{Quiet somberness, hasty comparisons of the juvenile ring lying. Yet the last was a word salad of the crier and the next a mourning... Today marks the end of the 16 days of literature... well how shall I start to wrap up the ending bow to this without a sense of just not wanting to end it? Maybe I can't, but ever-more by economic conditions do I feel I need to release something and start churning out. Maybe that 'twas the name for 16 days; new but to smoked out like the taking of new troops and forcing them to exercise 'til they're "smoked" out... Today's music-aides: "Heroic" Polonaise in A flat major, Op. 53 [1]. and Regardless of Distance [2.] (Chopin and Rush Garcia, YT).}

By Władysław Podkowiński

- Radosny -

[1].

Gentle taps provoke the boards, perturbing the settled air but for not so long. A sway in the dance of the feet, forcing the boards to play differing tunes as they tipsily move along. The two with energy still in them as their giggles joined in on the noise pollution, yet a juvenile notion danced of mental depletion had permeated between the two. Two differing hands extend out, making the door creak in annoyance but ringing loudly a pain upon being slammed closed. With a folly dance as-such over, their bodies danced a change in articles with clothes flying about the air, lights pulsing in-n-out seen by the eyes, tugs and pats of clothes done by the arms and yet the awkwardness laying on both of them as they approached the bed.

"He-heh, why don't you squeeze in first? After all, you've done the hard work today my Thief."

"Oh yah, mój Witch, can't tell if this be an act of sincerity or be another o' yer traps~"

"We'll see, now come on in. You're bruised all about and I shouldn't have-"

"Nie, nie. Every right to travel where yah'd went to take one last look... Was the sight purty?"

"Not as pretty as you, my Goat~"

"Baaaaaaah!~"

"Ha ha ha ha... Alright, get in Saddie."

"Fine, I'll get in for you Ashuri~"

Ashuri's arms extending out, the hammock's support eked as Saddie's body collapsed unto the bed. Yet she wiggled around the hammock which distanced her away from the middle, and her head tilted up to her Witch with an ancient smile plastered on the lips with a wink made on her eyes. Her mind, despite being drained as well, noticed the gestures and hopped in, making the hammock now cry with the supports. Yet, the twos' voice-boxes giggled to the air around as their bodies wiggled close to each other - arms hugging tighter than their last resting encounter.

"Saddie..."

"Tak, mój Ashuri?"

Saddie's skin screamed first before her voice-box had with Ashuri's nails digging but not boring in. Their eyes linking up, Ashuri's eyes flared red but simmered back to those hazel-night colours she first felt bewitched by when she saw her. Ashuri's eyes, however, didn't simmer the flames away but also released the floodgates and poured hard, her hands squeezing her Thief even tighter. A shock to soon jolt her mind, Saddie could act only by her lips to negotiate to Ashuri's mind to stabilize - even if she was unstable herself.

"But you are hurt, why am I being treated? You, I could've lost and hmph~"

"Yah may know how to unscrew my physical pains, which only a goat like me could only make; yet you can't fix the real pains without someone else~"

"I-I-I... I guess."

"Look at me~"

With Ashuri's head raising away from Saddie's head, their heads were leveled. Yet Ashuri's lips overtook the command of her voice-box and landed a soft, but deep, kiss on her Thief. Both of their cheeks began to feel being painted red, yet the warmth spreading all across and away from the impact zones.

"Remember when you took that plunge to beat me down the stairs. Had to save you but then kick youoff."

"And then yah gave me a magical item I still remember~"

"Hmm!- Mmmm, mhm~ Are you sure it wasn't a bit more childish?~"

"Hwæt do yah mean- Hmm! Mmmm~ Now that's the magical grace of the lips I've waited for so long~"

"And as I said before, just communicate it better my Goat."

"Baaaaaah!~"

"What the heck, another kiss for the hurt Goat."

Oh Cupid needn't be here to send those volleys of arrows, not that 'twas the season nor the day to finalize such. For they were sending their own volley of kisses, yet tension began its slow creep as they restrained themselves to their faces. And with the silent stresses of heat passing through them, they began a small breakthrough with the tongues acting as the explorers to this brave journey. With the lips locked-n-glued with each other, the tongues began their journeys but soon found the other tongue in the way. An awkward dance ensued between the two tongues, but soon relaxing-n-easing to a cadence they've yet to master.

Soon, despite the same roughness, their hands explored bravely as their respective tongues. Plotting out the unchecked lands of each other despite their eyes already perfecting the map with every day of being with each other. Finally, the grasping-n-gripping tension eased and explored further then the backside of both. However, despite the progress being hindered, tension kept crawling; yet 'twas ignored as more senses of heat permeated through each other. But, with the progress of tension came the senses of electricity hopping across their skins; such jolts radiating massive quantities of heat throughout the body despite coming in small dosages.

Saddie's hands began the finger-play on Ashuri's hair which seemed ever-so-impossible to maintain such simplicity with her never putting even a zilch of combing - she, as she messed her hairs, figured magic was in play for a Witch like her. Yet, with each silky stroke by her hands, she felt more ease despite her mind's old pejoratives screaming otherwise, so her hands radiated the light magic into her Saddie. Saddie, with her wounds slowly sealing up, began to feel the Jouissance creeping into her as-was Ashuri; but a sense she had been so long deprived from that she couldn't but spend the excesses.

