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| Mira | Jul 26 2008, 10:56 AM Post #1 |
I don't know if life is greater than death but love was more than either
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The day was nice and crisp, a fresh spring morning that couldn’t have been prettier. A soft, but warm breeze was shuffling through the leaves in the trees above, and the tiny silver stream splashed and gurgled contentedly as it made its way to the sea. The soft grass made for a delightful carpet beneath the girl’s bare feet. She was walking alone on this beautiful day, trying to get a breath of fresh air. She had been cleaning in the house already that morning, long before her fiancé woke up. It wasn’t that it was that messy…she just wanted to see where everything was and to learn what all was in their home to be. So, here she was, taking a nice stroll, looking for some flowers for their table. Not just for their table either…she was going to pick some for herself. She was planning on telling Aen today that she had decided on a wedding date. Only problem was it was going to be very soon…like within the next week. She couldn’t and didn’t want to wait any longer than necessary, so might as well hurry things up a bit. She’d already had enough trouble with healing and wanting to be in his room, but, when she found out that he’d put her in the master bedroom, she’d managed to move herself the next morning into a guest bedroom, which was almost as nicely furnished. Aen had made a fuss over it, but he knew her reasons, and she was more than happy that h honored that request of hers. Mira was nearly well, in fact all she really had left was a few bruises and scars, but she would live with them easy. She just worried about what Aenarion thought of her body…it wasn’t perfect by any stretch of the imagination, and she had scars all over her body. Not like she’d had a lot of choice in her life, but she was still alive so she couldn’t complain much. Once the flowers were gathered, Mira headed back to the house, slipping into the kitchen and settling the flowers in a vase filled with water. The colorful blooms spilled over in abundance onto the table, and it made Mira smile to see it. She left the dining room with it’s new decoration, and she headed back into the kitchen, gathering up the stuff to make breakfast with. She hummed and sang softly as she worked, her bare feet padding softly on the wooden floor, the light blue dress she was wearing setting off her brilliantly violet eyes rather nicely. |
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| Aenarion | Jul 28 2008, 04:26 PM Post #2 |
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Aenarion had slept on the floor, and he sat up quickly hearing the door close. He itched the top of his head and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes before yawning a second time, and standing up. He had been uncomfortable in the bed, it was much too big for one person. It had hurt his feelings that she moved to the guest room, but he said nothing of that to her. He understood, the temptation would be too much, but either way. In gray clothes that were extremely loose on him, he stepped out of his room, his bare feet cold against the wood. She must have gone out before he got up, maybe to visit the dragons, oh well, maybe he could suprise her with something before she came back. His heavy, unwatched footsteps carried him down stairs and outside the kitchen, he heard rattling. How had she managed sneaking out without him hearing her? He grinned, to himself, the woman was still as sharp as a dagger, then. "Good morning." He said, crossing the room quickly to kiss her before picking up some left over bread and taking a bite out of it. When she gave him a look, he shrugged. "I've got a big appetite, I don't want you to struggle TOO hard to fill 'er up!" He said to her, the food holding back his laughter, patting her on the rump before exiting the room with a cup of tea. He pushed the door open with his back, a man who delighted in the simple joys. New flowers cascaded over the dining table. He took one of the flowers out and sniffed at it. At least he could say he stopped to smell the flowers today, besides, he wasn't exactly hitting the ground running, afterall. Taking another wiff of the flower, he sighed thoughtfully, looking out the window at the nearby trees, thinking of a garden. He still hadn't scouted the whole place for dangers, but he was sure any big game would have already been hunted down by the dragons. Few rivaled the power of a dragon. He wasn't sure what she was planning on making, or if the bread was supposed to be part of it, but he was sure it would be fine all the same. He wondered when she would tell him when she was ready to tie the knot. Wilst they had agreed to, they had not quite set a day or location. He didn't mind, having waited over a hundred years for this, he could wait a few more days or weeks, however long it took her. He didn't know how long he could take the seperate rooms, but he would be okay in the mean time. He pressed the flower back in with the others neatly. He had never had a keen eye for flowers, or even plants, unsure of which kind from another other than the more common ones from some of the rare ones. Vallenwoods were easy to point out, and so were oak. However, flowers? All were the same for the most part. He smiled, but these were so much different than all the others, they had been touched by his love. He sat down thoughtfully and sipped at his tea, waiting on Mira wilst taking chunks from the bread as he decided he wanted to chew on something. |
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| Mira | Aug 10 2008, 02:46 AM Post #3 |
