Queens  ( sandstained: )

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                    there’s a strange sense of power in her words. and its the reason that he’s so temperent about putting up with her and her actions, it’s dangerous for him to think so of course. because she’s far too close for him to deny that she’s standing her now, the desert can do quite a few things… but create life is not one of them. and suddenly it’s strange. because there’s so much that he should not do in this case, there’s so much that he should and could be doing but… his breath seems to be caught in his throat     the king is quiet.     though the silence that follows him is quite often used as a power trip from the king himself, in this case however, it feels hollow, empty, and restless. it’s the touch that pulls him from his own thoughts, the light fingers that brushed fabric laced over his skin. he’s had not been ready for it… he still was not ready for it.  the feeling leaves him startled. as the realization sets in… she’s real.

his words still bare weight however, and her response feels as though and ocean has swept it from it’s place. “ you could never have been killed. you were my queen, — ” it would be treason. but the words don’t leave the man’s mouth, he knows his people far too well. everything is allowed as long as no one gets caught. “ is it… really you ? ”

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                       “I was your queen, an outspoken, young, very un-liked by your officials queen. I was un-liked by everyone but the public but I’m still alive, I won.” She couldn’t look at him for more than a minute without having a rush of memories of her years  by his side. The scarring under his eye was too familiar without a doubt Keepsie could trace whatever scars were on his body with her eyes closed, she could recite each one of their stories but would honestly rather hear him say it when they were in bed, she couldn’t forget every moment with him, it had kept her sane through the years.

She let out an airy laugh at his question, to her she hadn’t realized how to him she could be completely fabricated but just knowing that he wanted her to be real made her smile slightly. “Yeah it is me…Do I need to ask if it’s you?”

 

Queens

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          “ LOOK. I know you don’t want to — but your reappearance would be good for the PEOPLE — and they already know you’ve returned, if I make a public appearance without you by my side it will look like I am mocking our laws. ”

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                    She stays quiet for a second he’s right, she should but she still sees the faces of the men who want her dead to this day. What happens if they get her because of this? With a gulp she looks up at him. “I’m just, hesitant if we should make a public appearance so soon…people haven’t gotten over me surviving, what I wasn’t supposed to.” With a sigh she stands and nods. “But it’s good for the people.” It’s a firm statement that is accompanied by an unspoken one she’s known since Queen’s rise, your people are above yourself.

 

( Queens )

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            her voice haunts him. he hears it, EVERY NIGHT. he hears the sound, sees the footprints on the sand as she steps towards him. she’s breathing the air, he can watch her chest ( inhale ) and EXHALE the dry air. he’s playing with the desert, and it’s a dangerous game to play. this land isn’t known for its kindness or compassion, and the words be happy sound like trap. he hasn’t been happy since her death. or maybe even a little before that — since his death. he’s not sure he’s tried to be, but he is fairly certain that it’s no longer possible. and yet, as she walks towards him. he feels in, a slimmer of HOPE in his chest. and that’s the most dangerous thing. hope in this heat can get him killed. 

“ i am content. ” he replies to his queen. who sounds SO TIRED. but she’s stepping closer, and doesn’t seem to be stopping. and it only takes a moment, for her to be close enough for him to feel her presence. “ why are you here ? ”

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                   “That’s not happy.” She shakes her head ever so slightly stopping an arm’s length away from him. Content, content wasn’t happy it wasn’t sweet and it wasn’t forgiving. She had learned the difference between the real Queens and the tricks that haunted her time in the unknown sands. The Mirages they always seemed like gods like the man who was so happy with their son, but seeing this Queens, her Queens it took only a moment to know. She wants to touch him to lean in and press a kiss to his forehead but how could she? So instead a hand touches his shoulder slightly before pulling it away.

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                   The question strikes her slightly, should she say the entire truth or is he just being skeptical? Asking the “fake” Keepsie he believes she is. Her words spring out before her mind has time to stop them. “I was to be killed, I ran so that I’d live and that a little piece of everything that we knew would live. I never thought they’d kill a girl in my place.” They’re soft and she can’t look at her love she can hardly face the  pain she left behind her.

 

"Summer without you is as cold as winter."

An angel of sand and strength, a legend. Her people whisper of her life, of her survival.

"Keepsie Kom Sangeda"

Independant and Private grounder oc Penned by Hannah, original idea by Sun.

"Winter without you is even colder."

They say you can see her on the horizon, it's not until she's brought back into the world, onto her throne and beside her equal, that everything comes to light.