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Post by Samaena on Jan 24, 2005 6:39:31 GMT -5
They were only doing their job! As much as all four of the guards would have loved to have released Aeron, all they could do was stand watch. However, one of them had to tell Noa didn’t they?
Guard 1 – “She still aint touched it. In fact I don’t think she’s even moved”<br> Exasperated he scratched his head and sighed. The other three gathered around to peer into the darkness of the hole they had to watch over.
Guard 2 – “Is she dead?”<br>Guard 1 – “I bloody hope not. Can you imagine…”
He didn’t finish but grave looks were exchanged between them.
Guard 4 – “I’ll go but if things go badly I swear I’ll beat you all”<br> Half hearted grins were their only reply. The three others took their posts one more as the one that said he’d go puffed up as he took a deep breath to brace himself. In the faint clatter of armour the only sound as he walked toward Noa’s court.
The plate of food had again gone untouched. It had been provided as all prisoners were at least fed. The fruit had been left too long, the brown taint of the air’s touch upon the flesh. Aeron had been hungry, weak with it in fact but this was too much to bear. Every time she moved her head throbbed more than it was already, her wrists and ankles burned, yet froze at the same time. It was just easier to lay so very still, she hadn’t said a single word since she was carried away and her dreams…some pleasant were all she clung to. As time moved along, even she knew it’d get worse. She had to wonder if Noa remembered the times they had spent together. The laughter, the games, the talks. How close they had been. Inseparable for the most part. She loved him in her own way, only…she had never said as much, always keeping him at arms length, till it had become to late. Her promise to the Poison Elf that had kept coming back was one she couldn’t break, not if she had wanted to. There had been a time when she had planned to take her place at Noa’s side but…as always something had to happen. The heaviest sigh left her pale parted lips. Again fingers twitched slightly as if she wanted to reach for something but she ne’er moved any more than that.
Guard 4 – Upon approaching Noa’s lair as it were, he could only frown as the winters death seemed to be upon the place so soon. They all felt it…the whole of the homelands was rife with whispered rumours, all and sundry wondering which way the trial would go, the turn of events leading up to such an event. All he could do was clear his throat and speak up. It didn’t matter where Noa was for his voice would carry…even beyond the waters of the falls. “She’s not eating M’Lord. In fact we haven’t seen her move since she was placed in there.” There was concern in his voice and if there was anything that could have been done, if anything at all. It was Noa that would have to say. A bold move followed as the guard spoke freely “She looks ill M’Lord. Very ill in fact” he’d have gone on but there was little point. He had merely come to relay their concerns, nothing more. It had been a tough decision to make to leave his post to relay her condition but, he was sure things would have been much worse if anything had happened, or gone awry and he had not said a word.
With that he merely nodded with respect, then turned to venture back to the other three. Relieved to be heading away from the courts. Noa’s moods had been volatile of late and he did not want to get caught in the cross-fire.
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Post by Noa on Jan 24, 2005 7:29:26 GMT -5
Indeed a winter-esque feel had fallen over the Court, nd at first, Noa didn't seem to notice the Guard that he had stationed, one of four to be exact approaching, barely heard his tongue that spoke about concerns. Yet even though this seemed to be assumed, he was very well aware, but was unable at he time to convey any sort of emotional respeonse, but rather, after the Guard disembraks for his post, gets up and makes his way down that very same corridor, motioning them all to leave him with the prisoer...for now.
Kneeling down, he kept away from touching the grate of iron, and looked down into the holding cell. " Aeron," he said with a slight whisper, but loud enough that it would echo slightly off the iron walls, " You need to eat...if you are to survive this and prove your case."
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Post by Samaena on Jan 24, 2005 9:33:21 GMT -5
Unaware of what was happening above her, unaware that concerns of her state were and had been relayed to Noa, it wasn’t until she heard the guards disappearing as they had been told to leave…the whisper that followed echoing down into the pit she had been cast into.
She didn’t want to move, she didn’t want to be seen, least of a by Noa himself. What on earth was he to think of her now? As if things weren’t bad enough…at least she could say she had, and upheld her honour. To be ready to sacrifice herself in order to save a greater cause than her own. At least she still had that, she still had the goddess and the images she had seen from the visit she had paid to Lillith. They’d perhaps never know and at least, they couldn’t touch that. It was hard enough to move, let alone raise her head from the floor. Small particles of dirt stuck to the side of her pale and ashen face. Crystal blues usually so vibrant and full of life held nothing and were considerably dulled. Did he see that? Squinting a little so she could see him looking in…the scorching pain searing her wrists as she moved brought her to bite back the sharpest of gasps. Her ankles burned and her flesh was already beginning to blister and peel away. Her hands and fingers already raw with her efforts to find relief. There wasn’t the heart to eat… there was only a slow turn of her head toward the plate that kept the fruit from the soiled floor. It hardly looked appetising.
