Night at the Moonlight [Locked to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) beyon_turhan] |
[Sep. 28th, 2005|09:19 pm] |
For Kitty this day was normal as most had become. She had woke late or well early depending on how one views time. Her schedule now working late at night meant she woke and left while Trakis was still out on business most days. She missed him, though mostly for the conversations and as much as she hated to admit it the security. A small amount of fear always lingered in the back of her mind between waking and his arrival at the Moonlight.
Tonight he was running late on some business deal and as she finished speaking with him there was a measure of relief though she still felt the anxiety from the lack of his presence.
She headed back out to the bar. It wasn’t as busy as usual due to the Centauri festivities though Kitty had a feeling that soon a whole crowd of young, drunk, Centauri men would be down here to see the girls. She looked toward the stage and raised a brow seeing that a Drazi was dancing. That had to be a first in all the time she had spent in the Moonlight. They had put up new Red curtains in anticipation of the Centauri rush and as she looked down at the four cases of Brivari behind the bar it seemed her suspicions were accurate.
She sat for a moment on her stool behind the bar as she watched the few customers chatting. Though she knew he wasn’t there her eyes drifted to Trakis’ usual table and her heart sank as if it had expected for him to just appear on command.
Laughter and raised voices draw her attention. Looking to the door she smirks as she sees the group of Centauri enter. Well at least she could stay busy and not dwell on his absence she thought as she smiled watching them approach the bar.
She glanced down at her usual black dress and made sure it was in order before she approached the bar to start the nights work. |
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| Hunting the Huntress |
[Aug. 29th, 2005|10:50 am] |
Alexia returned to House Tyree after nearly a month’s absence. Things were getting really bad between the Assassins and Thieves again. As much as he wanted to dismiss the idea he did need the help of one experienced in these matters. There was only one he could trust to help with these things and she had become the target of more then one kidnap attempt since the time leading up to the assassination attempt on the Ambassador.
Alexia had the feeling that someone was looking for a means to manipulate Lord Mollari with Adira’s safety. That alone caused Alexia to worry. Very few in the court believed the Ambassador cared for Adira. Most just saw it as a desire to obtain the services of a well trained pleasure slave. This left only a few who knew the truth of the matter… most likely it was Lady Daggair or Lady Mariel who were the source of the recent attacks but that still left no clue to the one that happened before the Ambassador’s poisoning. This left only one choice. The prior attack on Lady Adira had to be someone who wished to ensure Lady Mariel would go through with the plot and possibly pull Lady Adira away from their trail.
He had a few clues now to the perpetrators of the beating and rap… he couldn’t even think of the word before being blinded with fury. The anger only increased with Lady Adira’s demand that no one ever speak to the Ambassador about the event.
He looked up just in time to see her walk into the room. Her black dress and velvet gloves gave her the appeal of the most beautiful woman in the Republic but he knew the danger they carried. She was off to take care of a thief who had threatened to kill a high ranking spy and assassin. He on the other hand had much different business. Business that he could not tell Lady Adira he was doing. Alexia was off to find Lady Mariel. He wanted to know the source of these attacks. With a nod Lady Adira left and Alexxia pulled on his coat. “It’s time to hunt the viper.” He laughed amused.. He always hunted the vipers after all it was his job to assassinate assassins. Without another thought he headed out into the dark to find his quarry. |
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| True Love Never Dies |
[Aug. 1st, 2005|08:03 pm] |
Hold Me, Hold Me Tight I'm Falling
Far Away, Distant Voices Calling
I'm So Cold, I Need You Darling, Yeah
I Was Down, But Now I'm Flying
Straight Across The Great Divide
I Know You're Crying, But I'll Stop You Crying
"See You on the Otherside"- Ozzy Osbourne
Taren sat in the small room across from the bed watching the woman tremble with tears. There was nothing anyone could do to alleviate her pain and it cut into his hearts that he could not help.
