Earth's Lover
A twisted relationship in the dark of night. Gothic Fiction.
She was the most striking creature I had ever beheld. Her twisted chocolate hair bounced with every graceful step of her dainty feet. Her jade eyes glinted with every smirk of her pouty lips, and her smooth creamy skin glowed with every caress of the moon’s beams. This being was a blessing from above. Immortality exuded her every pore, taunting me. My normality slapped me in the face, preventing me from ever reaching her. Her supple curves tortured me with every sway. I would fleetingly glimpse the curve of her breast or the depression of her hips. She was my life in every way.
I called her Gaia. She found the pet name amusing. Her lilting laugh would echo through the dank halls, like a trickling stream over pebbles. For some reason, she had adopted the name, and deemed it our little secret. I didn’t understand her amusement. To me, she was the epitome of all things natural: A waterfall, fierce and stunning; A lake, vast and mysterious; A mountain, dangerous and breathtaking. Her sunny personality lit up shadowy corridors and instilled a sense of awe.
My obsession was uncontrollable, like a poison slowly spreading through my body. The slightest scent of gardenias and rain would send me into a crazed state. My tongue would dry out, and my words would get stuck at the base of my throat. I would vainly scratch at my throat trying to claw the words right out. Battling with myself, I would eventually liberate a few words. My problem was what those words were, because to my ears all I heard was obsession, passion, I love you. She didn’t mind the stuttering though. She would grace me with a sly smile before giving me a chaste kiss on the lips, and closing the door once more.
One chilly night, I lay awake in bed envisioning if we would fit together like two puzzle pieces, if we were made to merge our bodies. I writhed underneath the heavy duvet that confined my imaginings. Outside, the weather reciprocated my agitation. Everyone lay asleep, embraced by their covers and lulled into slumber. But I lay awake, listening to the harsh smack of each raindrop against the window. I vaguely registered the slight crack in the window letting a droplet seep in now and again. Were the gods weeping? A flash of lightening and an earthshaking rumble split the air. No. The gods weren’t crying, they were ranting. They angered for me and my failure to express anything.
As the lightening ripped through the clouds and lit the room with a harsh crack, I shot from my bed. I vainly struggled with the harness sheets and untangled myself from its cold encasing. My sweaty feet were chilled against the frozen tile beneath me. A sinister chill crawled up my spine and curled around my neck as I reached for the Turkish robe, lying limp at the foot of the bed. Once more protected from the bitter cold of the night, my body urged me forward and out into the dank corridors. With Gaia peacefully asleep, the shadow demons had come out to play. They crawled up the walls and sent peals of sharp laughter echoing down. Their claws grabbed me and raked at my skin, pulling me back towards my emotional prison, back into the darkness of apathy. But I was stronger, I threw them off and stretched my hand out of the depths of hell and grasped onto her light. The shadow demons were dispelled and floated down the hall to torture someone else.
The smooth wooden doorknob was slippery in my shaking hand. Cherry oak was my key; my entrance into a world of love. It was beautiful and soft, yet simple. It was the essence of her in the form of a knob, for she opened so many doors into so many unknown worlds. I slowly twisted her around, easing the barrier open. A slight smile graced my face as I pictured her, gently slumbering, a chocolate halo surrounding her head. But my image was clawed apart as the opened door revealed to me my worst nightmare.
There she was, lying on the bed just as I imagined, with her hair all tangled and tousled over her pillow. Her eyes were shut and her plump lips were slightly parted. But smothering her beauty was a man. I couldn’t see his face, but he was lying between her legs pumping and thrusting with his head thrown back in ecstasy. I had unknowingly opened the door into a world of sweat, smiles, and sighs; a world of yes’s and pleases; a world of harder’s and fasters. I had opened the door into my dream, but I was not a part of it.
I slid down the cold stone wall outside the room. I had shut the door just as gently as it had been opened. It wasn’t the door’s fault that it had opened at the wrong time. It was trying to help me, blocking me from the traitorous scene of lust. I stroked the wooden grains of the door. It was not in the wrong for its role in this betrayal. It was a righteous door that promised nothing, and I should’ve understood that.
As I lay pensive on the floor, stroking the sturdy entrance, it banged open; revealing to me the man who lived my dreams. He walked right past me, pausing only once to stare with emerald orbs into my own empty eyes. He nodded and continued on down the hall. I lay dormant on the floor until I could no longer see his brown hair, and no longer hear the echoes of his heavy footsteps. The door hung open on its hinges, swaying slowly back and forth, beckoning me within. I clenched my fists in anger and furiously strode into the dwelling of a temptress.
She lay like a fallen angel spread on her satiny sheets of gold. Her eyes were closed once more and a satiated smile graced her lips. I loathed that smile that was granted by someone else. My sweaty palms itched to slap the offending grin from her face. Convinced in my anger, I paced irritably towards the edge of the bed. Looking down on her naked body sprawled out, invitingly, my anger dissipated. I could only feel the ache and need to consume. I craved every caress she would give, every kiss granted on my skin. I hungered for her love, her lust, and her need. So when she parted her soft feathery lashes, and reached out to me, I had already set myself up for the fall.
We became one that night, and as she lay beneath me, raking her nails down my back, she whispered poisonous words into me ear, repenting for her earlier betrayal.
"I had to Ouranos. I never meant to hurt you. It had to be done."
