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To be called an angel, to be protected at all costs. To know true love in its purest form, to know the touch of him from any other. To sense the air about me turn from chill to sultry, to sense my own spirit soar above the landscape. To dream only of tomorrow, to dream of what a lover may seem. To be called an angel, to be protected at all costs. Rubbish. It's fairytale stuff, but perhaps my youth is catching up with me. I don't need protection, or sultry air, nor my soul flitting about way up there. Perhaps tomorrow, yes, tomorrow is easily dreamt about. But when tomorrow's wrath is unleashed that day may become like any other. Not that you knew, aforetime. Yesterday was a fickle day, journeying from the Wilderness to this land, and finding her greatest.... love(?).... here. What a coincidence. I am in paradise. Bonjour mon amour. Oooooo, feel spesh my boy, sentinel of bestial planes; bound to a simple peasant of awaiting status. Please, I'm nothing of a wonderful alabaster; more like a poor, lost laborer of blue collar status. Can you not see it - clear as a thin red line? I am in love with you - open your eyes. It's called give and take So introduce yourself to the art of accepting compliments my Aedean. We may only be bound by name at this time, but I can see... [kat grins and nudges maddy] a future. A loner I see you not, a brave and fickle beast perhaps, but no more outlandish than myself. Cobwebbed and tied down only by your insecurities. Let yourself fly. Honest power rouses me. You've got it. Finally, someone to care, Cobwebbed beast is approached in muted strides, extending and collecting at random intervals; from a vivacious trot to an extended canter. Orderless. But nevertheless, his bound approaches visibly, away from the shadows. Halelujiah. It seems her own insecurities hindered her true colours. A warm whicker exhales from dialated nostrils, a strong, but easing nudge applied to his sculpted flank by the smaller thoroughbred. For once her wordless exterior is shed... "Aedean..." "I missed you..." Words, hanging by a thread. Not Aedy, for they were adults now, not just adolescents venturing into the big, wide world. Aedy sounded childish, sorry hun, but that's the way it is. Aedean [kat looks sheepish]. ×. still waters .× ×. bound to Aedean .× ×. loyal to kyeburn .× |