“Would you eat it?” she questioned with nothing more than a parched, dry and coarse whisper. It was a fair question too. If he couldn’t have stomached what they had offered her, then how was she supposed to? “What I need is to have these removed” he’d have known she was referring to the iron manacles that burned and hurt so badly. Did he have any idea what they felt like? Did he have any idea of what it was like to be stuck down here without the power of the Fae? He could never comprehend…and she hadn’t either when she had said she was ready to pay for her crime. If only she had known, she might have actually given in to Noa, at least there would have been some semblance of normality. Lillith and Evie wouldn’t have had to worry.
This was the most she had said and moved since she had been carried from the Court. How could he watch her be destroyed in such a manner? Aeron would not plead again, she would not beg for release. She had implored him once, even reached for a touch she would never find. Slowly and oh so very carefully she’d lower herself back to the floor of her pit. Perhaps it was just as well her hair covered her face for the tears that betrayed every scrap of pain she felt streaked her face once more. “Go away Noa” she whispered softly. Had he heard her at all? Would he truly leave her when all she needed was to know there was a voice, arms to comfort and keep her safe? Where were they now? She’d been left abandoned in this hole till they came for her and put her to trial. To plead her case? There was no case to plead. She’d admit taking the Heart, she’d admit giving to another…but for why? They’d never understand. “Leave me alone” words spoken and meant to sting though it was the last thing she really wanted.
The chain dragged across the floor as she moved painfully once more. To bury her face in the crook of her elbow. To sob so very quietly…she couldn’t even curl her fingers into her hands to form fists against that fire. She needed the Heather Balm to ease, she needed so much, yet it was so little…<br>
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Post by Theoren Roullier on Jan 24, 2005 20:29:54 GMT -5
The wind was playful again this morning, dancing with the dead leaves and the snowflakes around the Lumination, twirling and swirling around the patrons and the trees whistling through them and through the chimneies and the pipes. It was almost as if it were alive, a sentient being, people thought. Ah, if only they knew. If only they could see it was smiling at them. The breeze blew upwards towards the french doors and carressed the outside of them, sliding along the clear glass panels and the wrought iron framework almost lovingly, as if this was something it has missed. Something it had once held very dear.
Filtering through the cracks in the windows where the cauking was lacking the breeze picked up the scent of lilacs and wafted it all about the room as it radiated from the sad looking woman staring at herself in the mirror. How long had it been already, Lillith? How long since he had left you without even so much as a goodbye? You were used to him leaving you, weren't you? But you always held hope in your heart, a secret hope you kept all to yourself that he would come back. And he always did, didn't he? But even you knew not this time. No, now he was gone. Truly gone. The pain must be unbearable.
The wind sighed gently, sounded strikingly like a human voice as it slid around the body of the beautiful silver haired woman who was nursing her private wounds in the safety of her bedroom. A breeze in a locked up room... how very strange! And it was not like the harsh winds of winter that blew outside the doors of her Inn, no this wisp of air was warm and inviting as it danced with her all about the room, picking up her hair and swirling it all around her head... was she going mad, or was it interacting with her? Was she out of her mind... or did it smell like the salt air of the sea... and... and like... him?
And then as sudden as the wind had come it was gone again, fleeting out the cracks in the window once more to mingle with the outside air, but maybe out of the corner of her eye she might see the shimmer, the effervesence of a being that had come to say goodbye and remind her that her love would never ever be forgotten.
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And so it was with regret that he could not speak to Lillith directly, but he knew he was not even supposed to be here interfering let alone be speaking. His energy was too weak to even maintain material form right now even if he wanted to hold her and wrap wings around the lilac princess that he had loved so dear in life. But she would know... he had faith in that much. And there was someone else who needed him right now much much more. Lillith would always know how to survive and he would always keep an eye on her, but there was a second Luminatti that very much needed a guardian angel at this time.
