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| Topic Started: Dec 28 2008, 12:37 AM (235 Views) | |
| Incognito | Dec 28 2008, 12:37 AM Post #1 |
The snake tempting you
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A light breeze flowed through the air, bringing the scent of the ocean and the soft sounds of young couples to Incognitos' senses, he turned his head from the beach out to look at the horizon, the sun was hanging just above the water, a glowing orangey-yellow ball being reflected by the blue sea, turning the sky pinkish purple, the suns final spectacle of the day, a last gift to the couples on the beach below. A crashing sound drowned out the voices causing Incognito to shift his gaze from the sun, back down the rocks below, the hypnotic sight of waves crashing against the rock, throwing up spray and briefly covering the rocks in white foam that danced its way back to the sea, only to be replaced by more. Incognito startled and took a step forward to correct himself, his foot nearly missing the edge of the cliff, he'd been caught out again by the hypnotic sea. He cursed himself for his stupidity, a fall down to where the foam danced would most certainly kill him, and although he was pondering some regrets in this beautiful place, he certainly had no intention of ending his life, I think that's puts me in the minority he smirked at his wit, and at the growing list of people who would attend his funeral to dance on his grave, he turned and started walking towards the beach and was suddenly struck by the images of her face, stopping him in his tracks, the events of that night flooded his mind, and caused his heart to sink, he pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind once more, and carried on towards the beach. He scanned along the beach, picking out the familiar faces, remembering his time with them, not on his beach of course, Incognito had long ago realised he could get anything he wanted without taking them here, he found a surprising number of women were a lot less 'moral' than they claimed to be, when presented with someone not so begging as the men desperately trying to impress here, yes, most of the girls here did like to wander on the dark side, and he was sure he could take any of them he wanted from their date if he liked. But for Incognito this was not what this place represented, he came here to contemplate actions he regretted. He has not trodden on these sands for quite a while. Once couple caught his attention as he passed them, the man was desperately trying to get his arm around the girl without her noticing, as-if that would somehow provoke her into something she was initially un-prepared to do, Incognito rolled his eyes, and a smile caught his lips as he had an idea. He turned and walked towards the couple, looking directly into the girls eyes, unblinking, she was fairly pretty, long blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing the type of clothing that promised much, but delivered little, generally the type of girl most guys drool over, but that he had got bored of a long time ago, he knew that the poor guy stood no chance of achieving his goal tonight. He reached the edge of the cloth they were lying on, causing the boy to startle and sit-up, the girl on the other hand had been meeting Incognitos' stare for a while now, and was not surprised to see him standing there. He bent down and grabbed her hand, pulling her to her feet, the movement caused her hair to fall in front of her eyes and he softly brushed it away with his fingers, before slowly moving them to her chin, lifting her head so her lips were in-line with his-own, he kissed her deeply, she did not resist, her body moved towards him as he ended the kiss, moving his face away, before smiling and pushing her gently, she was not expecting the move and fell back onto the cloth, laughing at the look on the faces of both her and her date, he turned and carried on walking down the beach, oddly pleased to have ruined the young couples evening. |
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| The Enchantress | Dec 28 2008, 05:39 AM Post #2 |
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“Excuse me! Could I have your attention please? Your attention! Yes! Hello! Ah, yes! Thank you. I regret to say that we have encountered a minor leak. No, do not panic! Everything will be fine! But we will have to put in at the nearest port to get it quickly fixed. No worries though! The nearest port is just a quarter of an hour’s sail north. Coral Cove! You will definitely not regret our stop there! It is a beautiful place, you will all love it, especially if you have your sweetheart with you. Delightful place to spend a romantic night. And do not worry if you do not have a sweetheart with you, the island is brimming with handsome young men and beautiful young women, you will surely…” Emmerdae stopped listening to the man's irritating voice. She got up slowly, weaved her way around the chairs and exited the cabin. When the door closed behind her the ship started rocking and she leaned against the wall until it was steadier. ‘Bloody hell!’ she thought to herself. ‘Just my luck that I pick the cheapest ship that also happens to be the ugliest and most unreliable one. And now we even have to make a stop at Coral Cove – 'a delightful place to spend a romantic night'! Hah!’ When the small ship finally put in at the little port of Coral Cove and she had stepped on the shore, Emmerdae had to admit that Coral Cove did seem to be at least half as beautiful as the ship’s captain had promised. The white sand beach stretched to her left licked by clear blue waves, and in front of her, next to the road that led to the little village, was a band of gypsies playing soft serenades. She could see couples swaying to the music, lying in the sand and swimming in the sea; she could even see a few men who seemed to be alone. Perhaps it was not such a bad place at all. When her belongings were stowed away in a room at the only inn on the island, she was finally able to explore. She had put away the two last gowns that she owned in her travelling trunk and had put on a black cotton dress, simple yet well-shaped. She took a small bundle with her, clutching it tightly in her hand. As she wandered she unfortunately did not stumble upon any of the men who appeared to be single, so she decided to sit down and wait for one. She sat next to a bush of pretty flowers, not far from a young couple lounging on a cloth. Emmerdae’s thoughts wandered. She thought of the handsome man who had come knocking on her door last night, but she had pushed him away. The bundle lay beside her; she pulled away the material revealing a small, rather ugly knife. It was crudely made, but it would do its job if it was ever needed. She thought of the man who had threatened her at the port, frightening her so that she had bought the knife. Holding onto its hilt she now used the material to shine the blade. She thought of the naked man she had met by the river just a week or two ago; her fist tightened around the hilt of the knife and her other hand, holding the material, squeezed the blade. It was only when she felt the sharp bite of the knife that the crimson curtain of anger faded away from her mind. She dropped the knife and the material, staring at the gash on her palm. The redness of her fury seemed to drip out of her with the thin line of blood that rose up. She grimaced and wrapped the material around her hand. A commotion to her left caused her to look up. The young couple was being disturbed by a man; she squinted but the sun was in her eyes, so it was hard to make out anything. She could see the silhouette of the girl: curvaceous, lithe, beautiful. Her blonde hair shone in the sun and she probably had sky-blue eyes, Emmerdae’s eyes narrowed. The disrupter pulled the girl up, they stood next to each other (shared a kiss? She wasn’t quite sure if she had seen that) and suddenly the girl fell back again. The laughter of man meandered to her ears. It was familiar, so familiar. ‘It’s been two weeks since you heard that laughter, so how can you still remember it! And before that you had never even set eyes upon him! It cannot be him!’ she thought to herself. Though she tried to convince her mind, her eyes brought the truth to her: it was him. He was walking away. Tall, robust, dashing. Oh gods! There he was, here on Coral Cove – a delightful place to spend a romantic night. ‘Bastard…’ She knelt her head down, pushing herself against the bush as he passed. When he had stridden past, she got up in one smooth motion, holding the knife in her uninjured left hand. She kicked off her sandals and with the couples’ gaze boring into her back she crept after him. It was hard to walk in the sand without tripping over, but her pale feet skipped along. Suddenly he stopped. It was the moment she had been waiting for. She reached her hand up and pressed the knife against his neck. He was so tall. “Hello Incognito…Hello coward,” she whispered. Emmerdae’s voice was just loud enough that it could be heard over the call of the sea but soft enough that the couple behind them would not hear. ‘Wow, you’re rather calm about this, girl,’ she told herself with surprise. What she did not know was that the anger was yet to surface. |
