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Cyril Darkcloud · 03-11-2002, 05:34 PM

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TAOWolf posted:
She motions him to sit next to her, and wraps part of his cloak around him, and sets his head in her lap, stroking his hair......"rest, you are tired.........". She looks into the fire, and her eyes become unfocused as she keeps watch.....

ooc: Wow! I don't think Cyril's ever been that relaxed with anyone.

The memory of that violent afternoon so soon after the death of his wife haunts him like nothing else and the deaths of that afternoon have provided the talon for the arrow’s strike. He rests upon her without even realizing it, simply content to feel the warmth of her body. Strength slowly returns to his own body as he rests, the ring no longer straining to keep pace with the physical damage of the previous weeks – she has done her healing work well, indeed. She touches him and whispers and he stirs with surprise as something of his normal alertness suddenly asserts itself from within his lingering exhaustion, “What? How long have I been like this?” He sits upright, a confused and tired smile on his face as her laughter sounds in his ears. He kisses her lightly on the cheek and whispers, “I think I missed what you were just saying.”

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03-11-2002, 05:34 PM	#35
Cyril Darkcloud Lord Soth Join Date: February 7, 2002 Location: New York Posts: 1,980	quote: TAOWolf posted: She motions him to sit next to her, and wraps part of his cloak around him, and sets his head in her lap, stroking his hair......"rest, you are tired.........". She looks into the fire, and her eyes become unfocused as she keeps watch..... ooc: Wow! I don't think Cyril's ever been that relaxed with anyone. The memory of that violent afternoon so soon after the death of his wife haunts him like nothing else and the deaths of that afternoon have provided the talon for the arrow’s strike. He rests upon her without even realizing it, simply content to feel the warmth of her body. Strength slowly returns to his own body as he rests, the ring no longer straining to keep pace with the physical damage of the previous weeks – she has done her healing work well, indeed. She touches him and whispers and he stirs with surprise as something of his normal alertness suddenly asserts itself from within his lingering exhaustion, “What? How long have I been like this?” He sits upright, a confused and tired smile on his face as her laughter sounds in his ears. He kisses her lightly on the cheek and whispers, “I think I missed what you were just saying.” [ 03-11-2002: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ] [ 03-11-2002: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]