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Post by Keelin de Lune on Jan 19, 2009 19:23:16 GMT -5
Her eyes found her angel and she smiled - instantly comforted. How strange it was - this instant, emotional attachment. Keelin never grew attached to anyone. People were too easily lost. However, she didn't believe he was a person, per se, so it didn't count.
There was nothing she could think of hiding from this angel, and still feeling a little woozy, plus giddy from happiness to find he was here, Keelin began to talk.
"I named myself you know ... because when they found me alone, there was nothing to indicate that I already had a name. I seem to work in reverse order, because I had figured my last name before I decided on a first name. de Lune means of the Moon or like the Moon - I always liked night time and the Moon. Weird, isn't it?" Keelin furrowed her brows, and lay back down on the ground, leaning on her elbow. Her eyes looked far away, partially in sadness, but otherwise just remembrance. "I'm a witch - normally I should be terrified of the night. ... The elders at the orphanage didn't like my last name. They said only vampire royalty had last names that consisted of two words. ..." Kee shrugged. "Later I had found the name Keelin while reading a book and fell in love with it. It was only afterward that I found out it meant fair." Keelin chuckled softly. "So, essentially my name means, "fair like the Moon" - how ironic that it would turn out that way? It fits perfectly - I've always been absurdly pale. Though, as you can see I have these strange blue/grey undertones." Keeling extended her arm, before dropping it. Holding it up required too much effort. She lay her head lower on top of her folded arms. After a long moment she added bitterly. "The kids at the orphanage always said I must've been part troll or something."
She shrugged off that last part, and turned her eyes away from the fire to gaze at her angel.
Every time she looked at him, she was struck by his beauty.
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Jan 19, 2009 19:33:53 GMT -5
At first Brone thought she was rambling, that she did not k ow who he was or where she was. Lost in a half dream. But it became obvious that she was addressing him and he listened intently to her story. Made up her own name--an orphan. It was the first time he really noticed her coloring. He had thought the strange blue tint of her skin had been because of the cold, but here, in the flames, it was the same. She was a strange witch. She liked that night, had chosen a name about the moon. Brone had always loved the moon..... He appraised her curiously, carefully over the flames. "There are no trolls alive anywhere near here." he said when she finished, unsure of why he had commented on that. He had heard stories that Trolls lived on the other side of the world, separate from witches and vampires.
"You are a curious thing," he added with a sideways grin. "Keelin." he added, testing out the name. It was pretty, no wonder she had chosen it. He knew that Vampires often had two names, not only the royals. but it did strike him funny thats what she would choose.
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Post by Keelin de Lune on Jan 19, 2009 19:50:11 GMT -5
"Hmm..." Keelin mused, considering the new fun fact and smiled - triumphant. "At least now I have evidence against rumors of my troll heredity. What would be the point of a troll coming all the way over here to leave a bastard? Wasted effort if you asked me." She muttered, closing her eyes tightly - figuring a moment of darkness might get the spots to stop swirling in front of her eyes.
After a moment she opened her eyes - no use. Oh well.
"Thank you." She whispered softly, somehow knowing he would hear. "Because of you I'm still alive and getting progressively warmer - and! -" She lifted up one finger as if to underline this added bonus, "-I've still got all my fingers and toes. A rarity considering the freezing temperatures. Do you know how many good hikers returned home missing their appendages?" As she spoke her eyes drooped until they finally closed and she fell asleep.
Five minutes later she woke up. Her eyes found her angel still there, and she sighed in relief and turned to lay on her back, staring at the ceiling. After a moment she broke the silence. "You know, as thankful as I am, I should've been able to get home safetly by myself ... but alas ..."
Keeling turned her head towards him. "I'm really a lousy witch." she confided.
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Jan 19, 2009 19:59:04 GMT -5
Brone watched her sleep again with a smile. This girl was so---unordinary, and he really wanted to take care of her. Some how he felt like he had to save someone, and for some reason, he wanted to save this witch too. He wanted to save Serena too, maybe this girl would have an idea. But she hardly seemed to realize what he was, it gave him a feeling of being anonymous and he liked it, a lot. It felt good to be anyone, no one. he was no prince. he was not Brone. he was a man, a man who saved her. While she went on about trolls and how people lost fingers.
He was laughing when she awoke again. Did she even realize she had fallen asleep sitting up at all? His laugh was deep and light. "You're welcome." he said simply. "You were lost, no amount of magic could have helped much."
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Post by Keelin de Lune on Jan 19, 2009 20:07:31 GMT -5
Keelin somehow managed to shrug while laying on the ground. "They taught us a few locater spells - just in case you know. But I never really got the knack of many spells because I hated to practice." Keelin looked at the ceiling with a thoughtful but pained expression - this was the root of her feeling of alienation. Proof that there was something deeply wrong with her."I don't know why ... but I start feeling sick if I do too much magic ..."