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| Incognito | Dec 28 2008, 09:17 AM Post #3 |
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The snake tempting you
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A glimmer of light caught his eye, the low sun reflecting off something shiny and silver, a coin perhaps? Incognito contemplated retrieving the object, it was true, he was beginning to feel lighter of wallet as of late, but to be seen scrounging around the beach for change? No that would not do at all. His mind went blank, all thoughts of the possible coin and his reputation parted, quickly replaced by the feeling of something cold at the back of his neck, something cold and sharp. The cold speared quickly, covering his body and freezing him in place, memories of his former tutor came flooding in, relentless training sessions in the art of battle, all ending the same way, with Incognito feeling the concentrated chill of a blade against his skin, the sign of defeat, even that outcome, now seemed to be useful, he calmed himself and forced his brain to think, he knew that time seemed to slow at such moments, and he felt the panic slowly abating. He was small, this attacker, Incognito could be fairly certain, anyone with greater reach would have picked a better spot to target, they might not be very experienced either, racking his mind to think of who he had offended that fit the profile, Maybe that kid had more balls than I gave him credit for... Halfway through creating an excuse for his behaviour that would calm the situation, at least enough for Incognito to draw his own blade, his attacker spoke. At-once he realised the mistake of only including men in his list of possibilities, her voice could not be mistaken, he heard the echoes of her screams when he slept and dreamt of that night, that wonderful night. A mix of emotions penetrated the enforced calm, fear, for he had truly angered this woman, and he knew only too well the truth of the saying about the fury of a woman scorn, along-side fear came excitement, at both hearing her voice again and from the proximity of her body, part of his mind, it seemed was still lingering on the feeling of her in his arms, shame also hit him, a renewed regret at his actions to drive the woman to this, another more familiar feeling of excitement too welled up, an opportunity to continue the game he'd abandoned. It had been along time since anyone of his toys had got the better of him, the part of his mind feeling shame grew at these thoughts, reminding the rest of his emotions why he had fled that serene pool, chastising them for creating this, the girl bent on revenge. “Emmerdae...” he muttered, quickly calculating the effectiveness of an apology, Not fucking likely the conclusion almost brought a smile to his lips. Instead, he would have to try and talk his way out of this, perhaps catch her up in the game once more, turn this hatred into something else. “If I knew you liked such things, darling, I would have brought my sword into the pool with us, rather than leaving it by the side.” Now he knew his assailant, his mind crafted a new strategy for battle, he shifted his weight slightly preparing his body to move. He dug his feet into the soft sand, and took a large step forward, turning as he did to face her, his hand instinctively fell to the hilt of his blade, drawing it from it's sheath and positioning it pointing towards her chest, causing the fading sunlight to dance over the blade. He looked at her, and once again admired her beauty, admiring too, the not as expensive, but still obviously well made dress, the black cotton contrasting with the white sand, but his eyes came to focus on hers again, rage piercing him through her dark brown eyes. The tip of his sword dropped into the sand, unable to aim it at this woman that inspired so many long forgotten emotions. “Emmerdae..” he started, but he couldn't finish his sentence, for all his skill with words, he was unable to think of how he could convey his feelings to this woman who bore so much righteous wrath. |
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| The Enchantress | Dec 29 2008, 02:04 AM Post #4 |
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The rage was a reassuring presence in her body, it seemed to heighten all her senses. She could feel the sun beating down on her back and hear the waves lapping at the sand to her left. She could smell his manly tang and see the glint of metal from his armour beneath his cloak. Emmerdae was so close to him; if she leaned forward just a little, the tip of her nose would touch his back, and if she moved her hand just a little, her blade would slice through a vein. Or would it? She glanced upwards. How did one locate a vein? Her hand trembled. She had never killed anyone; well, not directly. ‘He deserves it!’ she snarled to herself. ‘Does he?’ a voice asked abruptly in her mind. Her name. Emmerdae. He said her name out loud. She had remembered his voice perfectly, down to the softest timbre. Again, her hand trembled; her mind was blank and she felt a little nauseous. Perhaps he would apologise? Perhaps he had a teaspoonful of guilt in him that would send him down on his knee, spewing apologies, begging for mercy. He spoke, and she did not miss the emphasis on the word ‘darling’. Biting her lip angrily, Emmerdae pushed all thoughts of clemency away. He had not bothered lowering his voice, and the stares of the couple behind them grew more curious. “You...” she started to say, but her fuming voice stopped as he took a leap away from her and spun around to face her. Her hand, still holding the crude blade, dropped to her side. There was a flash of silver and a ringing sound that she had not heard before, and suddenly Emmerdae found herself looking at the tip of his sword, which was directed at her chest. A soft sound, something between a gasp and a squeak, escaped from between her lips, and her virulent eyes filled with flecks of fear. ‘He is going to stab me! He will kill me! Oh, what have I gotten myself into?’ Alongside the fear, however, her rage bubbled. How did he dare wave his sword in her face when she had a right- nay! A duty! – to be offended, and not just offended but foaming at the mouth angry! Was he such a beast that he would slay her on this beach, this picturesque beach teeming with starry-eyed couples? Did he not possess a single ounce of humanity or sensibility in him? The fear flooded away from her face and was replaced by a scathing look. Her dark eyes were lifted up to his eyes. His eyes were the exact shade of burnt umber in colour, which was such a curious blend of red and brown that she had been haunted by their beauty whenever she had let an image of him rise in her mind. ‘Monster. Barbarian. Inhumane.’ She repeated the mantra in her head, almost wanting him to pierce her so that the couples around them would stare at him with repulsion. The tip of his sword wavered and then dropped down into the sand. ‘Now he is too much of a coward to kill me,’ Emmerdae thought furiously to herself. Again he repeated her name, but this time it had no effect on her, expect perhaps it incensed her even more. “I hope you don’t behave so offensively to all your women. Or perhaps I should have learnt my lesson from last time, eh?” she spat. Emmerdae sucked in a deep breath and carried right on. “What have you to say in defence? Nothing? Perchance you shall try to run away now as well! Well, I won’t let you!” Quickly she switched her knife from her weak left hand to her injured right hand. Emmerdae let out a very unladylike howl and leapt towards him. It must have looked rather comical to those that had stopped to watch; a petite woman like herself attacking a large brute like Incognito. She gripped the blade tightly, too tightly, for it caused a ripple of pain through her palm, resulting in an inaccurate thrust. The blade that was supposed to have sliced open his neck was now aimed at his chest. |
