As the moonlight curved over her soft skin, Faye was responding to the cold in a blanket of worst depression. All she could think of was Gabriel. Her thoughts soared to the past, collecting now heartbreaking images of their pure happiness...
She was laying in a plush bed, warm and welcoming. A small area of Faye in the large castle around them. Gabriel knocked and walked in. She smiled. He returned it. The were in each others arms...
Faye could not help the bitterness and tears. The blackness encroaching at her mind echoed of the sweet release she may find in her deepest mind and soul. Hidden away, where she had retreated when losing him one other time. She searched for relief. But the tortured soul was not to be relieved. Not to be helped. Her pain would be extended. Her heart broken into smaller and smaller pieces and the compassionate Faye could not detach.
The sobs wracked her body as she tried to contain them.
Keovari's heart ached as he felt the darkness filtering away all the goodness he was accustomed to. He stroked her hair gently and kissed her forehead lightly.
"Dear one, you must calm yourself. For I cannot help you in this state and I hurt for your pain."
But she didn't answer, her internal pain was pressing at the confines of her body, reaching for an exit into the world. He saw her fight to contain it as if letting it free would release demons into this heavenly white world around them.
He closed his eyes, finding salvation in the silky touch of the moonlight. Asking for help. He was torn and this feeling of helplessness was beyond him. Keovari Seriph was used to being able to help. His loved ones were torn apart, thrown into further chaos then they had already been experiencing, and he could do nothing.
He silently cursed the upper levels who had sent him here. If they knew his charge would end up this way, broken in heart and slowly cracking in mind... If Gabriel would be so wretchedly torn from her arms... If they knew his... If they knew the Lady would be ripped away... Her life changed in an instant... Why did they not prepare him for this. He cursed them from the deepest places in his heart. The pain of his dearest ones rising in him an energy that the upper levels would regret letting grow. Did they not remember who he was?
"Faye, please. We must get you to warmth."
Unlike herself, she ignored his words. Faye ached to follow them and please Keovari, but the pain that encompassed her plead for relief and she could focus on nothing else.
In a whirlwind, she felt a warmth spreading from her soul, healing and beautiful. Her face turned up. Keovari was alert as well. Faye gasped and choked on her tears.
She heard her name spoken, but fell into the comfort of her true friend's embrace and clung to her warmth. Faye felt guilty for her collapse to Mystical, but the Lady made her feel so warm against the stinging cold she'd been slowly numbing to moments ago.
Words floated through Faye's head, bursting to be said, to thank, to cry, to beg, wanting to lavish Mystical with their love.
Thank you...
Faye's body, weak, clung to Mystical and Keovari, wanting a third arm to send her thanking love to sweet Scheherazade.
Keovari felt relief fill every part of him. The appearance of Lady Mystical was a good omen, a hint of power and strength, of goodness.
Best of all, the dear Mystical was safe.
He could not take his eyes off of her, a strange warmth of happiness flowing through him. He met her gaze with his own powerful eyes, their ice blue sharp and full. He let her call bring out his soul, following the sweet feeling of her true warmth as they held a steady and powerful look.
Her voice seemed to startle him. In a crash he remembered what was happening, why Faye was weakly in the Lady's arms, why they were in what must be a furious cold, and worst of all, he remembered what would happen to the women if he allowed them to stay here. His protective instinct flowed freely again and he stood, lifting Faye to her feet. She turned her face up to him, the usually passionate eyes blank.
"Keovari, where are we going?" He thought her voice sounded too soft and distant.
"Back. That man at the Seven Roses was kind to you," He turned again to the figure with the burning aura, "My deep apologies, my Lady. I am afraid our worry for you clouded our judgment. My own especially."
He tucked Faye's arm in his, holding her gloved hand tightly to help support her, then offered his other arm to Mystical. He hoped she would take it and return to his side. He did not understand why he hoped.
Faye looked around at the snowy world. she felt as if everything was moving slowly and she opened her eyes wider as if doing so would return the normal speed of life. She heard Keovari speaking to Mystical, but the words seemed slurred and unimportant to her. She felt his grip, strong and protective. She missed the her friend's warmth, but did not feel the cold as she had before as if Mystical's fire remained inside, warming her. The moonlight seemed like sugar, making the snow sweeter. Faye's mind whirled.
A breeze rushed past, blowing her hair behind her and off her skin. She moved her face, feeling the last strands sail off. The moonlight felt like silk against her face. She tried, confused, to understand how the moonlight was both sugar and silk. She laughs aloud softly, no smile upon her face.
One word pounded in her mind with her heartbeat. Gabriel.
Gabriel.
Gabriel.
She felt Keovari's gentle tug.
Gabriel.
She looked at him, he was out of focus. She blinked and he became sharp again.
Faye shook her head, "I am fine. I am not falling father into depression." It was not a lie. She felt as if Depression were trying to create another level to accommodate her pain. She knew Keovari and Mystical understood. She wished they did not.