It was a long moment until she let out a sigh. It was impossible to feel sad with her angel around. She rolled off her back and to her side, facing him, and pulling his clock tighter around her body. Like himself, she must've appeared extra pale in comparison to the jet black of the cloak - only she had weird coloring to go with it.
Her mindless rambling ceased for now as she gaze past the fire at him. While she did so she breathed deeply and slowly, still a bit sleepy.
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Jan 19, 2009 20:35:16 GMT -5
Too much magic made her sick?
Victoria De Lorme had said that the reason Serena got so sick when using magic was because it was the difference between good and evil magic. Vampires got sick from either kind. Brone just furrowed his eyebrows. It was like hearing a vampire say they got sick from too much blood. It utterly made no sense at all. This girl was so strange. Maybe she was a half human? half witch? That would make sense, humans got sick from magic because it was alien to them. Some humans liked night, and would have no idea what to do about names. As for her coloring---maybe just a funny side effect. Brone did not admit his thoughts out loud, he just kept his face perfectly stoic.
Something was bothering him though, the way she looked at him, the way she seemed to think of him---- what did she think? "What do you think I am?" he asked quietly.
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Post by Keelin de Lune on Jan 19, 2009 20:48:52 GMT -5
"A beautiful angel." Keelin replied simply, and unashamed before stifling a yawn. "Then again ..." she began slowly, furrowing her eyebrows, hoping a determined expression would help her mind think, "I'm still not a hundred percent sure if I'm dead, and so, if I can't be sure of my own state of existence, I can't be sure of anything ... except-" Keelin added pointing a finger into space. "-I'm pretty sure it doesn't matter either way."
She dropped her hand and relaxed her expression and smiled at her angel and in a few moments, she fell back to asleep. This time, she wouldn't wake up for another half hour.
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Jan 19, 2009 20:59:30 GMT -5
An angel... Brone smiled slightly, less out of a fantasy to be an angel, but because of her blindness to the facts thats she was alive and he was a vampire. Death could not possibly be so cold, so dismal. Could it? He always figured death was whatever you wanted it to be, surely, she did not want to be cold, she still shivered occasionally. Her dream could not have been him. Not this cave.... it didn't make sense to Brone, and maybe it never would. He for a second, doubted his own life they were closed off here, the snow swirling like patterns of magic outside the mouth, flames inside. He was lost in her fantasy. Who was alive here and who was dead? Was he dead, was this his dream? Had the bear killed him, and he was living this death by thinking he had saved a life. How could Brone prove to Keelin she was alive if he was uncertain if he even was?
And then she was asleep again. he'd never seen anyone sleep so much. For all that she was interested in names, and somehow in him, she had asked very little of him. he wondered why. His look still thoughtful when she awoke again. How much of the night had gone by?
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Post by Keelin de Lune on Jan 19, 2009 21:10:50 GMT -5
Keelin woke now certain of two things. The second certainty was that she was hungry - the empty sensation in her stomach let her know of that. However, hunger was something she was used to enduring; it seemed simply amazing that in all the twisted events, a random part of her remembered that she had last eaten yesterday night ... if in fact time passed by as she thought it did.
How unfair it was that she should feel this unpleasant sensation when she was in the company of her angel - cold was still ok because it made the body feel numb at least, but hunger was terribly ... real - it ruined the surreal feel the whole situation gave.
For some reason, she thought that his presence would cure that - or at least distract herself from it. So, she got up to move closer to him. In the process, she managed to trip and land her hand on a jagged rock. She scowled when she saw the blood and promptly stuck the side of her hand in her mouth and began sucking the blood. When she managed to sit next to him she glanced up apologetically, "I'm sorry - I've always been told it was a nasty vampiric habit, but it seems easier this way."
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Jan 19, 2009 21:22:40 GMT -5
Brone stiffened at the sharp smell of blood. he wasn't hungry--well, thirsty rather-- but the smell was like a child smelling cookies backing, it was still very much desired, even if it would make him sick. He sucked in a breath and said nothing as she sat beside him for a long time. This witch was surely curious, he could not figure her out, not at all. Not in the least.
"You know you're bound to be colder over here," He said simply. "Contrary to what you might think, you are not dead, nor dreaming, and the cold could quite easily kill you." Brone continued. It was not as if he hated her company, he just could not figure out her reasoning at all. He glanced behind him, the snow was slowing to a stop. Soon he could run her back close to her town and she could forget all about him. That would be best of course. Making sure she forgot him, that she thought this all a dream.