Poor poor Aeron, locked up in a cell, hiding in her cold dark corner all alone. It was almost unbearable. As Noa leaned next to the door and spoke to her, as she rebuked him and turned her face, the wind almost misted to cry her tears for her. The pain... she had helped him surmount by reuniting him with his family with such a great sacrifice had cost her everything. Now she knew how he had felt for fifty years imprisioned in a place he never should have been barred from those he loved most. And he felt for her, he pitied her poor ill form for he knew what that pain could do to a body. But all was not lost. There was someone watching over Aeron, too.
the warm breeze blew around Noa's face, imploring him to be gentle with the small fae in her cage, circling him as if to announce that there was more than just the two of them there. A third being sought to partake in this meeting. Aeron... the familiar voice was hoarse and barely audible in her mind alone. I have not much time on this plane. I must recharge in Keter... the wind slipped past Noa and enveloped the fae girl with a protective warmth and moisture clinging to her skin, a reassurance that she was not alone. Eat the food, my dear. Stay strong. I will not fail you in my promise. I will protect you. I simply need more time. Her hair cling about her face and neck as the wind gently pushed it this way and that, playing with her to lift her spirits and convince her that all was not lost.
I will be back for you. Don't lost hope, love. I am watching you, and your sisters. Harm will not befall any of you. But the voice was already waning, fading to little volume as it spoke to her, and the wind seemed less forceful suddenly. He was losing his hold here. But he would be back, just as he promised, and as the wind left her side and swirled up out of the cell like a funnel cloud into the sky, a single white feather colored like the inside of a seashell with gold trimming floated softly down and settled by her side.
Aeron had herself her very own guardian angel.
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Post by Noa on Jan 25, 2005 2:01:57 GMT -5
Noa didn't know what to think, or make f the warmg breeze, but was aware that within his Court, it had not been of his own making...he regarded it, and in his mind was a deliberate outside force that somehow had manage to sneak into the Homelands. Though if his concerns for Aeron weren't enough, he might have been more compelled to act in an unsightly demeanor. Her words had stung, and as he drew away, knowing somehow it was really the last thing she wanted, he called for the Guards. " Open the cell...NOW!" he beckoned to him, his eyes infuriated to the point they jumped and obeyed.
" Remove the manacles, and take her to my private chamber...this hole is killing her." His word was still absolute, and they were all but reluctant to heed his commands. " The four of you will station yourself in the corridor outside my quarters, being there is only one way in and one way out....she will not try and escape." Turning away, he stormed out of the chambers and would await them to deliver her as ordered.
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Post by Samaena on Jan 25, 2005 5:48:31 GMT -5
The whisper within her mind was nothing more than a gentle touch. Enough to cause her to hold her breath while she listened. Soul-less eyes ceased their tears and slowly she raised her head as though she were to look for the friendly face to match the voice. She hardly dare breathe, the voice was so weak and he had stated as much. The warmth of the breeze circling her, enfolding her in its embrace, the sheen glistening on her pallid flesh…there was no doubt in her mind who this was. In fact she was relieved to know that he had come, that he offered what he could but she voiced nothing. Lacking all heart to pay much attention to the playful unseen fingers through her hair, there was perhaps only the smallest twitch of her pale and broken lips that could have indicated a smile. She didn’t want to play. It hurt far too much to move. Only she did…reaching carefully for the feather that had fallen through the iron grate above…curling her scorched, swollen fingers about the delicate treasure. She’d have clung to it in a heartbeat if the pain hadn’t been so severe.
So far Theoren’s promises had been good and she sighed with a shuddering sob, laying her head back upon her arm as he had told her not to lose hope, that he would come back for her, that her sisters were safe. There was so much comfort taken from those few words. Again though she was left bereft as the warmth of he wind had gone as quickly as it had come. Still there wasn’t a word to pass her lips…<br> Noa’s voice was sharp and commanding as he ordered the four to open the cell, to remove the manacles that had left her ankles and wrists raw. The iron had cut into her so mercilessly. Lillith would have made it all better, she’d have been gathered up and adored so carefully…if only she could have gone home. Then again she was home…<br>There was no fight for the guards as they carefully climbed down into the pit, there was nothing but submission as the manacles were removed…and yet, it was all done in silence. There wasn’t a word spoken among any of them. Noa had spoken and he had been right. She would not try to run, for she would achieve nothing if she had. All this would have been for nothing and it was far too late to go back now. The Luminatti within her still fought, still held strong the values Lillith had taught her. Despite the guards’ worries, the disagreement they’d not voice over releasing Aeron to Noa’s chambers still they said nothing and perhaps it was this fact that made her force a whisper, to help reassure even those that would have seen her suffer. “I wont run” she couldn’t run, that much was blatantly obvious but there would be no attempt of escape.
Noa had been right. The hole was killing her. Punishment such as this was barbaric, but it was the way of the Fae and she had to live by the rules that had been set in place so long ago. There was no sight of Noa as she was gently lifted and carried like a babe to Noa’s chambers.
