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Post by Serena De Lorme on Nov 15, 2008 16:58:13 GMT -5
The sun had long since set, leaving the moon to regain the sky once more. Stars had come out to play, twinkling in their playful light. Another night to remind her of her mistakes of the past. For an entire year, she had been able to share the beauty of the night with someone who taught her passion and trust. And within a night, that had all changed.
Serena slowly walked the edge of the lake, gazing absentmindedly at the ice still surface of its crystal blue waters. Her mind was far away from that place, deep into the past as it has wandered for the past two years. Sometimes she still wondered how things could have been if they had never been found, or if they had left just a day or two earlier...instead of waiting. She would never know now.
The black lace of her bodice gently hugged her slim frame as the opaque skirt flowed around her long legs. The boots that shaped to her feet barely made a sound as she walked, her hair cascading down her shoulders. Then there were her eyes, eyes that would be forever be cast into shadow of grief and hatred. Hatred for those that took her first love from her. One day...
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Nov 15, 2008 21:17:23 GMT -5
Brone liked solitude. He liked silence and seclusion. It was a better atmosphere in which to think. And that was something he did too often, think. Nothing was done without a little thought. Brone had much to think about, with the war raging as it was, any day his father could die and he would become king.
Brone went on one of his usual late night walks, of course he had stopped in the forrest for blood first in case he should meet anyone on his way, vampire or human slave alike. His hands were wrapped in his cloak, since it was growing very cold.
The moon hung low in the sky and Brone followed it to the lake. the water was always so still, which was a good thing since vampires could not cross rushing water. And though the wind started to feather his hair, the water surface was dead calm, like a piece of broken sky on the ground, dark water reflecting the night above it.
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Post by Serena De Lorme on Nov 15, 2008 22:37:14 GMT -5
It was after she had stopped to gaze down into the crystal depths of the lake when she noticed that someone else was out at this time of night. She had actually hoped to remain alone just this one time, but even she knew that it wasn't going to last very long. A long, slow breath left her slightly blue lips, for she had not dressed for the cold, she didn't want to.
Turning around, her dark eyes widened when she recognized the Prince heading in her direction. Even with her family's disdain and revengeful thoughts towards the Royal family, she hadn't thought about holding that hatred towards them. As far as she's concerned, there isn't a reason to hold it. At least, while the war was still going on. Uniting was more important than a grudge.
As he got closer, she moved to kneel before him as her station required of her, keeping her eyes towards the ground. "Your highness..." she murmured softly.
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Nov 15, 2008 22:51:40 GMT -5
Brone noticed a woman on the water's edge and as he got closer she bowed. Oh what an old fashioned practice, but he understood why they were upheld. It showed the balance of power. But no need for her to go and kneel in the grass for him. He didn't feel like a prince tonight. he just felt like Brone. Even if it was very hard to separtating the two. He'd grown up as Brone, the crowned prince, the next in line. That was all he knew.
"You may rise," Brone said as he walked past her slightly to the edge of the water, hands clasped behind him under his cloak. His dark eyes found the moon and the light reflected in his eyes. It was the brightest thing he ever got to see. The sun never emt his skin the way moonlight always did.
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Post by Serena De Lorme on Nov 16, 2008 0:01:59 GMT -5
Serena kept her eyes down, even as she was granted permission to stand in his presence. There was just too much emotion in her eyes at that moment for her to even gaze in his direction and she needed time to calm herself. Slowly, the shadow faded away from her eyes and she was able to stand tall and proud, as her father tought her. Despite it all, she was meant to show the greatest respect towards the Royals. What she didn't know was her father actually wanted her to try and win the favor of one of the king's sons, but that was neither here nor there.
Either way, her head remained slightly bowed, but she was more...presentable now. "What brings you to the lake this evening, sire?" she asked for polite conversation. Though already, as she returned her gaze to the lake, the shadow was slowly becoming apparent once more.