She was hearing him again. Whenever she was in pain he would begin to search for her; blindly like a man in a dark room. Of course he could never reach her; the dead can not find the living. She would look for him in vain but she too could never find what she searched for.
At this moment the last flicker of his uncle called out to her, yearning to comfort away her pain and it brought tears to Taren’s eyes.
He knew of her undying love for the ambassador but when she was afraid and hurt it had always Silvas who was there. She had nothing to run to now except for the small ember that remained in her mind and the pile of bones next to her father.
He sighed heavily as her tears became louder and choked. She hadn’t simply lost a lover that day; she had lost something only a telepath could comprehend. She had merged with him, spent so much time intertwined with his mind that they had become one like the goddess who watched over her. No, his death had been like losing half of her soul.
Alexia said that she never shined as brightly after his death and it was true. The few memories Taren had of her long ago were of a woman who shined like a star. That star’s light was now shrouded in fear and pain. Like so many who had experienced the lose she had tried to take her life to give her soul its unity once more. That was no longer possible as true love it seemed now bound her both to the living and the dead and she was caught between.
Alexia had at times tried to distract the ember in her but it was futile. Silvas was too strong and even this tiny ember that remained behind could not be swayed. He heard the muffled voice in her mind followed by another wave of wailing tears.
He sat next to her placing a hand softly on her shoulder though he knew there was no comfort. He listened intently and he heard the tears mingle with those only in her mind as the one soul begged for completeness.
At time she would see him though no one was ever sure if she saw him in the environment or in her mind. Her hands would always flutter to her lips when he would kiss her but it wasn’t truly real and just added to the longing.
He brushed her hair from her face and heard Alexia enter. He sighed heavily looking at Adira and the boy.
“Poor girl.” It was all Alexia could say. Taren’s eyes turned to his full of fear. The more often she had her death vision, the stronger Silvas became in her mind, and it was as if he was pulling her closer or perhaps she was going to join him. The last thought made Alexia look away as he didn’t want to lose the last of his brother’s life nor did he wish to lose her. |
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| Life, death, dreams and the dead |
[Jul. 26th, 2005|12:26 pm] |
Now my days are growing cold,
All the memories unfold
Thinking ’bout the friends we lost,
Wondering how to count the cost,
Now my days are growing cold
I can hardly wait any longer,
Now the feeling’s growing stronger
Thinking ’bout the times we had,
Good times always turn into bad,
Now my days are growing cold
Why don’t you take me for a little while,
Sing me songs, you know, will make me smile
Why don’t you take me for a little while
As I watch the rising sun,
I see a new day just begun
Thinking ’bout the sacrifice,
Wondering how to pay the price,
Now my world is growing cold
-"Take Me for a Little While"- Coverdale/Page
Alexia had just finished with a conversation with the woman who was to be his wife. “Was” being the important word since Lady Palen had called her family and accused him, rightfully so though he denied it, of being romantically involved with a Narn woman. He now had no wife and was facing losing his position as head of the house to a cousin. He sighed heavily shuffling toward the sunroom. He wanted to be alone.
He was too lost in self pity to hear the giggles until he stood in the doorway. The sound caught his attention and his eyes snapped to its source. An amused smile spread across his face as he saw Na’Loth and the young painter wrestling on the couch. Well at least wrestling as much as two drunken, young women could. The Centauri’s cheeks were flushed from laughter and Na’Loth was so drunk she nearly fell from the couch.
He stood admiring them for sometime. He knew or at least knew of the painter. She had done some portraits for the ambassador and he was very fond of her work that was displayed at the festival. He had only truly met her in person this morning and instantly found her irresistible. She was young, pretty, flirtatious and extremely shy in his presence.
Seeing her playing drunkenly with Na’Loth made her that much more desirable. He began to wonder, “Is she spoken for?” “There is only one way to find out.” He mused clearing his throat loudly. Both women looked up at him and burst into laughter.
“So can I join you ladies? Or is it rude to invite myself to join you for a drink?” He was flaunting his flirtatious arrogance like the peacock so many humans equated the Centauri with. They sat up and Na’Loth poured him a glass of Brivari. He took it from her as he sat on the couch with the girls.