“Can you stand?” the guard spoke low as he addressed her. The voice to her was thick and slurred but she nodded ever so slightly and whispered in return. “I’ll manage” stubborn to the end. She hadn’t even realised they had passed through he waters of the falls, nor Winter’s hand upon the Court. None of it seemed to matter as she focused on standing on her own two feet, as sore as they were. Carefully set down, a hand offered to support as she regained balance of some description. One foot placed firmly upon the floor, her other left so only her toes touched. There weren’t many that had seen or knew of the brand upon the sole of her right foot. The Brand of a man surrounded by nine fingers of flame. The Brand that told of who she was. The cold iron chain her only angered once more that mark till she could not bear to place her foot securely.
However, she was delivered as ordered. “Thank you” nothing more than a whisper to the guard that had made the smallest amount of extra effort.
Glances between the four guards spoke volumes but she did not see. She only heard the clatter of armour drift away as they took positions outside to guard the exit.
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Post by Noa on Jan 25, 2005 6:06:17 GMT -5
The room to which she had been delivered was nothing compared to the Court Chamber, but it was indeed comfortable. There were many articles of strange and unusal furniture, there laying on the foot of his elegant bed, was a simple dress, much would be to her surprise, made not from wool, but somethign much more to her liking. The room was lit with a soft glow from crystals placed here and there,like glowing lamps that radiated a pale blue light from the multi-shards.
The floor was covered in carpet that resembled a sheet of moss, green and soft like silk, there were no windows for it seemed to be made from a natural cavern, the ceiling was rock, and beautiful tapestries hung on the walls here and there depicting many legends from the Fae history. Fresh food was laid out on a tray to her left as she was delivered, upon a table made from the roots of an old oak tree, its surface glazed over with crystal to form the surface top in which sat most of her favorite dishes and drink.
" I do hope this will be more to your likings, while you are awaiting your trial," came the soft pleasant voice from somewhere in the room, a shadow moved along one wall, and he stepped forth froman adjoining space, carefully closing the door behind him.
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Post by Samaena on Jan 25, 2005 6:33:33 GMT -5
There had been no way of telling what to expect upon her arrival to Noa’s chambers. Perhaps she stood alone with her head bowed waiting for the temper she knew he could release so easily. The fact was she was close to total collapse but she was fighting it with everything she had.
Slowly she took in the sights, letting her eyes adjust to the light, no matter how subtle she still needed to adjust. The dress laid out for her at the base of the bed…his bed? She didn’t even wonder to herself, she was past the point of caring. The scent of the food drew her to the left, to the table she’d have loved to have called her own…but she did not touch, she didn’t move from the spot she had been set upon. Never before had she been so far into Noa’s personal space and she would have, given a different time, a different situation…spent hours curled in his arms within such a bed, marvelling at the legacies that had been left within the tapestries. She’d have talked for hours, made up stories of her own and there would have been so much laughter. Noa would have been happy.
It was al too late for that wasn’t it? The shadow caught her attention and she looked over toward Noa and her heart shattered once more. His tone was pleasant enough but she knew…deep down inside she knew “I’m sorry Noa” she told no lies. Her eyes betrayed her as they became fluid with the more tears. “I should have come to you” he had been right, and there was no point fighting the way she had before. Perhaps this was one time at least they could share without the eyes and ears of the rest…the whispers that would soon enough bring rumours and tall tales.
Her shame and aguish could have her look at him no longer. The state she was in, hungry and pained. Until they had felt the touch of the iron they had no idea. She merely lowered her gaze and limped with agonising small steps till she could sink into the seat. Trembling hands reached for the water, it was only then she realised that she still held the feather. The state of her hands would not allow her to do very much and she merely shook her head and withdrew her reach.
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Post by Noa on Jan 25, 2005 6:58:03 GMT -5
She should have known by now, with her, his bark was far worse than his bite, that for as hard as he could try, he could never ever really stay mad, or angry with her indiefinitely. IF he had such willpower, he might would have left her in that death trap of an iron cell. Moving forwards, he was dressed in much the same way as he usually was, long flowing skirt of silk and nothing more, his hair was dancing in the colored light, shimmering with glowing embers in every strand.
Reaching forward, his elegant fingers wound themselve around the crystalized handle of a pitcher, inside was filled with untouched, pure water from a natural spring from deep within the Homelands, said to have curative powers, but most of that was either rumor or speculation, unless you were Noa, and knew the truth. Kneeling down before the standing figure of Aeron, he tipped the crystal pitcher forward, and lightly sprinkled the water in small droplets, where upon the rawness of her flesh it would tingle and fizz with white foam as it cleaned the wounds of the iron poison.
