Back From The Dead (Brone/Serena)

[Serena De Lorme]

Serena followed him as best as she could, though the mist made her feet drag slightly. Not wanting to succumb to anything, she held onto Brone's hand as tight as she could, trying to decipher the couple images that were replaying in her mind. "He's not close... Possibly in the forest... I don't think he knows exactly where I am... Just blindly reaching out until he thinks he's found me... I think he's trying to trace the last bit of magic in me..."

The mist was getting thicker as Tobias seemed to pinpoint where she was...and then it was gone. He was gone, no longer searching. It wasn't as if she were thinking about the baby at the time for him to get a vibe off of, but she didn't like how sudden the connection was cut. "He's gone... Just...disappeared. Maybe we went out of his range?"

[Brone Van Estra]

Brone shrugged. "Maybe." He hoped so, but he couldn't be sure. He doubted it was that easy at all. It scared him, maybe Tobais wasn't reaching because he knew something different now, where she was, that she wasn't alone, that she was having a child... anything like that. But he kept his mouth shut, the same look of preoccupied thought etched in every feature. It wasn't until they were in his room did his face also show his worry but he would not show his fear, not even to Serena.

He set the box of bottles on the floor and sighed. Brone looked at Serena for a moment and kissed her softly. "I don't want anything to happen to you." He said nuzzling his face into her neck. He finally had peace in his life and the witch was taking it away.

[Serena De Lorme]

Serena hated seeing him worry like this. It was one thing to almost always see when her love was worried or confusing, or even plotting. But now... The worry in his eyes was much more troubling. Why couldn't Tobias just stay dead, let her live her life? Why did he have to come back? When he kissed her, she reached up and slipped her arms around his neck, cradling the back of his hand in her hand as he nuzzled her neck. Slowly, she closed her eyes, holding back the trembles that were threatening to wreak her body. "I'm not going anywhere, I promise you," she whispered into his ear. She couldn't read the future, but like hell was she going to leave him. Not willingly.

[Brone Van Estra]

He wanted to believe her.

Really, he did.

But how could he?

She was not always in control of her own body. Brone felt like if he felt go she'd disappear into the mist and he'd never see her again. He was afraid to sleep. What would happen when the sun went down? He couldn't hunt with her, but he couldn't leave her alone. He' have to use the kicthen stores. he would have to train tomorrow though, in order to stay in shape.

Brone kissed her again and carried her to the bed, laying her body down. He then sat beside her, propped up on the headboard, rubbing her back, letting his thoughts find him, but what were they going to do?

[Serena De Lorme]

She didn't ask for this.

What she wanted was a life that she could honestly be happy with. Where she could love someone with all of her heart and be at peace with life.

That life was going horribly wrong.

As he rubbed her back, Serena laid her head in his lap, curling up slightly as she closed her eyes again. She was afraid to think of all of what could happen once the sun set. She wouldn't be able to keep Brone with her forever, and as soon as she was alone, that could be the end of it. It was almost as if the only way they could be happy is if they tried to reason with Tobias, see if there was something else they could give him to make him go away. As unlikely as that was going to be.

Despite her efforts, Serena was starting to fall asleep, soothed by his gentle caress. "Brone... We're going to be okay..." she murmured before starting to drift off. She would be luck this time, that once again, her mind would remain dreamless.

[Brone Van Estra]

Brone smiled at her. "I hope so my love." Were they going to be really okay? Maybe. If he got to keep Serean, alive and his, it would all be good enough. His voice was quiet, tentative. He could feel her breath slow and he could not be sure if she could even hear him as he went on. "I don't know if I'm strong enough. To reason with him, or to kill him, to protect you, to be a father. I am scared I will fall short on all those counts. I have always thought I could do things, that I had enough knowledge and strength, and now, I don't know anymore. When it matters the most, if I fail, I lose everything, I lose you."