Queens ( sandstained: )

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              the warlords shouldn’t get a say in who he married. and while keepsie had been the youngest of the wives — it wasn’t like she was younger by that much. shoulders ( tensed ) at the thought of his men… his most trusted advisors those whom he would trust his life to — his fallen child’s life with when he had still been around… those were the people that had driven her away. faked her death. it was… ( perfectly reasonable ) without her having to say who was involved he already knew the answer, it was almost as if he only thing that he hadn’t been able to piece together himself was why the desert had kept them separated this long. had she decided that they hadn’t been meant for each other after all ? or was she trying to teach him some sort of lesson. his voice is caught in the back of his throat. no tears or anticipation for them present but he is not quite sure if words form on his mouth. what’s going to come out. its a sweeping gesture, as he moves in and picks her up off the ground, holding the smaller girl against him roughly. she’s alive. and here and tangible. and its’a mess of contradictions because a ghost can’t possible be all of those things. and yet she’s here, but if she’s not willing to return with him will she just turn back into a ghost. the thoughts plague him, upsetting him, as he finds himself holding her even more tightly. she’s alive. she’s ALIVE. she has been all this time. 

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                    She doesn’t realize her hands are on his cheeks until they’re already there. She’s holding his head still just so she can look him over, again and again and again. Her thumb runs along the scar under his eye. Out of everything she’s done wrong in her life, she’s regretted every wrong she’s had with Queens, loosing their son, letting his warlords drive her out of her home. Leaving him alone for all of these years. Letting the desert keep her for so long, if she could take everything back and just live her life with the man she loved she would. A loving smile appears before she off the ground and brought into his chest it’s a quick reflex and her arms are around his shoulders, holding back the feeling of tears that emerge hits her hard. Her head rests against his shoulder when his grip tightens. She pulls back from him just slightly still very much in his arms before looking him in the eye. “I just want to go home, with you…please take me home Queens.’

 

"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.