Na’Loth’s brow furrowed as if she was contemplating something and she glanced between Alexia and her friend. “Um... this is...um…Ivy... well not really... um... we just call her that... her name is really Isadora.” Alexia grinned she was so cute when she had drank too much. “And this is Lord Silas.”
Ivy, as Na’Loth had called her, playfully smacked her shoulder. “I know who he is we met this morning. It is a pleasure to see you again My Lord.” And with her words she leaned across Na’Loth and placed a kiss on his cheek. Alexia cringed waiting for the growls but they didn’t come. Instead the girls resumed their wrestling which he found, ironically to be over his white scarf. The same scarf that had disappeared earlier in the day. He laughed heartily finishing his drink. The rough housing was so childish, like two young girls with a crush on the same young man. The thought made his brow rise though it passed as quickly as it had appeared.
He watched them and playfully joked, “Am I going to have to separate you two?” His voice was filled with a mock fatherly tone as he grabbed hold of Na’Loth attempting to restrain her. She growled playfully and struggled to free her hands.
The Narn kicked at her friend who now possessed the “trophy”. Alexia watched the mischief spread through Isadora’s features before she pounced on Na’Loth spilling both women into Alexia’s lap. He looked down at them in surprise and laughed. He couldn’t resist and snatched the scarf from the girls holding it victoriously in the air.
“Hey!” Isadora cried out in defiance. “That’s mine.”
“It most certainly is not.” Na’Loth snapped frowning at Alexia. “Give it back.”
He laughed holding it out of their reach. “If I remember correctly this is indeed mine, and belongs to me.”
Na’Loth frowned playfully before poking him in the ribs. He hated being tickled and she knew it. He tried to fight Na’Loth off and in the process opened himself to a secondary attack from the Centauri on his other side.
He vainly tried to fight the two women while begging them to stop tickling him. He held Isadora at arms length and strained to hold his arm in the air as Na’Loth pulled on it. He grinned at Na’Loth, her crimson eyes dancing in naughtiness as she leaned in and gave Alexia a soft kiss.
His brow shot up wondering what her friend would think of her behavior and his for that matter but the thought passed as her lips trailed down to his neck. He took a deep breath allowing his eyes to flutter closed and that is when it happened. His eyes still closed he felt the full lips press to his. Alexia gave in to the persistence of the kiss and grabbed hold of the woman expecting it to be Na’Loth but instead he found silky Centauri fabric. His eyes snapped open in terror. “What have you done?” he mused his eyes meeting those of the now giggling Centauri woman.
He glanced between the two women bewildered by their actions and afraid Na’Loth would fly into jealous fury. Nothing happened and his brow furrowed in confusion. Na’Loth raised her finger and brushed his lip gently. He watched her study the red smug on her finger before she burst into laughter.
His brow furrowed even deeper, “What are you two ladies up to?”
They both smirked and that’s when he realized the situation. “Great Maker.” He mumbled causing them to giggle harder. In his mind he finished the sentence. “They’re both trying to seduce me.” A smirk spread on his face as the ways to take advantage of the situation seeped into his mind.
His eyes opened and he again found himself staring at the still form. She had been like that for five days now, almost lifeless. Her temperature was now dropping, a sign that he only had a few more days to find something to save her. He sighed feeling the tears stinging in his eyes.
“My Lord.” The voice was soft and warm as was the hand that brushed his cheek. “You should try and sleep.”
He took her hand and pressed it to his lips. “You should be resting as well.” He countered with concern as he studied Isadora in the dim light. She walked around the chair; though he noticed over the past few days it had become something more of a waddle. He gave her a half smile running his hand over her full stomach. Isadora’s blood pressure had plummeted not long after they left to find Na’Loth on Narn. That had been seven days ago, the child could be born at anytime now but there was danger. The stress of seeing her friend in such a state had brought illness. She had all but stopped eating since Na’Loth’s arrival three days earlier. The stress of giving birth now could kill her and prolonging the pregnancy carried the same risks. He looked past her to the still form. He stood at a moment where he could lose everything he held dear in one moment. The tears came back to his eyes and he buried his face in Isadora’s dress for comfort and to hide the crying that wounded his pride.
