mind and photo session I

I cannot not love him.

The way my body reacts to the mere presence of him, is undeniable. I urge to be closer to him. The way my heart beats when he's with me, the way it races when he's touching me, when I can touch him.. it's addictive. He is what I can never get enough of. The way he leans his head to the side, to answer my kiss in his intoxicant manner. The feeling of pressing my chest to him, embracing him with every part of my body possible, with every part of my soul imaginable. It's what I live for.

I can just stare at him. I can just love him more with every second, with every breath he makes. The way he's giving in to me, the way he's surrendering himself to me, it's making me feel loved. But he knows, I've long ago commited myself completely to him. When we look at us like that, surrendered and drunk from ourselves, sometimes he tips his head to the side, and the way his jaw connects to his ear, in a line that continues, goes down, past his beautiful, silky blond hair and back to his nape, there's nothing I can do, but stare at him. And love him, with all I've got.

My favourite sight of him, is the way his face looks when we part from a kiss. I know he wants it forever, I know he's wondering, from time to time, if it's possible to love more than we already do. Like I wonder, too. I love the observing look in his eyes. I love the way his fair, golden hair glides down the side of his face, in it's perfect manner, even after such a kiss.. I love his jade green eyes connecting to mine. I love his little snub nose, and every breath it makes. What I most love about him right then, are his lips. The way he lets them open, as if to show me that my lips and my tongue are about to enter them again. The way his lips are curved, their fullness and their taste, the little hint of a smile at their edge. He's driving me insane.

So I kiss him again. And I will kiss him again, every time he lets me. I kiss every part of his face I can think of. While our lips are entangled, I breathe him in while I can. I breathe the delicate scent of his breath, I take the scent of his skin in, I want to memorize the smell of him, I want to be part of his perfection, I want to be a part of him, so I would be where he is, wherever he is, forever. I don't care what's around us, when we're like this. The world could end, but if I'm still with him, I wouldn't bother.

I know, he's too beautiful to be real. But I don't want to think about something like this. I can't even think at all, when he looks at me like he does now. I try to grasp his presence, I try to make him mine for as long as there's existence. I touch him, and something inside me knows, that I should value it, because it's more precious than I can know right then.

And all I can do, is stare at him..

..and love him. Love him more. And take his love in return.

"I just.. love you."

the mort chronicles part III

It was difficult, but they managed to find their way back to some sort of normality. James and Liam graduated, Naz just started going to high school, and little Liz grew up to a charming little Lady. The house hasn't lost life, even though their parents are gone.

Secretly, and only in the familiarity of their dark, shared room, James and Liam gave in to every feeling they've been holding back for a long time. Giving in to lust but, more importantly, giving in to this love, that couldn't be restrained anymore. After a while, they didn't even care anymore if their siblings found out. They should be able to live with it, if they wanted to continue live with the two of them at all. They never stopped being brothers. They never stopped having even a certain parental care for each other. They weren't just 'lovers'. They were the embodiments of the ultimate unified love itself, crossing all and every line there is to cross.

Elizabeth grew up accustomed to her brothers' unusual relationship, she didn't think too much about it. When she talked openly about it to Naz, he seemed worried that it would affect her and have a bad influence on her. He decided to go talk to James about it.


But of course, he wouldn't find James alone for a minute. James was always where Liam was, and vice versa. They were sitting downstairs in the lounge, entwined around each other, not saying a word as Nazareth came in the room. They were only looking at each other, faces so close and from time to time one of them would just touch the other's lips with his own, mostly it was James it seemed, but then, as soon as he let go, Liam was craving back for the touch. Even though they weren't alone, they didn't notice Nazareth coming into the room at all. Nazareth himself couldn't help but stare at the togetherness of the two. The intimacy was literally overwhelming, and he soon forgot his plans about telling them to stop their behaviour. How could he ever banish this?
Then Lizzy entered the room, and they all four sat down, face to face with each other. James and Liam seemed at ease with everything, maybe still in their own bubble, but this time they at least reacted to their environment. However, Naz was still worried about his sister, but she was okay with it, for her it was normal.

This is, what we call, the quite before the storm.

the mort chronicles part II

It was a fun and happy time at the Mort's home during these years. James and Liam were growing up wonderfully, they shared a strong bond, even if their very little brother Nazareth II was being left out most of the time, he was still too young to understand it really. No one knew, how strong the bond between James and Liam really and truly was, even at that time..


Then happened, what no one expected. Flora got pregnant for a forth time, and even the doctor's seemed positive, that it would be a little girl this time. Flora's sons were growing up fastly, there would be quite some difference in age between them and their little sister, except for Nazareth II, he'll be closer to his sister than to his brothers, since James and Liam always kept to themselves.



