Chronicles of Caesar
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About Chronicles of Caesar
If the voices that run through Zariyah's mind, could have their way, she would not be in Caesar's bedroom, on the cusp of yet another leg of an indescribable journey.
Though this night, had only begun 3 hours ago, the journey seems to have begun 3 life times ago. These two souls, that at times seem to exist on two opposite poles on the emotional spectrum, appear to not have a choice in the decision to eternally be drawn together, independent of the intention of the stars and moon.
The smell of Caesar's signature scent; Jean Paul Gaultier fills the air and in the same instance as his presence; takes control of the area that it occupies. The scent is dominant, refined, subtle, sweet, pungent; but soulfully courteous. If the description of the scent that fills the air, sounds oxymoronically complicated but, irresistibly mysterious enough to delve deeper; then that also describes Caesar.
If there were anyone in the world, who would be qualified to "describe" Caesar, it would have to be Zariyah. As much as anyone, could be allowed access to Caesar's vault, known as "him", it has been her. The rest of the world was "allowed" to see the portions of Caesar, that would not allow for them to feel comfortable with rationally believing that being an opponent on any level was/is a good idea. Zariyah has someone been able to fly close to the sun and not be burned.
That's not to say that she has not felt the heat, that's not to say that she hasn't been uncomfortably hot before... but she has survived, where others have been burned beyond recognition. Several times, the heat has penetrated her soul and the burning sensation has crawled down her throat, crawled down the interior surface of her chest, and wrapped around her heart and refused to let go.
The voices that now play in her mind, are screaming, and their concern are based in the past. Certainly some of the pain is derived from feeling something that seems to dwarf any known feeling for another human being...but... it's also coupled with Caesar's unrealistic ability to look inside of Zariyah's soul... see all of the aspects that she is and still.... understand... approve ... cultivate... stimulate... and intrigue her entirety. He has the ability to kiss the forehead of her spirit and hug her soul; while dominating her mind and controlling her without physical control.
And now, here she is standing on the island of relaxation; with Caesar standing in front of her and yet again looking into her eyes and walking through her entire being...
Zariyah takes two steps forward, and into his open arms, and whispers:
"Fuck it..."
