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Post by Brone Van Estra on Jan 19, 2009 22:57:44 GMT -5
Brone saw her pain in her face. He said nothing, did not respond to her at first, he just held out a hand to her and pulled her up lightly, with so little pressure. She was so light. He smiled softly and answered her earlier question in the best way he knew how, with a song. He did not know if she would ever physically see him again, but he knew he would always remain a memory.
((http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9FAazfFe_pU&feature=related))
"Remember, I will still be here As long as you hold me, in your memory Remember me
Remember, when your dreams have ended Time can be transcended Just remember me
I am the one star that keeps burning, so brightly, It is the last light, to fade into the rising sun
I'm with you Whenever you tell, my story For I am all I've done
Remember, I will still be here As long as you hold me, in your memory Remember me
I am that one voice in the cold wind, that whispers And if you listen, you'll hear me call across the sky
As long as I still can reach out, and touch you Then I will never die
Remember, I'll never leave you If you will only Remember me
(Remember me...)
Remember, I will still be here As long as you hold me In your memory
Remember, when your dreams have ended Time can be transcended I live forever Remember me
Remember me Remember... me..."
Brone sang the last note and threw her onto his back, running down the side of the mountain to take her home. Not giving her time to respond.
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Post by Keelin de Lune on Jan 19, 2009 23:45:43 GMT -5
Cold wind whipping her face, and his voice were the last things she remembered. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Light poured through the window, falling on the white sheets - white only in name; somehow frequent washings were able to turn these sheets a light grey. Kee opened her eyes with a start and sat up. It wasn't a cave. It wasn't the mountainside. Oh no! Please no! Don't say it was all ...Keelin felt herself slide onto the floor as her world world followed suit, collapsing around her. But the voice! She couldn't have made that up! "Angel." she whispered, lowering her eyes, feeling the beginnings of tears when- she noticed a long black string amidst the folds of her dress. With a shaking hand, she picked up the delicate thread. It felt nothing like she had seen before - it was something ... ... exotic. She tied the string to her wrist, securing it with more knots than probably necessary. Breathe she instructed. This was all she needed - proof that it had happend; that he did exists - because that meant maybe one day she would she him again. Maybe - she dared to hope now. Quickly she checked herself. She must've fallen asleep in dress - at least she took off her shoes. How did she get home? Kee couldn't remember. Her dress smelled faintly of smoke - like from a fire! Kee laughed, clasping herself around the chest, trying to keep herself whole. It was a moment later when she realized something was missing from her pockets. Her picture! But she hadn't taken it out! Kee brushed off any momentary panic and smiled, walking towards the window. At least ... maybe ... it was quite possible... ... if it had fallen out that is ... that maybe he found it. So it would be with him. How ironic that he would sing her that song- and yet she'd end up leaving him a tangible reminder? She chuckled, feeling her laughter float off on the wind to who-knew what reaches. It wasn't until it flew away far enough, that the loneliness took over again, and Kee frowned. Solemnly, she walked back to bed, hoping her dreams would play out that night's events more clearly. As she tucked herself in, she couldn't help but think, Well ... at least I've got all my fingers.
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Jan 20, 2009 0:02:27 GMT -5
The night had seemed unreal to him. The girl--the witch who didn't act like one. A girl that looked right through him and saw something different, saw a savior. He wasn't a hero, nor an angel--but to her he was. Brone only saw himself as a man, a simple man, trying to save the woman he loved and stop a pointless war. He had dropped her by the boundaries to her land, watching quietly as he found her home and entered it quietly. Then he had left, like a whisper on the wind, like the spirit she thought he was. On his way back, brone had found an old strange photo. It must have been Keelin, with other orphans. And when he found it on his desk the next morning he knew it had been real. He got out of his lonely, empty bed to hold it in his hands. Something was important about her, but he wasn't sure what it was.
