Lost In Translation
Wasn't Atlantis a cool movie? I wonder about the lost empire from time to time. Were there ever a people whose civilization was swallowed by the sea? And if they didn't kill intruders on sight, could love really exist? Questions without answers, but we can try.
Lost In Translation
“Ki'da, I just needed help with one rune, and I'm sorry if it seemed more important than you!” Milo stressed over Queen Ki'dagakash's angry footsteps. His ego further deflated on impact as she stalked further away from him.
“Is all you want to use me like an encyclopedia, for explaining what you can’t understand?!” Turquoise sleeves flurried in her swift stride, and Ki'da eventually turned toward her husband of two weeks.
“Are we not more than that, Milo? I’m sick of pretending that there is no work to be done here, TOGETHER. If you do not care, why let me believe otherwise?”
Ki'dagakash was his soulmate beyond any reasonable doubt. Yet a desperate, scholarly desire resulted in an invisible force field around her whenever Milo tried to rectify the problem. She must think that they only got married for Atlantean linguistics and royal perks.
She crossed her arms dejectedly. “Why stay? Leave. Don’t return.”
Milo moved more quickly than he had ever imagined, until lips could brush her shoulder.
The Queen simply sighed and yelled in exasperation, “The gods help me, it's one mystery after another.”
“Say it again, Ki'da.”
“Why stay here?” she clarified softly.
“The part about more than that, baby,”
She glared at him, light crystalline eyes like spears in the fading sun. "I am not a baby!" were her snappish words. "How dare you!"
Ki'dagakash slightly settled when Milo clutched her bare waist (and grew an erection). It would take every iota of determination and eloquence to convince his wondrous wife that she mattered.
“It's what we call our lovers, our umm, partners up there. 'You're my baby'.”
“Oh, I didn't know...it confuses, but pleases me,” her voice wavered affectionately. Did he call other women this? She hesitated to ask.
“I just want to love you. Let me, please. I'm yours, if you would still have me and some faith. Ki'dagakash Nedakh, please listen to me,” he begged in deep, regretful tones.
She tilted her head and bawked, clearly in awe of her full name. “Excuse me, King Milo Thatch?”
“I want to tell you something, long overdue. Listen.”
“Is it another—“ Ki'da interrupted impatiently.
“Will you listen, please? You don’t know what I have to say. It’s a lot to confess, just LISTEN, please.”
It was the first time he had ever gotten short with her, and lover immediately took notice. The ancient wall-torches intermittently illuminated stormy eyes which left her in dire straits. Milo's broad shoulders fell in a deep breath, and he stepped closer once again. An obsessive man about all he loved.
“Will you listen?” he tested after a silent beat. Ki’da clasped her hands serenely.
“Yes, 'baby'. What do you wish to tell me?”
Milo could have burrowed into the marbled floor with his downward gaze. A flush overcame paler skin. Ki'da was coy too. And was it because she anticipated more, was frustrated in other ways?
“We are more than that. You are to me. I‘m here not just because of Atlantis, but because of you.”
Milo finally exchanged looks again, and he continued softly, “You are why I didn’t want to return to the surface. You saved me and I fell in love. It’s simple. I couldn’t forget you. Nothing up there could ever make me, Ki'da. No money on Earth would give me joy like this.”
Ki'da was absolutely adrift in her mind. She may have blinked a thousand times before a ‘Huh’ escaped her. Was that a queenly response? Certainly not. Neither was her faltering step. Hearts mended and perhaps this began the process. Milo bewildered her so.
“Ki'da, I’m here for you,” he whispered as their bodies met intimately. Lips met royal sapphire on her wedding ring then meandered over fragrant earlobe. “You’re not some treasure trove of knowledge to open and close. Atlantis…you all didn’t need me. They needed you. But not in the way I do.”
She nodded shakily and squeezed his arm across her stomach. Large, lustful hands explored Ki'da's toned body, roaming thighs and pelvic valleys while his scruffy cheek met coarse white locs. The Queen cherished his touch like it were the last.
