Sprites on the Run!

[Samaena]

Noa Amar Sin: His eyes had come open, slowly uplifting those lids shaded with a light dusting of glitter, left over remnants of his Dreaming echoing from the depths of his mind, which he slowly gave the inner private chambers a good once over. The orchids were crawling up around the bedposts, climbing like strangling sensuous vines, with their white petals blooming with vibrant life, the hint of Lilac was overwhelming, as if another entity had been present within. Rising gently, his best effort at not wanting to disturb the finally sleeping Aeron, though taking a moment to advert his gaze to her sleeping form beneath the gossamer ( spelling ) silk sheets. Sliding his legs free, his bare feet dancing down against the moss carpet, he pulled himself up and shook his head, allowing his hair to splay. A peculiar feeling, a sensation within the Dreaming had snapped him from his meditation like sleep ( similar to that of Elves, trance-like sleep ). Something had disrupted it, a thought of highly concentrated maliciousness, that which births the Chimeras out of nightmares, and allows banality to find a purchase within the free holdings...someone or something was planning to undermine his authority. Across the room he glided in a surreal manner, lithe and light until he came to approach the crystal top table, and poured himself a small helping of the purifying water. " This is the right choice," he told himself as he brought the goblet of shimmering design to his pale lips and took a drink. Evil was afoot, his affinity for being devious was more of an instinct that was hardly wrong.

Aeron Luminatti: How long had she slept? Had her dreams been real? Lillith had really been here she knew that, she cold smell the lilac, even through the sleep and she smiled as that awareness came over her. Only the shifting of the bed as Noa's weight shifted had her regain that consciousness with far more clarity than she'd have liked. Eyes opened wide and she sat bolt upright, searching for him as he made his way to the table. She wasn't sure what to say if anything…but she was safe, she was comfortable and she merely lay back within the silk and watched from where she lay. "What choice?" she whispered softly to reach him. What was he up to this time? Did she really dare question? The trial loomed ever closer and her heart sank with the thought but she knew she had the strength to fight. A thought had her look to her wrists…where the goddess had touched, where the iron had left its mark upon her. Even the scarring was fading and she had to smile to herself. She'd not flaunt, if Noa asked…as far as she was concerned. He'd done it with the healing waters.

Noa Amar Sin: For a moment, the glass of crystal shook, trembled in his hands as her whispered voice floated upon the reality, gently teasing the atmosphere, revealing to him the nature of her curious question of thought. Pulling back the goblet from betwixt his lips, he slowly lowered it towards the flawless surface underneath, and turned his head in her general vicinity. " Oh you know, one that a Ruler must make now and then, tis nothing more than that," he said with a light feathery tone that stretched outwards from his silver tongue, playing with weaving threads and translating into a voice like an angel's choir. Moving away from his current position, he flaunted himself around the chambers, inspecting things here and there, before he turns up at her side of the flowing bed. Kneeling down, he sat with one leg curling up underneath his lean figure, while reaching out to take her hands, to curl those long tapered digits aroun her won and to ease them forward as he bowed his head in homage to some deity for worship. His cool fire shaded lips would find the flesh of her knuckles, where he would lightly kiss each in turn before ever allowing her to even protest. " Do you trust me, Aeron?" His question was soft, as soft as the sound of a babbling brook through the deepest of untouched wilderness, his eyes shining like diamonds in the night heaven, surrounded by licking flames of smoldering embers in their vast and populated knowledge. He smiled as he lifted his head, his inquiry lingering in unspoken whispers, echoes that trail through the ethereal.

Aeron Luminatti: Noa was restless. It didn't take a genius to work that one out. Watching him flit from one place to the next, picking trinkets up in turn to inspect for the sake of having something to do with his hands. No, she'd not missed the way his hand had trembled but she held her tongue for now. Merely passing the moment as she pushed from her face rogue strands of platinum silk….uplifting her face to smile at one of the orchids that had grown so far to come beg her attention. Stretching languidly, reaching to gather such delicate petals within her fingers she crooned softly and chuckles as it seemed to bloom that much more. It was Noa at her side that had her let it go. Her attention captured with the man before her…her hands gathered within his and those feather light kisses applied. The fae in her giggled and the want to crawl toward him, to move closer to find the game was almost too much…but the Luminatti in her, the suspicions told her that something wasn't right. In fact things were very wrong, or were they? Wasn't this how it was supposed to be. Just a tiny piece from a bigger picture that could have made such a wonderful masterpiece. "Of course I trust you" but did she? Did she really have it in her to offer that? Maybe it was just something else that required a little more thought. A little more time. Time she didn't have. His hands were forbidden to leave hers as her slender fingers curled around his hands. She had to wonder what cold have him such a way. "What is it Noa?" such a soft whisper, the promise of a song, just for him…his gaze held with her own…even though she found it hard to not give into the Fae that screamed for something else. She had to be strong.

