<font color="skyblue"> The whisper of her name woke her, and she stares into his eyes......~Can I really enjoy love again? It has been so long, and do I dare involve him in my troubles? He has a great sorrow too it seems, maybe we are meant to be together, maybe between us, we can solve our curses. Could this be the reason?~ She smiles softly at him, seeing the turmoil and tenderness in his eyes fighting with each other......She comes to a decision, and reaches up, taking his face in her hands. She whispers, "I think between the two of us, we just might be able to fight our evils together......". She looks hard into his eyes, and comes to the biggest decision she has ever made. Pulling his face closer, she puts a finger on his lips as he starts to speak, and gently pulls his face to hers, kissing him softly at first.................</font>

<font color=white>And a life lived in freedom is a life that is lived with one’s face to the storm.
And the greatest of lives is a life that will face the storms of the heart.</font>

Even as her lips move toward his, the words which define him rise to shout their challenge. So be it, then – he turns his face fully into the storms of her heart and meets the movement of her lips with his own. His arms tighten their hold upon her body, and, with a fierce acceptance, draw her close against himself. He returns her kiss and, in so doing, opens his life to her.

Words spoken once before flash as lightning in his memory:

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• My life breathing into your life.
  Your life breathing into mine.
  The storms of your heart,
  the storms of my heart,
  move now together
  in the wind of our breathing
  and the wind that we breathe.

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OOC: WOW that drow warrior kinda takes the romance out, eh? *LMAO* [img]graemlins/hehe.gif[/img]

MEANWHILE AT THE TAVERN
<font color="cyan">Upon seeing a bone structure overtake the inn, the Bar Owner throws a fit. "BLOODY ROCKS!! First my walls, and now the whole tavern??? What sorcererness is this???" Maria, laughing at the bar, immediately turns around, becoming intensely interested in the mugs she is cleaning..............</font>

<font color="skyblue">She gasps as he returns the kiss with a fierceness she was trying to hold back. No longer holding back, she gives herself mind and soul to him.....~vaguely in the back of her mind, she hears a voice reciting words, she listens shocked that they sound familiar~. She feels his arms crush her to him, and she surrenders herself completely, abandoning all fears for this moment in time, not wanting to let go, and won't.......~a remembered prophecy (sp) from over 100 years ago, flashes thru her mind....

Where two were born of wind,
so shall two be born of fire.
Where two are scarred and sorrowed,
so shall two unite in fire....fire...
fire and wind, storm and lightning,
so the prophecies say, and tell,
so shall it be, so shall it come forward.
Two shall be united, two shall love,
where heartbreak, and curses roam,
so shall two break free..........

She holds onto him tighter, and slips an arm around his waist, her eyes glowing brightly......"Cyril~she almost says "my love" ......"

she loses speech, drowning in the emotions of his eyes.....</font>

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<font color=skyblue>THE TAVERN

Bartleby
Standin' right on top of me last nerve he is! "You there!" he yells to Byrnral, "the one wearin' the bones! What d'ya think ye be doin', boyo? Why 'tis a respectable establishment I be trying to run here. If ye want to be helpin' fine, but what I truly be needin' here is someone with above average carpentry skills -- not a bunch a bleedin' bones!"

In spite of her own growing sense of unease, maria simply cannot help smiling.</font>

THE TAVERN

<font color=skyblue>The dead wind seethes – its terrible hunger filling the room. The temperature within the building drops slightly, the air itself growing thick with a stale dampness. The tiniest of chills, a cold unaccountably alive moving just below the level of conscious perception, begins to caress the building’s occupants.

Yes! O yes! So much fear. So responsive to my touch – how their bodies begin to tremble without them knowing. No, I cannot consume them..... O! but I can taste. I can savor. I can whisper the thousand unspoken names of terror into hidden corners of their minds. O yes! I shall fill this place, replace the very air they breathe with my hunger, and I shall taste .....</font>

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<font color="skyblue">She sighs.................contently sitting on his lap, sad that the kiss had to come to an end, but hoping more will be in store later.................She reaches up, and places her hand along his cheek, burying her face against his neck, softly kissing where the vein in his neck pulses....."You said it was time for words," ~she kisses the vein again, noticing the pulse race each time and smiles~ "Where shall we start?"~chuckles softly~</font>

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One barely noticeable change in reality later and Neb is squatting in one of the Tavern's upper rooms, both mentally and physically tired, he decides to rest a bit before going downstairs, finding the woman, and killing her.

But no sleep, not sleep, can't sleep.... That's when the nightmares come....

OOC: Busy night up this way -- will be back in a few hours.

<font color=white>Neb -- I PM'ed a couple questions your way.</font>

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by Cyril Darkcloud:

<font color=white>Neb -- I PM'ed a couple questions your way.</font><hr></blockquote>

(OOC: I PM'ed a couple of answers your way, I'll be here for an hour or so.... And then it's going to be QUITE some time before I get the chance of post again.... :(

Not as in days, but just as in at least 10 hours...)