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He Loves Her
Donald Doyle was a peculiar man, no doubt about it– it was his enemy that he loved, for fucks sake. The hickory colored skinned and curly, pecan haired female was captivating him in some sort of trance that made the poor blonde so infuriated with himself. Why did it have to be Vanessa Kimball, out of all women?
It started as a fling; things only happening in the darkness of their quarters and for them to forget what happened until they wanted it again. It wasn’t hard for the generals to keep up with themselves afterwards. They would dress themselves and leave, never uttering a word to the other until the morning when they fought about god knows what.
It was the next day– a Sunday, to be exact– when Doyle approached Kimball.
Her head raised as he walked up to her, a hint of nervousness in his step. Some of the soldiers who were moving packages of ammo and guns stopped their working. Once Doyle reached the other general, she stood up to meet his eyes. They were about the same height (Maybe Doyle was a little shorter, but only by a few centimeters) and they each were a perfect level for eye contact.
Cold sweat glistened on his furrowed brow. With hands clasped tightly in front of his stomach he constantly fiddled with his knuckles, weaving his fingers in and out of each other. Though he couldn’t tell, a worried expression had wiped across the females face as she cocked her head to the side in a questioning-like manner. Doyle let out a small, weak chuckle before he reached his shaking hands out to unclasp the clip of her helmet. He carefully pulled her tan and cobalt helmet from her head and let it fall to the floor with a clank.
Kimball began to object, but he only shushed her. He could see the scowl that was painted delicately across her rigid features as he did so, but it made him fill up with a strange peacefulness rather than the fear it used to. He distantly noticed the soldiers from both of their armies chattering softly upon each other, but he ignored their curious whispers and stares and focused on her.
Her.
Doyle removed his own helmet and dropped it to the floor, the thud it makes not scaring him one bit. Across his freckled face, anybody could see the little bits of sweat building up.
“Doyle, what the hell are you–”
“Shh.“ He hushed her before moving his finger and pressing his hand against her cheek, giving him more support to push himself towards her. Doyle’s lips were firm against Kimball’s, but the kiss remained soft, gentle, and slow. They held it for a few seconds before their lips began to move in perfect sync, slowly, and cautiously. He exhaled through his nose, not wanting to let go. Doyle’s entire body had been taken over by the overwhelming feeling of relief, combined with eccentric panic. Wolf-whistles and cheers were shouted through the small crowds of soldiers they had. He moved his hand from her cheek to the back of her head, his fingers tangling in Kimball’s short, dark hair.
He didn’t want their ‘thing’ to be a fling anymore. He wanted to be able to whisper her name into her ear and to look at her in the eye when they were in the bedroom. He wanted to hold her hand and listen to her rant about how she wanted her soldiers to make it out alive. He wanted to be with her and to make her happy, because god damn, Doyle loved Kimball, no matter how cliche and dumb it sounded.
The two had never known what true love was until that cold morning in the mess-hall. Doyle had been brought up in a war, but he had known kindness, even though the negative influences in his life had outweighed the good. Kimball was a young woman, and was left to become a soldier by force. She knew anger, betrayal, and sadness. But, for some reason, it made sense that the two were in love. Kimball was the dark side of the moon white Doyle was the sun that lit up the side everybody knew.
As the two pulled from the kiss, staring into each others eyes with red cheeks and heavy breaths, they knew that’s what they’d want to be. Despite their differences, Kimball and Doyle were like two puzzle pieces that only fit one another, and they had no problem with that.
Lesson in strength
1.
He was a coward, plain and simple. If she had a dollar for every time he’s fainted due to a mix of nerves and stress, she could rebuild Chorus all by herself. How he’s survived the fighting for so long Kimbal had no idea.
“You need to smarten up, Doyle.” She hissed, stalking off.
2.
He knew he sucked as a leader. He even told the reds and blues himself. At Armonia he was fully prepared to exchange his life to buy Kimbal and the others more time. This was all he could do.
He wasn’t a fighter like Kimbal. He was a secretary for crying out loud! But he could at least do this. For his people- their people- if this is all he can do to be useful so be it.
3.
She nearly discovered his strength too late. Had they missed the small corner where he was hidden…Kimbal shook her head. She didn’t want to think about that. About what she would have done if she left him behind.