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A soft greeting, and a warm kiss, and Mira smiled broadly. Aen had heard her, it appeared. Well, not like she cared…she wanted to be around him more than anything, and it was nice to feel so wanted and loved. She kissed him on the cheek as he reached across in front of her to grab some bread from the day before. He took a massive bite, and she looked at him, wondering just how she was going to feed such a hungry monster…and when the kids started arriving, what then? She’d have to put him to work, it appeared, but the thought of him working made her chuckle. She couldn’t see him as anything more than what he was…a man that was here with her…she didn’t want that to change any time soon, definitely. He patted her rear affectionately, and she gave a slight squeak at the touch. She still wasn’t used to such play…it had been too long since her last bout of fun like that….anyway. She gathered up some more bread, some fruit, and a pitcher of water from the counter. With skilled handling and steps, she carried the food over to the table and set it in front of Aenarion, before walking back to get plates for them both, as well as two glasses. She set those also before Aen, and she began to fill her plate, passing the food toward him with a smile. Might as well get it over with now… ”Aenarion, I’ve been thinking, and I was wondering if we could possibly try to get married by the end of this week? There is no need to plan for much, since I know very few people, and I don’t know about you, but I’d rather have a small ceremony than a big one anyway. And, I don’t want to wait any more…we’ve had plenty of time.” She hoped that he wouldn’t be upset with her for choosing a rather close date, but she couldn’t wait to be married, just to be his wife and companion, and for springing it on him. With a slight smile, she took a bite of a strawberry and waited for his answer. |
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| Aenarion | Aug 10 2008, 03:57 AM Post #4 |
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He rather liked the suprised sound that came from her after his flirtatious gesture. They already seemed like a married couple. They talked through gestures for the most part, forcing those words they could have wasted into simple gestures. It all worked for him, he talked rarely anyway, he was a man of motion, afterall.. Well, that was a lie. He spent had spent many days lazing about doing little to nothing and accomplishing to only make himself unhealthy. He finished the bread before she walked in, and the tea. She seemed to carry so much in her arms at once it alarmed him. He had never understood how ladies could carry objects like that. He could never recall holding more than three things at a time, yet she successfully carried several. He counted each object in his head. Bread.. Fruit.. And a pitcher of water. Had it been him, half the fruit would have been on the floor, along with the water. He felt like a little boy being served at a fancy dining hall. The thought made him feel special. When she started piling food in front of him, his stomach roared as she left the room. He grinned at started shoveling fruit into his mouth as she walked in and out of the room. When she finally sat down and began putting stuff on his plate, he was already half full. He gave a content smile that revealed some bread between his teeth, which he got out with a fingernail. She brought up the date and his smile broadened. Yes, a small ceremony would do. "That is fine with me, just a few friends I would have to pick up first.. Right as soon as I locate them. You can work on finding someone who will marry us while I get the people that'll come. I think I can finish by the end of the week. Deal?" He asked, holding out his hand in a mock business like manner. With his other hand, he lifted the pitcher and poured them each water, and took a sip from his glass, still holding his hand outstretched. "Would you like to have it here or in town? If you want to have it here, my friends could sleep on the floor or in a chair. And another can sleep in the guest room." He told her. "As long as they are out late drinking or something. Anything to keep them away from here the night we're married." He said with a naughty look on his face, which was accompanied by a short laugh. "And of course the giants will need to come, Shaara might get a little annoyed if we didn't invite them. So, I guess with them alone, it'll be a big wedding. Afterall, who has -dragons- attend their ceremony, eh? It'll surely be a day to remember." He said, his mind slowly wrapping around each event, the dance in particular. "There will be a dance, right?" He said, as if making sure. He had no clue how to dance, last time he had, it had been like he had two left feet. The poor woman just wasn't a match for him. She liked dancing and music, and he liked laying back and enjoying a peaceful day. This bundle of excitement changed all of that, though. |
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| Mira | Aug 16 2008, 10:23 AM Post #5 |
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There was a smile on Aenarion's face that made Mira's heart flutter. What was it about that man that made her feel so...so alive and on fire? She was wanted, loved, needed....it was such a nice feeling. That was why she did what she did. It made him happy, and that was all that mattered to her. IN the end, she would give up everything in this world just to see him smile. "What if we are married here, down by the stream, and then we have the reception down in the meadow, just beyond that? Its far enough away from the house that we would have privacy for our first night together, and the noise fo the party would be far away. It would be probably the best plan...unless you wish otherwise? And yes, that is just fine...I can find someone in that time, as well as all I'll need to get ready. And, yes, there should be a dance...I love dancing...haven't done it in years but I still remember how to scoot around a dance floor" SHe wanted him to have fun in this too. With a playful wink, she downed the last of her own food, and the water as well, then began to clear the plates from the table. It was amusing to her the way that he asked about dancing...it was almost like he didn't know how to...perhaps she could teach him some between now and the end of the week... |