" There is no need to be sorry...not with me," he said and paused for the moment as he poured more water onto her wrists and fingertips before going on. " But I wish you would have come to me first...You of all know I can never say no to you." He spoke in a whisper as soft as the warming breeze that crested through the chambers, as if spring was localized within his very chamber, the way the main Court used to be, before he fell into depression, which the Sidhe were known best for doing.
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Post by Samaena on Jan 25, 2005 7:18:06 GMT -5
He really was beautiful. If she could have told him just how much she adored him would that have made everything alright? A thought for herself as she watched him approach, take the pitcher of water and kneel before her. She was too tired and weak to refuse, there were times with being stubborn paid and there were times when she just had to be Aeron. The water upon her wounds only sought to warm and soothe but she still wriggled in her seat as she watched the foam fiz upon her flesh. “It hurt Noa. It hurt so very much” she was whispering, for fear her voice would carry. For fear her emotion would have her break down and sob in fits she did not want to display.
“It doesn’t change anything Noa. It still doesn’t change how sorry I am, for disappointing you, fighting you and…” she didn’t finish. Just taking a moment to feel her fingertips once more though she would have said how much she loved him if she hadn’t stopped.
“Can you ever forgive me?” she asked, looking up to meet his fiery gaze. Someone staunched as there was no anger in his tone or demeanor. Her sigh was so heavy, her burden was great and she was laden with grief. “You know as well as I what will happen Noa. Why did you do this?” she had wanted this but she still had to ask him why. “My time is running out.” Had she meant to say ‘Our’?
Yes she knew the future for her looked grim and her only consolation was she knew Lillith and Evie were on the other side. They’d do all they could, she knew this…but when all was said and done. She had brought this on herself, no one to blame but herself…but she still needed to be where she was right now. She belonged here too! Rather than say any more at that moment, what water was left upon her fingers was touched to her lips. The tip of her tongue catching a little moisture…remembering how good it was to taste.
If ever she had spoken without words it was now as she looked back at Noa. It was all there to see. Would he? Could he see?
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Post by Noa on Jan 25, 2005 7:39:56 GMT -5
He could only imagine the pain of it all, and as she whispered about how much it hurt, he tried his best not to show the crinch of sorrow filling his eyes and wrinkling his brow. Setting the pitcher down, he dipped his fingertips into the cool icy water before touching them to her lips right after he had done the same. " Shhhhhhhhhhh," he said, knowing that she must conserve what little strength remained within her frail form.
The question or not was now if he could actually forgive her, but deep inside the Fae, he knew he was nothing more than a big softy when it came to certain things, well one person exclusively, and that was Aeron. She was confessing? About being sorry for everything, it was almost too much for him to bear. " Of course I can forgive you," he eventual came to say. He went back to tending to her wounds, wrapping them up in medicated forms of silken bandages prepared by his personal servant.
And he was well aware of what little time was left remaining, it would be another day, perhaps less before the Judge was to arrive, and then she would be dragged in front of a jury of her peers to be either convicted or set free. With what little time there was he would make the most of it, and he smiled with a lingering glow within his eyes as he tended gently to her needs.
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Post by Samaena on Jan 25, 2005 8:08:21 GMT -5
His fingers cool upon her lips along with the gentle shush was heeded. She couldn’t speak, even if she had wanted to. His frown hadn’t been missed and she felt for him. She hadn’t realized it would go so far, she hadn’t known she’d hurt so many people. There was a little satisfaction and relief knowing at least she had got Ben back to Evie before all this took place. How could she have faced them. Worst to come was facing her sisters when she was cast out, banished from her own home, a place she belonged and needed as they all needed the very air they breathed.
This was not her concern right now. Noa was gentle as he saw to her wrists and her ankles, though there was one would that would not cease its burning for some time. So he said that he could forgive her? Did he really mean it? Perhaps that was to be questioned at a later date but for now as those soothing bandages were applied by his own hand she merely whispered the truth.
“I’m scared Noa”<br> And she was. For the first time she had voiced her fear to someone other than Lillith. He would have seen the truth in her eyes. In fact she was terrified of the outcome but…she knew this as something that had to be done. Lillith had once told her that her actions would beget consequences. Although she hadn’t had to face a trail for the death she had caused, she still remembered what Lil had said. However, this was a different place and a different time altogether. So very different to the Luminatti law her sister laid down. “I’ll miss you” merely spoken upon a breath, snatched away with one single sob. She’d miss them all, after all, she was supposed to be a Noble here, her birthright was here. Surely that would count for something? All she could do was hope.
Reaching out t catch Noas’ hand in her own, to hold as tight as she could, forcing a smile to touch her lips. She’d be brave, she’d hold her head high. For if she didn’t she could just imagine Lilliths’ boot up her ass and that was never a very good thing.
