Time Throws Fire
by Ophelia Everfall
Part One | Redux Eterna
Part Two | Polymath Blues
Part Three | The Feather
Part Four | Wizard
Content Warning: This is only a story.
Chapter Nine
Rory had just shown up and saved Echo’s life from the worry she’d never see them again. Everything was different now. There’d been a change in that time they were gone which they’d not opened up about. It didn’t matter to Echo that they provide any explanation.
She’d been feeling them more and more of late in the time leading up to their re-appearance. The constant sensations she’d have of the one which her heart knew as its own—her soul mate—was a feeling Echo would not have trouble picking out over the masses. For a longest time she’d mistaken so many as the one she sought for return. Thier absence had been a hardest one.
They’d come to her door and knocked. It was a most beautiful thing to see their smile and hold them. The hug healed Echo.
The fact Rory took them how she had wouldn’t have ever been expected. That force of passion held within from their absence was an immersive experience to indulge in for the woman long seeking her equal. They’d expressed the same lack of care to their sensibilities of affection in that time, some great distain for the distance thrust upon them by fate and an intent to make it right.
Rory was different, but they seemed to be finding themself again in presence before Echo. They seemed to be realizing their absence a mistake in some quickest instant of cosmic realization. It was only obstructed by their silence. They’d come to see her with an immediacy she’d not understood, and would prove puzzling in retrospect.
“What the hell was I thinking?” Was all they’d say.
Echo wanted to know everything as they took her to the bedroom. Rory wanted to be held to her chest. She’d loved nothing more than sensing their own relief in being back upon her healing bosom—speaking of the way their shared feelings were unmatched in any other space—a sentiment long cast into the ether by this great love awaiting their return.
This was a rejoining beyond that of healing reconciliation. This was their destiny, and one of universal importance. Two people reborn. They were soul mates rediscovering who they were to each other through raw emotional lust.
Slipping into them with her womanhood was a heaven Echo long begged to feel once more. The way they’d taken her back—wrecked her from behind—ripped her hair and made her scream was something beyond the pale of reason. Echo had been sending transmissions into the dark and they were heard. Some had found home in that timeless space in which they resided, and Rory made the decision to come back and make right what had been put off for too long, give her the thing she wanted most. This was what they’d been made to do; love each other.
Kissing her lips, taking them apart and jutting her tongue inside that heavenly chamber of lusciousness, feeling them erupt upon her over and over, finally hearing the words she’d always wanted from them, “I love you so much.”
Echo brought them to the brink over and over, holding them off at the edge, letting them go in fullest form. It was the best afternoon of her life. They’d disappeared soon after—speaking in codes and secrets—needing time to return to that place beyond which they’d slipped. They found some home out there in the distance for these people and returned for Echo to know of her place there beside. Rory wanted to make her their wife.