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| Aenarion | Aug 17 2008, 04:37 AM Post #6 |
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"Near the stream it is, I will have it booked as soon as possible!" He proclaimed humorously. He quickly put as much food in his mouth as he could before she could take his plate when she stood up. Once it was all chewed up and swallowed, he took to his desk. He put on his seeing glasses which fixed his eyesight as far as letters went. He took a quill out of the ink and began writing on the nearest piece of parchment. For a moment, he thought about what to write and who to write to, then got to work. Dear Mira, I know it's silly to write this, but I love you! You roll your eyes now, but there is still a smile on your face, goodnight. With tender care and love, Aen. He chuckled to himself and went up stairs to put it under her pillow where she would find it before she went to bed at night. Just a small gesture from him that put her to bed with a warm heart. His eyes wandered about the guest bedroom thoughtfully. Flowers by the window, it was a nice set up. She had got up without making her bed, evidently not putting much thought into it. "She's probably not used to having a home to sleep in.. Niether am I.." He thought out loud as he made the bed for her so she could sleep in undisturbed cushions. He left the room and closed the door quietly, not wanting her to think he was snooping. He tip toed down stairs and opened the front door, going outside. He had not been out yet today, but he would soon be back into travels for the week. He would leave tommorrow, and take her wherever she needed to go, then they would be parted until the ceremony. It ebbed at him, to be away from his new life and to shift back into the old one. However, he wanted his friends to be here on this special day. Besides, he thought, he had not seen some of them in over fifty or sixty years. He wasn't even sure anymore. He hoped he could find them in time, afterall, they were still doing what he used to do, before the assassin work. They snooped around the dark places in the world, rooting out any threats to life they could. The lycanthrope and his wolf companion, and of course the little gnome. He had several other friends as well, to find. The inn keeper who had kept Luna under his roof and took care of her, for example. The midwife that had been on standby to help her give birth. He had forgotten the man who was to marry them off. Maybe Mira had someone special in mind, he sure hoped so. |
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| Mira | Sep 24 2008, 12:18 AM Post #7 |
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With a small sigh, Mira hauled off the plates and dishes to the kitchen, washed them, put away whatever food was leftover, and made sure everything was tidy. It took about half an hour, for she wasn’t used to the kitchen yet with all its nooks, crannies, and interesting things hiding in drawers and cabinets. It really didn’t matter now if she took a good look around…after all, this was her home now. With a slow stretch, she eased her side, rubbing it carefully. The scar that had been etched into her skin was still fresh enough to give her some small discomfort, but it was merely a nagging thing. All wounds healed in time, and apparently, she had more time than she’d ever expected to have. There was something about her elven blood that she was concerned about, and that was the fact that she knew so little about her past, who she was, and where she came from. It was hard being a no one with no knowledge really, of who your parents were. She remembered a little before her kidnapping, but those memories were few, and growing hazier by the day. The kitchen finally clean, Mira stepped back up to her room, seeing the bed made neatly, and the room all in order. Apparently Aen had come in and made her messy bed for her…that was certainly sweet of him. She hadn’t been in a bed in a long time…last time she’d even slept on something that comfortable, it’d been her first night with Draco, and even then that was only that one night. She was always the wanderer, never having a home or a place to stay. With that sad thought in mind, she dressed quickly in her black clothes, the only things she had that were even halfway decent, and stashed a few of her favored weapons in among the folds of cloth. To her back she strapped her bo, the worn wood smooth in her lithe and skilled hands. She had learned to depend on this simple weapon for much, and it had saved her life more than once. Pulling her ebony hair back into a loose bun, a few wayward curls falling around her eyes, she clipped on her cloak, the ends of the bo coming from both sides of the cloak. She was ready to go into town, eager to get her errand run and her business finished…she’d need clothes, definitely, and then the business off the wedding planning – that wouldn’t take much would it? – and then some other small matters that were nagging at her, and she would be done. No more than two or three days in town… Perhaps, she mused to herself, Aen would let her take one of the dragons with her so she could get some of her work done privately…not that he couldn’t be around, but she wouldn’t want to be slowed down by an extra person. She had some searching of the house where she was first used as a man’s toy to do, and inside, she hoped to find some record of who – or what – she really was. |
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| Aenarion | Oct 1 2008, 10:23 AM Post #8 |