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Post by Noa on Jan 26, 2005 1:56:08 GMT -5
It was heart-breaking to hear those words from her lips, falling from her tongue, the very notion that she was scared, afraid, made it even that much harder, for them both. He would do his best, he silently told himself to ease that fear. He looked up from tending to her wounds at the touch of her hand against his own, as she held onto it like a form of security in this dark and bleak hour of her life.
Slowly he would come to stand, she was tired, frightened, hungry and depressed, just looking at her made his heart sink to a lower depth never thought possible. Carefully he would pick her up and carry her across the room, and gently lay her down in the silken sheets of the deepest blue, pale and shimmering like the ocean sea. " You need to rest, but first," he said as he moved away for the moment, and picked up one of the smaller trays with various slices of fruit, bringing it back and sitting beside her, would he, oh yes, would he feed it to her himself, " you need to eat something..if not for yourself, then for me...please."
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Post by Samaena on Jan 26, 2005 11:47:26 GMT -5
Aeron Luminatti: It felt to her as though she was losing everything. As though her heart was being systematically shattered piece by piece as time wore on. However she told no lies, she didn't ever tell lies, not really…only perhaps if a tantrum was in order and she was blatant about…but it was still never a lie. Noa would see the truth, he always did. Could she tell him that she wanted to go home, back to her sisters and the Lumination, her own little cabin to curl up in the dark and die? Cold she tell him that? Perhaps if she had, and he had told her to go…perhaps it was that fear of never being able to return that kept her silence and tongue in check. Carried like a child to be placed upon silken sheets, she didn't fight him. There wasn't any left. She did not lounge and taunt like she might have if things had been different. However, as Noa came back to her with the fruit and asked her to eat…it was clear she didn't have the heart to but she reached for the smallest piece she could see. Popping it into her mouth then smiling as she tried to chew. Her smile was fake but it was still a part of the brave face she's wear throughout this trying time. Ice blue eyes gazed about the place and she took in with more details the tapestries. It was a struggle to swallow the morsel she had picked up and it was with such a shake of her head she spoke up. "It's a shame they couldnt foretell this isn't it?" maybe the old saying, 'To go back and know what you know no' had a lot going for it. Did he know how she felt? Truly? For she really felt as though this were her last meal before the dawning of the day of her execution. Did it matter any more? What was done, was done.
Noa Amar Sin: It was all so very real, so very vivid...there was nothing happy about this moment, this occasion from which to pull forth that which the dreams of the Fae are made of. It was that sinking feeling, as if he were losing touch with something within him, causing him to sink further beneath the waves of depression, and there was only one word in which could describe this feeling that tried to drown him...Banality. Even though, the chimerical reality around them was of dreams, the thoughts of all the Fae, there was that underlining hint of realism that betrayed him to the darkness, to know she was in so much pain, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do, that her trial date was growing nearer, soon they would come to take her away yet again. He knew her smile was false. It was for nothing more than a clever act, he could see that she had a hard time chewing even something as simple as food, swallowing, he could almost live the terrible agony she was being put through. Slowly standing once more, he removed the tray, and crossed the room, over to the crystal top table, and set the tray back down. This time he choose something more refined, which might be easier on her, a bowl of broth, heated, with curls of steam licking the spring-time air inside the chambers. Returning, he would help bring it to her lips, " Drink this," he said carefully, his pale hands gently tipping it forward. Perhaps she could swallow this with more ease, it required her not to chew, but she needed to get something into her stomach. " Perhaps if I had studied my Foresight."
Aeron Luminatti: What Noa felt of Banality was something she lived with. Constantly torn between the world and life she had with her family on the other side, and the life she had here…no one had a clue but the balance suited. Her mistake would cost her dearly and there were no amount of words that could ever make amends for what she had done. It was too late, she had lost this one and she would lose them all. Even Noa and it was all too late. She watched him as he moved across the room to bring back a small bowl of broth. This time her smile, albeit small was real. He had asked her to eat…even if it were just for him and if it were all she could do before the judgment. She'd do it As the bowl was offered to her lips she reached to cup her hands about his fingers and leaned forward to drink. There wasn't that much taken but she made the best of it. Her response to Noa's sorry statement of paying more attention to foresight was answered with a soft shake of her head again "I don't think it matters now" her eyes looked up to capture him as she added her last "Is it?" her one act of selflessness had cost her everything and she knew it. Even now.