All their arguments and spats flash in her vision as she watched Doyle greedily inhale clean oxygen. The air filter in his helmet stopped functioning.
He wasn’t as big of a coward as she initially thought. Now that she thinks about it…..
“You just wanted peace too, huh?”
She gave his hand a light sqeeze. Her heart nearly stopped when she felt a weak squeeze back.
4.
A decades passed since the rebuilding of Armonia. He still thinks he’s a coward. Doyle is still prone to fainting spells and still does not do well with violent confrontation. But that’s what Kimbal was for.
He doesn’t know how or why, nor will he question his good fortune. The woman he admired, respected, the women who had the courage to spit at death and kick dirt at it, she chose him.
Not one of the older Privates. Not one of her advisors. Him. And never in his life has he felt such bliss, standing by her side and watching the woman he loves lead their nation in prosperity.
However, no matter how much Kimbal claimed he was enough for her, Doyle still wished he possessed a fraction of her strength.
5.
“Kimbal! Over there!”
It was their first day off in ages. The leaders of Chorus decided to spend it exploring the newly built Armonia, walking hand in hand with one another. Turning to where her husband- man did it feel good to finally call him that- she saw a deranged looking woman threating a group of pre-teens with what looked to be a knife. Kimbal was about to call out to them when Doyle beat her to it.
He quickly left her side and rushed over to the kids, putting himself between the woman and the children.
“Doyle what are you doing!?”
“Vanessa, get these kids to a safe place. I’ll attempt to reason with this woman.”
Kimbal blinked. This was the man who constantly thought of himself as a coward. The man who would flinch at his own shadow. The man who-
“Vanessa!” Doyle barked
She snapped out of her thoughts and was quick to join her husband.
“I’ll do the reasoning. Get the kids out if here.”
“But-”
“Go.”
Once the kids and Doyle were out of sight she faced the woman. It didn’t take long to disarm her.
6.
“You’re pretty brave, you know that?”
“But compared to you-”
“Doyle, shut up and let me shower you with affection.”
A laugh. The sound warmed her to her core. She tightens her arms around him. She feels him lay his hands ontop of hers.
“Thank you, Vanessa.”
“For what?”
“For making me brave.”
Amphitrite
- Sea salt
- Sea Shells
- Coral or sea plants (fake)
- Pictures of sea life or
- Aquarium (if you’re good at taking care of fish)
- Dolphins
- Shrimp, lobsters, crab, clams
- Beach Sand
- Sea Glass or Drift Wood
- Salt Water (Ocean water)
- Candles (blue, green, teal, white, black)
Artemis
- Deer
- Bow
- Arrows
- Bears
- Leather cord or pelts
- Picture/ painting of Orion constellation
- Photos of forest/wilderness
- Antlers
- Animal bones
- Leaves or rocks from woods
- Partridge, Quails, Herons
- Cypress
- Palm
- Jerky
- Spring water
- Candles (Brown, green, beige)
Demeter
- Grain
- Bread
- Pigs
- Snakes
- Corn
- Wheat
- Sickle
- Gardening Calendar
- Soil from garden
- Corn dollies
- Cornucopia
- Candles (Brown, beige, green, yellow)
Hera
- Peacock feathers
- Wedding souvenirs
- Copy of marriage vows
- Septre
- Cows
- Lions
- Diadem
- Lotus
- Lily
- Hawks
- Cuckoo Bird
- Pomegranate/ Figs/ Oranges
- Constellation map
- Ivory
- Gold
- Candles (white, gold, blue, teal, green)
Altar Ideas
Amphitrite - Aphrodite - Apollo - Ares - Artemis - Asteria - Athena - Demeter - Dionysus - Hades - Hebe - Hekate - Hemera - Hephaestus - Hera - Hermes - Hestia - Khione - Nyx - Persephone - Poseidon - Selene - Zeus
Altar Ideas
Apollo
- Bay leaves
- Laurel
- Hyacinth (Candle or flowers)
- Lyre/Any musical instrument
- Poetry book
- Concert Tickets
- Arrows
- Medicine
- Swans/Ravens/Pythons
- Runes or other divination tools
- Printed Lyrics
- Olive oil
- Cypress wood (possible scented candle)
- Ipod when not in use
- Candles (yellow, white, green)
-Sheet music
-Wolves