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| Incognito | Dec 29 2008, 04:09 AM Post #5 |
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He was starting to regret not going with the apology, the fear that flashed in her eyes as he held her at bay with the point of his sword tore at him, the fear did not last long, and was soon replaced by a rage renewed, the words she spoke were venom, shaped into daggers by her hatred, and aimed directly at him, they pierced him deeply, flooding his veins with painful guilt, preventing him from responding. He saw her move the dagger to her other hand, her stronger hand presumably, and for the first time, caught sight of the crimson stained bandage that was crudely wrapped around her hand, the hand that now held her blade, the cut probably came from the blade she now wielded against him, Incognito remembered the days of similar injuries when he was in-experienced with blades. A noise pierced his ears, startling the onlookers and capturing the attention of any couples on the beach that has resisted the spectacle so far, they looked on with uneasy eyes. The noise was followed by a flurry of movement, as Emmerdae leapt towards him, weapon clenched tightly in her injured hand. Incognitos' mind calculated the path of the dagger, and his body instinctively prepared to move itself to parry the shot, his blade sharply rose, tossing white sand in the air, yet again time seemed to slow down, he watched as the grains of snow-white sand floated for a while in the warm breeze, before falling back to the ground, the wind causing his cloak to rise slightly off his back, and his black tunic to press against his chest. The shot was off target, at least it was if it was intended to kill, as a wounding shot it was not too bad, although her knife lacked the length to cause a wound that would stop reprisal and the fury of the attack had left her with no defence against a swift counter. He closed his eyes and was transported back to the pool, he could feel the spray from the waterfall on his back, hear the sounds of the surrounding forest descending into night, his hands wrapped around her, their bodies entwined with the gentle current passing around and between them, could hear her breathing softly, it was a scene that had haunted his dreams since that night, the fear of his emotions, true emotions, he cared for this girl, cared for her too much, these feelings he knew, would lead to ones of loss and sorrow, just like all those years before, he'd vowed he'd never feel so strongly for anyone again, for he could cope with no more loss, and so fear tormented any showing of real emotion, suppressing it, hiding it under his outside demeanour, but this woman had found a way into through all that and made her way to his heart, and this time the familiar scene of her in his arms, caused him to feel no fear, only regret at abandoning her, about abandoning the woman he loved. Slowly, he opened his eyes, the scene flooded his mind, pushing away the last remnants of the fantasy, her blade was approaching him, he was assuming a position of counter attack, a quick, instinctive strike to take advantage of her lack of defence. He stopped himself, and turned his body to face her fully, his sword fell from his hand, the impact causing it to bury itself into the sand slightly, his body was full of adrenalin, emotions too, were flowing around his body, a relief that he'd finally opened his heart to someone, and a love that conquered his fears of doing so. “I” His words were cut short as blade touched his skin for the second time, but this time the force behind it caused the skin to give way, pain shot through Incognitos' body, radiating from the wound as the knife dug deeper, the hilt finally preventing further penetration. “love you..” |
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| The Enchantress | Dec 29 2008, 07:23 AM Post #6 |
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<ooc> I never new Emmerdae had such a dirty mouth. I think Incognito should do something about it.  <ic> Never before had a man threatened Emmerdae with a sword. Or well, that was a bit of an exaggeration; she had been threatened by guards many times in the past, but never had someone threatened her with a sword in a situation like this, excluding those gentlemen who liked to play with swords while they played with their women, like Incognito had suggested. ‘I am merely a commoner, a woman of no consequential worth. I am not even a lady of noble birth, there is not much that would hinder a man from striking me down. But not for long! I shall be Queen of Avalon soon enough!’ But this was not the right time to be daydreaming of her coronation. Right before jumping at him, Emmerdae had thought it would be an arduous task. Not the jumping, but the stabbing. She had thought that her heart would quail with indecision and her mind would be repulsed by the aggressive and atrocious act. Conversely, it had, in reality, been an exhilarating move. A potent feeling of elation, an utterly absorbing sensation of power had coursed through her whole body from the crown of her head to the tips of her fingers and toes. So this was adrenalin. Though she felt completely alive, time seemed to work in the opposite direction: everything slowed down. She could see Incognito tense. Was that the sign of a counterattack? A defensive position? She knew nothing about fighting, only that her current attack was probably not the best. Emmerdae sailed through the air, her hair whipping about her face and sounds buzzing in her ears. There was barely any time to think or feel, but an inkling of surprise and uncertainty gathered at the corner of her mind. Incognito twisted his body, not away from her, but so that he was turned fully in her direction. His sword, which she had thought would fly up in defence, fell to the sand. What was he playing at? What trick was this? “I...” he said, and then Emmerdae and her knife thudded into him. A soft gasp escaped her lips, almost covering up the words that continued his sentence: “... love you.” She thought he had been wearing his armour, perhaps under the black tunic. Had she not seen the glint of armour under his cloak? Or had that only been a vision? Or the sun reflecting off the fibres of his tunic? She let go of the hilt of the knife in shock (her mind was too stunned because she had actually managed to stab him; so, for a moment, his proclamation of his love went unnoticed). To her surprise the knife did not fall to the sand, it stayed in his chest. Her fingers hovered next to the knife's hilt, until she gingerly touched the black tunic that was soaking up the blood slowly oozing from his wound, the wound she had caused. A spasm of pain made Emmerdae take a step back; but it was not his pain she was feeling, it was only her own wound that had caused that pain. She raised her eyes to meet his gaze. “Are...are you alright?” she asked slowly. ‘What a stupid question! You just stabbed him...you really think he’s alright? Holy shit! You may have just killed him!’ “Oh...Oh heavens...I’ve killed you, haven’t I?” It was only then that his words registered in her mind: I love you. “What?! You love me? Why would you love me? Oh shit, you’re dying and you love me...” Panicked? Oh yes! Emmerdae had no idea what to do. She knew one spell, and it did not happen to be a healing spell. She wondered if there was a single healer on the whole godforsaken island. She tried to assess the wound, how deep it was and how fatal it was, but she had no idea. Judging by the trickle of blood it did not seem too bad, but would the blood start gushing out if the knife was removed? Did he really love her? ‘He could be just saying that to stop you from being angry. Did you think about that, o wise one?’ a snarky voice said in her head. ‘Perhaps he even let you stab him so that...Oh, what a bastard!’ “You let me stab you, didn’t you!” Emmerdae accused loudly. A few people had gathered around, but none dared to get close. She thought she could hear some girl screeching or sobbing, perhaps one of Incognito’s sweethearts? Emmerdae was angry. “You let me stab you so that this island full of morons would think that I’m a crazy bitch! And then you finish off your act by declaring your love for me! Bravo, maestro! What a ridiculous move! You...You...You little fucker! I should have stabbed you to death at that bloody waterfall!” She jabbed a finger at his chest, hoping it hurt. “If you love me, prove it,” she snarled, suddenly. With a flourish, Emmerdae turned around. The couple Incognito had disturbed were directly behind her. The girl (yes, she did have blue eyes now that Emmerdae could see her closer up) shrieked. “Scram! Go! Get out of my way!” They stumbled to one side, and Emmerdae was quickly off, running as fast as she could over the sandy hills. Her cut stung and a single tear rolled down her cheek, but the tear had not been brought about by the pain from her wound. |
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| Incognito | Dec 29 2008, 10:38 AM Post #7 |
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He could not hear the words that she said, but a miss-spent youth had taught him to lip-read fairly well Are you ok? did the really ask that? It seemed to matter not, her concern was quickly overtook by the rage that still lingered, she was now speaking too fast for him to read, but the body language spoke loud enough, he watched as she turned and stormed away. He collapsed to his knees, breathless for a moment, his head a blur as he tried to think, numbness grew from the wound in his chest as blood trickled slowly down his chest, dizziness crept over him, threatening to make him collapse, taking slow deep breaths to regain his composure he looked down at the blade, trying to asses the damage. It wasn't too bad, but it would require some medical attention, the blood flow was being slowed by the dagger, removing it he decided, would be bad. Odd as it would seem, he couldn't help but examine her weapon of choice, a small cheap knife, and fairly new at that, it occurred to Incognito that the weapon had now served the purpose for which it was bought. A gift in a way, purchased especially for me, for this the thought led him along an interesting path, for as inexperienced as she surely was, it was obvious this was now a weapon designed to kill, indeed one would have to be very skilled to do someone in with a singular strike Maybe she just wants me to hurt like she does? If she were hurt, not merely angry, it is possible she shared some of his feeling? He tilted his head up towards the sky and screamed, the effort forced more blood from his chest, staining the white sand. Slowly, he raised himself to his feet again That didn't work as planned he knew that removing the knife would weaken him and he needed his strength for the game ahead, maybe he could spin this to his advantage, she had, after all, shown a second of remorse and Incognito was good a playing on such emotions. Bending down to retrieve his sword, he dusted the sand off himself and looked out at the beach, mortified onlookers returned his stare Guess no-one is getting any tonight he smirked. “ I think, she might be slightly mad” he said laughing, to no-one in particular. Incognito could see her still, and made for her direction. He passed the girl from earlier, she rose to her feet with a look of concern on her face, without breaking stride he shoved her again, sending her tumbling onto the boy frozen next to her, he lowered the point of his sword to the boys throat as he passed, daring him to make a move, but instead he stared back blankly, Incognito lifted his weapon again, and broke into a jog. He was gaining on his quarry, but was still not entirely sure what he would do when he got there, he considered throwing his sword at her, that would slow her down, he thought about it more, he might be able to do her some damage from this distance, but he realised he couldn't do that to her, he really did love this woman Damnit, this is why you said you wouldn't fall in love again Knowing he wasn't going to use it, he returned the weapon to the sheath at his side, the movement send a fresh wave of pain through him, a nice reminder of the dagger protruding from his chest, tripping over, would also not be a good idea. “Darling, you seem to have forgotten something!” he called after her, closing the gap between them, he started to run, ignoring the increased pain the action created. He was right behind her now, and reached out, grabbing her shoulder and turning her to face him, his momentum carried them both down to the ground, they landed roughly in the sand, Incognito's weight pinning her to the ground. “Here, you left this” he pulled the knife from his chest, blood flowed from the open wound, spilling down himself and staining her dress, grinning he offered her the blade, hilt facing towards her. |
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| The Enchantress | Jan 3 2009, 04:05 AM Post #8 |
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The single tear that had found its way down her cheek was soon accompanied by a whole platoon of tears; however, this platoon was a highly disorganised one with no lieutenant to march them down her cheeks. She wiped angrily at her face, willing the tears to evaporate, but her frustrated thoughts only brought forth another wave of them. The material she had first used to clean the knife and had then wrapped around her palm unravelled itself and got caught in her feet. She put it back in its place, examining the wound first; the bleeding had almost stopped, but the wound stung with vehemence. She carried on walking up over the sand dune. ‘I’ve killed someone...’ The thought was strange in her mind. It was like a shark that swam among her thoughts; first she would see its fin rising from the waves of emotions and then it reared its ugly head complete with shiny, sharp teeth. It was a vicious thought. ‘I killed someone. I have actually, intentionally killed someone.' She took hold of the memory of the man that had attacked her in the port of Avalon. His ruddy face had come right up close to hers, his sweaty right hand squeezing at her thin, pale throat, while the other hand tugged at her dress. Fear had gripped her, but a quick kick in the right area had provided her with an opening to escape. The next day, though fearful of leaving her room at the inn, she had gone out to the market and bought the knife. It had been nothing fancy; new and serviceable. Now she was certain that if she had had a knife when the man had attacked her, she could have killed him. Emmerdae heard Incognito scream. The sound rang in her ears long after its faint echoes had faded away. She picked up her pace, but the sand beneath her feet was treacherous and she soon found herself flat on the ground with sand sticking to her cheeks. She wanted to lie there, just lie there until he would come and ick her up and take her to the waterfall. And this time she would not have let him run away. ‘But he’s dead or dying...He could not come after you even if he wanted to.’ She pulled herself up, brushing sand from her white face and her black dress. Then she carried on with her escape. There was a collective hum of murmurs and gasps from the people who were on the beach. To her far left she could see couples and single men running towards her and the beach. ‘Of course...I’m a murderer now. They won’t let me escape without a punishment.' She had not heard the noises made by somebody’s approach until he called out, until Incognito called out. His voice would have been enough to stop her, but the sudden panic that thoughts of punishment had induced did not let her feet stop. What had she forgotten? She could not think of anything. Maybe he had taken something from last time? A part of her dress? Unexpectedly – how had he caught up with her so quickly? – his hand pulled at her shoulder and she was forced to spin around. For a frozen flash of a second her tear-stained face stared into his face until physics caught up with them and the energy of his run threw them to the sandy ground. Emmerdae shrieked, but the sound quickly turned into a stifled sob. He lay on top of her (‘Not for the reason I want,' a quiet voice interjected in her head); his heavy, masculine weight stopped her from moving, though just a light touch would have been enough to halt her. “Here, you left this,” Incognito said. His hand snaked to his chest and abruptly there was a cascade of crimson that splattered over them. Emmerdae blinked and the haze of red slowly cleared away to reveal Incognito offering her own pathetic knife in her direction, hilt first. ‘Oh...so this is what I forgot.’ For a very long moment – or at least, what seemed like a very long moment – she stayed very still, until finally she pulled out her arm and took the knife. Staring at its bloody blade she felt nauseated. Emmerdae flung the blade as far away as she could (which was not incredibly far away, as it only landed a metre or two away). The nausea was a sticky mixture of horror, rage and guilt. Her eyes began to blur with those annoying tears again, she blinked them away and took a deep shaking breath. His face, twisted with pain, was not far from hers, in fact it was very close. Emmerdae tilted her head up slightly and suddenly her lips were pressed against his. Their breaths mingled and her lips danced against his. She moved the hand she had used to throw away the knife, the hand with the material wrapped around it, and slipped it between their two bodies so that it was right below the hole she had made. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered the words into his mouth. ‘You fool! You fool!’ the voice in her head mocked, ‘This is why it was a good thing that he ran away from you in the first place! You weren’t supposed to meet him again!’ |
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| Incognito | Jan 3 2009, 07:42 AM Post #9 |
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Pain shot through him from the now open wound in his chest, he was having difficulty keeping his arm out-stretched, offering the bladeWill she finish me off? he had thought that bringing her face to face with her actions might cause her regret, but it was possible that she could get beyond that, and use her hatred to summon up one final strike, to the neck perhaps, or to the back, he knew that there were several places that one could inflict a fatal blow from this range, even with such a small knife. She took the blade, and Incognito watched her closely, instincts betraying his intentions not to move if she did attack, he was suddenly not sure if he wished to throw his life away in an attempt to prove himself, it might not be enough, but if this didn't work what else? Was he to spend the rest of his days following her, thinking of ways to make her forgive him? Was there anything he could even do?, to his relief though, she threw the blade aside, although his weight on top of her prevented it going far. Incognito thought he might have been able to see a glimmer of a tear form in her eyes, a show of regret perhaps, although he wondered if she were regretting stabbing someone, the feelings of someone unaccustomed to inflicting pain, or regret for stabbing him, maybe she did care for him?, but try as he might, he couldn't convince himself of the latter. His thoughts were interrupted as he noticed her moving, she had little chance of moving his weight and he didn't intend on letting her, he knew he wouldn't have the strength to catch up to her again if she fled, but instead he saw her head move slowly towards his. Incognitos' world fell apart when their lips touched, the regret and the turmoil that had haunted him since that night disappeared, replaced by a cocktail of emotions and feelings that overwhelmed his weakened body, Does she love me? impossible situations flooded through his mind, long walks on sandy beaches basking in the moonlight, romantic candle-lit meals, their bodies entwined on a plush bed, Emmerdae in a white dress, basked in the glow of the stained window, a house, in the country, surrounded by a wooden fence, a child with a wooden sword, mirroring Incognitos' strikes. The kiss had only lasted a moment he knew, but in that moment he'd lived a lifetime with her, and had felt peace for the first time in longer than he could remember. When their lips parted, he felt the dream-world slip away into nothingness, and he felt part of himself leaving with it, reality gripped him once more, the hollow feeling deep within now emphasised by the knowledge of possibility. The pain returned to him double, and he couldn't prevent a moan escaping from his lips. A soft whisper reached his ears, her apology filled him with hope, False hope probably... for as much as he wanted to believe it, as much as he wanted the life that he had lived in that brief kiss, the sound of her anger chasing him through the dark woods that night prevented it, he just needed to find a way to explain himself, to make her forgive him, there had to be a way I don't deserve forgiveness, pain stabbed at him again, reminding him that the wound was more than a trick to play on the womans' guilt. He had deserved it, and perhaps, by allowing her to strike him, he had absolved her of some of the anger that had caused her to strike. Weakness overcame him at-last, he had lost too much blood, the sand below the pair was stained deep red, his arm buckled, causing him to half fall and half roll onto his back beside her, his vision blurring, he forced himself to raise his head towards her cheek, and softly kissed her. “I lo..” and everything went dark. |
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| The Enchantress | Jan 4 2009, 11:28 PM Post #10 |
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Hormones were treacherous things, though Emmerdae had no hope of understanding such things, even if some Avalonian scientist had discovered them in her time. The chemicals in her brain were whizzing around, causing havoc in her mind and sending conflicting commands to her limbs. But it was not too hard to ignore the onslaught of orders, as long as she kept her lips glued to his. The kiss ended; it had only lasted a moment, mere seconds, a trifling segment of time that had seemed like a whole lifetime but was just a grain of sand in the ever-expanding desert of time. Emmerdae did not want to open her eyes. She knew that the scene around her would be like an act from a gory, tragic play, complete with sighing crowd, dying man and crying maiden. However, she did not know who played the part of the hero and who the evil villain was, she did not even know what the play’s purpose was, though its theme seemed rather obvious. But there would be no red curtain to signal the end of the play, there would be no sudden and joyful revival of the fallen players. Nobody would be standing up to bow or curtsey and nobody would applaud. But open her eyes she had to and she finally did. Her view was obscured by the tears that clung to her long, dark eyelashes, minute diamonds that sparkled in the golden light of the sun. Above her, a face hovered, convulsing with agony and trembling with anguish. ‘I caused that...’ Just as his handsome face was becoming clearer, like a ship emerging from a fog, his face quivered once and then Incognito half-collapsed half-rolled so that he was beside her, raising his head and planting a sweet kiss on her cheek. Two sounds forced their way past his lips but unconsciousness swallowed the rest of the sounds, stilling his lips and closing his eyes. Emmerdae scrambled up. She ignored the gathering of people that had tentatively inched towards them, a few younger men fiddling with their weapons. All Emmerdae could see around her was blood, a sea of blood that seemed to rise in waves and surge around her knees. She clung to Incognito – to his corpse? – and felt like she was drowning in the crimson mire around her. For a moment the whole world was shrouded in blood, until after rapidly blinking, the ocean of blood shrank down to a more bearable puddle-size. ‘You fool! You idiot! Holy heavens above...You know nothing of healing!’ she thought to herself. Her power was weak, in truth she could only harness it to complete one spell (though to give Emmerdae some credit, she was rather good with that one spell and had managed to develop it into a powerful and imperceptible charm). But an enchantment charm had no properties that would bring back a dying man from the brink of death. ‘Perhaps I could try? It cannot be too hard...’ She closed her eyes, grabbing hold of Incognito’s hand. She felt the magic tingle within her, but did not know how to conduct it into a healing spell. “STOP! NO? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” The voice rang loud and clear, freezing Emmerdae’s body and her thoughts. Hands pulled her away from Incognito’s body, untangling her fingers from his. She was thrown to one side. “Hold her still,” the voice said. Now that it was not shouting, she could hear its nuances clearly. It was a rough voice, definitely masculine, with a hint of authority but mostly dominated by a youthful tone. When she turned her eyes towards the source of the voice, what she saw confirmed her analysis. A young man, rather tall but otherwise scrawny with a mop of orange hair on his head, was leaning over Incognito. Emmerdae tried to get up, but the hands that had until then insensibly gripped her arms tightened their hold. “Nope, you’re not going anywhere,” a deep voice said into her ear and she slumped down. Finally the young man straightened. “Take him to my room. Make sure the bandage keeps the wound plugged: he can’t afford to lose anymore blood. I...I think I can save him,” he said to the people gathered around and they clapped. He nodded and then turned to Emmerdae. She lifted her head, dark curls glued to her wet cheeks. “I am no healer...But I am a student learning to become a proper healer,” he added when he saw the despair on her face. “I do not know what has happened, though I have heard some chilling stories from witnesses. I think it is best you come wait outside my room. That man,” he pointed to the man behind him, “will be your bodyguard. He won’t hesitate to kill you, so don’t try to escape. Is that clear?” Emmerdae nodded. “Good. Let’s go.” The young man started jogging towards the village on Coral Cove. Her bodyguard picked her roughly up, keeping his callused hands wrapped around her upper arms. Ahead of them a group of young men carefully carried Incognito's body. |
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| Incognito | Jan 6 2009, 10:58 AM Post #11 |
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Incognito floated through a sea of ever-changing colours that assaulted his senses from all sides, all sense of orientation was lost to him as he drifted without aim. He thought he heard a voice coming to him on the currents of colour, and turned himself towards it, this action, so long a physical movement, seemed to require no physical effort, and yet happened as easily as it ever have, he tried to move his hand in front of his vision, and although he thought he saw the colour distort at his action, he couldn't see anything resembling the hand he knew was there. Am I dead? the thought echoed in the abyss, and he listened to in reverberate off the reds and blues. “Incognito...” a familiar voice sounded, had he heard it before? Yes, it was the same voice he had heard just, Incognito, that word sounds familiar he racked his brain, trying to make the correct synapses fire to recall the name. “Incognito!” the voice was louder this time, with a sense of urgency, suddenly through the mist of his mind a realisation struck, Incognito, that's my name... but who does this voice belong to? Alas the flash of inspiration failed to impart that knowledge, he would have to find out for himself, as he thought about it, the swirling mass of colour seemed to move, without anything to relate to he was unable to tell if he were moving through his kaleidoscopic world, or the other way around, either way, it seemed that him and the source of the voice were growing closer. Something ahead caught his eye, a point in this psychedelic landscape that did not share the hues of the surroundings, that is not to say that it stayed the same, in fact it was slightly shifting although seemingly fixed relatively to one place, and the colours fluctuated, not the grand colours all around, but more fleshy tones, the two moved closer, it became clear to Incognito that it was a face that shared this odd place with him. On closer inspection, it was not just one face, but many, the details changing frequently, I know these faces.. I think he could only guess that they must mean something do him, as certain faces seemed to stir deep emotions of love or hate. A face appeared that he didn't seem to recognise, a mass of scruffy orange hair appeared on the now still form. “STOP! NO? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” he seemed angry, but the sounds floated lazily in this place, lacking the sharpness that he assumed had accompanied it at one time. The face blurred, the orange dissipating, being replaced by strands of pitch black that pierced the surrounding colour, the skin turned milky-white and Incognitos' heart sank. The emotion this particular face caused was very intense, a mix of love and hatred, no, not hatred, self-loathing. They interrupted the peace of this place, the dreamlike state which allowed him to flow so freely, and he turned away from it, only to find it in front of him once more, he sped off, moving in any direction, eyes firmly shut concentrating on the thought of movement. He could still see the colours, even now, the swirls merging together, bleeding into each other, becoming duller as they did, blackness now surrounded him causing him to stop abruptly. A speck of white was coming towards him, he knew what it was before he could make out the details, but this time, a name came with her, the face saddened by something that he couldn't place. Emmerdae... he longed to caress her cheeks, to hold her tight until her tears dried, at the same time he longed to run, to never see that sight again and cut her from memory. She seemed to speak, but he couldn't hear the words. Another darkness seemed to leak into the black, the new darkness was lighter, but by no stretch of the imagination could be called light, the face with the orange hair appeared once more, above him, or at least what he had decided to call above, as the lighter darkness spread, Emmerdae faded back into the old one, causing Incognito a mixture of relief and regret. A candle was the source of light in this lighter darkness, the darkness itself was night. A scene revealed itself, a small house, modest by any means, with a few wooden furnishings dotted around tastefully, Incognito was in the bed, his shirt and cloak lay on the floor next to him, bare chest exposed apart from a slightly red bandage. Memories and sense were returning to his head, pain followed sharply causing him to take a sharp intake of breath, his dry throat casing him to erupt in a fit of coughing. A small wooden cup was handed to him, and he gingerly took a sip, the water trickled coolly down his throat, leaving after-taste of mint in his mouth. “Am I dead?” He rasped, to who-ever it was holding out the cup. “Not quite” A voice returned “although it was a close call” The ginger-haired man walked into view, he was of a fair height, but other than that not remarkable in any other way, apart from, that is, the hair. “Where, is” Incognito searched his head for the name that had once again become lost “Where is Emmerdae?” “If you are referring to the woman that attacked you, then she is outside, but fear not, my man watches her, and you will come to no more harm” “Send her in.” Incognito replied, searching for the cup of water. “I do not think that would be a good idea” he said sternly “It may be beyond my abilities to heal you again.” Incognito felt rage well up inside him, unjust rage aimed at the man who had no doubt saved his life “Send her in!” he shouted, tossing the cup to the side. “Very well.” The man bowed slightly, and walked towards the door Edited by Incognito, Jan 7 2009, 11:34 AM.
