Faye stared at the gun. Her usual composure faltered immeasurably at the sight of the weapon. Her mind flashed weakly to Keovari and his hate for these weapons, to the sound of Rosiel's voice on the wind. A welling of confused tears melted into her eyes as she refused to allow them to fall. Her fist clenched in trepidation. The expectation had been for Rosiel to be indignant, but understanding, at most. Reactions like this had never been recorded! People always adjusted to the sanctity of another person's cloistered subconscious. This could not be happening! Faye's mind reeled. No...
"My efforts are poorly spent only in that I have not helped you properly." He said softly, the strange warmth that had spread from his heart making his speech unsteady.
The wind seemed to caress Keovari's cheek. Absentmindedly, he wished that he could feel the cold. He missed the sensation. He lost this vague thought swiftly as he stopped short. The snow had suddenly stopped it's steady decrease and had disappeared altogether. The area looked as if it had been momentarily heated, the ground damp, but not as much as would be expected from the amount of snow they had been around. Some of the liquid was gone. He narrowed his eyes, focusing his sight in the darkness. Nothing yet.
He readjusted his hold on the lady, shifting her closer, as he pushed off, moving faster now that the ground gave him better footing.
He felt her move up, her face against his neck. It surprised him, and though Keovari showed little external signs, he perceived the features of her face against his skin, and suddenly felt deeply protective.
Faye took a deep, shuddering breath. A gentle wind lifted a few loose strands of her hair, flinging them around her face as she turned down. Her eyes were not strong enough, the tears were coming. She gathered herself for the smallest moment. Reorganized her thoughts.
"Rosiel... I am sorry that you are that you are having this reaction. I know that this must be altogether strange to you, but I assure you that you are safe here. Never has coming here caused any being a problem, neither should it for you. But perhaps I miscalculated... You are an angel, and I have never met an angel before you..." Her voice was soft, carried to him by the breeze.
Her blue gaze returned to Rosiel, full of sadness and fear. She closed her hands before her, clasping them at her waist, in her usual way. Her eyes stayed fixed on Rosiel's face, ignoring the gun pointed at her. Outwardly steady, inside, Faye felt as if all the analytical connections her brain has ever made were floating away into nonsense. This must be what the fairy-tale character Alice had felt as the world beyond the looking-glass seemed to have no reason. It was terrifying, but it was not a feeling Faye was unused to. Sudden urges threatened to control her, wanting to dance, wanting to tear off her clothes. She felt the need to tear her own skin. She fought these feelings, as she always did. She ignored them and focused on Rosiel's face. She traced his features with her gaze and bored into his eyes, searching for something to anchor herself on.
Keovari moved on as his thoughts detached completely from finding Faye. He knew distantly that he would find her soon. The only explanation for this sudden difference in the snow was power, Faye's power, and it would lead him to her. Instead, his mind was occupied with himself. He could not shake the warmth in his chest that had began at his heart and was traveling slowly throughout his body. More confusing yet was this sudden, infinite sense of the need to protect Mystical. He felt entirely responsible for her. More so then his caring friendship had afforded in the past. Although he honestly loved Faye and felt compelled to protect and care for her more then his position asked, he did not feel this intensely deep need to protect her that he was now feeling for Mystical. This was an ache that blinded him. It was not as simple as wanting her safety any longer. He had suddenly felt as if he required it. The sudden force broke through his barriers of thought and feeling. A flood breaking the dam.
His arms and feet seemed to move of their own accord, stopping momentarily and pulling her closer. It was not as simple as carrying her any longer. He had pulled her into a tight embrace. The warmth in his body spread faster. The strange feelings were seeping out of him, his cold ice-blue eyes had melted. Keovari felt breathless, confused that he did. He turned his eyes to her green ones, half searching for help, half for something he could not define.
Suddenly, words spilled from his lips, the same low and uncertain tone he had used minutes ago, "My dear, darling Mystical, you must not cause yourself undue worry and therefore, harm. I am already... indescribably worried for you." His breath and words failed him momentarily, his barriers seeming to steadily right themselves, preventing the continued torrent of words... Of feelings. But he could not tear his eyes from hers, nor shield the intense feeling from being open to view through them.
Finally, he opened his mouth again. His words were softer now, and even more unsteady. He forced them out. "Please. My lady, Mystical. I apologize for my rashness and my actions just now and even as I currently speak. However, you must understand. I am suddenly overwhelmed by fear for you. I cannot understand what has come over me. However, before we move on. I need to feel that you will be all right," His voice faltered and broke off as his mind started to register how strangely he was acting for himself, "I must have you be all right."
