing breath again: he shared a torrent of thoughts and feelings, desire and lust and solidarity pouring into Kelp like water from a broken levee. Kelp throbbed; he could taste his completion, tingling at the base of his feet and roiling upward until it was a heavy, molten ache.

Blackspur, he begged via mind-touch, another new ability Kelp had discovered since shedding his human skin.

Then it happened — the flare snapping deep within Kelp’s body from Blackspur’s ouana-lim, tonguing the coal that insistently burned. Kelp cried out as jolts of pleasure wracked his body, spreading out in waves from deep within himself to his fingertips that tingled in his sated afterglow. Blackspur shouted, his stocattoed adulations punctuating the cold air, echoing in the room of their small cottage. He was buried in Kelp’s body, Kelp’s ankles locked together over the small of Blackspur’s narrow waist. Kelp let out a deep breath he’d not known he’d been holding, easing his legs apart and sliding them down the bed.

Blackspur seemed troubled, so Kelp rubbed his back and send him reassuring thoughts via mind-touch.

What’s the matter? he asked, smoothing away the tendrils plastered to his lover’s skin, his freckles gleaming despite the dim light.

Blackspur shrugged, then drew up his legs, hugging himself in a foetal position, his forehead pressed to his knees. “What are we?” he asked mournfully. “We’re so alone. D’you think we should try to go to the mainland? I’m sure there are boats,” he went on, raising his head and running slender fingers through his auburn hair. Olive eyes gazed at Kelp, begging him for reassurance.

“We’re Wraeththu now,” Kelp murmured  against Blackspur’s clammy skin, trying to pull him close. “And yes, we should row across and get off this island. Maybe we can find a boat with a motor and petrol; everyone left so quickly, or died, so I bet if we make a methodical search, we’ll find a motorboat. There are bound to be other hara over the waters.”

There had only ever been a few thousand people, out in what had been the outer islands of Scotland. Most humans had fled, or died from a plague, and then two Wraeththu had appeared, terrifying and compelling. Kelp and Blackspur had been incepted through tears and paralyzing walls of fear. The pain had been less than Kelp’s vivid imagination had promised, and then there was aruna, sealing his bond to Wraeththu-dom in a manner he could never before have contemplated. But they seemed to be alone, and Kelp knew that they needed to find others of their kind.

“Let’s go south,” Blackspur suggested, spooning next to him like a snake on a warmed rock. “We should find guns, too. We’ll be considered freaks, until we’re with our own kind. We may need to defend ourselves.”

Kelp took a deep breath, running his fingers along the angular planes of Blackspur’s back. “You’re right,” he said, massaging at the knots he found under his skin. “But I’ve never used a gun before.”

“Hopefully we won’t need them.”

“I wouldn’t count on that.”

With a last embrace, Kelp moved away from his lover. They reclothed themselves and began to pack their bags; they were canvas, army-issue looking things that Kelp had found; they would do the trick.

“Just the necessities,” he said, though it was a given. Both he and Blackspur knew they weren’t infallible; the world could reach out at any moment and snag them, hence the guns they needed to procure. Quietly they got their meagre belongings together and began walking to the southern part of the island, a tenacious drizzle and stormy clouds their relentless company, step after step.

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Winner of January 2009 Challenge

Challenge Winner - Jan. 09Readers have voted and it’s time to announce the winner of January 2009 Forever Wraeththu Fanfic Challenge.

The Challenge

Terzian first appears in Enchantments — stealing several scenes, although one in particular is only recounted by Cal, not shown. He later comes into his own, as described by Swift in Bewitchments. We get to know Terzian’s various aspects — leader, father, lover, fighter, evildoer, dying man. One role we do not ever see him in, even in fanfic, is the soume role. Terzian, in keeping with Varr culture (and/or in keeping with his own culture, which he in part inflicted on the Varrs?), maintains a decidedly ouana / masculine role, both outside and perhaps — perhaps!? — in the bedroom and battleground tent.

The Challenge:

Write a story exploring the idea of Terzian as soume. The story doesn’t have to include aruna, although it certainly can. Ideas to explore: Has Terzian always been so ouana? What does he feel about his role? Is there anyone with whom Terzian ever takes the soume role? Ponclast? What about Cal? Has Terzian ever enjoyed it?

Winning Entry

The Conservation of Momentum
by Camile Sinensis (Teapot)

Comments from readers:

This is a wonderful tale, and sticks to the mythos in a seemingly complete manner. The personalities and actions of all involved are both realistic and tantalizing to imagine. Great work!

I thought the whole story was beautifully written, and the ‘reason’ for Terzian as soume was very convincing.

This is wonderful! I love your depiction of both Terzian and Ponclast. Ponclast digging his spurs in his horse’s side is very telling. The scene of Terzian going into the cold water is positively magical and such a gorgeous metaphor for what he’s about to do. His “deal with the devil” a good explanation for why he was what he was. It’s clear Terzian doesn’t believe in that love crap and doesn’t value what he’s giving away. It would be a wonderful extension of this story to explore a few more excerpts from his diary in which he discovers exactly what he’s done. Oh and that aruna with the Demon of the Very Large Schlong was awesome too. LOL.

This is incredibly powerful and “fits” with how I saw both characters… Ponclast somewhat insane (hehehe) and Terzian stubborn in his “deal with the devil” – he made his choice for better or worse…

Runners Up

The Hat
by Eldraug

Terzian’s Dilemma
by Persephone

Thanks!

