Moira's Demise

3

Moria

I sink into large claw foot bathtub. It's porcelain and white, like everything else is this forsaken mansion. That piece of shit god. Show him something special. I'll show him something special alright. I'll shove my special sword up his special ass and see how how he likes it. I sigh, my sigh morphing into a guttural groan, as I sink further into the water. It's warm and soothing against my aching muscles. My near death experience is catching up to me, fatiguing my body, dragging me down. It's a wonder I'm alive. Well, I guess I don't have to wonder. I know exactly who plucked me from the depths. I don't think I can kill him. But he doesn't seem to understand what he's asking. There's a knock at the door, before it creaks open. Youin stands at the foot of the tub.

"You must eat more than once a day, yes?" He inquires, his eyes raking my soap covered body. Rather than sexual his gaze seems curious. I don't think he's met a woman in real life. Hm...maybe it won't be so bad, this month. Just one month, and I can go back to my ship. Back to the open seas, wind in my hair, sails at my back, sun on my face. I close my eyes and inhale.

"Most people do," I begrudgingly respond. "Most people also knock before entering a bathroom. I'm naked in here."

My eyes are forced open by a soft touch. His fingers brush my collar bone, his hair dipping into the water. His gills are gone.

"I'm aware. You can't bathe clothed," he muses, as if I'm the idiot for suggesting he not walk in on me while I'm indisposed. His hand stroked my collar bone, tracing the skin, over and over. "Do you have something to tell me yet? Something special," he murmured impatiently, his thumb rubbing over my shoulder.

I shake my head. "Not yet. Why are you touching me?"

He lifts his face to mine, cocking his head. "Am I not supposed to? I want to. Let me."

I debate it in my mind for a moment. If I play along he'll probably me go faster: but I can't reconcile myself with caving under a man like that—under anyone.

"No."
He stares at me blankly. "No?"
"No," I repeat, readying myself for a fight.

Youin's face furrows in confusion. "You intend to deny me, a god?"

"Yes."
"Is this your something interesting?"

I shake my head. "No."

Youin blinks for a few moment, his gaze dragging to my chest and back to my face, and then he frowns, throwing a contemplative look at the marble floor. Finally, having come to conclusion, he stands.

"Alright. And I am also to knock, before I enter this room?"

"If I'm in it," I nod, watching him suspiciously as he strays toward the door his robe dragging behind him. His hair was wet. Why is it dry?

"Hm. And these are restrictions any woman would set," he asks, looking about the bathroom, as if he'd never actually been in it before. I guess gods don't shit. Go figure. Maybe it's why he's so uptight.

"I'd say so, yeah," I offer him a sarcastic smile.

Youin nods and turns around. "I see. Very interesting. How many times do you eat in a day? Surely no more than twice."

I sigh. Talk about living under a rock.

"Three times. Most people eat three times, Youin."

His brows raise. "Captain Moria?"

"Yes?"

He turns, and shakes his head. "Nothing. It would appear we're on a first name basis. Come to my chambers after your third meal. The lights will dim in the corridors and the attendants will return to the sea. Come to me, and tell me your special something."