Post by Lovely on May 23, 2010 2:48:47 GMT -5
May 6, 2008
Morte's Abode
Follows: Just Friends
After her visit with Ace, Kiefer sought out Deacon, finding him at home. Nearly before she was fully visible and solid, she snuggled up to him.
"Okay maybe not so cold..." He chuckled and snuggled back. ".. are you alright?"
"With you wrapped around me? of course.. more than alright."
"So a moment ago... when it wasn't?" His eyebrow raised, curious about her outing. Deacon was more than willing to snuggle close and ward off the uncomfortable chill he could chalk up to the fog of doubt and that curiousity that chipped away at his senses, telling him something was unsettled and peculiar... different somehow. "Was it a nice trip?"
"Not exactly.. it's always better when I'm with you." She closed her eyes and just held onto him for a long moment before saying anything more. "Define nice, some might have thought it was.." She bit her lip and put her hand against his chest. "I saw someone that I never thought I'd see again, someone I thought was.. gone for good, maybe dead.. "
He chuckled a little, though he seemed concerned, looking off to the rafters for signs of his jokester friend he had no time for tonight. Deacon sighed. "Nice... is when it's something you want to remember. If it wasn't you who wanted to do the remembering, then I'd say it wasn't. Did you check the vials to be sure?" He turned back and rested his hand above hers, searching for warmth and pulling her fingers to a light kiss. "It could be arranged if you wanted... or needed it to be so."
"You know I couldn't wish for something like that.." It went against what she was, but that didn't mean Deacon couldn't or wouldn't do it anyway. "I don't know if he has a soul to be in one of the vials.. he's a shadow lord."
"So now I know it was a 'he' ... and a lord?" He did his best to hide the sting of jealousy. He had no place for it, no cause and no way to justify it. She was Love, pure and simple. He tried to remind himself but held tighter to her hand for that brief moment as if she weren't real. He let go before he squeezed too hard, the second he realized. "Not likely he'd be gone or dead. Shadows are like dreams. They're always somewhere." He grinned a little for her but his eyes darted away, searching for a strength that momentarily eluded him.
"Deacon." She coaxed him quietly to look back to her as she reached up to touch his cheek. "You can pretend all you want but you know you can't hide it from me.." She smiled if he'd turn to see it and leaned up to kiss his lips if he'd let her and his cheek if not.
He turned for the kiss, aching for it, for her, to hold her and not let go an instant but he knew he had to a little. He had to share her because of what she was, keep things in balance. After a long moment of such bliss, his breath caught tightly in his throat and he swallowed hard against it, nearly afraid he'd break her. "I'm not pretending. I'm sorry. If I'd known I wouldn't have let you go."
Morte's Abode
Follows: Just Friends
After her visit with Ace, Kiefer sought out Deacon, finding him at home. Nearly before she was fully visible and solid, she snuggled up to him.
"Okay maybe not so cold..." He chuckled and snuggled back. ".. are you alright?"
"With you wrapped around me? of course.. more than alright."
"So a moment ago... when it wasn't?" His eyebrow raised, curious about her outing. Deacon was more than willing to snuggle close and ward off the uncomfortable chill he could chalk up to the fog of doubt and that curiousity that chipped away at his senses, telling him something was unsettled and peculiar... different somehow. "Was it a nice trip?"
"Not exactly.. it's always better when I'm with you." She closed her eyes and just held onto him for a long moment before saying anything more. "Define nice, some might have thought it was.." She bit her lip and put her hand against his chest. "I saw someone that I never thought I'd see again, someone I thought was.. gone for good, maybe dead.. "
He chuckled a little, though he seemed concerned, looking off to the rafters for signs of his jokester friend he had no time for tonight. Deacon sighed. "Nice... is when it's something you want to remember. If it wasn't you who wanted to do the remembering, then I'd say it wasn't. Did you check the vials to be sure?" He turned back and rested his hand above hers, searching for warmth and pulling her fingers to a light kiss. "It could be arranged if you wanted... or needed it to be so."
"You know I couldn't wish for something like that.." It went against what she was, but that didn't mean Deacon couldn't or wouldn't do it anyway. "I don't know if he has a soul to be in one of the vials.. he's a shadow lord."
"So now I know it was a 'he' ... and a lord?" He did his best to hide the sting of jealousy. He had no place for it, no cause and no way to justify it. She was Love, pure and simple. He tried to remind himself but held tighter to her hand for that brief moment as if she weren't real. He let go before he squeezed too hard, the second he realized. "Not likely he'd be gone or dead. Shadows are like dreams. They're always somewhere." He grinned a little for her but his eyes darted away, searching for a strength that momentarily eluded him.
"Deacon." She coaxed him quietly to look back to her as she reached up to touch his cheek. "You can pretend all you want but you know you can't hide it from me.." She smiled if he'd turn to see it and leaned up to kiss his lips if he'd let her and his cheek if not.
He turned for the kiss, aching for it, for her, to hold her and not let go an instant but he knew he had to a little. He had to share her because of what she was, keep things in balance. After a long moment of such bliss, his breath caught tightly in his throat and he swallowed hard against it, nearly afraid he'd break her. "I'm not pretending. I'm sorry. If I'd known I wouldn't have let you go."