Faye looked on compassionately, distressed.
She kept quiet, letting him speak, letting his voice and presence wash over her slowly. Each moment felt more fragile. Alyria pawed at this chance of instability, grasping at her moment. Faye felt as if a screeching siren were blaring directly into her ears, echoing off the corners of her memories, shattering her stability. Faye fought the evil in herself fiercely, determined to have her reunion with Gabriel be good. She would enjoy it, she would absolutely enjoy every moment she had with him, she would not be denied by this curse of a second self. She would not be the reason for the deaths of these people around her. She would not succumb to the exhaustion of mind, body, and spirit. She would stay strong. Just this once, be strong enough to win alone.
"...Faye."
The siren stopped. Her mind felt momentarily, beautifully calm. For now, Faye had won.
She stepped forward, a slight movement. Faye's eyes blurred blue with her tears, a weight pushing painfully against her heart. One small hand lifted, paused, hesitantly rested against his cheek, calling the tears out, hammering the weight in.
Her heart seemed to burst. All a blur now. White, searing, flashing feelings. The strange, long unfelt, warmth of laying in his arms. Bubbling memories and loves. A slight sense of his scent. A fear, worry of what lay between them. The soft silk of his hair between her fingers. A need to be cared for. A need to care for. Powerful surging of emotions long laid to rest. A rushing in her ears. Her cheeks flushed red.
She stroked her thumb lightly across his cheek, moving in to close the gap between them, nodding, encouraging, begging him to feel and remember all that was between them.
Steady her eyes on his, memorizing them again. The beautiful heart which drew her always to him. The comfort of his presence. The knowledge of his touch, his reality in her existence.
Steady, her eyes on his.
Slip silently against him, arms pulled up before her, hands skimming over his chest, to his shoulders, gripping them tightly, with all her love.
Steady her eyes, on his.
Stepping up on her toes, trusting him to balance her, eyes still open and focused in, press her forehead against his. Sob softly. Breath deeply, slowly.
"Gabriel."
The tumult calmed.
Keovari smiled silently, eyes closed, reveling in the joy. He slipped a hand up to stroke her hair gently, living these few moments in a beautiful daze.
"My love." He said simply, carefully stressing his claim.
He pressed his cool cheek against hers, feeling slowly sobered by the strange comfort of familiarity. He could not place why this felt so familiar to him, he had never dared be so forward with Mystical before. Yet, it felt incredibly right and he felt as if he had held her thus a thousand times before... As if never once had passion of the first been unfelt when he had.
He smiled and kissed her soft cheek, trying to delay the return of his sense.
But it would not stay away. He felt the momentary insanity fleeting, losing his ability to focus on only the joy. Worry. She was injured. Badly, and he must return her to safety. He lifted her steadily and wordlessly began to move, following the faint trails of Faye's spirit.
Suddenly he realized he owed her words. He owed her his total truth.
"My dear, my love. I am truly sorry for my nonsensical actions tonight... I hope you may understand, I have been distraught. I am confused as to why I have done what I have. But one thing does not confuse me, and this you must believe. I am not confused as to my feelings as I announced them to you," He paused and settled his eyes on hers, their ice blues sliding into her comforting gaze, "I love you. I have loved you. I will. You are in my heart, my dreams. My Lady, you have invaded my every thought."
As he spoke, he continued moving, picking up pace as his words finished flowing from his mouth. They confused him even as he spoke them. They were deliberate, but at the same time, out of his control. Blatant truth.
He walked on, feeling Faye's presence growing stronger. He began to notice others as well and slowed down. He did not feel Alyria, so for now he could afford to allow himself and the lovely Mystical a few precious moments
She kept quiet, letting him speak, letting his voice and presence wash over her slowly. Each moment felt more fragile. Alyria pawed at this chance of instability, grasping at her moment. Faye felt as if a screeching siren were blaring directly into her ears, echoing off the corners of her memories, shattering her stability. Faye fought the evil in herself fiercely, determined to have her reunion with Gabriel be good. She would enjoy it, she would absolutely enjoy every moment she had with him, she would not be denied by this curse of a second self. She would not be the reason for the deaths of these people around her. She would not succumb to the exhaustion of mind, body, and spirit. She would stay strong. Just this once, be strong enough to win alone.
"...Faye."
The siren stopped. Her mind felt momentarily, beautifully calm. For now, Faye had won.
She stepped forward, a slight movement. Faye's eyes blurred blue with her tears, a weight pushing painfully against her heart. One small hand lifted, paused, hesitantly rested against his cheek, calling the tears out, hammering the weight in.
Her heart seemed to burst. All a blur now. White, searing, flashing feelings. The strange, long unfelt, warmth of laying in his arms. Bubbling memories and loves. A slight sense of his scent. A fear, worry of what lay between them. The soft silk of his hair between her fingers. A need to be cared for. A need to care for. Powerful surging of emotions long laid to rest. A rushing in her ears. Her cheeks flushed red.
She stroked her thumb lightly across his cheek, moving in to close the gap between them, nodding, encouraging, begging him to feel and remember all that was between them.
Steady her eyes on his, memorizing them again. The beautiful heart which drew her always to him. The comfort of his presence. The knowledge of his touch, his reality in her existence.
Steady, her eyes on his.
Slip silently against him, arms pulled up before her, hands skimming over his chest, to his shoulders, gripping them tightly, with all her love.
Steady her eyes, on his.
Stepping up on her toes, trusting him to balance her, eyes still open and focused in, press her forehead against his. Sob softly. Breath deeply, slowly.
"Gabriel."
The tumult calmed.
Keovari smiled silently, eyes closed, reveling in the joy. He slipped a hand up to stroke her hair gently, living these few moments in a beautiful daze.
"My love." He said simply, carefully stressing his claim.
He pressed his cool cheek against hers, feeling slowly sobered by the strange comfort of familiarity. He could not place why this felt so familiar to him, he had never dared be so forward with Mystical before. Yet, it felt incredibly right and he felt as if he had held her thus a thousand times before... As if never once had passion of the first been unfelt when he had.
He smiled and kissed her soft cheek, trying to delay the return of his sense.
But it would not stay away. He felt the momentary insanity fleeting, losing his ability to focus on only the joy. Worry. She was injured. Badly, and he must return her to safety. He lifted her steadily and wordlessly began to move, following the faint trails of Faye's spirit.
Suddenly he realized he owed her words. He owed her his total truth.
"My dear, my love. I am truly sorry for my nonsensical actions tonight... I hope you may understand, I have been distraught. I am confused as to why I have done what I have. But one thing does not confuse me, and this you must believe. I am not confused as to my feelings as I announced them to you," He paused and settled his eyes on hers, their ice blues sliding into her comforting gaze, "I love you. I have loved you. I will. You are in my heart, my dreams. My Lady, you have invaded my every thought."
As he spoke, he continued moving, picking up pace as his words finished flowing from his mouth. They confused him even as he spoke them. They were deliberate, but at the same time, out of his control. Blatant truth.
He walked on, feeling Faye's presence growing stronger. He began to notice others as well and slowed down. He did not feel Alyria, so for now he could afford to allow himself and the lovely Mystical a few precious moments
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