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Post by Keelin de Lune on Jan 20, 2009 0:21:44 GMT -5
Somehow, the mountain range seemed so much more fraught with peril today. Maybe because right now, Keelin wasn't wishing for the sweet relief of death; maybe because she was desperately looking for something - and she was afraid, deathly afraid, that she would never find it again.
It, more specifically was a he. A very special he - there wasn't a creature out there that could resemble his unique perfection.
With much stumbling, she made it to the top of a cliff. She looked around, but saw nothing but white and specks of grey rock. Who did she think she was? She wasn't a vampire - there was no way she'd spot him out of the blue.
Desperately she called out that only thing she could refer to him as.
"Angel!"
She sank to the ground. "I miss you." she whispered.
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Jan 20, 2009 10:53:51 GMT -5
Of course, Brone could not go out during the day, but he felt like his mysterious witch would be looking for him, for the photo, if she even knew it was missing. The sun in the sky tantilized him, made himbounce on the balls of his feet as he moved to get dressed, purely to distract himself from thinking of her, or Serena. thoughts of Serena seeped into every bone and muscle in his boyd, all of it aching for her, and he knew that in two days, she would be killed---or more accurately, the next morning. Or was it the morning after? "Dammit." Brone shouted punching another hole in his wall. He didn't have time, and he didn't know how to save her. What kind of man was he? Who would spend his time trying to keep a little witch alive and talk to her when he should have been searching for a way to set his love legally free.
He tried to tell himself that it was harder than that, he was trying to break his father's iron resolve. Trying to get his father to free something he hated, even partially. Why did Vlad hate witches so much anyway? They were different, but not so much that Brone couldn't sometimes understand them.
He went through his day, ready to tear out his hair, and as soon as the sun set, he catapulted from the palace gates. But would that witch make teh same mistake twice, ebing outside at night in the mountains? Was she a glutton for punishment? Could he even find her if she was?
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Post by Keelin de Lune on Jan 20, 2009 13:59:18 GMT -5
Even though Keelin was trudging through ankle deep snow in a barren mountain range plagued with unknown dangers, she would like to think she wasn’t being too stupid. In fact, she had points for her defense – warm furs, thick boots, and a few bits of dried salmon. She figured, in any case, she could dig a snow cave.
But not now.
Now she was waiting for him, up on a cliff with the wind encasing her in a freezing grip. But she stared at it defiantly – if you could stare at the wind.
She had waited very long for her angel – all her life. She could wait forever.
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Jan 20, 2009 18:29:04 GMT -5
Brone ran for a ways, into the mountains to see better, and then.... There! She had been looking for him too. And he was off again, like a shot, a solitary blur of black against the snow covered side of the mountain. She might see him, but she might not, if she wasn't looking for him. Would that scare her? A blinding flash of black. She seemed the excitable type.
He started to hum the song he had sung to her, to tip her off that it was him, in case she was afraid. Then he paused in his run and materialized in front of her, with a small smile on his face. he bowed deeply. "Keelin." He looked up, standing straight, looking dignified this time, as opposed to relaxed.
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Post by Keelin de Lune on Jan 20, 2009 19:08:37 GMT -5
Even before there was any indication of a presence, Keelin almost felt as though he was near. Of course, she only partially believed it - she never trusted her instincts; knowing things without proof seemed like a risky business, even though they always proved right.
Out of her peripheral vision, Keelin thought she saw a blur, and her head snapped to the side so quickly, it was almost like a nervous hen. But whatever it was - if there was anything; it had gone. She was left staring at a snowy mountainside.
The wind always sounded like a string orchestra tuning before a concert; Keelin normally loved the chaotic mess that it was - melodic, though without a unifying harmony. Suddenly, amidst the dissonance came a true melody - faint at first and then clearer.