And as the stars exploded behind my eyes and my body became one with Earth, I forgave her because I knew why she had done it. I lay in her arms basking in the deed achieved. Drifting of to sleep in her arms, Morpheus carried me away with her last words resounding in my head.
"Ouranos, I must love all my children equally."
I called her Gaia. She found the pet name amusing. Her lilting laugh would echo through the dank halls, like a trickling stream over pebbles. For some reason, she had adopted the name, and deemed it our little secret. I didn’t understand her amusement. To me, she was the epitome of all things natural: A waterfall, fierce and stunning; A lake, vast and mysterious; A mountain, dangerous and breathtaking. Her sunny personality lit up shadowy corridors and instilled a sense of awe.
My obsession was uncontrollable, like a poison slowly spreading through my body. The slightest scent of gardenias and rain would send me into a crazed state. My tongue would dry out, and my words would get stuck at the base of my throat. I would vainly scratch at my throat trying to claw the words right out. Battling with myself, I would eventually liberate a few words. My problem was what those words were, because to my ears all I heard was obsession, passion, I love you. She didn’t mind the stuttering though. She would grace me with a sly smile before giving me a chaste kiss on the lips, and closing the door once more.
One chilly night, I lay awake in bed envisioning if we would fit together like two puzzle pieces, if we were made to merge our bodies. I writhed underneath the heavy duvet that confined my imaginings. Outside, the weather reciprocated my agitation. Everyone lay asleep, embraced by their covers and lulled into slumber. But I lay awake, listening to the harsh smack of each raindrop against the window. I vaguely registered the slight crack in the window letting a droplet seep in now and again. Were the gods weeping? A flash of lightening and an earthshaking rumble split the air. No. The gods weren’t crying, they were ranting. They angered for me and my failure to express anything.
As the lightening ripped through the clouds and lit the room with a harsh crack, I shot from my bed. I vainly struggled with the harness sheets and untangled myself from its cold encasing. My sweaty feet were chilled against the frozen tile beneath me. A sinister chill crawled up my spine and curled around my neck as I reached for the Turkish robe, lying limp at the foot of the bed. Once more protected from the bitter cold of the night, my body urged me forward and out into the dank corridors. With Gaia peacefully asleep, the shadow demons had come out to play. They crawled up the walls and sent peals of sharp laughter echoing down. Their claws grabbed me and raked at my skin, pulling me back towards my emotional prison, back into the darkness of apathy. But I was stronger, I threw them off and stretched my hand out of the depths of hell and grasped onto her light. The shadow demons were dispelled and floated down the hall to torture someone else.
The smooth wooden doorknob was slippery in my shaking hand. Cherry oak was my key; my entrance into a world of love. It was beautiful and soft, yet simple. It was the essence of her in the form of a knob, for she opened so many doors into so many unknown worlds. I slowly twisted her around, easing the barrier open. A slight smile graced my face as I pictured her, gently slumbering, a chocolate halo surrounding her head. But my image was clawed apart as the opened door revealed to me my worst nightmare.
There she was, lying on the bed just as I imagined, with her hair all tangled and tousled over her pillow. Her eyes were shut and her plump lips were slightly parted. But smothering her beauty was a man. I couldn’t see his face, but he was lying between her legs pumping and thrusting with his head thrown back in ecstasy. I had unknowingly opened the door into a world of sweat, smiles, and sighs; a world of yes’s and pleases; a world of harder’s and fasters. I had opened the door into my dream, but I was not a part of it.
I slid down the cold stone wall outside the room. I had shut the door just as gently as it had been opened. It wasn’t the door’s fault that it had opened at the wrong time. It was trying to help me, blocking me from the traitorous scene of lust. I stroked the wooden grains of the door. It was not in the wrong for its role in this betrayal. It was a righteous door that promised nothing, and I should’ve understood that.
As I lay pensive on the floor, stroking the sturdy entrance, it banged open; revealing to me the man who lived my dreams. He walked right past me, pausing only once to stare with emerald orbs into my own empty eyes. He nodded and continued on down the hall. I lay dormant on the floor until I could no longer see his brown hair, and no longer hear the echoes of his heavy footsteps. The door hung open on its hinges, swaying slowly back and forth, beckoning me within. I clenched my fists in anger and furiously strode into the dwelling of a temptress.
She lay like a fallen angel spread on her satiny sheets of gold. Her eyes were closed once more and a satiated smile graced her lips. I loathed that smile that was granted by someone else. My sweaty palms itched to slap the offending grin from her face. Convinced in my anger, I paced irritably towards the edge of the bed. Looking down on her naked body sprawled out, invitingly, my anger dissipated. I could only feel the ache and need to consume. I craved every caress she would give, every kiss granted on my skin. I hungered for her love, her lust, and her need. So when she parted her soft feathery lashes, and reached out to me, I had already set myself up for the fall.
We became one that night, and as she lay beneath me, raking her nails down my back, she whispered poisonous words into me ear, repenting for her earlier betrayal.
"I had to Ouranos. I never meant to hurt you. It had to be done."
And as the stars exploded behind my eyes and my body became one with Earth, I forgave her because I knew why she had done it. I lay in her arms basking in the deed achieved. Drifting of to sleep in her arms, Morpheus carried me away with her last words resounding in my head.
"Ouranos, I must love all my children equally."
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