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Aenarions eyes wandered over the area in front of their house. A stream nearby, he could smell the water from here, and the trees. The birds whistled and he wished to whistle back, but he did not know the songs of such creatures. At one time, he probably had, but now he only knew two languages, common, and the language of elves. Even that would be rough on his tongue, and he hoped that no dire need for it would come up. He took a large breath of air and let it out before stepping back inside to his warm and cozy home with his bride-to-be. He closed the door just as she touched the last step of the stair case. She was dressed for travel, but he ignored it. Soon he too would be out the door going off on some adventure to who knew where. Typical of him, would he ever give up that part of him that hungered for an adventure? It was tough to say, he was at conflict. He would settle down and he would have to find time to travel - this time bringing his family with him. It would be a good life, he knew. "Leaving so soon?" He groaned with a smile. She would be fine, though it still worried him. She had been through so much and, he had sworn he would never let her out of his sight again, or never split up with her. What had happened last time? Would he never learn his lesson? This time, he would plan ahead. "I guess so.." He said without waiting for a response. "Perhaps Malys and Shaara will go with you, they probably wouldn't mind. Can't follow you exactly, but they can drop you off somewhere and wait for you to come back." He said to her, lieing. They would follow high above, in the clouds so that she couldn't see them. He doubted she'd mind but he didn't want protest. She would be safe, and they would act as his embracing arms, so that she would never leave his sight. His eyes took in her entire body, drawing a picture of this woman before him. His heart felt like breaking with love as he walked to her and embraced her and kissed her with passion, picking her ever so slightly off her toes. He wanted to remember everything, even if they would only be gone a week, as if she were right there with him. Including the taste of her lips. "I'll probably follow before the day is out, shouldn't take long for me to get the things I need. I doubt we're going in the same direction, but i'll see you when we get back. No doubt in my mind -- We will have a great wedding. I'll get some people to work on it before i'm gone, probably people from Seraye. Then there will be friends and music, so much to tend to, but I will have it taken care of, you can count on me boss!" He said, stepping back and making a mock salute, ridiculing the life of an employee. He laughed and kissed her again before wrapping his arm around her shoulders and leading her out the door. Not to say he wanted her out in a rush, but just understanding that they had a week to get whatever it was they wanted done, finished. That wasn't very long, not in real time. For him it would take such a long time for the week to wittle by and for them to be wed, such a long time. |
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| Exodus | Nov 24 2009, 01:53 PM Post #9 |
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He nodded, glad that she had calmed down at least a little. He knew though, now that it was Mira, the real Mira, not her daughter, or cousin, or sister, or whatever he had tried t convince himself she was. He towered over her, and looked her over thoughtfully. He shook his head. “You have more a right to this place than you know you do.” He told her, tapping the key to his palm. “Why did you come back Mira? You should be buried by now, you were only human, or are you more than you thought?” He asked, more to himself, he turned from her and looked out the window that shed light into the room. “Your youth should have faded, if not your beauty, and yet it hasn't.” He muttered, and shook his head. “It's not important, I suppose.” He told her, turning back to face her. “You must have been lonely, and bitter. Did you kill the one who murdered him?” He asked, as if he wasn't that person. He knew the moment he told her she would try to kill him. Would he run? Would he kill her? He had killed others because he had committed crimes they didn't understand and so they had taken it into their heads to try to kill him. Perhaps he could let her kill him, though he would have no after life. He was not part of this universe by nature, and so his soul, or whatever it was he had as far as a spirit went, would just bounce off the walls of reality. His ending would not be a happy one, but he had at least experienced a few years of happiness, even if now he was lonely. “Aenarion...” He mumbled. “I am Exodus, by the way, though those who know me now, know me as John. He quoted Aenarion's words, the last words he had ever said to Mira. He wondered if she would remember him, for him, they were vivid only because that was all Aenarion thought of. He had forgotten to tell her that he had loved her more than anything. “ 'I'll probably follow before the day is out, shouldn't take long for me to get the things I need. I doubt we're going in the same direction, but I'll see you when we get back. No doubt in my mind -- We will have a great wedding. I'll get some people to work on it before I'm gone, probably people from Seraraye. Then there will be friends and music, so much to tend to, but I will have it taken care of, you can count on me boss!' “ He said to her. He turned to her then and bit his lip. He would accept the consequences for his actions now, if no other time. “Aenarion loved you more than life itself, Mira. The only thing he thought about as he died was about how he regretted not telling you so the last time he saw you.” He muttered, and tapped the key in his palm one last time before tossing it onto the bed. He strode out the door, figuring he would rather die in his sleep than right now if she were to come for him. He would make his way down stairs, and stop staring at the ground just outside the door. He remembered it as important, because it was the last time he also had seen Mira. |
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