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Nov 16, 2008 14:08:13 GMT -5
Brone said nothing for a long time, barely breathing at all, looking over the lake now, the mirror like surface. He stayed far enough away that he knew he'd never be able to see his reflection, if indeed he even had one. Some people had very light refelections, but he didn't trust himself to look. Something was strange about never looking into your own eyes, into yourself.
"Just air," Brone replied. He had no real reason for being about, and since he was alone no longer. He wanted to be away from the castle, blind himself to his responsibilities, his very identity even. he just wanted to be a thing in the night, and now she was here to remind him of who he was. No matter who he wanted to be. he was Brone, the prince, the heir.
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Post by Serena De Lorme on Nov 17, 2008 11:17:44 GMT -5
Perhaps it was just a guess, but even Serena could tell her presence, probably because she knew who she was, was not exactly wanted. She knew the need of solitude, to forget all that they were supposed to be and what they had to do or become. It was because of that she bowed once more towards him after his short reply and moved to run a slender hand through her dark tresses.
"Perhaps, sire, you would like to be left to your private thoughts?" she asked softly, moving to walk around him. She had the urge to take a swim in the icy waters, but she wasn't going to do so in front of him. Just not something she did with anyone these days, though her fingers were already reaching towards the buttons down her back, working the first few, covered by her hair, free from their restraints.
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Nov 17, 2008 18:17:20 GMT -5
"No, it's fine, the night does not belong to any one man," Brone said, still looking away from her at the sky. But he was not really looking at the sky, but beyond it. His eyes were occupied, but his brain was somewhere else. But dreams were only for those that could change their circumstances, for people who wanted something different and could get it. Brone could never move, he had no identity to find. He was being made into himself, and that was how it was and would always be.
The wind ruffled his hair again in passing, a breeze like a sigh from the man in the moon. His cape billowed softly arpund his ankles and he blinked, looking sideway at her and then back at the lake. The mirror of the sky, of those dreams. And just like he had no reflection, he had few dreams.
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Post by Serena De Lorme on Nov 19, 2008 12:20:37 GMT -5
Watching him, Serena started to make her own judgements about the young prince in her mind. Yes, she was a considerable flirt at times, but this one, this one had to be met with subtlety. Besides, she didn't know if he would reject her if she tried to approach him like many women may, and she didn't deal with rejection very well. Then her mind wandered back to the thought of her swim and decided to use that thought to her advantage.
Reaching up behind her, she continued to unbutton the clasps on her dress until she could just slip it off at any given moment. "Then perhaps your highness would like to share a swim with me this night?" she asked, moving closer to the water's edge. It didn't bother her that she had no reflection, it gave her the chance to gaze into the water's depths without much restriction. Though, slipping out of her shoes, just the breeze coming off of the water was enough to make her shiver. The icy depths, still ridden with ice from the slowly passing winter, would probably feel like thousands of needles because of their heightened senses, but that was the point. She loved the rush.
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Nov 19, 2008 19:18:07 GMT -5
Brone looked sideways at her in the semi darkness of the moon. "No, but you can go ahead." he said, turning away. He was not about to strip his body free and jump into the frozen water. Although, the idea of going numb for a while and not thinking sounded wonderful. But being so naked, even in the dark, next to her could lead him into something he'd rather avoid. Vampires were lusty creatures but he tried to dissociate from that--he did not always succeed. But maybe this would be a perfect way to lose himself.
He watched her go to the edge of the water, her dress unbottoned under her hair which was blown from her back by the same wind that ruffled his own hair. Brone wondered how cold it would be, and how he would feel looking down into the darkness of the lake.
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Post by Serena De Lorme on Nov 25, 2008 19:02:57 GMT -5
((sorry for the delay. was busy with school)) With that obstacle out of the way, Serena proceeded to finish unbutton the back of her dress until it fell away from her shoulders to pool around her feet. Standing there in just her black lace underwear and her knee-high silver-toed boots, she let the wind swirl her hair around her body, the chill making her very aware of her surroundings. At any other time, with any other male, there would be no question as to if she would have a swimming partner. But for once she was let be, in a sense, and it rose a feeling of respect for the prince.