It was his song, and that was his voice. So rich and beautiful, that the wind seemed to carry it through space with great care. He was coming! Keelin began rising, overjoyed. She had been right! He was nearby! He was -
right in front of her. It was surprising, but the shock did nothing more than jump-start her delight. So after he bowed and said her name, which sounded all the more beautiful from his breath taking voice, Keelin couldn't simply curtsy or bow in return - as seemed most appropriate to match his dignified pose - but she sprinted the few steps that kept them apart and latched her arms around his chest.
"Oh Angel you came back!" she exclaimed into his chest, while squeezing him tightly, almost to affirm that he was solid; he was real;
and he was there.
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Jan 20, 2009 19:15:24 GMT -5
A smile caught Brone by surprise and he looked down at her. He knew his skin was cold, and hers was warm to his touch. He would wait for her to pull away, if she should stay too long--was it possible to chill all the way through? "Yes." Was all he could say. he was her angel, and he was back. Looking for her.
Brone was silent then, his mind catching up to his body-- for he must have left it far away. He stroked her hair or a moment before unhooking her arms gingerly to look at her. Was there anyway she could help him? "Keelin...." How could he ask for help without giving his identity away? She would never believe him up here, but how to prove it?
"I need your help."
He, the angel, needed help. Would she understand?
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Post by Keelin de Lune on Jan 20, 2009 19:45:25 GMT -5
"I knew you would." Keelin whispered inaudibly into his shirt. She held on, never wanting to let go, until he detached her arms from around him - gently so, though. His faced was carefully composed, but seemingly worried at the edges. She gazed up at it, her smile gone, but her expression still soft and her eyes expectant. She was about to ask, Yes Angel? but he had spoken.
And she answered all too quickly.
"Anything." she swore, keeping her expression earnest. Though he towered over her and she was a rather delicate, she tried to look capable of some sort of assistance. If only he needed help baking, then he definitely came to the right lousy witch.
Something in his expression, though, told her he wasn't asking for her secret recipe to blueberry pie.
Regardless of what it was, Keelin knew, before she knew herself ... if that made any sense, that she would do anything to help her Angel. The very idea that anything was bothering, or at worse, endangering her Angel not only made her feel worried -
but to her own surprise she felt a undercurrent of anger. How dare they!
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Jan 20, 2009 19:53:01 GMT -5
"I am no angel, and I know you will not believe me readily," Brone said first looking at her carefully, measuring each word. Testing the waters, so to speak. He was afraid to send her running, afraid she might think he was just interested in her blood, if she ever indeed figured out that he was a vampire. "So I will get right to the point."
He paused again, looking away at the moon. "My love is to be killed, and I have not found a way to save her." Brone looked pained at these words, and indeed he was. How could he not even save Serena? His only real love? Especially with her great with his child. It was too soon to die. To early. They had so much ahead of them..... The three of them. But Keelin would do anyhing..... Was there anything she could do but listen to his troubles? "My father has sentenced her to burning, for having witch in her blood."
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Post by Keelin de Lune on Jan 21, 2009 18:37:18 GMT -5
It naturally took a moment for Keelin to understand all that was going on - not so much to understand the basic concepts (that was pretty clear and could be summarized in a few words: love in trouble need help.) What put Keelin's mind on pause for the moment were all the implications.
Firstly, if she was in trouble for having witch in her blood, that meant she wasn't wholly witch, but something else ... And that something else must really hate witches if she was sentenced to death for that very reason. Something else ... not an angel ...
Keelin voluntarily shuddered and closed her eyes when the word manifested itself in her mind. Vampire
It was an unfortunate reaction to all the horror stories, propaganda, and fear she felt growing up. And out of shock she opened her eyes -
only to find that she was still staring at the same beautiful face, instead of a bloodthirsty beast.
Before she could begin a debate in mind concerning right and wrong, she remembered one key point: he had saved her life, and she owed him. That was the one detail she needed - as long as she could convince herself that this was the only option and plant herself on a single course of action, adrenaline would silence worrying thoughts and second guessing itself.
In her mind, she would answer with determination and fierce courage, but naturally, she stuttered out her response, but she could also blame that on the cold.