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| The Enchantress | Jan 7 2009, 05:21 AM Post #12 |
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The house they entered was small and furnished with simple, functional things, though Emmerdae could not bring herself to look around. She kept her eyes on the door through which the body had been carried. She had tried to follow after Incognito but the young healer had firmly told her bodyguards to keep her out of the room. Then the door had been slammed in her face and she had slumped to the ground. She was offered a bowl of water which she refused, but nothing else. After a moment of sitting on the ground she stood up and rubbed her legs. The two men tensed, watching her carefully. “If you do anything we’ll hold you down, if you still try to do something we’ll beat you senseless, understood?” She stared back, her dark eyes wide with shock and managed a nod. How could they dare treat a woman like that? Women were weak creatures, they were supposed to be protected by men. ‘When has it ever been so? And besides...you’re a murderer now, it just makes it worse that you’re a woman.’ She glanced around the room, looking for somewhere else to sit. By the fireplace there were some wooden cupboards accompanied by a wooden table and a single wooden chair. By the main door there was another door that was closed. The stone floor was cold beneath her bare feet (‘Why was I crazy enough to want to go barefoot on the beach?’) and there was no carpet or rug to cover it. The murkiness of the room was kept at bay by two large candles, one that sat in an empty corner of the room and another that sat on the wooden table. She pointed to the chair and tilted her head slightly. One of the men nodded, and Emmerdae went to sit down on the chair, pulling her feet up so that the hem of her dress brushed her ankles and her knees were tucked under her chin. She sat there the whole time, eyes on the door and arms wrapped around her legs. Occasionally she shivered, but neither of the men made a move to re-light the fire that was slowly dying in the hearth. Her dark hair fell about her; the slight wind had brought salt with it and stiffened it so that it hung lankly beside her features. Her countenance was even more pallid than usual, contrasted sharply by her dark eyes, eyebrows and hair. She bit her pale pink bottom lip and occasionally licked her lips when they began to feel dry. She could almost taste Incognito if she concentrated hard enough. Though she strained her ears, Emmerdae heard nothing from the room that he had been taken into. No screams, no coughing, no grunting from the healer, not even the sounds of pots being rattled or a bed creaking. She did not know the man. He had only said that he was a student learning the art of healing. Perhaps he was from Coral Cove...Perhaps he was to be the main healer here. But if so, then where was the main healer? As she pondered these things, time marched on slowly. When she thought she had vaguely heard some shouting, she raised her head, which had slowly slumped down. The door opened swiftly and the healer stepped forward, his hair more orange than she had remembered. She uncurled herself, letting her pale legs fall slowly to the ground. Her dress was hitched up, but she took her time getting up and arranging the simple black material so it fell again to its rightful place just past her knees. Then she looked up, pushing the long strands of black hair behind her shoulders. The healer seemed uneasy. He glanced warily around him and fidgeted, moving from one foot to the other. “You won’t get away with this,” he suddenly said, his voice full of anger. Emmerdae’s face stayed impassive; of course she was going to get away with it, she had business and she did not have the time to be detained by something trivial like an arrest. When it was clear she had no reply the man’s scowl deepened. She bit her lip, summoning forth a bit of her magic. She wrapped it around her finger like a tendril, nurturing it and disguising it. When the charm was done, she brought her hand up and coughed lightly, and the charm hovered towards the healer. It struck him on his shoulder and dug in deep. His eyes rolled in his head and the grimace slipped from his face. When he finally focussed on her again he had a much more agreeable expression. It was only a weak charm, not enough to make him infatuated with her but enough to dismiss his malicious thoughts. “He wants you,” he said simply, nodding towards the room he had just left. She gave him a small, sweet smile and walked elegantly into the room. When she entered, she kept her eyes down to the floor. The door closed behind them and she took two small steps towards him. Slowly she let her gaze rise and travel across the floor. His armour was on the floor next to the bed, along with a rag that was probably his cloak. She wanted to examine the furnishings closer but her eyes were drawn to him. His chest was bare, and on the left side there was...a bandage. She had almost been too afraid to look, since she had expected there to be that gaping hole that spewed blood. The images raised their ugly heads in her mind, and she trembled, letting out a muffled squeak. He was alive. He was handsome. He was...Again Emmerdae found herself biting her lip. ‘Such a bad habit! It’s so childish!’ “How are you feeling?” she asked. Her voice cracked. It was quiet, perhaps he would not hear her. “I...” There was so much that could complete that sentence. I am sorry? I did not mean to do that? I thought you were wearing your armour? I thought I heard you say ‘I love you’? I love you too? She approached hesitantly. When she was near enough she reached out her uninjured hand, her long, cold fingertips gently brushed against his stomach. Until now, she had avoided looking at his eyes. She was afraid of what she might see there. But now, she could not stop herself from raising her gaze to look straight into his eyes. "Please...please don't hurt me," the voice slipped past her lips, though she tried to stop it from passing. It was a soft voice, tinged with something close to a hint of begging. <ooc> Meep, sorry for any mistakes. Wrote it quite fast. >____________< If an edit is necessary, let me know! (: Sorry I didn't leave you much to work with! Edited by Sir, Jan 8 2009, 04:51 AM.