Noa Amar Sin: His gaze adverting, that was a sure sign of something not entirely being right, not necessarily wrong, but it was a way to know for sure that something was bothering him. Though he was unsure or not, if he was ready to make such knowledge known, she had a right, didn't she? Looking towards the orchids that had sprung up from her will, her voice only, that seemed to have bestilled life within them once more, simply by encouraging it. As his fingers weren't aloud to leave, gripping them between her own, he felt the rise of that Fae spirit within her, wanting to be free, searching for something, yet compelled by the inner turmoil to keep it registered and in check. His smile faded for the moment as he gathered his thoughts into a single unit, a simple pep talk was in order. His smile returned at the mention that she could trust him, knowing whether or not that was true, or she was simply trying to humor the notion for now, he dropped his gaze yet again before he could continue. " You know there is nothing, in this world or the next, that I wouldn't do for you," he said, his voice tumbling in a soft gentle flow. " That you only need to ask and it will be done. How long I have conspired to make you my own, to bestow to you that which of birth is your's," he continued to say in the same manner and demeanor, slowly lifting his eyes, that seemed on the verge of breaking with a flashflood of sparkling diamonds. " I fear if you...no ~we ~ cannot stay here." Untangling his hand, he would come to place it against her cheek in a gentle manner.

[Samaena]

Aeron Luminatti: This was not what she had been expecting. What had she thought to come from his mouth? She hadn't known at all but this was the last thing she both wanted and needed to hear. He really had tried for too long to coax her to be at his side. To love him as she really did openly. Her facial expression was hard to retain, the frown of confusion marred her flawless features. "What are you saying Noa?" her whisper was strangled with the confusion, her eyes betrayed the turmoil. The gravity of what he was saying finally struck as his touch found her cheek…such warmth and so tender. So simple to be able to fall into to such a touch, to follow on with threads of something far deeper. "What do you mean we cannot stay?" she glanced to the door and eventually shook her head free of his touch. Her hands taken back and clenched to form lose fists. Just what was Noa implying? He was serious about it too, there was no jest in underlying tones. The look of horror upon her face would have been fleeting for hi to see as she turned her head away. He wanted to run didn't he? He wanted to free her and see her free of the unseen shackles that bound her to him? Didn't he hear her when she had said that she'd stay? She never said a word she didn't mean and now this? "Oh my God Noa!" she was pulling away, clambering across the bed…across the silk where he had lain, his warmth still trapped within the fabric. "Ugh…" was more for herself, the fact she had noticed such a minor thing as this whole situation suddenly became far worse than she could have imagined. Then again wasn't it what she wanted? To run, be free…<br>
Noa Amar Sin: Backing up, there was more he had to say, but after each of her reactions as the information came sinking in, he just couldn't go on anymore. He had no idea what he was saying, what this was implying, and took another step back and made to turn away from her...time was growing short, he could feel them coming, searching, questioning everyone in their path about where she was...was it possible the insight of Foresight beginning to blossoms in their unknowingly darkest hour yet to bear? " They mean to kill you," he said, this to the question of why they couldn't stay. " I cannot bear to live in this world or the one of your other half should they take you from here," he said in a tight lipped whisper. Pulling away was almost like a slap that he couldn't take altogether. He kicked himself mentally, thrashing his thoughts as he knew this was the time, this one moment that could either make known his path, or shroud it further within his own psyche. Swiveling around on the balls of his bare feet, his head swinging around in a slow arc, he could feel the approach, they were in the main chambers, his own personal servant pointing out in which direction his private sanctum was hidden. Moving forwards, the door was barred, yet time was of the essence, he closed the gap, kneeling down would he press both his hands, one on either side of her face, holding her gently for the second it takes a tear to fall...it was now or never, and took his chance. Leaning inward would he be so bold as to take from her, to give her a lingering kiss, one that held words unspoken.