Noa Amar Sin: His lips curled into a heart warming smile, even brief as it were, hopefully it would be enough to help her, to ease the suffering she was feeling, living with. Somehow he knew what she was thinking, or assumed through deduction of common sense that she was kicking herself over and over about everything that had happened. He was relieved as she made the small effort to eat what she could, even if she did it a turtle's pace, least she was eating, and a real smile, which he felt from within. Though as she mention that nothing mattered, the question that formed, he looked away for one moment, and to the door in which he had exited from earlier....he couldn't tell her, not yet. " There is still a chance," he said as he adverted his dark eyes back to her, capturing that sick image. Even though she was weak, sick, and fragile, she was still as beautiful as ever, her Fae side was remarkable, as was her human side, which Noa was still trying to this day to even begin to understand. Removing one of his hands from the steaming bowl, carefully concentrating so she would not burn herself, he placed his hand along side her forehead, and gently swept back the bangs, smoothing them back away from her face. " Antette always said I would have made a great oracle...but no I was always too busy with pining after you to concentrate on my work," he admitted openly. He had spent many years, was it, chasing after her, only now to end so suddenly? So much and so very little time, and now here in these final moments, was how it should have been. He knew, she knew.<E>
Aeron Luminatti: It was good to see that smile. It lifted her spirits at least a little. She was kicking herself, her own form of punishment against herself for her crime. There was the slightest of frowns to crease her brow as she watched him look away. There was something on his mind and it when he had said that there could still be a chance she. She could have bounced with anticipation had she felt spirited enough. "A chance?" did he mean that? Catching his hand in her own as he teased from her face those strands of platinum "Noa you have to tell me. Don't tease" there was no joke in her tone. If there was a chance she'd take it, grab it with both hands and make the best of what she had. Why hadn't she seen this before? Without words she told him that she'd do anything to be able to take it all back, to make everything be as it should. The bow she took from him and set to the side, her grip on his other hand tightened a little "Please Noa!" she was desperate enough to save herself? Perhaps he should have listened to Antette, maybe if she had stayed with her sisters and not kept coming back. There were so many if's and but's. At this stage in the game she was prepared to do anything if there was a chance they could fix it. If -she- could fix it all…but they were just false hopes. Werent they?
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Post by Samaena on Jan 26, 2005 11:49:05 GMT -5
Noa Amar Sin: For a moment, he closed his eyes, turning away he reached out through the chimercal court, pulling, drawing upon the power of the Dreaming, allowing it to fill his essence, his mind overloading with such fantasies that were in essence the creativity of the Fae power. His eyes slowly opened, they seemed to be clouded over, as small sparks of electricity seemingly danced across their milky expressions, and the atmosphere in the chambers began to change. First there was a slow gait of heated wind, the tongue of seasons, licking with the breath of summer glory, a swirl of clouds descending to blow along the upper reaches of the cavern ceiling. The glowing crystals dimmed until their light was extinguished, only to be replaced by a distance roll of thunder, light and rumbling. Like the roar from a mighty, mythical dragon, and the crescendo, the brilliant display of lightning chasing their tails through the miniscule heavens created on the ceiling overhead. Now, the canopy of the bed, resembled the petals of some long extinct giant rose, with dark vibrant life, the silky leaves draping over the sides, like a screen around a four poster frame, which would of course, leaving the foot area open, so her view would not be obscured of the now gentle falling rain. Noa Amar-Sin, his power was to control the seasons and there storms, the Eye at their centers, where Aeron seemed to have an affinity for Nature, his seemed to call for the Elements. The warm summer rain came down in a symphony, a present, gift to ease her spirits, to calm her, to lure her back. " There is nothing to tell, Aeron," he said after she had caught his hand and told him to no longer tease. Though for now he was far from teasing, there was reakky nothing he could say right now..." There is always the chance you could be found innocent of everything...even as slim as it looks...there is always a chance." And there was a lot of ifs ands or buts, but that was all in the past, they were now in the present...there was nothing to change that, everything they had ever done had been for this one moment leading up to what would become the peak of their lives, both here and the next. He smiled and brought his hands forwards, bringing her own up with them, and kissed each in turn lightly. " I will do all I can...they may even bar me from sitting in on the Trial..."