“My love.” He felt the hand cradling his cheek as she continued. “Na’Loth is strong. She will not leave us. Besides the treatments still may help.” She turned his face to hers and smiled. “You should come to bed for awhile.”
He shook his head defiantly. Isadora sighed at his stubborn nature and sat on his lap. “Then I will stay here with you.”
Alexia pressed her cheek to his shoulder and silently prayed for the safety of his wives. The warmth of her body and the comfort of her embrace brought relaxation and moments later sleep as his eyes drifted closed.
The dreams started as they always did. He was in the guest suite; Na’Loth curled against his left side and Isadora on the other her face snuggled against his neck. It was how they slept when they had the privacy to be together and in his dream he slipped into sleep.
Time seemed indeterminate and he woke to a dreadfully cold room. His breath puffed clouds as he opened his eyes in dim morning light. The stench of decay and death soon found him and he gagged. Attempting to sit up, Alexia found something was holding him down. He blindly grasped at the source of his restriction only to find stiff, cold fingers. Alexia always looked at Na’Loth first, her eyes missing and cheeks sunken in. He screamed but no sound came. The cold air burned as it filled his lungs. His eyes then turned to Isadora her skin grey and distorted. He scrambled to remove the covers but it only revealed more horrors. The blanket gave way revealing Isadora’s body, the lower half caked with dry blood but it was the small rotting form nestled against the curve of her body that caused him to flee in terror.
He escaped the bed, tumbling on to the cold wood floor he heaved and retched from the sights and smells that assaulted his senses. Feebly he crawled toward the door scrambling to rid himself of the spectacle. Eventually he managed to pull himself to his shaking legs and threw open the door to the hall.
It was not the hall that confronted him but the foyer in his own estate on Centauri Prime. He looked down and saw Gunrunner, his brother, sprawled on the floor, Valerie’s body protectively covering his chest. The tears and his blood still wet on her face. Alexia’s eyes filled with tears and he stood paralyzed in the door way.
A muffled cough filled the small room and looking closely he realized his brother was still attempting to breath through the blood pouring from his mouth. Alexia tried to race to his brother who lay drowning in his own blood but the air was thick as tar and he could barely move. Before he could reach his side the coughing subsided.
He looked across the foyer his mind now turning to his sister and mother who may still be alive somewhere. He walked down the hall toward the bedrooms. Another group of forms lay before the door to his room. Janus lay across Taren’s small body. From the position he had obviously been using his own body as a shield to protect the boy. It proved futile as Alexia noticed the huge hole that tore through both bodies. He looked away trying not to think of the scene.
Hesitantly he opened the door and stepped into his own room. Finally relief had come in part as he saw the two huddled forms in the corner. They looked at him first in surprise and then alarm. “Hurry close the door.“ Isadora begged but it was too late. A tremendous force blasted through the door splintering it all around him as he hit the far wall. His last conscious thought was the excruciating agony of his leg being crushed.
His eyes flickered open only to squint in the blinding light. He was restrained on his back somehow though he couldn’t be sure how or even where he was with the light blinding him. Soon it was pushed away and as his vision cleared he saw a malicious looking Centauri standing over him. Alexia began to hear screams in the room both familiar. One the pained scream of Isadora the other the angry yelling of Na’Loth though his mind was still foggy from being unconscious and he couldn’t make out what they were saying.
He watched the Centauri motion to someone out of his range of sight as he heard Isadora’s screams muffle and then stop. Another sound came to his ears in the room, the crying of a child.
He watched the hands pass the still bloody babe to the Centauri. They were spotted hands, a Narn. The child was newly born its umbilical chord still attached. Alexia instantly recognized the child, it was his son, he knew the mind.
