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Post by Sairalinde Sustrem on Mar 15, 2006 23:29:00 GMT -5
Her cheeks flustered a bright red. She imagined this was how little girls felt when they were kissed and told something for the first time by someone they liked so much. She knew how she felt already but she would wait before she verbalized anything. Give him enough time as well, and in the process save herself from looking like she's rushed herself into these types of feelings. She let one of her hands lay on his cheek. "You're so cute when you blush, Malachi." That smile still on her face. "Take as much time trying to discover your feelings. I will not be going anywhere."
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Post by Malachi Vondrak on Mar 15, 2006 23:31:54 GMT -5
"I would not allow you to go anywhere, we can't, not now that we've just discovered this." Smiling, he just put his own hand atop hers and looked deeply into her eyes, lost in them, so warm and gentle to him all the time they'd known one another. Such a passion in her that he always felt and now had as a part of his own. It was all so new to him and he made a mental note to speak to his son about such things and how he might have to deal with it, and he sighed sadly mentally, and cursed this, yet found it humorous. The first serious time he would have to take advice, and this advice would be from none other than that smelly boy he met long ago.
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Post by Sairalinde Sustrem on Mar 15, 2006 23:38:45 GMT -5
Her breath got caught in her throat when she gazed into those lovely blue eyes of his. Such a beauty and such wisdom hidden deep within them. She took a nice long breath, and then let her hand move along his face. Her index finger tracing along his skin and his scar. "I wouldnt go anywhere as it were. I refuse to leave from your side, Malachi..." She took another breath. "...Not with what I feel for you..and what I've felt for sometime now." She moved her head closer and kissed the top of his scar. "What caused the scar?"
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Post by Malachi Vondrak on Mar 15, 2006 23:43:45 GMT -5
"The scar, well, the scar, is quite an interesting thing. Not as funny as one that Fenrir gave me when he was starting to figure things out in the world, or when Rionos was a small boy, or even Sirius. The whole family has given me one harm or another, but this scar, is something my father taught me with magic, that it can help, but it can also punish. And I was punished that day. The cut bled for days, until I was forced to stay in my bed and only then did my father fix it, but he left the scar there, forever to remind me of what power I wield and how that power can harm just as much as it can help." He smiled. No one had ever really asked specifically how he had gotten it, but he just let everything flow in front of her.
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Post by Sairalinde Sustrem on Mar 15, 2006 23:49:49 GMT -5
She listened thoughtfully for awhile. "I think scars are quite attractive, especially on you. Your father did te correct thing. A scar is not just some mark on your skin it is a sign of trial and error." She moved her hand away from his face. "Just how old are you?" She canted her head to the side. "You are very wise to be very young. Hmm, wiser than some other Fallens I've come across...most creatures for that matter." She ran a few things throug her head. "I apologize, you must think I'm giving you quite the inquisition. But...I cannot help my inquisitive nature. You can never know an answer unless you ask. Even if curiosity killed the cat."
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Post by Malachi Vondrak on Mar 15, 2006 23:52:51 GMT -5
"Technically, I should be roughly, well, maybe about three thousand something? Let's just say I've been around a LOT longer than that thanks to my abilities and magic. Fascinating thing, but I do think that as old as I might be, and let me tell you, I don't know anymore, but there may be a way through magic to know, but back to the point. Your age won't have a bias against mine." He laughed.
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Post by Sairalinde Sustrem on Mar 15, 2006 23:56:28 GMT -5
"Oh it's not as if age matters much. Maturity is key for most everything in this world. And I've seen a lot of maturity in you." She smiled. "I suppose my next question is...what is your race? It's something I've tried not to pry into. I can usually tell instantly but with you...I never could. Maybe it was my bias, the fact that I didnt want to pry myself into your life and know things the easy way. I would much rather learn them little by little, without need of my abilities."
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Post by Malachi Vondrak on Mar 15, 2006 23:59:39 GMT -5
"Well, I've never bothered to figure that out. Tried when I was much younger, but never found anything out, so I never tried again. Whatever I am, must be very cool though, since I'm very cool." He laughed."No more questions for now. Let us go rest together somewhere a bit more secluded."
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Post by Sairalinde Sustrem on Mar 16, 2006 0:01:17 GMT -5
She chuckled. "Oh yes, you're the coolest cat in the land." She shook her head but kept that smile on her features. "That sounds like a grand idea." She tightened her hand tat she held. "And you my cool cat, I shall let you lead me to wherever you wish." She fixed her shirt and just waited for him to make the next move.
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Post by Malachi Vondrak on Mar 16, 2006 0:03:43 GMT -5
"Good, I wish to show you only a land that magic could create, a small little place which I can go to truly think when I want to be alone." Smiling as if he held the best secret in the world, he held to her and vanished in a wisp of blue smoke.
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