Keovari's eyes glazed over slightly as her hand slipped against his face. He suddenly felt the difference between the cold and her warm touch, a split second of drunkenness. When that momentary sweetness passed, his mind flew to her words, digesting them.
His eyes widened and shot into hers, pressing into them with some invisible force, strength of passion. His lips parted slowly, a rush of freezing air filling his mouth in another split second of intoxication, "In... your own heart, sweet lady?"
Faye's mind began to hurt deeply. Rosiel's want to leave was now supported by her own and her need to have her mind to herself before Keovari would realize fully what had transpired with Rosiel. She did not want Keovari to find out without knowing that she was alright and would be alright.
She hoped that would be enough.
"You are right, it is time to leave." She reached up and took his hand from her shoulder, placing it upon the wrist with her bracelet, instructing him to keep a hold of it.
She closed her eyes and concentrated on the cold that flashed against her physical skin. She focused to the well known feeling of the gentle pinch from her fangs against her mouth. The slightly sweet fresh air around her. Silky tickle of her hair against the bare skin. The cool comfort of the ring on her finger and the matching dangle on her other wrist. The slightly burning emptiness and dull ache of her heart.
The crashing depression finally tossed her back into total reality.
Keovari felt as if the moment was suspended, hanging in the air around them. He would have been happy to exist solely in that moment forever, the bubbling possibilities of what Mystical had said thrilling him. But time would not stop for anyone, no matter how the Guardian wished for it.
Suddenly, he felt Faye's presence blaringly in his mind, her emotions a confused and turbulent bundle. He cursed internally, displeased with the moment ruined, knowing the strength of her feelings and their sudden appearance would have startled Mystical even more then it had him.
His eyes searched hers momentarily, then flew away, glancing both out of worry and obligation, in the direction he sensed Faye.
Faye's hand shot to her mouth as she coughed harshly, the cold swirling into her, racking her body with one of the things that made her regret her partial humanity. The common cold must be the purest evil. Her mind swirling slightly as she suddenly pictured the ballroom of the Castle she had once danced in alone. The fluttering feelings of that moment returned to her as she glanced down at Rosiel. Who?...
"Rosiel." Barely spoken aloud, the letters slipping lightly off her lips, reminding the darker corners of her mind. She smiled gently at him, her gaze flickering in waves, the world slightly out of focus. "We should get going. We should get back to the Seven Roses,” She paused suddenly in worry, “Oh, and Keovari and Mystical!”
His eyes widened and shot into hers, pressing into them with some invisible force, strength of passion. His lips parted slowly, a rush of freezing air filling his mouth in another split second of intoxication, "In... your own heart, sweet lady?"
Faye's mind began to hurt deeply. Rosiel's want to leave was now supported by her own and her need to have her mind to herself before Keovari would realize fully what had transpired with Rosiel. She did not want Keovari to find out without knowing that she was alright and would be alright.
She hoped that would be enough.
"You are right, it is time to leave." She reached up and took his hand from her shoulder, placing it upon the wrist with her bracelet, instructing him to keep a hold of it.
She closed her eyes and concentrated on the cold that flashed against her physical skin. She focused to the well known feeling of the gentle pinch from her fangs against her mouth. The slightly sweet fresh air around her. Silky tickle of her hair against the bare skin. The cool comfort of the ring on her finger and the matching dangle on her other wrist. The slightly burning emptiness and dull ache of her heart.
The crashing depression finally tossed her back into total reality.
Keovari felt as if the moment was suspended, hanging in the air around them. He would have been happy to exist solely in that moment forever, the bubbling possibilities of what Mystical had said thrilling him. But time would not stop for anyone, no matter how the Guardian wished for it.
Suddenly, he felt Faye's presence blaringly in his mind, her emotions a confused and turbulent bundle. He cursed internally, displeased with the moment ruined, knowing the strength of her feelings and their sudden appearance would have startled Mystical even more then it had him.
His eyes searched hers momentarily, then flew away, glancing both out of worry and obligation, in the direction he sensed Faye.
Faye's hand shot to her mouth as she coughed harshly, the cold swirling into her, racking her body with one of the things that made her regret her partial humanity. The common cold must be the purest evil. Her mind swirling slightly as she suddenly pictured the ballroom of the Castle she had once danced in alone. The fluttering feelings of that moment returned to her as she glanced down at Rosiel. Who?...
"Rosiel." Barely spoken aloud, the letters slipping lightly off her lips, reminding the darker corners of her mind. She smiled gently at him, her gaze flickering in waves, the world slightly out of focus. "We should get going. We should get back to the Seven Roses,” She paused suddenly in worry, “Oh, and Keovari and Mystical!”
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