The Centauri laughed. “Such a nice young boy but we can not stand the screaming." Alexia watched helplessly as the child dropped from his hands followed by a crushing sound and the crying ceased. Alexia was devastated; his mind seemed to stop all function to horrified to go on.
“Opps.” The Centauri mocked. "It seems I have dropped him. Oh well, not like you’ll care soon.” Alexia struggled against his bonds as his mind came back online, fury seethed in his veins. Straining he saw Isadora chained to the far wall her belly flayed open. He sunk back down against the table snarling.
“Ah... don’t be angry.” The Centauri continued to mock him. “She just wouldn’t give the child to us, so we had to take it.” He made a grasping motion before Alexia’s face and his blood boiled. Alexia struggled against his bond with all his might as he saw the Narn approaching Na’Loth. Her eyes were full of terror as he raised the knife.
Alexia snarled in anger as he felt his left arm break free. He fought the Centauri with his left hand as he wrestled with the bonds on his right. The metal cuff chewed into his wrist.
A choked laugh came from the Centauri as he was struck over the head. His mind swam into darkness with the sound of Na’Loth’s pain filled screams.
Alexia’s eyes flew open with a gasp. His body was covered in a cold sweat, still panicked from the dream.
Isadora was still there her eyes full of concern. “You should try to sleep a bit more.”
“I have had enough” he snapped. Isadora relented and rested her head back on his shoulder. His voice softened as he toyed with her hair. “First we are going to get you back to bed, and then I am going to perform a miracle if I can.” His eyes wandered to Na’Loth. Isadora’s gaze followed his to the Narn woman and she began to cry softly knowing by his words that there wasn’t much hope for her friend.
He held her tight and whispered. “We will all make it through this.” He said it as much to comfort himself as to comfort her. He was filled with apprehension. Alexia felt that all of the women he cared for were standing at death’s door. The frequency of Adira’s death visions, Isadora’s fragile health and Na’Loth’s poison ridden body plagued him. He sighed pushing back the growing anxiety and prepared himself to go back to work.
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| Too many hands in the candy dish |
[Jul. 14th, 2005|01:07 pm] |
OOC: Takes place the night of these events
Alexia woke slowly it was still dark and he smiled remembering the evening and still slightly drunk. The smooth skin and unusual breathing pattern of a sleeping Narn filled his senses as he drifted back to sleep unwilling to move yet from such a blissful place.
He was drifting back to sleep when he felt the hand on his cheek. He was about to make a witty comment when he smelled the perfume. His eyes shoot open in the dark as he felt the hand trailing down his chest collide with the one that already lay there. He cringed as both women cried out in surprise. “This is going to get ugly all too fast.” He mused.
The bedside light came on and Alexia glanced between the scowling Centauri and the growling Narn. There was a childish urge growing, one that encouraged him to cover his face with a pillow and hide.
“A..A..Narn!!” Palen screeched her face contorted in disgust. “How could you do this?” He sat up covering his face with his hand in drunken uncertainty.
She slapped him hard and he heard Na’Loth snarling from somewhere behind him.
“Lady Palen?” He briefly wished it had been Lady Deljah who had come in. She was a little more tolerant and perhaps could have been persuaded but Palen was like a rock, an angry one at the moment. He was in shock and stared at her dumbfounded. It was bad enough if two mistresses met but this, this could be the very definition of hell.
“What is that creature doing in your bed?” He would have scowled and became furious at any other moment for such an insult to Na’Loth but at the moment he was still too shocked to react. He only looked at the Narn now sitting next to him wrapped in the sheet. She was very beautiful and her spot pattern was quite charming.
Palen smacked him again, harder this time no doubt for his admiration of the Narn. His attention came back to her but he didn’t know what to say.
“They warned me about you. I should have listened.” She was boiling like a teapot left on the fire too long, except this one had long since boiled over and was on the verge of exploding. She pointed viciously at Na’Loth. “...And you, you little speckled whore. You will regret this.” She stormed out slamming the door behind.
