You're My Sweetheart (Angelus/Juno)

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Nakita

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They say time heals all wounds. What a bold faced lie. Time heals nothing in this world or the next. What you do with said time is what really makes the difference. Time was what ate Nakita alive on a day to day basis. Time, and what little was being accomplished during it. Over a year had passed since Nakita had given birth to her first child. The daughter of the demon, Nakita's demon.

The first weeks after the coal colored child's birth had been the best. Nakita's instinct may not have been quite as strong as it should have been, but Angelus took up whatever slack Nakita was unable to handle. Angelus seemed to take up a lot of slack as the days drug into months and Nakita spiraled downward. The closeness she'd felt on the night of Juno's birth, the closeness she knew she would, from that moment on, forever crave, was no longer present on an hour by hour basis. Angelus was busy being a demon and Nakita often was left to fend for herself with the alien creature everyone called her child.

"Juno! Don't stray so far!" The rasp of a mothers voice broke the silence of the desert. The yearling filly was moving farther and farther into the distance as the pair made their way across their home in search for her father, the newly declared king. Nakita's head spun as she thought about this newest predicament. Angelus had left the pair approximately three days previous to the current hour, just as the sun began to drain through the horizon. The night was where he staked his claim on the kingdom and with said claim came a world of new possibilities not only for the demon, but for his demon bride and their demon child.

Nakita's nerves proved troublesome when he didn't return immediately, and an ominous feeling loomed over the mother daughter pair as they spent more alone time together. The filly was not attached to her mother, just as her mother never truly attached to her. Nakita cared. She loved the babe more then anything. Understanding and nurturing were not, however, coming quite as easily. "Really Juno. You mustn't go so far." Nakita began to nag as the child got further. She didn't want Juno at her side, but a certain sense of protective nature held Nakita hostage to the child's reckless ways. "Do you sense your father?" She inquired, scanning the darkening horizon herself and lifting her lip to test the air. The father daughter pair seemed to have a stronger bond then Nakita could even begin to imagine and part of her hoped her daughter had a homing signal that would beckon Angelus to them soon.

Darkness wasn't what scared Nakita. Her emergence within that darkness was what gave her an eerie chill.





ooc: well then. Apparently Nakita has a lot to say.

from these violent delights,
come violent ends.

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Juno & Angelus

The powerful black filly had grown from a wobbly child into a budding beauty, with her coat as black as the night which her sire so favored, and matching her mother’s. She was proud, full of confidence and perhaps a haughtiness that betrayed her other virtues. Her steps were high that night, kicking up sand as she pranced. Her sleek coat shone here and there with the light of the dying sun. Blood red bathed the landscape and elongated their shadows. Juno’s own shadow was a grotesque creature with grossly lengthened limbs and small features; it resembled a spider more than the young filly who owned it.

They were on their way to find her father, the demon of the sands. For reasons unknown to her, he had left three days ago. Juno knew that it affected her mother more than Nakita would let on, but left it alone. Her mother’s problems were not her own. At times she felt that her mother was rather resentful of her existence; Angelus had told her once that before she was even conceived, Nakita had been full of life and love and wonder. Even with the severed ties that hung tattered between them, Juno ached to see the mare her mother had once been. It was a piercing needle in her heart that she was the cause of this dissent within the black mare. She would not let it show though, and instead looked forward to the appearance of her striking and powerful father. She wasn’t aware of the distance between her and Nakita until her mother’s voice rang out through the night air and called her back. With a sigh of trepidation, she slowed her steps and brought herself closer to her distant - physically and emotionally - parent. The black filly eyed her mother and nearly pleaded with her to show some form of love, of real affection for her. There was nothing but a dutiful protection however, and Juno’s heart dropped a little. It lifted slightly when Nakita mentioned the approach of her father, and she began searching in earnest for his form in the growing darkness. Her eyes scanned the horizon, and she could see more now that the moon was rising and shining over the dunes. “Yes, he’s coming now! I can see him mother!”

•••

It had been three days since his challenge, and three days had gone by without a reply. It would not surprise him if Aziz was dead by now, along with his sons. It pained him to see how far a rule could fall if left in the hands of a madman, but it also left a resolve deep within him. He would not let his kingdom end in this way. There would be no dark recess into which he would fall and become a distant memory. Greatness awaited him and his family, and forever would it stand as a legend in the homeland. Angelus, the demon of the sands, cantered over the crest of a dune, and even in the darkness his gaze latched on to two figures making their way towards him. His family. The black stallion sighed in pride and made his way thundering down the steep and unstable slope. His coat was laced with sweat as he slowed to a proud walk, smelling his lover and their daughter on the slight breeze. It was not long until he was within speaking distance of the pair.

His daughter, the proud and beautiful black filly, pranced her way over to her father. Angelus laughed with his deep tenor voice, and pressed his nuzzle to his daughter’s. Juno jumped and pranced around him, her now longer tail held high and playfully flicking back and forth. Rumbling his pleasure at seeing his daughter, the stallion tossed his mane and nickered. And yet, even with the joy of his offspring, there was no concealing the ache that hindered each stride of his long legs. His deep, black eyes slowly swept towards the smaller black mare. She was beautiful, just as when he had first come across her in the oasis. His heart beat loudly in his chest, like a lovesick colt’s, and he blinked lazily. “Nakita,” he said softly, surprised at the lack of breath in his lungs. She was an angel to his darkness, relief when there was none. The stallion lightly touched Juno with his tail, then walked over to his lover. She worried him, at the same time as she excited him. “My darling,” he said. With two quick strides he was there, touching her, encircling her, breathing her in. His loins ached, and he moved his lips over her mane and ears, nipping and nuzzling. She was his, and his heart yearned to let her know that, over and over again. “My love...” He barely restrained himself, moving to look at her better. “Oh my dear Nakita, how lovely you are...” Yes, she was his.