Aeron Luminatti: If only she could have accompanied Noa's gift with one of her own, a chorus of voice to sing through the seasons as they changed. She could still see them, even tough the touch f the iron had left her so weakened. "I always did love the storm" she whispered away as she raised her face to catch the drops of rain upon her face. Would he catch the deeper meaning within her words? It was all forgotten, if for only a short time. If only she could have laughed and danced within the petals of such a rose. To bathe within the warm waters that came from the heavens at Noa's whim. If only she could have done a lot of things. - the scent of peaches filled the room, her smile grew to something more substantial and she did feel a little better for it. Would the others know what transpired within these chambers? Would it matter? Would it go against them both? - This moment, the here and now was all she thought she had to cling to. The memories of the seasons and how wonderful Noa could truly be at times. Shirting till she could kneel upon the bed she's reach for his shoulders and coax him to face her. "You'd tell me if there was, wouldn't you?" surely he'd tell her if there was something to see? Something to know? "Don't you leave me alone in there Noa. Don't let them turn you away." She paused for a moment and beseeched him with her eyes. "I need you" and she felt she really did. Despite the cruelty and the pain she endured she knew his heart. "We both know innocent will not be an option Noa" This was how she really felt, her opinions voiced. As far as she was concerned it was over. "I…" she began as she let him go, her touch trailing away from Noa's shoulders as she sagged back upon silken sheets. "We have to make the most of the time that's left" this time she stared off to the out of the canopied bed to see the rains move away. Oh how she longed to be out there, dancing and laughing as she showered with the rest of the nature she nurtured with so much love.
Noa Amar Sin: The reason he had created this little storm, he knew of how much she loved the summer rains...there was hardly not a thing he could ever recalling of not knowing what made her happy, what she enjoyed from time to time. As the rain came down in sheets, like musical notes playing upon the wind that carried the droplets, coating everything in tiny silver beads that dripped off and absorbed into the moss like carpet of his chambers. The smell of peaches was truly relaxing. But she should not ever fear, this room of all, was the most protected, shielded from prying eyes and ears...soundproof and utterly impenetrable so long as Noa drew breath from his lungs. He complied with her wishes as he reached up to coax him in to turning towards, he nodded his head in return. " Of course I would." As he had said, he would do all that he can, even should they ask him not to attend, for even before she came to plead that he not leave her alone in there, that he should not let them turn him away, he had already planned for most of this in the time she had been taken to the iron cell, and during the moments before he had her removed from the barbaric detention cell. His brow perked as she began to say something and couldn't quite finish, he smiled lightly, and replied..." That is all we have for now," he said and allowed his eyes to drop downward, his mind still playing those three words...- I need you -...those alone were enough to cement his plans should things go terribly wrong within the trial proceedings. But it was too soon just yet, he had to remain oblivious.
Aeron Luminatti: There was a sigh of relief and a nod for him. Just knowing that she'd not be alone was a weight removed from her shoulders. It wasn't as though Lillith could be there for her and her gaze was cast toward the table at which she had sat earlier. The feather still lay among the fruit and she had to wonder if she'd see the Angel. Would he be her saving grace? She said nothing of it and merely glanced to the corner to see a small figure moving among the trees she could still see in the distance. She could still smell the rain and she wanted so much to be out there running free. Her eyes widened with that curiosity that caused her more trouble than it was worth, lips parted as though she were to speak but she looked back to Noa sharply and her thoughts ran on another tangent. She had been about to say something of running free but she had already said she'd not run. Perhaps it was panic that had her in its icy grip for she could not speak a word for the moment. The reminder of the changing seasons, the love of all she knew and the loss if everything went wrong…and the banality she had already suffered had her thoughts run that course. Her sigh was so heavily and all she muttered "Oh Noa…" her hands came to cover her face then. The coarse burned skin on her pals still marked with the reminder of the iron was surprising and she lowered her hands to her lap. "If only I could turn back time" things had been alright then hadn't they? However, if she had been asked how far back she would go…she'd not have been able to answer.
Noa Amar Sin: But wasn't it a lesson of life to learn from one's mistakes? Or was he mistaken on that? Wasn't it a human trait that they should learn from that which makes them fall, to feel disgraced, and that which they should never do again? Sometimes this was so confusing, but with Aeron, even though she was only half, it made no difference, he would not have wanted it any other way. He followed her gaze, wondering where the feather had come from, or was he just imagining things as the linger rain began to slack off, his temporary storm running its coarse, less they be flooded right out of the chambers. The fresh scent of summer still hung on the air as she seemed to slip back into that depression. Looking back at her, her expression alone seemed to speak as if she had something on her mind. He was curious enough to give her permission, to go ahead and speak her mind, but why did she need his permission? She was free to make her own choices within this room, given what rope she had left to use, before it came time to pull it tight once more. The words - Oh Noa - had brought him from his own drifting thoughts as she placed her hands to her face before dropping them to her lap in the next. " Time is a very fickle thing, Aeron. Those who have been known to mess with it, have seriously jeopardized their own existence, often time creating more harm than good," he said. Sliding forward, he places his hands atop her own, still feeling the rawness from the iron, gently massaging with smooth flawless fingertips. " You should rest now, you've had a long day already."
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