|
|
Post by Trix on Jan 2, 2009 1:59:51 GMT -5
Though winter had claimed the weeping springs, this section was warm, the fountain was unfrozen, and the marble was warmed. Why? Well, when you have the power of a fire-breathing dragon within, why not?
A fire burned powerfully between the fountain, and smooth marble bench, making the air summer-like, abolishing the snow and frost quite eloquently.
Michael's toned chest was bare, and rippling as he set his coat over Stella, whom he had lain against the marble bench. Sitting next to her with a sigh, Michael blinked at Ella and smiled, gently cupping her cheek as he had in Caracoa.
((I know, not so amazing post...))
|
|
|
|
Post by bynx on Jan 2, 2009 2:13:26 GMT -5
Ella smirked at his care. She shifted underneath his coat, a grunt escaping her lips as she jarred her ribs, and then again as the grunt harmed her throat.
Her red hair was a mess, and it aggravated her. Standing shakily, she morphed, her body becoming that of a small dragon, a white dragon to be exact. The tiny creature fluttered about Michaels head playfully for a moment before settling upon the ground. She only needed a moment to heal... She would be sore,hell yeah... But it was times like these she appreciated her skills.
After a few moments passed by, Stella returned to all her red headed glory, smiling as she planted herself beside Michael. "Thanks for helping me back there...." She teased, referring to the fight. "But thanks for helping me at least get out.."
|
|
|
|
Post by Trix on Jan 3, 2009 0:03:21 GMT -5
Michael had shadows of guilt, and resentment under his eyes as he stared numbly into the fire, flinching at her grunt of pain. Seeing her hurt reminded him of the night he had returned home to find his mother dead- and brother dying. How he had failed to save them, and how yet again he had almost been to late to save Stella. The woman whom his heart held above all else. He hung his head briefly before hearing her morph. Immediately, his head snapped up, and he blinked, expecting danger of somesort.
'No, she's just healing.' He mused, a soft, thoughful smile playing on his lips as she circled the air above and around his head. He looked foreward, at the fire when she landed next to him, and inwardly his emotions warred. Between self resentment and guilt. He siged softly.
When she returned to her stunning self, he smiled at her and blinked. Almost wincing at her comment, he laughed detatchedly and nodded. "..Sorry." He murmured before blinking and offering her an appologetic smile. "It was the least I culd do." 'After I nearly got you killed' he finished silently.
|
|
|
|
Post by bynx on Jan 3, 2009 23:02:52 GMT -5
((Haha. So I'm currently in one of those 'We love each other but cant be together' moods... I'm taking it out on Stella. XDDDD))
Stella's eyes softened at the sight of Michael thinking to himself. His eyes told story's of things she had never experienced, things she would never truly have. She caught the detached note in his laughter. but missed his silent addition to his comment.
Sad things, the two of them were. Love? No, I don't think so, at least not yet. It was true that they felt complete when around each other, but it was sad they would never be together. Stella wouldn't allow it... Not anytime soon... Commitment, something she was terrified of.. Why ruin the life she had?
Shaking herself free of her morose thoughts, she smiled gently and bumped him with her shoulder. "Really.. Thanks for caring.." She said softly, placing a friendly kiss on his cheek.
|
|
|
|
Post by Trix on Jan 4, 2009 23:14:35 GMT -5
Michael felt himself sinking into a 'brooding' mood while the silence between them grew, like afissure- the awkwardness of knowing that they could not be seemed to settle like an omen above them. Or, him to say the least. He stared into the fire, which at the moment made the only audible noise, crackling and hissing at the bitter air surrounding it.
His thoughts were broken when she shouldered him, and involuntarily he smiled in respose. "Don't mention it." He foreward at the fire, musing about how his heart seemed to catch ablaze with the simple friendly thanks.
He cleared his throat and stood, retrieving his coat from the bench and losely throwing it on, buttons fastening with his impatient fingers. "....Well, I got you out of the palace." He Murmured softly, offering her a hand up. "...I've got to go.. deal with Lyra." He murmured, the shadows of hurt beneath his eyes yet again. How many people would he fail to save? His stomach twisted and he closed his eyes.
|
|
|
|
Post by bynx on Jan 5, 2009 20:46:09 GMT -5
She let her smile falter as the silence grew, even frowning when he rose. She took his offered hand, rising to her feet slowly as he spoke. "And I owe you for that.. As for Lyra.. Let me accompany you.... I knew her too.." She said softly. And she meant it.
She may not have connected with her as Michael did, but she knew the woman none the les.. Likes her even.
((shitty post))
|
|
|
|
Post by Trix on Jan 8, 2009 22:49:15 GMT -5
Michael seemed to hesitate for a moment, his characteristic need to push others away whittled at hi mind before he gave a brief nod. Lyra had been one of his girls, one of his toys, but also a companion. The only woman who he had told his thoughts to. She had been a friend- with certain benefits. His heart, however, did not let her beneath the surface- she had been a friend, nothing more.