During a cold winter's night, 'Elizabeth' was finally born. The last child and only daughter of Flora and Nazareth Mort. Pampered and loved by everyone, it seemed that she would have a sheltered childhood.
James and Liam were allowed to share a room. Flora and Naz didn't think it would be awkward or wrong to let them enjoy their unique bond as brothers, even though they knew they were sleeping in the same bed, they never thought of it in a seriously romantic way. The truth was, the relationship between James and Liam was serious and romantic, even if not sexual yet, the tension and the sparks between them were inevitable.


Then happened something, that would change the lives of the Mort's forever. Nazareth and Flora were caught in a fire during a journey abroad, and couldn't be saved on time. They died in this fire, both at a too young age, leaving behind their four children to live on their own.

The police came by to tell them the terrible news. James and Liam were still teenagers, Nazareth II was barely ten years old and little Elizabeth was two. At this point, no one really knew, if they would be able to make it through this hard time, to survive, and to stay together as a family, for they are all that's left to each other.

the mort chronicles part I

Flora and Nazareth Mort were a newly married couple who moved to Sunset Valley, to start a completely new life together. Earlier they've both been living in another town, but they've run away together, because of an old family feud that was impeding their love, needless to say them marrying each other. Flora's one of the descendants of the ancient Sylvan family, whose history tells the story of an old, beginningless feud against the Mort family. And now, that the line was crossed, they had to escape their old life, and they moved to an old, abandoned mansion in Sunset Valley.

Soon after, their first son was born. They named him 'James'. He was the mirror image of his father, but had the typical, faintly verdant skin of a Sylvan. With the birth of James, happy times were brought to this old house. A child's innocent spirit does miracles to even the darkest of places.
Shortly after, their second son 'Liam' was born. One could say, he was the exact opposite of his brother. He had the same green eyes and fair hair like Flora, but got his father's azure skintone. James dearly loved his little brother and tried to protect him from every possible danger, even though both of them were still so little.

Flora gave birth to her third child, only one year later. He was an exact replica of his father's, only his green eyes could tell he was Flora's son too. They named him 'Nazareth II'. Though, Flora was desperately wishing for a little girl, but it seemed like she wasn't meant to have her will at this.

the seal..

Sienna didn't say a word about what she knew, but everyone noticed that she suddenly seemed happier than before. Talis was growing up fastly, and he had just started going to high school, when Sienna's pregnancy was showing off slightly (on the picture it's Talis and Tristan.)

Everyone wondered about Sienna, but she seemed happy and no one wanted to make her miserable again, so they didn't ask her about anything. Diego was still trying to think positively, he was truly trying to convince himself that she'd found a new love, and that the child was not Samuel's. He didn't know much about her private life, since she never really talked to him. So he wanted to ask her straight out, what was going on, and who the father was. He knew, if she told him it was Sam, that they'd been seeing each other even after he forbid them this relationship.

The "showdown" took place in the children's room, it was pure coincidence: Talis was playing chess again, that boy was a true genius, and Sam had just wanted to bring Tristan to bed. Sienna has been watching Sam and Tristan play before. Then Diego came in.
"Sienna, you have truly no right to keep things from us any longer."
"What do you mean, father?"
She was feeling only despite for her father, she could not help but hate him for what he did to them. She was convinced that he destroyed their love, she fully blamed him on how Sam was reacting the morning after their reunion, and that he rarely looked her in the eye since. She blamed him for the pain, the grief and the despair.
"Why should I tell you who the father is? What does it mean to you, anyhow. You hate me. You hate us, me and my children. And this, I will neither forgive nor forget, ever."
"It's him. I can't believe you lied to me. Both of you!"
"I can't believe you made me lie to you!"
Diego smiled bitterly. This man seemed broken.
"This family is cursed. And you will burn in hell, that's for sure." There came no more reaction from him, and he left the room. Sienna didn't know what to do, but she was as confident as ever. She loved her children, and she would not let anyone harm them. She was kind of relieved that her father knew the truth now, the only thing she feared was Samuel. She hadn't told him it was his child she was bearing, and she didn't know what to expect when he finds out.

She gave birth to her and Sam's third son Théo three days later. It seemed tradition, that the names of their children began with "T", so they had decided after the birth of Tristan, because their names started with the same letter as well. Not only this had made Sam realize it was his son. He had of course heard the conversation between his sister and his father the other day, and he still haven't talked to Sienna about the child really being his son yet. He thought she'd found a new love, he knew he should have been happy for her at that moment, he knew he should have wished for her to have a normal life, like she deserved it. But inside, he felt lost and broken, and suddenly wished for nothing more than to go back in time to that infamous morning, and tell her that it was not a mistake, that he loved her and wanted this. So the news he heard that day, that it was indeed his child, made him realize, that he could not reject Sienna anymore, and that he should not even want to, for it made even their children feel guilty and unhappy.

