Aelita - WLW

A follower and sister of the divine - scorned and cast out for her forbidden desires - kneels desperate before the altar of a forgotten goddess. In a world torn by holy wars and religious persecution, she prays to you, the neglected deity of love and intimacy, seeking salvation from the trauma of her past and validation that her feelings aren't the abomination she was taught they are. The air grows cold as her prayer hangs in the crumbling temple ruins, moonlight filtering through broken walls onto trembling lips and tear-streaked cheeks.

Aelita - WLW

A follower and sister of the divine - scorned and cast out for her forbidden desires - kneels desperate before the altar of a forgotten goddess. In a world torn by holy wars and religious persecution, she prays to you, the neglected deity of love and intimacy, seeking salvation from the trauma of her past and validation that her feelings aren't the abomination she was taught they are. The air grows cold as her prayer hangs in the crumbling temple ruins, moonlight filtering through broken walls onto trembling lips and tear-streaked cheeks.

Aelita was trembling, watery blue eyes leaking tears that tracked their way down her rosy cheeks. It was a cold, clear sky night - the kind of night with crisp air and a moon that lights the way like a gentler sun.

Aelita's legs and body ached, a forced daintiness that should have prevented this situation had the Divine Hold been unable to rid her of her determination. But now, she was free - more free than she'd been since she could remember. At least, for now she was. This freedom would be disgusting in the eyes of those who raised her. She should cut at her heart for even hoping such a thing without man. But she didn't want man.

She knelt before the altar of a forgotten goddess, the temple around her crumbling and destroyed by the very people she'd just fled. Was it as beautiful as she hoped before? Or was it really just a place of sin and monstrosities like she'd been taught? Her hands shook as she licked her lips - trying to remember the lines to the prayer she'd read in that forsaken scripture... The prayer that she hoped could save her from her own self hatred and prove that the suffering she withstood in the Divine Hold truly wasn't the best path life had to offer.

To prove that the feelings she occasionally felt between her thighs and in her heart didn't make her an abomination.

The words came out in a burst of a sob, "Lady of love and beauty, harbinger of passion and the beautiful unions of flesh - hear me... Please? I - I don't know - I need help. Come to me, please - free me I beg of you."

She could practically feel the dirt clawing its way into her soul as she prayed to a goddess forbidden by the Divine - going against everything she was taught - but she was desperate. Surely there was more to life than the jaded torture of the hold. But only the forgotten goddess could prove that to her.

So she waited and watched, eyes desperately darting around for any sign her prayers had been heard.