Alexia sighed. It was the most unbelievable and absurd thing that had ever happened and he wondered if he would wake and joke with Na’Loth about this silly dream in the morning but her words said otherwise.
“This is not good, not good at all.” She sat staring and blinking at Alexia in disbelief.
Alexia was finally getting over the shock and the slaps. He turned rubbing his cheek now red with hand prints. He smiled pulling her into his arms. “Don’t worry I won’t let them harm you.” He said as comfortingly as possible kissing her forehead.
“I was worried about you.” She sighs feeling the fear rising inside.
“About what? one more woman after my hide.” He was already disgusted by the turn of events.
“You!” Na’Loth’s words were an angry grumble of jealousy. She did nothing to hide her hatred for all of the Centauri women she knew flocked around him.
“I just want you to have a wide selection of target for that temper of yours.” He smirked. She didn’t want to but she started to giggle.
Becoming more serious she looks into his eyes. “What do we do now?” She was afraid.
“Wait.” His voice was determined. “Wait for them to come to us.” |
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| Lovers reunited - Death is but a small price for your heart |
[Jul. 13th, 2005|12:06 pm] |
It still feels like our first night together
Feels like the first kiss
and It's gettin' better baby
No one can better this
I'm still holding on and you're still the one
The first time our eyes met it's the same feelin' I get
Only feels much stronger
and I wanna love ya longer
You still turn the fire on
So If you're feelin' lonely.. don't
You're the only one I'd ever want
I only wanna make it good
So if I love ya a little more than I should
Please forgive me I know not what I do
Please forgive me I can't stop lovin' you
Don't deny me
This pain I'm going through
Please forgive me
If I need ya like I do
Please believe me
Every word I say is true
Please forgive me I can't stop loving you
Still feels like our best times are together
Feels like the first touch
We're still gettin' closer baby
Can't get close enough
I'm still holdin' on
You're still number one
I remember the smell of your skin
I remember everything
I remember all your moves
I remember you
I remember the nights ya know I still do
"Please Forgive Me" -Bryan Adams
Alexia sat alone in the sunroom. He couldn’t sleep; the nagging pain and loneliness in his hearts wouldn’t allow it. Had he known she would be here, that he would see her, he wouldn’t have come at all but it was too late for that now. He was to marry a “traditional” Centauri woman soon to secure his position as head of his house. The thought made him sigh heavily. This would be the last time he would be able to see the woman who held his hearts and it was not a thought he much liked. The woman who was soon to become the Matriarch of House Silas despised the Narn and had demanded he end all interaction with them, even business deals. She would hardly let him keep one as a mistress. The thought of issuing a hit on her passed through his mind as he stared out into the moonlight but he couldn’t justify it. She was a rather sweet and kind of pretty woman despite the huge thorn she had stuck in him with her demand.
He stood defiantly and straightened his coat. He wasn’t ready to give up on this just yet as he walked off to the gardens. He couldn’t back down, not this time, if only because the idea of “next time” was getting less and less likely.
Na’Loth had been upset since she left abruptly from the festival to be alone. She had spent the past year forcing herself to forget but now… now she felt that was no longer a choice. Electricity still arched across her skin from his kiss on her hand before he went to sleep. She could feel it, the huge lump growing in her chest, not from pain but from desire. The memories his touch had awakened, his kiss and passion now haunted her again. She cursed into the night as she felt the tears coming again.
She knew the instant he stepped into the open doorway. She hadn’t seen him. The chills of anticipation caused by his presence were enough and they came in waves even when his presence was still mentally unknown.
She didn’t turn to face him instead she wrapped her arms around herself and took a deep breath. She fought the tears and the memories as she heard his boots crossing the cobbles. She felt his arms and the soft fabric of his coat on her bare arms. She wanted to fall into his embrace and the comfort she found there but she couldn’t. She never could. To do so would sentence him to the death of a traitor and she would lose him permanently.