"Sienna, wait. We have to talk about this."
She smiled, and came closer to him. "He's yours, Sammy. I thought you knew."
"I believed you found someone else. Someone who could love you like you deserve it."
"I cannot love another man the way I love you, Samuel. Don't ever forget this again."
"Sienna, I don't want to stay away from you anymore."
"Then don't."
"But you know what that means.."
"It means we love each other. And that only."
And they sealed it with a kiss.

one night's suite

Life went on, even for Sienna and Sam. They finished high school, and Sam started to work for the army, as their father. Their children grew, Tristan took a great deal after his mother, and Talis showed a big interest in all kind of brain teasers, as chess. Still, everyone felt the strange, undefinable tension between the two. Meanwhile, the only thing they could feel, were two aching, longing hearts. They both knew, they could not exist any day longer, pretending not to be more than siblings, pretending to ignore each other, pretending to still have a life that's worth living.

"What.. what are you doing, Sienna.. we can't-"
"Shush, Sammy, just let me touch you, just for tonight. I can't, Sam, it's like telling me not to breathe." "Sienna, he's gonna-" "Please, Sammy."

So they reunited for one night. They had so much to make up for all those weeks, all these nights she was crying herself to sleep, all the restrained desires and urges.

But the next morning, waking up next to each other, she felt as if she was reborn, but she was alone with this feeling, for her brother didn't seem to feel anything but guilt.
"This was a mistake" he said, and left her behind.

Diego did not know anything, he thought everything was working out just fine. His son was working for the army, which made him really proud, and he thought the two finally overcame their odd phase. He truly believed they did not feel anything greater than siblings do for each other. This was probably one of the most peaceful times in Diego's and Briana's life. They did not know what hell their children went through every day, especially Sienna, who was terribly losing weight and if you knew her well, you could tell she was miserable.

However, Sienna has been keeping a lonely secret herself. She wasn't feeling well in the mornings, and she had a strange appetite lately. Sienna knew very well, that those were pregnancy symptoms. The reunion night has left it's track behind.

eternity itself..

Talis Cortes was born on a monday morning, and he was a healthy little boy. Sienna and Sam were happier than ever, but their fear lashed with every day that passed. One evening finally, Briana and Samuel got to talk and he told her everything that has been happening and after she asked, if Talis was the child he conceived with his sister, he affirmed. No one could have known, that at this moment something inside Briana broke. Her children were throwing away their lives, and the grandson she and her husband came to love so much, was the result of their sin. She couldn't help blaming herself, and still promised her children, she would not tell their father anything, but that he would probably already know.

As Talis grew bigger, he took extremely after his father, but had the eyes of his mother. He was the little mirror image of his daddy, Sienna adored him all the more because of that. She found their love's immortality in her child, and she couldn't help but wish for more children..

Diego noticed, of course he did. Not only the similiarities between Talis and Sam, but his children's tender relationship and the look Sam had on his face when he was with Talis, but the fact that Talis had called Samuel "daddy" was more than enough. But he didn't say a word. Even if he would have wanted to say something, he was too devastated to face this kind of situation.

Time passed pretty quickly, and things seemed to be normal. Even as Sienna confirmed her second pregnancy, Diego didn't dare to ask who the father was. The atmosphere in the house was more than tense, but Diego seemed too busy with his work at the army, that there was practitcally no opportunity to solve things out. Sienna and Sam were still in their teens, and a second pregnancy only hardened school life for both of them.

They still had to hide their love, but since their parents weren't often at home anymore, life became easier, more normal, as it should have been from the start. Their second son, Tristan Cortes, was born during this, almost carefree time.

Until one night, they had been more careless than usual, and have been longing for each other already all day, and as the twins were kissing in the living room, their parents came home. The secret was oficially out, Briana seemed to have a breakdown, but Diego simply told Sam, he'd want to talk to him outside.

Samuel expected rage and anger, but Diego was more than exploding.
"Is this what I have been teaching you about family life?" he cried out, and nothing than charges and suits were to follow. But even Diego knew, that separating the two of them now would not help, and his grandchildren would need both parents, so he simply said, he didn't want them to sleep together anymore, and he forbid them to have any sexual or romantical contact, otherwise he swore, he'd turn Samuel over to the police department, for incest was strictly forbidden.

Sienna and Sam had to end their bond. They didn't want to be separated, so they sacrificed their hearts. Yes, it was true what their father had said, incest was forbidden. It was wrong. They stopped sleeping in the same bed, neither did they touch or talk anymore. It was too painful. All they could do, was long for each other, long for what was forbidden. The last thing Sienna said to Sam, before they decided to end it, was "Our love was not made for this world. Neither was it made for this life. Our love is eternity itself. I cannot extinguish it, and neither do I wish to do so. But I know that it does not die, just because we can't live it."