| Jarvey
Join Date: Feb 2007 Location: dancing on the stars
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Kirilia
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Originally Posted by doloresU  Fay almost started shivering with desire. His hands, so rough and strong, holding onto her bare shoulders. It was truly amazing... She never knew he could feel so... careful. His hands were definatley on her shoulders but if she had not been looking into his eyes she would not of known they were there at all. The gentle caress... Was he trying to taunt her? Did he know? Was he just trying to make it harder for her to resist?! To try and get her to make a fool of herself... But surely not. He was too... professional? Nice? And surely he wouldnt even try to lead her on because he didn't think of her like that?! Right...?
Oh gods! That voice! So deep and rumbling! So entrancing! And O! That laugh! Its sound was music to her ears. The music of beautiful angels... Angels... How handsome his face was! Perhaps his face was carved by angels? If so, in her opinion, his face was their most beautiful work. She was still very aware of his hands setting lightly on her shoulders as she was aware that if she moved her head a few inches her lips would make contact with his. But then, she was almost certain her heart would stop beating and she would faint, right there in the river, unable to even drag herself to the bank an put her cloak around her shoulders to warm herself while she died of heart failure. Fay had to giggle at the thought, her sweet laugh carrying a short distance, but seemed like a mile.
The weed's water splashed her sweet face and she looked at him accusingly, with her usual burning gaze. But instead of this gaze being natural, she was using it to mask something... to mask and emotion. She cuold not believe this. Why? Why now!? She had gotten all the way to thhe age of nineteen, an age where most married, with out falling in love! Why couldn't she make it just a tad bit longer?! Why oh why! Was it customary, to fall in love? Could you truly not prevent it? Did our soul need food, and love was the provider? Did black hearted things need love? Or fiery spirited warriors? Did she need love? Her mind and heart told her she did and if she moved her head just a bit, then she would be extremly happy. But to waste a lifelong friendship on a few mere seconds of pleasure?! Surely not! His face was moving closer to hers, making her heart beat fast. She ad never known it to beat so fast, even when she was on an adrenaline rush. But perhaps this was the biggest risk, letting herself stand here and not move. She hoped her will was stronger than her. Oh how she wanted to move! Oh how she wanted to stay! Oh how she was torn! She returned his gaze and half smiled, wondering if this was a joke or not. Surely a joke! But with Murrough she never knew what to believe. "Hm..." she finally answered, thinking back to stories of knights. "They would sweep me up in their arms and kiss me, hoping to steal my heart in a few moments. And I, being the weak willed and minded damsel, would let my heart be stolen." Oh how weak hearted I truly am... wanting to kiss a friend and fellow warrior. Fellow respected warrior. But don't let him see it! Let your head be held high in confidence and your manners defiant. This was easy for Fay for it was her natural manner, but pretending she wasn't thinking about him was quite more difficult, though she was finally able to do so. Her will power was slipping with that rumble that sounded like the sea. Murrough was the ocean! Eyes so, voice so, strong and powerful! Handsome, majestic! Cool! Soothing! Fierce!
At Fay's words, which were uncannily like the picture he held in his head, Murough's heart thumped even harder than it had before. Something he had not known was even possible. He half expected Fay to go 'Wait what was that thumping noise?' but she did not. Still, her words had a deep effect on Murough. His eyes grew dark with desire that he struggled not to show.
"Steal your heart?" he asked, his voice held a slight tremble that was not entirely due to the cold, "And would a kiss be all it took for these knights to steal it?" he asked, his fingers tracing small circles over her shoulders, almost without him noticing. Gods, this was almost too much to bear. Her trembling lips were so close. He could almost taste their sweetness. Oh, how heavenly they would feel! But he forced his eyes to hers and forced himself to speak to her. This was all a game, wasn't it? They were merely playing, weren't they? It was what friends did. Right? "Though, if I may say so, Fay, you do not strike me as being very weak willed..." he teased gently, knowing very well she was nothing of the sort But he liked the purple fire fire that flashed in her eyes when she was being defiant. It boded well for...er...attitudes elsewhere...
ooc; sorry this is shortish! i'm late for uni! :p
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