Faye's mind flung itself around. She fought against it as it tried to break completely. No, this is not that traumatic. Not that bad. Do not allow yourself to lose control. Alyria. Deaths. The pain. Dear friends.
She took a sudden deep breath and things seemed to suddenly settle within again. Her eyes softened. Her expression developed an apologetic sadness, now lacking the fear she had felt before. Alyria was safely unmoved. Yet, that comfort that Alyria was still chained within left a hole. A subtle ache was now taking its place. A yearning for this to not be happening, a deep sadness that it was. Yet another friend who had held a weapon to her. Her heart ached furiously. He had been so kind. He had accepted her, offered her help. He had covered for her and gone far beyond any kindness she could have expected out of a good old friend, let alone a new one. Now he held a gun at her. She shuddered suddenly.
Another friend lost?
Keovari Seriph’s mind raced blindly. He did not understand his own actions. He was embarrassed of how blatantly open he had been with her. As if another person, he felt his body shaking very slightly. No cold could make Keovari shiver. Nothing should! What is happening to me? His mind rebelled from answering. He could not answer and would not. Fear of answers he may not like prevented him from truly considering.
But he was weak. He felt physically drained. Keovari almost never felt this way, even after long and furious battles, he would feel no less refreshed. No less steady.
Now, felt as if all of his energy was being sapped. Leeched by that heat his heart was radiating.
Faye could not stop shaking. It was not the cold that her real body felt which caused these shakes. No cold could reach her here. Nothing should! What is happening to me?
Her breath came steadily faster as she tried to hold back the tears. The internal pain seemed to multiply as she thought of all the people who had been lost to her. Of all the times her path would cross a friend’s and lead them to a similar position. Of all the swords which had brushed her skin as the eyes of a friend burned furiously into hers. Of the loss.
I do not wish for you to be another friend lost, Rosiel. I cannot lose another… I cannot handle Gabriel as things are, what would another lost so soon after being made to do me…
How selfish. She snapped back at herself suddenly. How incredibly un-thoughtful. It is your fault he is here, your fault that he pulled a gun on you, your fault. Take responsibility in whatever form it comes.
Faye resigned herself to what would happen. She was in his hands now. She would continue to trust her friend, no matter what.
Keovari tried to blot out the feelings slowly bubbling inside him. Anger that something was causing him this confusion and weakness and the warmth.
The comforting warmth which he was trying so hard to deny. The warmth fueling his need to protect her. Pushing him to act so strangely. Making him feel something incredible. The warmth which, as it had dawned on him, came from her presence.
No… That is silly… I can not… Can I?
Keovari suddenly felt that his heart was in his throat.
"My efforts are poorly spent only in that I have not helped you properly." He said softly, the strange warmth that had spread from his heart making his speech unsteady.
The wind seemed to caress Keovari's cheek. Absentmindedly, he wished that he could feel the cold. He missed the sensation. He lost this vague thought swiftly as he stopped short. The snow had suddenly stopped it's steady decrease and had disappeared altogether. The area looked as if it had been momentarily heated, the ground damp, but not as much as would be expected from the amount of snow they had been around. Some of the liquid was gone. He narrowed his eyes, focusing his sight in the darkness. Nothing yet.
He readjusted his hold on the lady, shifting her closer, as he pushed off, moving faster now that the ground gave him better footing.
He felt her move up, her face against his neck. It surprised him, and though Keovari showed little external signs, he perceived the features of her face against his skin, and suddenly felt deeply protective.
Faye took a deep, shuddering breath. A gentle wind lifted a few loose strands of her hair, flinging them around her face as she turned down. Her eyes were not strong enough, the tears were coming. She gathered herself for the smallest moment. Reorganized her thoughts.
"Rosiel... I am sorry that you are that you are having this reaction. I know that this must be altogether strange to you, but I assure you that you are safe here. Never has coming here caused any being a problem, neither should it for you. But perhaps I miscalculated... You are an angel, and I have never met an angel before you..." Her voice was soft, carried to him by the breeze.
Her blue gaze returned to Rosiel, full of sadness and fear. She closed her hands before her, clasping them at her waist, in her usual way. Her eyes stayed fixed on Rosiel's face, ignoring the gun pointed at her. Outwardly steady, inside, Faye felt as if all the analytical connections her brain has ever made were floating away into nonsense. This must be what the fairy-tale character Alice had felt as the world beyond the looking-glass seemed to have no reason. It was terrifying, but it was not a feeling Faye was unused to. Sudden urges threatened to control her, wanting to dance, wanting to tear off her clothes. She felt the need to tear her own skin. She fought these feelings, as she always did. She ignored them and focused on Rosiel's face. She traced his features with her gaze and bored into his eyes, searching for something to anchor herself on.