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| Incognito | Jan 8 2009, 07:54 AM Post #13 |
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He watched from the bed and the man turned and walked towards the door, he walked slowly, but it was easy to tell from his demeanour that he was not pleased, Incognito felt slight regret for turning his misdirected anger on him, but he was still too angry to care much, Angry at what? himself? Maybe some part of his old self remained and was angered at his heart for having such strong feelings for the girl. The healer reached the door and opened it swiftly, and there he stood for a while, Incognito could not hear anything but assumed he must be talking to the person guarding Emmerdae Or maybe talking to her? either way something had caused the mans' mood seemed to lighten quickly. Incognito was suddenly aware that she was going to be entering the room soon, and he had no-idea what he wanted to say, what he could say, she might still be angry, she might attack him again, and he was in no fit state to defend himself. He put the though to the back of his mind, it was unlikely, after the remorse she seemed to feel after her last attack. Instead he tried to concentrate on the words he would use to explain his actions, to explain his feelings, explain himself. Well I've told her I love her.... that's a start It was true that she hadn't seemed to believe him, but maybe he could convince her of his true feelings, maybe all was not lost already. Incognitos' mind was racing through different possibilities, consumed in this task, he did not notice the door shutting, or the presence of another in the sparse room, approaching the bed. So he was startled when he heard a familiar voice that caused his heart to race. He looked up at the focus of his love and cause of his pain. “How are you feeling?” she spoke in a quiet voice, Incognito looked over her, her pale features cast in a worried expression, she looked like an angel even now, he forgot all his plans of explanation as his heart sank He saw her move slowly towards his, his sunken heart suddenly leapt and started beating with renewed vigour, he hand was moving toward him, slender white fingers reaching out, touching his stomach gently, he flinched slightly at the coldness of the touch, no, he realised, he flinched to avoid the feelings now welling up inside him, but it was no use, and once again he could hear the water and he sounds of the forest from their first meeting, followed by her angered screams. She looked into his eyes, seemingly directly into his soul, and spoke again, clearer and louder this time. Hurt her, why? What? How could she think that I'd He couldn't follow her thought process, but he needed to convince he that he couldn't ever hurt her. “Emmerdae, I would never hurt you, I.. I love you” He felt exposed again but the fear still didn't come, still part of his mind chastised him for such an abrupt response, even though he had long since given up on any sort of game. He looked into her deep brown eyes and tried to guess what she was thinking, what she could possibly feel for him, had she just followed and waited out of guilt? Or even worse had she been made to by the healer and his companions? Or was it possible she did feel something? Was it possible she shared his feelings? But he could read nothing but concern from her beautiful elven features. |
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| The Enchantress | Jan 11 2009, 07:02 AM Post #14 |
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‘This man has said he loves me,’ she thought, just as the words, the beg, the little prayer had passed between her lips. Though she tried to convince herself that she did not know why she had said that, she knew perfectly well the words had been brought on by fear. Even with a bandaged hole in his chest and his sword only the gods knew where, Incognito still had an air of power that demanded deference. Her begging sounded ridiculous to her ears, but she could not help feeling that she was afraid. She felt like she had taken a step out too far from the beach and could no longer feel the rough sand beneath her feet, but miles of seawater. She felt like she was paddling in an ocean of feelings, only just staying afloat; how long would it be until she was drowned? Emmerdae firmly pushed the morbid thoughts from her head. She did not like thinking of such drastic notions that sounded as if though they were from the quills of the greatest scribes of Avalon. Almost like poetry; in fact, now that she thought about it, the circumstances between her and Incognito sounded like something from a poem. Had Emmerdae known how to read and had she ever read some of the greatest works of Avalon, she could have likened her situation to some of the legends of the fieriest men and women of Avalon. When he flinched away from her touch, she had let her hand freeze, but when he had done nothing more, she had let her fingertip draw spirals and circles and loops. He seemed to ignore her first question – perhaps he had not heard it – and he latched onto her begging. She could see the emotion explode in his eyes, some form or surprise or shock, which in turn surprised her. Emmerdae had thought he would nod or at least consider her request. ‘Do you forget so quickly, silly woman?’ she asked herself. ‘You are still sitting next to and caressing the man who says he loves you.’ And there. He said it again. His conviction flew right to her heart and she felt foolish for having doubted him and feared him. As he gazed intently at her, she returned the look. And it was then that her impassive expression cracked, discarding the look of concern and replacing it with a tentative, sweet smile. Emmerdae dropped to her knees by the bed, so that her face was level with his torso. It was fortunate that the bed was a low one, so even on her knees she could still lean over him. And so she did, planting a soft kiss on his stomach and then gently laying her cheek against his skin. She closed her eyes. “I...I think,” Emmerdae’s voice was quiet, but though it was not loud, it was clear. “I think that I lo...” Her voice was cut off by the sound of the door opening. Though it stilled her voice, Emmerdae did not make a move to get up. “Well...” she heard the voice of her bodyguard, but with her face pressed against Incognito, she could not see him. “I see she hasn’t killed you yet.” She could hear the threat in his voice and he did not need to say the next sentence (‘...and if you do kill him, you’ll regret it’) obviously they did not like murderers, or people who attempt murder, on Coral Cove. ‘Why did that stupid ship have to get a stupid leak and why did I have to come to this stupid place...’ she thought, and a voice (the voice that always seemed to have an answer to her questions) replied: ‘If you had not come here...you might never have met Incognito before going to see the King.’ What did she see in Incognito? What was it about his reddish brown eyes that caused attraction to bloom in her chest? Why did his young, handsome features bring forth such a longing that made her heart beat out an exotic rhythm? What she felt was not (wholly) lust or passion or desire...was it love then? Love? That indescribable, mysterious word that implied much more than lust or passion or desire ever could? And what about the King...? |
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| Incognito | Jan 20 2009, 08:28 AM Post #15 |
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Incognito watched her face betray the patterns of thought, of a woman in some turmoil, with anyone else he would feel a sense of accomplishment, this act, causing her emotions to swell and overwhelm her, he would normally call this his victory, and if he were feeling merciful leave her to contemplate her emotions, he knew it would end one of two ways, after much time, she would either master her emotions, and become wiser and more word-weary that she could have ever done before, or they would destroy her, leaving her nothing more than a shell. Either way, there would be no sport in her any more, sometimes, he would continue the game still, influencing them to walk down one path or the other depending on his whim, once he'd even left the decision to the toss of a coin. He recalled the girls vacant look some days later, as he watched her board the boat, her family insisted she had simply gone on a vacation, but Incognito knew where that boat went, he knew she would never return. But the sight before him did not bring the sense of accomplishment, it was not victory, he was struck by her beauty, despite the harrowed look she bore, and it occurred to him that he'd never told her Is now really the time? he contemplated the point, and decided that given that he was recovering from a knife wound, in the presence of the very person responsible for it No... I was responsible really, I lead her down this path he decided that he should say anything he felt the need to. “You look beautiful Emmerdae, truly, no matter what happens, I will always remember you standing before me in the forest, like some painting by a master of the art.” Her expression changed into a smile, her smile that had cast a spell over him, slowly working it's magic, capturing him. He would always remember that too. He felt her weight shift as she knelt beside the low bed, and kissed his chest gently, warmth spread from the touch of her lips, moving around the wound that numbed the feeling. Her voice caressed his ears once more, his hopes rising with each word, his heart beating faster awaiting the words he could feel coming, the words he had longed to hear since he had met her. Another voice interrupted hers', gruff and angry sounding, the suppressed rage build up in Incognito again, despite the man's apparent purpose being to check that he was not further injured, he was about to shout again, unleash yet more wrath on these people that cared for him so. He caught the words in his throat What will she think of me? Shouting unduly at these people who had treated him so well? These people without whom, he'd probably be still on the beach, no doubt being sized up for any possible valuables by the vultures that preyed on the couples there, he took a breath, and tried to calm himself. “No, thank you, she has done me no further harm, and I think now she will not, I appreciate your concern, and you have my word that your master shall be rewarded for his kindness, but please, leave us be, we have much to discuss.” He was not entirely sure why he has said there would be a reward, he had nothing of value to offer, and would be reluctant to hand it over even if he did. He wondered what they must think of the pair, a lovers tiff got out of hand? That was most likely, given the place where the events occurred, and it's unlikely that they would guess the relationship Can it be called such a thing? 'relationship' was a broad term but he was not sure if it quite covered the events that had happened. |
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