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Post by Keelin de Lune on Jan 19, 2009 21:33:25 GMT -5
Not dead or dreaming. Keelin considered this - slowly - hand still stuck in mouth. Keelin always wondered why other people seemed a bit bothered by blood. There was really nothing repulsive about it ... it didn't taste horrible either. Finally, when she felt the blood flow cease, she licked the wound clean and removed her hand from her mouth. The taste of blood lingered in her mouth, not unpleasantly.
"Well ..." Keelin began carefully, working her logic. "If this is real life, than you're still a hero, having saved me. Regardless if you're an angel or not - " Keeling tilted her head thoughtfully. "-though I'll always think of you that way." She sighed and looked at the ground. "And if this is real life, like everyone you will soon grow annoyed and bothered by me, and then you'll disappear and I'll never see you again ..."
Keelin was surprised by the ready emotion in her voice. The idea of him leaving seemed almost unbearable. She stared at the ground.
"So, being that all I said is inevitable ... I rather be close to you right now for how ever long I can, so I could savor the moment. So at least I'll have a good memory of you forever, rather than a vague idea."
One tear fell.
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Jan 19, 2009 21:56:55 GMT -5
Brone smiled faintly. "I won't grow tired of you. You fascinate me little witch." He some how had trouble with names, and he was also hoping that she would not suddenly ask his name. What would his response be? She would know as soon as he said his first name, it was well known, he was next for the throne.
Brone rubbed a cold finger across her cheek to wipe away the tear, for some reason feeling like he should nurture her, there was something in him that responded to her, it felt like love, but not at all in a romantic way, there was an unnamed bond there. Maybe every time you saved someone you became linked. He really should be running her home, back to where she lived. He looked out into the night, the stars seemed dimmed. How much night had passed. It surely had not been long enough to be the whole night, not yet.
"You seem like a girl who would remember me," Brone said, though he doubted himself so interesting. "You think me an angel... If I were to see one, i doubt I would forget." He said simply.
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Post by Keelin de Lune on Jan 19, 2009 22:11:11 GMT -5
Keelin looked up at the angel - shocked more than anything. No one has ever considered her fascinating .. it was ... so ... more than surprisingly - almost like an overwhelming relief and joy.
- that brought a fresh round of tears, but this time Keelin half choked with laughter.
"You have no idea- how long I've looked for you." Keelin managed through sobs and laughter. "I actually ... stopped looking, but I never lost hope." She looked up at him apologetically, for rambling and crying, but also with intense gratitude. "I waited ... thinking ... if I was patient enough ... if I was good enough ... someday you'd find me."
Keelin looked up at him while biting her lip, before covering her mouth with her hand and continuing cry, wrapping her arms around her knees and lowering her face - thinking if she could make herself as small as possible, it'd lessen the bother she might be.
It was ok if everything didn't make sense to him - her rambling and emotional response ... it's just, she had waited so long to find ... she wasn't even sure what she'd call him- but she had imagined someone like him in her mind so many times - on those nights when she let loneliness envelope her.
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Jan 19, 2009 22:21:16 GMT -5
What was she talking about? It sounded how you would greet a love. But he wasn't in love with her, he had a love to save. He had Serena. But he let her have a moment before he said, "I am only a friend to you little witch, I have a love who is waiting for me." that was already more than he had wanted to say, but he said little else. His mind pictured Serena, sitting in that cell, alone and weak, her baby kicking with need within her. He hoped she didn't suddenly get frantic and guilty, that would only be more troublesome, he would not explain his situation to her. Never probably. He might never see her again anyway.
He stood slowly and said, "The snow has died down. I will take you back to the edges of your land, but no farther." he said simply, looking down on her with soft eyes. This could not last forever. She knew that. And now he had an answer if she asked his name. He'd let her think him a dream, a spirit. He'd run through the land, wind whipping around, and he'd sing, make her think he was a force of nature. Not a scared man.
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Post by Keelin de Lune on Jan 19, 2009 22:31:22 GMT -5
Keelin laughed as her crying was dying down. "Not a lover ... but -" She couldn't find the word, and the only word that came close enough she couldn't bear to say. And what worse, suddenly there was talk of leaving. She looked at him, with her tear stricken eyes.
"Will I ever see you again angel?" she whispered, suddenly so overwhelmed with fear that she began shaking.
To lose him now ...
This was a pain too great to endure. She had thought she'd been through it all, but there was nothing in comparison to this. Her life seemed so much more empty. She herself had been so altered by this brief encounter - so changed - that there was no way she could imagine going back.
But this was it - like everyone - he had to leave. What could she expect? Nothing - she could never expect anything, but that never stopped her fool's heart from hoping.
As always, her natural defense kicked - her uncanny ability to control her emotions. Over the years it had become effortless, but now it was hard. Regardless, Keelin composed her face and evened her breathing. "Let's go." she muttered, suddenly indifferent.
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