“Y-you feel so good,” Milo stammered. “Is this all right, touching this much?”
She hushed him and he shyly agreed as they rocked as one together, standing near their bed. Chin rested upon her pensive head.
“You do care. So why do you act so distant…? Do I so unnerve you?” Ki'da wondered aloud to Milo.
“Actually, yes,” the nervous timbre of his voice became much clearer. “The more I cared, the tougher it was to be near. Of course, me being me. I didn’t notice how you felt the opposite. I didn’t listen to you.”
Ki'da suddenly regretted her approach. She should be more assertive as queen.
“I thought that, perhaps you only viewed me as this, but not as your partner. Someone to share life with. I thought that I was mistaken to have feelings.”
“No, no, Ki'da,” he murmured against her neck. His fingers traced shoulders and cradled them. “God, you amaze me. Stop driving me crazy.”
She purred softly, and Milo‘s lips brushed her neck for a second. He relished the contentment.
“Since the beginning, we’ve never needed words to understand one another. You made four seconds last forever.”
He stroked the rain-soaked strands beneath his nose and inhaled plumeria and ocean, that melted him completely.
“Of course I recall,” Ki'da said. “Haha, you barely moved your eyes away from mine.”
Husband kissed her head and spun his wife gently.
“And how handsome you were,” she added. Her eyes held a beautiful, quite mischievous glint. A year brought them here.
Milo laughed sheepishly. “Hardly that, I looked like what the cat dragged in. You looked beautiful. Like a goddess from another time.”
“Oh, Milo, you just hit your head. And a cat?” she mused curiously.
Those were fairy tales for this subterranean world. “A furry, four-legged…Ki'da, you’re so wrong about what I want.”
He locked his arms around her midriff with a meaningful moan. “What I’ve wanted from you.”
“Which is?” she whispered between squeals as Milo’s embrace grew tighter, rougher. He sensually bit her collarbone.
“To know you. To love you,” he assured sweet Ki'dagakash. “As much as I can, and for as long as I can. Moh karod kagin.”
She almost collapsed at the sudden weakness in her knees, but he only held her closer. “MILO!”
“You’ve been so patient and me, so dense. I hurt you and I didn’t mean to,” Milo apologized.
Ki'da slid her hands into his hair and buried herself within his arms. “I don’t know why I waited.”
“Perhaps because you thought I would come around to my senses. I’m glad for both.”
It might have been the spur of the moment, welling excitement or a boldness she could never suppress. But Ki'da had to know.
“Milo?” she ventured. He lifted his head as she sifted through the short, brown locks.
“Yes, Ki'da?” His stare was so passionate and shrewd, burning through her defenses.
“Is that all you want?” She held his eyes for so long, too long. Eons might have transpired before he moved, yet it was with swiftness that Ki'da's mouth was softly covered with hungry lips.
She trailed fingertips down his chest and rubbed it tenderly. He smiled, continuing to savor her.
“Ki'da,” Milo managed between their entanglement. “I want more.”
Ki'da ceased to kiss him, and he regarded her with dazed eyes and glasses askew. She giggled.
He loosened his grip on her snow-white tresses but moved his thumb over plump lower lip. Milo's other hand was in a bolder place, about to reach her lower back.
“I have to tell you that the desire for more is mutual,” Ki’da declared.
Milo smiled, no shyness to be found. He understood her perfectly.
“That’s all that requires saying,” Ki'da's husband flirted.
“Never needed words, do we?” she echoed him.
She gasped as that hand brought their chests together, and swept farther until resting upon her rear.
“Kwam solesh.”
And grabbed far more roughly than Ki'da expected. The thrill was so enticing that tingles went off throughout her body.
Milo leaned his forehead against hers, humming deeply. “Now or…?”
“Would you rather wait until a more ‘convenient’ time?” She used the quotation marks that surface-residents did when being sarcastic His lips sought hers again for a quick reminder. One kiss became two, two became five, and soon Milo had forgotten to answer as they tumbled onto her ornate bed.
