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Rhylin and Laeriel
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Date Posted: 21:54:48 06/05/02 Wed
He could hear his own heartbeat, muffled slightly by the noise of his boots on the marble stairs; he ran on. At the top of the tower Laeriel waited, hunched over, cowering against the wind beneath the feeble shelter the ramparts offered. He pulled off his own cloak and slung it round her shoulders. "Why did you run from me."
"You know why I ran from you," she said, her eyes still fixed straight ahead, "And you know why we haven't seen each other in days." By the time Rhylin had found her, Laeriel had stopped crying but each time she spoke, the tears came nearer. She tried to hold them off for as long as she could, the lump in the back of her throat growing larger every minute. "Why have you been avoiding me, Rhylin? And why have I been avoiding you? Why have we been treating each other so? I--" Laeriel had lost her battle with her emotions, tears began to fall freely down her raw cheeks. The cold wind continued to blow. Laeriel looked into Rhylin's eyes, "Please, don't treat me this way. What have I done to you? Tell me what is wrong, and I will fix it, I can't loose you"
"You can't loose me, do you really mean that? Or rather do you mean that you can't loose me as a friend? No, don't even answer that for I know what you would say. I have been avoiding you..." The visions agony hit him swiftly and he almost collapsed into her arms. Please, not again: not now.
She felt him grow weak, another vision. Although no faery had ever been able to recieve a vision on command, he was the closest any ever came to being able to control his power. She wanted him to continue talking, she wanted him to say it. She wanted so badly for him to tell her he loved her. She slipped her arms around him, and pulled him close. She brought her lips to his ears, "You mean so much to me, no matter what you are, a friend or-" she paused, "-or lover. No matter what, Rhylin, you mean as much to me as my brothers or sister, or even my father. You may even mean more than that..." she let herself trail off. Her own words suprised her. Maybe he did mean more...
He shock himself out of the vision sickness too late to hear her last words. His legs gave way and he tumbled to the floor and sat looking up at her stupidly. "You love me?"
His words shocked her. Was that his vision? She thought for a momment; did she love him? The realization came like a flood, all at once she knew it, that's what was wrong, that's what was wrong between them. That was why her heart ached so-- she loved him. A smile spread across her lips, "Yes," she said, "I believe I do. I love you, Rhylin."
He grinned broadly; a smile that had not seen the light of day for many long months. "Not as a friend? You love me as I love you?" He pushed himself to his feet and kissed her forehead quickly, amazed that he could get this close to her. "Oh my darling girl, you have made me..." he kissed her again on the tip of her nose; every nerve tingling, "I will make you so happy, I promise. It is the least I can do. I love you so much. The last two months have been unbearable. I'm so sorry for everything."
She pulled him close to her, finding joy in even the slightest touch. Her heart felt so full it could burst at any moment, "I love you more than anything, Rhylin. I don't know why I couldn't see it before. Don't be sorry, it was my fault for putting you through such agony for so long. Let us put the past in the past," she said, looking into his eyes, "Just love me now."
"I will love you always." He grinned again, "but surely you know that by now." He had imagined their kiss for so long. In none of his day dreams had the fireworkless sky been a dull grey, swept with a cruel wind that threatened to knock the faeries from their high tower and yet as he stood, his arms wrapped around Laeriel, Rhylin could not imagine the moment could be more perfect.
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