Sighing haggardly, he shrugged his shoulders, trying fleetingly to relieve some tension before rubbing his forehead. "I guess we should take her home. To caracoa. She deserves that..." He murmured, blinking foreward, his eyes a dark brown colour now, mirroring his inner conflicts.
|
|
|
|
Post by bynx on Jan 9, 2009 23:48:47 GMT -5
Stella nodded silently. She wasn't going back to Caracoa.. She hadn't planned on it to begin with.. Yet she still wanted to pay her respects to Lyra...So she would, back at... At her body... The sight of the mangles shape shifter haunted her thoughts as she watched his eyes change, turmoil in his eyes.
"Hey......" She said softly, swiftly coming to his side. "Hey..Let's just..Run away..Go somewhere else.... Let's go....To the Neko's Valley....Or...Let's pose as high schoolers..Let's just....Escape.." She begged, tugging on his arms gently.
|
|
|
|
Post by Trix on Jan 10, 2009 22:57:18 GMT -5
Michael's prefferal vision caught the silent nod, approving his statement from Stella. He was no fool, she would not return to Caracoa; and he knew that the likeliness of seeing her leter on- was scant. She'd go back to her toys, as would he- they would forget all of this. His insides felt asthough crumpled into a tight ball, an intense pressure building in his heart. He could feel his reasons, his morals- everything, just slipping through his fingers.
When Stella moved to his side, abruptly his eyes locked with hers, smouldering in guilt, and pain. At both the prospect of losing Lyra, and she. He swallowed slightly and she spoke. Run away? His eyes flickered between a hazel and his temporary dark chocolate colour. A small spark of hope flickerd in the bottom of his heart, and he blinked. "...Run away?" His voice seemed disconnected, disbelieveing. His clenched fists were against his sides, shaking slightly at the inner angst tearing him appart. What if they ran away- and he could not protect her? His eyes darkened slightly and he furrowed his brows before allowing his face to relax, and the defeat he felt sink below the surface. He nodded slowly and closed his eyes.
"Ok."
|
|
|
|
Post by bynx on Jan 11, 2009 1:36:09 GMT -5
Stella let her hands rest gently upon his cheek, and the weight she felt in the pit of her stomach, at the base of her heart, pulling it low, confirmed what she had secretly always known. She would love him, one day. As for now..Well..She couldn't exactly put in into words, but she was in that..place.. He was more than a lover, a lover she had never head, but the word..
'love'....Scared her..So why did she just suddenly rise? Rise to find herself at his side, attempting to rescue them both?
She suddenly became ashamed..Running away..What would that solve? Nothing. Beside, Michael had a solid head on his shoulders.. He would never agree.. Until he did.
Her lips met his chin gently, rising on his toes just to reach it at a comfortable angle. Her head rested upon his chest as she entwined her fingers with his rumpled shirt. She would have no more toys. No more unsatisfying nights, awaking just to return to shunning the world. No more empty drinks, no more. Not without him.
Her eyes burned. They burned because of what they would face, the difficulties they would soon need to confront. What would their race think? What did she care, she hated them all anway's.. But..Michael..He had a life back there.. Would he really give it all up? Did she want him to?
|
|
|
|
Post by Trix on Jan 19, 2009 17:35:16 GMT -5
Stella's hands on his cheeks kept Michael's breath locked in his chest. Somehow, she made it all ok. Somehow- she made him want to be a batter person, to change the world; all for her. the feeling shook him to the core, the realization that he would forever- his heart belong to her. Wether she accepted it or not, he could be no other's.
His heart was up in his throat when her lips met his chin, and his eyes too began to sting- with the tears that would not shed. He couldn't remember when he had felt more alive. All these years in the valley, he had been obsessing with the revenge he sought after Gabriel, for his little brother- and had died inside; Stella, had somehow mended the wounds inside- and was resparking the fire of desire, of passion within himself.
When Stella rest her head and hands against his chest, he wrapped his arms around her and rest his chin atop her head, eyes hooded. "Ti amo, Querida." The spanish words he whispered caressed the locks of bright crimson hair his lips touched.
|
|
|
|
Post by Trix on Jan 19, 2009 17:36:33 GMT -5
(eng. translation: I love you darling)
|
|
|
|
Post by bynx on Mar 26, 2009 20:41:14 GMT -5
His words brought back a long forgotten feeling, embarrassment, a blush.. She couldn't help but smile lightly and bury her face, refusing to let him see her face all red and hot. She opened her mouth to repeat the words, but her voice got caught in her throat. It wouldn't come out... To say it would be to solidify it. That thought scared her.
The fact she was scared to say what her mind and heart had been screaming irritated her, and her eyes flashed. Her grip tightened on his shirt as a familiar feeling of angst gripped her.
She released him almost immediately to clear her thoughts. She turned her back to him, taking a deep breath. "What about your brother?"
|
|