“Get away!” She snapped tearing herself from his embrace. “Don’t touch me.” She didn’t mean it and she hid the thought from him as best she could.
He grimaced, hearing the pain in her voice before he answered quietly. “I can’t do this anymore.”
Slowly she turned to face him. In his eyes she saw the pain, the only thing in the universe that made her cry. It broke her heart to see him like that, in pain and nearly breaking before her.
“I won’t run anymore, I can’t and if they want to kill me for it... well let them try.” The pain was turning to defiance and Na’Loth knew what he was about to say. She could see it in his eyes long before she heard the words.
“Na’Loth, I can’t live like this. I... “ He paused taking a deep breath. “..I love you too much to be without you.” There was a tense almost pleading quality to his voice and she imagined the day had opened the same wounds in his hearts as it had in hers. Na’Loth turned away and sighed. She couldn’t bear to see him break down again, especially when she knew she was the cause of the pain.
“If you can’t admit what you feel then at least tell me to go away so I can try to forget and imagine that it doesn’t hurt you when I am away.” There was something in his voice. She couldn’t quite name it but whatever it was it demanded an answer.
She turned back to him but she couldn’t bring her gaze to his eyes.
Alexia knew the turmoil. He had been battling with it in the sunroom. “Walk away from your hearts or condemn yourself to death.” He silently wished that she didn’t have to face such a choice but he needed an answer. He touched her cheek and turned her face up to look in her eyes. “What do you want from me? What do you want me to do?”
The questions were simple but Na’Loth barely heard them. They were muffled by the pain in his eyes and the blinding desire that his touch ignited in her. Her eyes and voice filled with a panicked fear. “Alexia, What are we going to do?” She looked away, afraid.
When her eyes drifted back to his the pain was gone and she saw only the love she had seen on occasion so long ago.
“Na’Loth.” He sighed. “I am getting old. Soon enough I will have no more chances to ask for you to love me.” He glanced away.
The tears came to her eyes in torrents. She knew he was sincere and that made the statement all the worse. After all of these years his hearts were still waiting for her. He could have anyone, remain in safety, walk away but he refused. Her mouth opened but she couldn’t speak.
She had to express what she was feeling; it couldn’t wait for her voice to return to her. She grabbed hold of him as if he might disappear again as he had done in the past. She pressed her lips to his in a kiss of pure fire, fueled by year of longing and unfulfilled desire. They hadn’t touched for years and it had been even longer since they dared to touch each other as lovers.
She had always refused her feelings, to protect him, but now he had gone as far as he was willing. There was a strange relief deep inside of knowing this was his choice. That he no longer recognized the consequences or at least abandon himself to ignoring them. There was nothing left for her to do but stand beside him and wait for what was to come.
He held her tightly after the kiss afraid she would be torn away if he let go.
“I love you Alexia.” She whispered admitting it to him as well as herself simultaneously.
“I know.” There was pain in his words again. He tried to let go, knowing that if someone saw, one word would tear them apart forever but he refused. “Let them come” he thought, “I will slaughter them like lambs.”
He felt her face press into his chest and the tears wetting the cloth. “Don’t leave me.”
“I have never left you.” He hugged her tighter and whispered. “I have always told you that I would make you my wife if those bastards would let me. I still mean it.”
She looked up into his eyes and saw the angry defiance. Soon his thoughts came back to her, the comfort of his entire presence. She craved that intimacy when she was alone. The closeness she could never find among her own people. The thought that she heard made her cheeks burn, though her skin did not betray her growing blush.
She covered her mouth with her hand, a very Centauri reaction that made him smile. “Do you think of nothing else.” She accused him giggling from behind her hand. The pain and fear now abated by a simple promise.
“Do you think I am going to remain clear headed after a kiss like that?” He smirked.
“I am glad you are not.” His presence brought out every ounce of mischief that she could muster. “You want a drink?”
“Of course.” He turned to follow her giggling shadow into the house and silently thanked Li for her blessing and as an extra measure and suspicion he thanked G’Quan. It couldn’t hurt. |
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