ooc: okay. so. yeah. angelus decided that he finally knows who he is, and juno too, so...they kinda just ran with it.
word count: 833
tag: nakita
muse: young and beautiful by lana del ray

[nala]

Nakita

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Fire burned behind not only the eyes of her lover, but behind the eyes of their daughter as well. As the deep colored stallion made his way over the dune and toward the pair she could tell that that fire once again had connected in the two equines she loved so much. Their touch with one another nearly did Nakita in. She craved Angelus' touch every time he was away from her, and the touch of Juno was still so foreign and frightening to the mother. When the pair collided before her she could hardly contain her need.

The black mare stopped where she stood, her hooves sinking slightly in the kingdom sand. With a breath inward, her ribs expanded moving across her skin tight pelt. Thinness never looked good on an equine, but Nakita had to admit she pulled it off rather well with her petite stature. "My love." She remarked as the fire of Angelus' eyes reached her own dark pools. He looked regal and worn all at the same time. A being beyond words. She could not take in enough of him.

His touch was like the shock of static electricity every single time he returned to her. A chill ran down her fragile spine as he slowly made his way around her face and neck, burying her in sweet kisses. The second and third touch were easier, but still she felt a warm burning with each caress. Sometimes she feared her breath would cease all together. "You flatter me." Was all she returned to his loving words. She didn't always see it, but she listened nonetheless, drinking in his kind words and storing them for later.

Nakita twisted her body to be nearer to him, pressing her shoulder into his and looking over to Juno. She half halfheartedly motioned for the filly to join them, not knowing if the child would listen to her or not, not really caring one way or the other. Nakita understood if the child didn't wish to be near her mother. She knew what she was doing to the child. She knew whatever was plaguing her mind and heart was not healthy for any mother child relationship.

With a shake of her mane she focused her thoughts back on Angelus. "You bring news, demon." The last word came out in a whisper just between the pair. It was a pet name, and a dark one to say the least. Nakita found herself calling him that when they were alone since their first meeting. It was something she held onto with all of her might. Something for just them. "News for me and mine." Her lips caressed the tips of his dark mane as the last of the suns light fell under the sand dune.



ooc: kinda a speedy post.

from these violent delights,
come violent ends.

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Juno & Angelus

Her breath twisted around him, caressed him in such a way that he closed his eyes and simply breathed with her. She was his angel, an opposite to his dark and mysterious soul. Her body pressed against him, and Angelus felt a need deep in his stomach, a need so strong that he trembled with the effort to contain it. It was as if all of the stars in the heavens had suddenly burst into tiny fragments, and she was one of those pieces, a faintly glowing star on earth. His breathing became rapid, and he maneuvered his neck to wrap around hers, gazing half-knowing at his daughter, who watched the pair with a look that he couldn’t quite decipher, not with the distraction of Nakita. The mare mentioned news, and he had to reach to grasp at his mind. It was flying high, nearly out of reach; the drug of her scent was almost enough to tear apart his logic and send him into a helpless, endless frenzy of lust and love. “Yes,” he managed with a faint rasp in his voice. His brain grabbed desperately at some kind of knowledge, of sanity to pull him back to the present, out of the heady scent of his siren.

“Yes, I have news.” With a sigh of both reluctance and slight relief at finding his mind again, he untangled himself from his lover. With affection he regarded Nakita, and then with pride his daughter, who had creeped up on the pair without his knowledge. With a broad grin that rarely played across his face, he faced them both. “Aziz has fallen from power. The desert herd has dispersed and left; none remain.” The sweet taste of royalty laced his tongue, and he eyed both of his family members. With a deep bow towards his lover, he announced his great news. “Nakita, you are now wife to the King of the Sands.” When he rose, his eyes were shining with excitement and power. His muscles seemed to ripple, and the weariness he had shown earlier melted away. “And our lovely daughter, Juno, is now a princess of the desert.”

•••

The exchange between her parents was enough to make Juno feel like an outcast, but her pride would not let her show anything of the sort. She was a warrior, a strong and independent individual, even at the development of a yearling. She watched stoically, storing away the emotions that her parents showed towards each other. Someday she might need to use the memories, but as of yet the young filly did not see much use for such displays of affection. Except for when she was with her father of course. Her father was her idol, a symbol of strength and power that she longed to emulate.

At the talk of news, Juno’s ears pricked and her interested awakened. There was rarely news in the desert, and it was even more rare that she was allowed to hear about it. In fact, never in her short life had there been actual news that was able to reach her young mind. But now father had something to say, and she was to be privy. At first, she was confused as to why Angelus was bowing to her mother, but when he announced that he was king, her heart sped up to a frantic little beat. Her father...king? But then... Her heart nearly stopped with excitement when she heard the word “princess”. Her, Juno. A princess. No longer a mere speck on the horizon, but a future figurehead of the land. She imagined herself as a famous warrior princess, mated with a prince, or perhaps a younger son. The excitement proved too much for the young filly, and she squealed happily, jumping and leaping, kicking up sand with her small hooves. Princess Juno. She could live with that.

ooc: juno. is. adorable.
word count: 657
tag: nakita
muse: young and beautiful by lana del ray

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ooc: SOOOOOOO. I'm really excited to meet Regina and shes technically preggo now. IMMAGOPOSTANEWTHREAD. aight. :DDDDDDD