Gabriel.
"Let us go?" She offered in her dead voice.
She was laying in a plush bed, warm and welcoming. A small area of Faye in the large castle around them. Gabriel knocked and walked in. She smiled. He returned it. The were in each others arms...
Faye could not help the bitterness and tears. The blackness encroaching at her mind echoed of the sweet release she may find in her deepest mind and soul. Hidden away, where she had retreated when losing him one other time. She searched for relief. But the tortured soul was not to be relieved. Not to be helped. Her pain would be extended. Her heart broken into smaller and smaller pieces and the compassionate Faye could not detach.
The sobs wracked her body as she tried to contain them.
Keovari's heart ached as he felt the darkness filtering away all the goodness he was accustomed to. He stroked her hair gently and kissed her forehead lightly.
"Dear one, you must calm yourself. For I cannot help you in this state and I hurt for your pain."
But she didn't answer, her internal pain was pressing at the confines of her body, reaching for an exit into the world. He saw her fight to contain it as if letting it free would release demons into this heavenly white world around them.
He closed his eyes, finding salvation in the silky touch of the moonlight. Asking for help. He was torn and this feeling of helplessness was beyond him. Keovari Seriph was used to being able to help. His loved ones were torn apart, thrown into further chaos then they had already been experiencing, and he could do nothing.
He silently cursed the upper levels who had sent him here. If they knew his charge would end up this way, broken in heart and slowly cracking in mind... If Gabriel would be so wretchedly torn from her arms... If they knew his... If they knew the Lady would be ripped away... Her life changed in an instant... Why did they not prepare him for this. He cursed them from the deepest places in his heart. The pain of his dearest ones rising in him an energy that the upper levels would regret letting grow. Did they not remember who he was?
"Faye, please. We must get you to warmth."
Unlike herself, she ignored his words. Faye ached to follow them and please Keovari, but the pain that encompassed her plead for relief and she could focus on nothing else.
In a whirlwind, she felt a warmth spreading from her soul, healing and beautiful. Her face turned up. Keovari was alert as well. Faye gasped and choked on her tears.
She heard her name spoken, but fell into the comfort of her true friend's embrace and clung to her warmth. Faye felt guilty for her collapse to Mystical, but the Lady made her feel so warm against the stinging cold she'd been slowly numbing to moments ago.
Words floated through Faye's head, bursting to be said, to thank, to cry, to beg, wanting to lavish Mystical with their love.
Thank you...
Faye's body, weak, clung to Mystical and Keovari, wanting a third arm to send her thanking love to sweet Scheherazade.
Keovari felt relief fill every part of him. The appearance of Lady Mystical was a good omen, a hint of power and strength, of goodness.
Best of all, the dear Mystical was safe.
He could not take his eyes off of her, a strange warmth of happiness flowing through him. He met her gaze with his own powerful eyes, their ice blue sharp and full. He let her call bring out his soul, following the sweet feeling of her true warmth as they held a steady and powerful look.
Her voice seemed to startle him. In a crash he remembered what was happening, why Faye was weakly in the Lady's arms, why they were in what must be a furious cold, and worst of all, he remembered what would happen to the women if he allowed them to stay here. His protective instinct flowed freely again and he stood, lifting Faye to her feet. She turned her face up to him, the usually passionate eyes blank.
"Keovari, where are we going?" He thought her voice sounded too soft and distant.
"Back. That man at the Seven Roses was kind to you," He turned again to the figure with the burning aura, "My deep apologies, my Lady. I am afraid our worry for you clouded our judgment. My own especially."
He tucked Faye's arm in his, holding her gloved hand tightly to help support her, then offered his other arm to Mystical. He hoped she would take it and return to his side. He did not understand why he hoped.
Faye looked around at the snowy world. she felt as if everything was moving slowly and she opened her eyes wider as if doing so would return the normal speed of life. She heard Keovari speaking to Mystical, but the words seemed slurred and unimportant to her. She felt his grip, strong and protective. She missed the her friend's warmth, but did not feel the cold as she had before as if Mystical's fire remained inside, warming her. The moonlight seemed like sugar, making the snow sweeter. Faye's mind whirled.
A breeze rushed past, blowing her hair behind her and off her skin. She moved her face, feeling the last strands sail off. The moonlight felt like silk against her face. She tried, confused, to understand how the moonlight was both sugar and silk. She laughs aloud softly, no smile upon her face.
One word pounded in her mind with her heartbeat. Gabriel.
Gabriel.
Gabriel.
She felt Keovari's gentle tug.
Gabriel.
She looked at him, he was out of focus. She blinked and he became sharp again.
Faye shook her head, "I am fine. I am not falling father into depression." It was not a lie. She felt as if Depression were trying to create another level to accommodate her pain. She knew Keovari and Mystical understood. She wished they did not.
Gabriel.
"Let us go?" She offered in her dead voice.
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