Congratulations all and thanks to everybody who voted. We had a LOT of participation in temrs of voting, which makes things a lot more fun and also lets me know how many people are interested in reading Wraeththu fanfic!

Terzian’s Dilemma

Challenge Submission - January 2009Terzian’s Dilemma
by Persephone

Characters: Cal, Terzian, Pellaz & Cobweb

Beta: Thevina/Thrihyrne Any remaining mistakes are mine.

Rating: NC17

Spoilers: The Enchantments of Flesh and Spirit

Synopsis: Cal presents Terzian with a challenging situation in the fateful night they spend together at Forever.

Disclaimer: All the characters, their world and all things Wraeththu belong to Storm Constantine, to whom I am very grateful.

Terzian’s Dilemma

It was an awkward, tension filled dinner at Forever, the four of us at the table playing our roles. Cobweb poked at his food, shooting daggers at me with his eyes, Pellaz tried to eat as quickly as possible, and Terzian made small talk about his military endeavors and how many horses had recently foaled, pretending everything was fine. I seemed to be the only one having a good time. Why did I enjoy seeing these hara squirm? One of them I was very fond of, one I fantasized about rooning and the other, we all seemed to know, was having intense arunic thoughts about me. It may or may not have been obvious that I returned those feelings, albeit with a certain degree of trepidation attached. Terzian, trying to dissipate some of the stress, addressed a question to me.

“Have you been to the stables yet, Cal?”

“No,” I answered smiling. “I don’t do much riding in the winter. I prefer to engage in indoor exercise.” I winked at him.

Terzian cleared his throat, Cobweb slashed at his meat with his knife screeching it across his plate, which made everyone jump. Pell seemed to be wishing he was invisible.

“Maybe I should check out the horses,” I remarked. “An invigorating winter ride after this lovely meal might do me some good. You like to ride, Cobweb. Care to join me?”

He stared at me, swallowed and said calmly, “I’d rather be tied to a tree and gutted.”

“Well,” I said good-naturedly. “Maybe some other time then.”

Two house hara came in and refilled the wine glasses, leaving very hurriedly. The taut atmosphere must have been palpable, even to them. After we’d finished and they were clearing up, Cobweb swept haughtily from the room, Pell close on his heels. It only took a terse look and the speaking of his name from Terzian to send Pell quickly out of the room. It seemed they couldn’t get away fast enough. Cobweb, I assumed would head to his rooms to sulk in private and possibly busy himself with plans for my demise, while Pellaz would make himself as scarce as possible. That left Terzian and me alone at the table.

“Well! Another delicious and congenial dinner at Forever, eh Terzian?”

He didn’t look amused. He lit two cigarettes and passed one to me. I didn’t care for the way he made the decision for me. I would have preferred him to ask if I cared for a smoke. A small thing, but it made me want to say, “No thanks, I don’t care for one.” But I was tired of playing games, so I took it.

“Why do you want to antagonize Cobweb?” Terzian asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe because I want to see how far I can go. Maybe just because it’s fun. I like lively exchanges at dinner, don’t you?”

Terzian took a deep drag on his cigarette and sighed.

“I wouldn’t push him too far.”

I laughed.

Changing the subject, I asked, “What shall we do tonight? Chess? A good book? Or maybe torrid aruna in your room. What’ll it be?”

I could tell he didn’t appreciate my attitude, but he gave me a bit of a smirk and replied, “What do you think?”

“Probably the aruna.”

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The Hat

Challenge Submission - January 2009The Hat
by Eldraug

Story Notes

Title:  The Hat

Author:  Eldraug

Pairing:  Cobweb/Terzian

Rating:  Soft R

Summary:   Terzian thinks about an evening of changes at home with Cobweb.

Disclaimer:  All characters and settings are the property of Storm Constantine.  I make no money from this work of short fiction

Author note:  I like to think that at one time Cobweb and Terzian were happy together.  This fic is set in that time.

The Hat

Terzian smiled as he pulled his dress uniform hat from the top shelf of his closet.  He loved the feeling of the smooth black leather, the way it shone in the light.  He buffed the silver studs with his sleeve before holding it back to critique his work.  Nodding to himself, he carried it carefully into the bedroom he shared with his chesnari.  Cobweb lay in their huge bed, curled up in the middle hugging a pillow.  Terzian stopped by the bed and smiled down at the fragile creature lost in sleep.  Leaning over, he placed a gentle kiss on Cobweb’s forehead then softly padded over to his chesnari’s dressing table.  Placing the hat carefully right in the center of it, he smiled to himself and left the room.

It was rare that Terzian was ever soume, being such an ouana personality and all, but there were times that he wanted to be taken care of, be controlled, be loved.  Sometimes being soume felt good, even for a Varrish warrior like himself.   He would never let any of the others know what he did and he would never be soume for anyone but Cobweb and even then it was only every now and then, but . . . Gods, when he wanted it, it felt so good.

As he settled in at the barracks in town for a day of paperwork, his mind drifted to what would happen that evening.   Webby would find his hat and know what it meant.  It was a little thing they had worked out when they were newlybonded.  He loved the way Webby looked in his hat – his soft, gentle chesnari with his dress uniform hat perched atop his head.  Webby’s whole demeanor changed when the hat was on his head – gone was the soft, whispery Cobweb and in his place was a dominant, strong har no one but Terzian ever saw.

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