Keovari moved on as his thoughts detached completely from finding Faye. He knew distantly that he would find her soon. The only explanation for this sudden difference in the snow was power, Faye's power, and it would lead him to her. Instead, his mind was occupied with himself. He could not shake the warmth in his chest that had began at his heart and was traveling slowly throughout his body. More confusing yet was this sudden, infinite sense of the need to protect Mystical. He felt entirely responsible for her. More so then his caring friendship had afforded in the past. Although he honestly loved Faye and felt compelled to protect and care for her more then his position asked, he did not feel this intensely deep need to protect her that he was now feeling for Mystical. This was an ache that blinded him. It was not as simple as wanting her safety any longer. He had suddenly felt as if he required it. The sudden force broke through his barriers of thought and feeling. A flood breaking the dam.
His arms and feet seemed to move of their own accord, stopping momentarily and pulling her closer. It was not as simple as carrying her any longer. He had pulled her into a tight embrace. The warmth in his body spread faster. The strange feelings were seeping out of him, his cold ice-blue eyes had melted. Keovari felt breathless, confused that he did. He turned his eyes to her green ones, half searching for help, half for something he could not define.
Suddenly, words spilled from his lips, the same low and uncertain tone he had used minutes ago, "My dear, darling Mystical, you must not cause yourself undue worry and therefore, harm. I am already... indescribably worried for you." His breath and words failed him momentarily, his barriers seeming to steadily right themselves, preventing the continued torrent of words... Of feelings. But he could not tear his eyes from hers, nor shield the intense feeling from being open to view through them.
Finally, he opened his mouth again. His words were softer now, and even more unsteady. He forced them out. "Please. My lady, Mystical. I apologize for my rashness and my actions just now and even as I currently speak. However, you must understand. I am suddenly overwhelmed by fear for you. I cannot understand what has come over me. However, before we move on. I need to feel that you will be all right," His voice faltered and broke off as his mind started to register how strangely he was acting for himself, "I must have you be all right."
Faye's mind flung itself around. She fought against it as it tried to break completely. No, this is not that traumatic. Not that bad. Do not allow yourself to lose control. Alyria. Deaths. The pain. Dear friends.
She took a sudden deep breath and things seemed to suddenly settle within again. Her eyes softened. Her expression developed an apologetic sadness, now lacking the fear she had felt before. Alyria was safely unmoved. Yet, that comfort that Alyria was still chained within left a hole. A subtle ache was now taking its place. A yearning for this to not be happening, a deep sadness that it was. Yet another friend who had held a weapon to her. Her heart ached furiously. He had been so kind. He had accepted her, offered her help. He had covered for her and gone far beyond any kindness she could have expected out of a good old friend, let alone a new one. Now he held a gun at her. She shuddered suddenly.
Another friend lost?
Keovari Seriph’s mind raced blindly. He did not understand his own actions. He was embarrassed of how blatantly open he had been with her. As if another person, he felt his body shaking very slightly. No cold could make Keovari shiver. Nothing should! What is happening to me? His mind rebelled from answering. He could not answer and would not. Fear of answers he may not like prevented him from truly considering.
But he was weak. He felt physically drained. Keovari almost never felt this way, even after long and furious battles, he would feel no less refreshed. No less steady.
Now, felt as if all of his energy was being sapped. Leeched by that heat his heart was radiating.
Faye could not stop shaking. It was not the cold that her real body felt which caused these shakes. No cold could reach her here. Nothing should! What is happening to me?
Her breath came steadily faster as she tried to hold back the tears. The internal pain seemed to multiply as she thought of all the people who had been lost to her. Of all the times her path would cross a friend’s and lead them to a similar position. Of all the swords which had brushed her skin as the eyes of a friend burned furiously into hers. Of the loss.
I do not wish for you to be another friend lost, Rosiel. I cannot lose another… I cannot handle Gabriel as things are, what would another lost so soon after being made to do me…
How selfish. She snapped back at herself suddenly. How incredibly un-thoughtful. It is your fault he is here, your fault that he pulled a gun on you, your fault. Take responsibility in whatever form it comes.
Faye resigned herself to what would happen. She was in his hands now. She would continue to trust her friend, no matter what.
Keovari tried to blot out the feelings slowly bubbling inside him. Anger that something was causing him this confusion and weakness and the warmth.
The comforting warmth which he was trying so hard to deny. The warmth fueling his need to protect her. Pushing him to act so strangely. Making him feel something incredible. The warmth which, as it had dawned on him, came from her presence.
No… That is silly… I can not… Can I?
Keovari suddenly felt that his heart was in his throat.
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