After she finally slipped off her boots, she walked into the water until it reached her knees and then she dove under. The water was freezing cold, enough to put a human into shock. But for her, the numbing feeling that washed over her body was havenly, and she just slowly parted the icy waters with slow strokes, her eyes closed, just focused on the motions.
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Nov 25, 2008 19:39:53 GMT -5
((its okay.))
Brone watched her undress. It was certainly a striking sight, her place body highlighted by the darkness of the night and her hair. It all seemed to glow in the moonlight. He was aware that any other man would have loved a chance to be closer, to even feel her in the water with as little as she had on. Vampires were lusty creatures, himself included. but he was a prince, he was expected to do things differently. Maybe sometime he'd swim here on his own, he'd prefer to be alone, and he assumed she did too.
Before long she broke the surface of the water, returning in a moment, the water shining on her skin. She was quite pretty as such, but he did not say so out loud, he had more self control than that. He took his eyes from her and removed his cloak, laying in on the ground, and he sat upon it. Legs folded under him, and hands on his knees.
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Post by Serena De Lorme on Nov 30, 2008 15:19:24 GMT -5
Stroke after stroke and the world slowly faded away, until her focus was just on moving through the waters. Yes, it's true, so many men would have thought themselves lucky to even be in her presence like this, and so many more would have taken the opportunity to see how far they could go before she disappeared. And truth be told, she would have welcomed the opportunity. Anything to make herself feel again...
Once more she broke the surface of the freezing waters, letting it roll down her body as she opened her eyes towards the moonlit sky. The distance between her and the shore was rather far, so she turned and headed back, more calm than she was before. The water had been rather good for her, making her finally able to clear her mind. She almost forgot about the prince on the shore, that is, until she got closer and saw him sitting there. A smile broke across her face, gone as soon as it came. Then she just continued back.
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Nov 30, 2008 15:26:33 GMT -5
Brone had closed his eyes, he had no water to wash away his tossing mind, like a ship at sea. The wind moved through his hair, between the folds of his shirt. A silent all black figure with pale hands and face reflecting the moon. The sounds of her swimming washed over him, the soft ripple of the water, the crash of a limb, the smoothness of a glide. he heard them all, and he listened for them. He realized he was probably giving her more privacy that she even wanted.
For a moment her movement seemed to slow, as if she was coming to the shore and he opened his dark eyes. He found her easily, a sight that if he had a heartbeat might make it jump. She was beautiful, her dark hair wet and streaming, her body glowing in the moonlight. Brone felt his mind wander into thoughts of her and if in that moment they could release a little energy, but he knew better. Brone looked away from her again, and watched the water beyond her. he began to wonder if maybe he should give swimming in it a try.
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Post by Serena De Lorme on Nov 30, 2008 20:10:27 GMT -5
The table was set, it seemed for what was slowly coming to mind for Serena as she made her way step by step to shore. If she had known the way she looked, the moon's silhouette around her lithe frame, almost making her into an unnatural goddess, she would have played it for all it was worth. But that wasn't what she was thinking as she watched Brone during her accent to land. He looked troubled, mind racing with thoughts. They were alone...
"Perhaps a swim will do you some good, sire," she murmured as she walked towards him, her gait steady and sensual. Yes, even she had the fleeting thoughts of the possibilities of this place. Two vampires, alone and serenaded by the night sky, so much could go down. But he was a prince, surely not interested in someone like her. So her second idea was just to help him be...himself. Moving behind him, she sat on the cool grass behind his cloak, since she was still wet, but close enough for her to reach up and gently rub his strong shoulders. "You are tense...and your mind is overflowing. The water will soothe you..."
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