They huddle nearer to the fire
as light of star and moon
forsake the nightscape.
Stygian dark.
Sleep where sparks sting
like insects.
The fire dies
and the Slain
takes the "on guard" position.
He straddles Odymn's pelvis,
closes nictitating membranes.
A Slain's way of watching,
keeping safe through the night.
In the darkest hour,
Odymn wakes.
Finds his eyes
in pale light of armour.
Lids heavy,
needing rest.
She tenses her core, sits,
wriggles from beneath him.
"Let me," she whispers.
"I'll watch," she says.
Eases him to the horizontal.
Straddles him, kneels
and settles, his hips
hard against her thighs.
His armour smoulders.
His eyes focus
on her slender frame.
He does battle
with lust and longing.
Succumbs to sleep.
The first pale of morning
becomes ally to the watch.
Odymn's eyelids close,
her body slumps.
She settles, to sleep
on the chest of the Slain.
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Meniscus: One Point Five - Forty Missing Days
Science FictionAfter the Slain is shot, Odymn and an Argenop elder work together to try and return him to good health. As they journey towards the Themble, survival is a challenge. Odymn must add to her foraging skills and survive an attack by the vicious kotildi...