Lost In Translation
“Ki'da, I just needed help with one rune, and I'm sorry if it seemed more important than you!” Milo stressed over Queen Ki'dagakash's angry footsteps. His ego further deflated on impact as she stalked further away from him.
“Is all you want to use me like an encyclopedia, for explaining what you can’t understand?!” Turquoise sleeves flurried in her swift stride, and Ki'da eventually turned toward her husband of two weeks.
“Are we not more than that, Milo? I’m sick of pretending that there is no work to be done here, TOGETHER. If you do not care, why let me believe otherwise?”
Ki'dagakash was his soulmate beyond any reasonable doubt. Yet a desperate, scholarly desire resulted in an invisible force field around her whenever Milo tried to rectify the problem. She must think that they only got married for Atlantean linguistics and royal perks.
She crossed her arms dejectedly. “Why stay? Leave. Don’t return.”
Milo moved more quickly than he had ever imagined, until lips could brush her shoulder.
The Queen simply sighed and yelled in exasperation, “The gods help me, it's one mystery after another.”
“Say it again, Ki'da.”
“Why stay here?” she clarified softly.
“The part about more than that, baby,”
She glared at him, light crystalline eyes like spears in the fading sun. "I am not a baby!" were her snappish words. "How dare you!"
Ki'dagakash slightly settled when Milo clutched her bare waist (and grew an erection). It would take every iota of determination and eloquence to convince his wondrous wife that she mattered.
“It's what we call our lovers, our umm, partners up there. 'You're my baby'.”
“Oh, I didn't know...it confuses, but pleases me,” her voice wavered affectionately. Did he call other women this? She hesitated to ask.
“I just want to love you. Let me, please. I'm yours, if you would still have me and some faith. Ki'dagakash Nedakh, please listen to me,” he begged in deep, regretful tones.
She tilted her head and bawked, clearly in awe of her full name. “Excuse me, King Milo Thatch?”
“I want to tell you something, long overdue. Listen.”
“Is it another—“ Ki'da interrupted impatiently.
“Will you listen, please? You don’t know what I have to say. It’s a lot to confess, just LISTEN, please.”
It was the first time he had ever gotten short with her, and lover immediately took notice. The ancient wall-torches intermittently illuminated stormy eyes which left her in dire straits. Milo's broad shoulders fell in a deep breath, and he stepped closer once again. An obsessive man about all he loved.
“Will you listen?” he tested after a silent beat. Ki’da clasped her hands serenely.
“Yes, 'baby'. What do you wish to tell me?”
Milo could have burrowed into the marbled floor with his downward gaze. A flush overcame paler skin. Ki'da was coy too. And was it because she anticipated more, was frustrated in other ways?
“We are more than that. You are to me. I‘m here not just because of Atlantis, but because of you.”
Milo finally exchanged looks again, and he continued softly, “You are why I didn’t want to return to the surface. You saved me and I fell in love. It’s simple. I couldn’t forget you. Nothing up there could ever make me, Ki'da. No money on Earth would give me joy like this.”
Ki'da was absolutely adrift in her mind. She may have blinked a thousand times before a ‘Huh’ escaped her. Was that a queenly response? Certainly not. Neither was her faltering step. Hearts mended and perhaps this began the process. Milo bewildered her so.
“Ki'da, I’m here for you,” he whispered as their bodies met intimately. Lips met royal sapphire on her wedding ring then meandered over fragrant earlobe. “You’re not some treasure trove of knowledge to open and close. Atlantis…you all didn’t need me. They needed you. But not in the way I do.”
She nodded shakily and squeezed his arm across her stomach. Large, lustful hands explored Ki'da's toned body, roaming thighs and pelvic valleys while his scruffy cheek met coarse white locs. The Queen cherished his touch like it were the last.
“Y-you feel so good,” Milo stammered. “Is this all right, touching this much?”
