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Subject: The kiss Author: Aragorn [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 18:21:08 04/24/02 Wed Red lips brushed his cheek and his heart stopped. What shocked him was not that she had dared to do it; rather that he was excited by the tingle that rushed down the nerves from his skin. Namün was not Arwen and he was not in love with her, he didn't even know her for gods' sake!. So why was he feeling like this? A hot fire filled his veins and a rush of emotions boiled in his soul. Fighting to keep it from showing in his face, he smiled down at the petite brunette, "you are very welcome I just wish someone had come to me sooner. I wish you well in your quest to become a healer. You are a very determinded young woman Namün." The temptation to bring his mouth to hers overwhelmed him and he moved towards her slightly before pulling back, horrified. "I hope we shall meet again" was all he could manage before striding out the room quickly. I love Arwen he thought furiously to himself. But does she love you? The irriating part of his brain asked "Yes of course" So where is she? "I...don't know" That's right. And your talking to yourself The face of a girl with wavy dark hair, skin the colour of honey, lips red as the sunset rose in his mind. The symbol of her tumultous past, the scar that went where he could not, under the pure white blouse, tormented him. Namün. She would destroy him. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]