"I could c-cause a distr-a-action and you help-p her esc-cape."
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Jan 21, 2009 19:25:06 GMT -5
Brone frowned. Although she had obviously put things all together. The shock on her face hurt. It felt like a blow. It shouldn't have, it was only natural. Now, what she had felt as devotion was more like a burden of a trade of services. How could he make her understand he was not keen on her blood.
"It will not be so simple. And I'm not sure if you ca help at all.... I just need someone to listen." Brone admitted softly, looking into her eyes, trying to figure out just how much she wanted to run away. He could not smell fear like he thought he would, but maybe it was hidden by something else.
"I am Brone Van Estra---but do not think of me a prince, I'm just a man, trying to do something right," Brone said trying to cut off any comment she might make. "I'm afraid its all my fault, and she'll die, her and my child in her, because of me--- and whatever small portion of her lineage that is witch."
Brone looked away now, feeling more like a prince than he wanted to at that moment. And he sighed, eyes still off in the distance, seeing the castle which Keelin could not see. "I never wanted this war." He said it so softly she might not have heard.
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Post by Keelin de Lune on Jan 21, 2009 19:59:23 GMT -5
The anguish on his face was so apparent, so true - it broke Keelin's heart, even though just a second ago she was frightened ( but only momentarily she reminded herself, as if to squash any notions that fear was well deserved.) What scared her the most was that she would not be able to help; that she'd be useless.
This was most frightening of all because something in the tone of his voice told her that if this all ended badly, that she may not see him ever again. Keelin didn't know how she would continue to exist, knowing it was all her fault that, no matter where she looked or how long she waited, she'd never see her angel again.
So, she did have no choice - she would either die (metaphorically speaking); or die trying to help him. If she took the second path, there was a small chance everyone could live happily ever after. That was her only option.
What was worse was that he just confirmed her fear - And I'm not sure if you can help at all ... Keelin fumed; although she grabbed at every opportunity to help, she couldn't just stand around sharing feelings when things could be done!
"Stop moping!" She commanded, stamping her foot on the ground - which resulted in nothing but an embarrasing squish of the snow. She was no good at putting on an air of intimidation and she couldn't wield ferocity like a battle axe. All she could end up doing was seem like a very angry little child or a moody cat. Her rage made it hard to concentrate on anything else he had said.
"You can't stand here on the summit of a cliff pondering your life in retrospect! Someone important could be dying now! Or soon! We have to do something! I can be a distraction and you could help her escape."
She glared at him, now on a roll. "Or I could just go and save her myself, either way, I'm not standing here and waiting, and you better get your ass in gear!" She promptly turned and began her decent - probably going the wrong way too.
It was the single largest collection of passionate words she had ever said all together. She knew that last part was mostly a bluff - she had no idea where to look for an imprisoned pregnant vampire, much less any knowledge of the vampire lands at all, and she'd probably die within a few steps of entering them.
But, as she previously decided: she was going to die either way. Only now, all the rage masked an undercurrent of crippling fear, because unlike before, she knew death either way, would come very painfully.
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Jan 21, 2009 20:11:29 GMT -5
Brone laughed at first. No one had ever been angry at him in such a way. Except for maybe Mina, and she was nasty. Keelin was like a little girl, and of a lower class. Yelling at him, him. He knew it shouldn't have been funny, but it was. And her words hit him hard, he knew he had to do something, but if he went in unprepared, he could make it worse.
But as he thought, she has started marching away and the prince shook his head, materializing beside her, one strong hand against her shoulder from in front of her, hindering any further progress. "There are much faster ways to travel." he said lightly, her determinination and mixed expression priceless. "And going in without a plan would be quite fatal, especially for you." he continued. Witches smelled reasonably good to some, and she'd be attacked on sight in the castle. His eyes looked back into hers, trying to get ehr to comply before they went anywhere else. But he knew she could not manage on her own, not out here, and not in his lands. She had to know that herself.
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