She hushed him and he shyly agreed as they rocked as one together, standing near their bed. Chin rested upon her pensive head.
“You do care. So why do you act so distant…? Do I so unnerve you?” Ki'da wondered aloud to Milo.
“Actually, yes,” the nervous timbre of his voice became much clearer. “The more I cared, the tougher it was to be near. Of course, me being me. I didn’t notice how you felt the opposite. I didn’t listen to you.”
Ki'da suddenly regretted her approach. She should be more assertive as queen.
“I thought that, perhaps you only viewed me as this, but not as your partner. Someone to share life with. I thought that I was mistaken to have feelings.”
“No, no, Ki'da,” he murmured against her neck. His fingers traced shoulders and cradled them. “God, you amaze me. Stop driving me crazy.”
She purred softly, and Milo‘s lips brushed her neck for a second. He relished the contentment.
“Since the beginning, we’ve never needed words to understand one another. You made four seconds last forever.”
He stroked the rain-soaked strands beneath his nose and inhaled plumeria and ocean, that melted him completely.
“Of course I recall,” Ki'da said. “Haha, you barely moved your eyes away from mine.”
Husband kissed her head and spun his wife gently.
“And how handsome you were,” she added. Her eyes held a beautiful, quite mischievous glint. A year brought them here.
Milo laughed sheepishly. “Hardly that, I looked like what the cat dragged in. You looked beautiful. Like a goddess from another time.”
“Oh, Milo, you just hit your head. And a cat?” she mused curiously.
Those were fairy tales for this subterranean world. “A furry, four-legged…Ki'da, you’re so wrong about what I want.”
He locked his arms around her midriff with a meaningful moan. “What I’ve wanted from you.”
“Which is?” she whispered between squeals as Milo’s embrace grew tighter, rougher. He sensually bit her collarbone.
“To know you. To love you,” he assured sweet Ki'dagakash. “As much as I can, and for as long as I can. Moh karod kagin.”
She almost collapsed at the sudden weakness in her knees, but he only held her closer. “MILO!”
“You’ve been so patient and me, so dense. I hurt you and I didn’t mean to,” Milo apologized.
Ki'da slid her hands into his hair and buried herself within his arms. “I don’t know why I waited.”
“Perhaps because you thought I would come around to my senses. I’m glad for both.”
It might have been the spur of the moment, welling excitement or a boldness she could never suppress. But Ki'da had to know.
“Milo?” she ventured. He lifted his head as she sifted through the short, brown locks.
“Yes, Ki'da?” His stare was so passionate and shrewd, burning through her defenses.
“Is that all you want?” She held his eyes for so long, too long. Eons might have transpired before he moved, yet it was with swiftness that Ki'da's mouth was softly covered with hungry lips.
She trailed fingertips down his chest and rubbed it tenderly. He smiled, continuing to savor her.
“Ki'da,” Milo managed between their entanglement. “I want more.”
Ki'da ceased to kiss him, and he regarded her with dazed eyes and glasses askew. She giggled.
He loosened his grip on her snow-white tresses but moved his thumb over plump lower lip. Milo's other hand was in a bolder place, about to reach her lower back.
“I have to tell you that the desire for more is mutual,” Ki’da declared.
Milo smiled, no shyness to be found. He understood her perfectly.
“That’s all that requires saying,” Ki'da's husband flirted.
“Never needed words, do we?” she echoed him.
She gasped as that hand brought their chests together, and swept farther until resting upon her rear.
“Kwam solesh.”
And grabbed far more roughly than Ki'da expected. The thrill was so enticing that tingles went off throughout her body.
Milo leaned his forehead against hers, humming deeply. “Now or…?”
“Would you rather wait until a more ‘convenient’ time?” She used the quotation marks that surface-residents did when being sarcastic His lips sought hers again for a quick reminder. One kiss became two, two became five, and soon Milo had forgotten to answer as they tumbled onto her ornate bed.
2 years ago