Warmth and electricity pierced into Ashuri's neck, her lips being the instigator as she's left defenceless to the new barrage. Ashuri's mind, in fact both, still feeling exhausted began quaking as the ecstasy rushed so fast into her system without warning. Saddie's back felt her lover's hands again, yet with small dosages of lightning literally zapping unto her. Ignoring at first, she pressed on and spent in heavier amounts the excesses of such a Jouissance; she, however, began to feel overwhelmed with her lover's excesses that her hands began sparking in progressively rising voltages.

Her back now feeling queasier finally pushed Saddie's mind out of her moment in insouciance, her ears catching in time what her lover's lips was fumbling over. Hearing once the profane hex, her lips bit on her lips and stopped her from hexing the infamous "Hocus-Pocus" unto Saddie. A pain only a Goat can deliver, Ashuri's mind fully unsnapped from the flooding trance despite being still so submerged. Their eyes linking up again, the momentary disruption hadn't ceased the session so fast...

"S-s-sorry. Heh~"

"Despite knowing so much, yer still mój Witch-in-training. Gotta say, yah hexed mój heart correctly at least."

"He he he he!~"

Their hands now in front of their bodies, Saddie's hands slowly slid down to the nether of her body but Ashley was feeling now all to queasy with the slow sinking of her hands. So her body felt a sharp knee-in-her-stomach as the stomach groaned-in-pain; forcing her hands to clamp her stomach. Ashuri realizing her knee-jerk reaction let her hands pulsate the light magic and began subduing her stomach pains. Saddie's head tilting up again, Ashuri's eyes expected the worse as her eyes quivered in fear to shelter her mind. Yet her ears exploded in shock which her eyes only widened with her mind realizing fast what she said.

"I love yah... after all: love hurts~"

"... I love you too, don't you ever leave me nor go near to the embraces of the Flying Dutchman ever again!~"

"I can't promise for the future, but as we stand here right now: we can forever live up to that if we just don't let go."

[2.]

A squeezing grasp that only a set of compressed lungs would ever know, she reciprocated in a quieter kind the hug back to her. Inching impossibly closer to the point where their noses made the first, soft contact, the awkwardness didn't settle in this time. Eyes shut, but no sight was needed; lips so close, but no contact needed; heat pressing upon both, but the cold never felt; noses touching, but tension only retreating away. Saddie's voice-box broke the silent stalemate and reignited the silent air, no matter how quiet her voice could've been to keep her Ashuri peaceful.

"When I plung'd in with me hands, did something hurt?"

"No."

"So 'twas a bad memory that perturbed oure lil' session?"

"... yes..."

"I won't ask any further, but look at me... Yer away from yer past now, no more in that moment... As much o' a mark that was, it need nae define yah in th' ways it does now. Hey! Keep gazin' at me. We'll make it through together, I'm not so unshatter'd as yah might think. We'll make every step together, to overcome oure problems not because we wish to but because we have to. To learn and make right o' oure past when we don't have the tools we want to correct the past in oure image. By th' time we might, we'd probably forget them as bad memories."

"Thanks, babunia. I think we need to rest now, day's been rough on us all~"

"Tak. Dobranoc, mój Ukochany!!!!~"

"Goodnight, my beloved~"

With their eyes finally collapsing, they were fast asleep but their eyes falling to a quiet ecstasy as their mind enjoyed not only the other but the noises outside of the ship. The squawk of ærials heard from far out, the crashing of waves pounding softly on the bark of the ship, the work of the pirates outside slowly calming down and the wide beach-front forest charming the air with the choir of the forest critters and tree branches swayed by the whistling winds. As the moon slowly danced its way across the sky, nothing dared shatter the peace and quiet - even when the new members squeaked the boards-n-doors of their own rooms. With the silence soon abound, a semblance of equilibrium radiated and all the bodies felt the gentle warmth so lost yet so ever-desired.

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Two things: end of the 16 days of literature and also gonna take a god dang break (except for contest so blep).

So, down below, I shall link by tomorrow the other 16 days of literature so everybody can see the other sixteen days. Regardless, I have been hesitating writing this story for a long while - incompetence really. Yet, with such a serious investment into writing out the thoughts that sometimes occur in my head when thinking of some character relations, I do wonder how badly I missed the trajectory for quite yet an innocent scene for the two of them.

Lemme back up, concerning my age is near their age anyways, they are not adults. So, to speak to the people not in the know of these two characters: they are practically (yay I retconned a detail I never really made explicit nor implicit nor even wrote down but to the people that asked!) seventeen years old. I need not go further than this, yet I do wonder if I wrote this line of literature anywhere with the due respects it rightfully deserves.

Of course, thankfully or hopefully, I avoided most tropes relating to this - especially the fantasizing part which is trope amongst a certain sect of writers - and just gave what was in my mind the mental follies. (Of course the mental follies being mediated between the literature I have read, lesbian-queer eroticas and all, and dispelling profane imagery we tend to see with pornography. To purposefully digress into a topic: yes, I fucking sex-positivism yet let sex workers have their jobs decriminalized, let them unionize and let's try to make sure there are standards for the line of work. However, let's not kid ourselves that this line of work seeks only to commodify bodies for objects of use due to money being the universal commodity for every-n-all exchanges. There is no consent if the sex worker has to sell their bodies to just get the piecemeal bread; while they might "feel no shame" for the line of work, they clearly can still be affected by ravenous STDs and the such when the client doesn't do their part to keep clean so the sex worker can live on for another day. Regardless: we should work towards making sure sex workers can escape this line of work and, in the meanwhile, crack-down on the pimps, sex slave trade, conditions that lead to people having to sell their bodies to sexual exploitation and in general the r*pe of people.) But this has been my Ted Talk, thanks for coming.