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Guest · Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2005 3:35 pm Post subject: Writing the Heavens.

She lay the book across their knees, his body moving slightly into hers, the book settling comfortably. Page by page they read the verses, her glance to him often. The Lord this closely smelled of man, sweet, and hinting of recent activity. More than once, small smiles formed on their lips as they continued to ponder the great many verses held within the old tome. Closing the binding gently, her hand brushing his leg, attentions turned towards the seas.

The Lord did not move away from her, the warmth of their legs grazing, she was untroubled by this gesture. Words shared, of his Lord Swiftar, small conversations of sister Mia. She felt his hand upon her own, barring no weight, but only lightly resting. The heat of their legs, combined with his touch, left her moving her hand gently, nervously. Sensations of warmth began to rise, spanning the length of her form. She shifted her hand once more, and his Lord moved slowly to entwine their fingers...It was overmuch, as her movement indicated to the Lord Majere.

They set long into the evening, and as the sky grew darker, and the stars took their place to the heavens, they viewed them, and more. His Lord a talent, perhaps vision upon the heavens, like none other. She listened thoughtfully, and was intrigued.

He went on to apologize, his gesture, and the disquiet it may have brought upon her, but she could not explain the sensation, and that it was not one, of discomforts. His Lord continued to allay his attentions, genuine. This she doubted not, for the Lord has a most sincere posture.

Partings ,tentative, they lingered in each others company some time. At last his Lord descending the stair well, the Lady Paladin felt the flush reside from her neck, and coolness once more reached her limbs.

Leshok Majere · Certifiable Joined: 05 Jan 2004 Posts: 1790 Location: Ohio

Leshok lay in his bed looking at the ceiling, lost in thought of the week's events. The week had been a constant whirlwind of emotions for him, touching every level of good and bad he had known for a long time. The pain he felt when Vaen and Ceinwyn were captured, and he at first helpless to get to them. The anger of hearing that someone commited murder inside the Holy Church of the Virtues, the sadness he felt as Molly sacrificed land to rescue Vaen. The confusion of where he stood between the ways Vaen and James wanted to deal with Ivy, the rejoice of seeing Vaen and Cein safe again. The fear of seeing Vaen so visibly changed from the ordeal, yet the intrigue of seeing how Vaen's presence seemed to change Ceinwyn.

He lay there looking out the window at the stars a small smile creeping his lips. Through it all, he had an anchor though, something keeping him centered. He reached over and lit a candle, drawing out a small parchment Labelle had sent to him. How blessed he felt, that she was beginning to return the feelings he showed to her, and yet how worried he was that he might tred past the boundaries Labelle, having no experience she expressed in the ways of infatuation between men and women. Ever was Leshok careful to watch for the slightest sign of discomfort, so he might remedy the situation.

Such a thing was not a burden though in his thoughts. Labelle's shyness, withdrawn manner, and for lack of better words purity, where things Leshok not only admired, but was enchanted by. He had never met a woman such as herself, even amongst other female Paladins, Labelle was truely a gem, and she had blushed, and nervously shifter her way into his heart. He thought then of the happenings earlier in the evening, and of how Labelle seemed more comfortable with him at every next encounter. He could not wish for more, and still waited for the day she would be comfortable enough to just call him by his name, and not refer to him as "M'lord"

Smiling, he remembered how earlier in the eve the small displays of affection and comfort she gave to him. How she didn't stray from slight physical contact with him, or how long his hand lay on hers before she felt nervous, perhaps carried away? Of how she rested her cheek on his hand, when he lifted her chin to meet his gaze when she mourned an ogre killing his horse. How then as he was leaving and he asked if she had any request of him she only answered "That you return", and then how she did not flinch, nor shift nervously when in parting, he laid a small kiss upon her forehead.

Leshok smiled to himself reading the letter she sent to him over and over. Finaly he blew out the candle and put the letter away, having well memorized the words Labelle used, to admit her feelings to him.
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After all these years, I'm still putting up with Kuja and Vaen? whats wrong with me?

"Fri Jan 14 20:07:01 2005 [08:45:38] Kuja: ghaahahahahahha...ha..h.a..... NOTHING TO FREAKING DO IN GAME GAH"

Some things never change even after 4 years...