Aeron Luminatti: Only…Aeron was left without words. Without breath as the heat of that single kiss was left to linger upon her lips. It had been real hadn't it? There wasn't enough time to dwell on the moment for his words had spoke more than volumes…the whispers were everywhere. Everything around her told her the same ting. Varying tones screamed at her to run…but Noa. How could she leave without him? If he'd let her go he would have paid the price…he had told her too much already and there was no going back. Not now. "Shh" she whispered, only turning her head to the side to still the life around her. They had been heard. Her mind was scrambled…they meant to kill her…the finality in his tone, the way he could barely say what he needed to confirmed the truth. Noa was not telling her lies "Why!?" she wanted to know why. It wasn't as though the Heart was still missing. Everything was back in its rightful place. Eyes searched his face one last time. A feather light touch upon his cheek to let him know that she was alright, that she was sane at least. The Fae was screaming, begging for release…but she had to tell him "Had -we- been given more time…I would have died contented in your arms" but the implications that her death would bring was too much to bear. The wrath of the Goddess was not to be questioned. The magnitude of the consequences they bequeathed themselves was enormous. The cease of those whispered once more reached a cacophony she couldn't not ignore. The *BANG* at the door resounded through the chambers and she was in the blink of an eye taking Noa's hand "Now?" she whispered? They had to leave…and now and she only wished she could travel as Lillith did. Her heart was fit to burst free, breaths were quickened as she looked with fear toward the door. This was it. Faith, trust and so much was laid open for Noa to take…she didn't know his chambers like he did but she trusted…her hold on his hand would tell him that much. It was not feeble, it was not hesitant. Her strength came from many things…but most of all she was…ready.

Noa Amar Sin: " There will be more time, Aeron...I promise," he said. With each passing moment that flirted by, they were drawing ever so closer, the guards that were positioned out front only confirmed what those from the other Court were here to disapprove of...they wanted Aeron, and they meant to have her. The kiss was like dying...dying and being reborn, a vision of Heaven if such truly a thing was Fae bound, that suspended moment that should have gone on, lasting longer in the flickering life's rewind. The echoing ring of the door, the loud thumping, knocking, the voices from the other side. Springing up, and as the kiss was broken, he seemed to have taken on a new luster, a glow in his eyes as he stepped back, and where the billowing skirt had been previously, there was a light breastplate. Glimmering silver, with accoutrements of leather, silk and billowing cloak. Turning away for the moment he cast his gaze toward the door, it would hold, but for how long even he was unsure. Possibly by now they were calling for one of the honorable Trolls to come smash it down, but by that time, they would have been fled. Yet in these last few minutes, he had at least one more thing to say, she had to know, right here and right now. " Aeron," he began by speaking her name, this would most certainly gain her attention before he allowed himself to continue. His lips moved, yet nothing came forth, they seemed to have fallen silent, as if he had lost the will to speak, but yet he was so close, and failed to even mumble, oh but wait...he could, yes, he could, and he did find his voice. "Aeron.....I love you."

Aeron Luminatti: He promised more time. Promises, promises…she was almost tired of hearing them. Elg had made her a promise too and he had gone. The images formed from the words that were whispered to her…so many voices, so many tones. It was almost deafening but she had to wonder if this went further back. Something Lillith had said to her. Skargod turning in his grave…wouldn't he have loved to have seen this scene? He'd not find the next to his liking at all…for she would not let him win, none of them had. Her gaze firmly fixed upon the door that would hold for the time. Her request had been silent but it was wished for and that grace was loaned without question. It seemed to swell as she watched. The ancient oak still had life yet, proud to be able to offer its last as Aeron's last shred of hope here. The door would take more punishment than any could have fathomed. In her own time she would pay her respects and perhaps take a moment to spend with the dryads to tell the tales she would hold onto forever. No one knew what she could see or hear…perhaps Noa saw the door swell but…he had captured her attention and he was oblivious. More confusion passed fleetingly across her features as she watched his lips move without sound, the look in his eyes as that renewed conviction to actually say what he needed to. 'I love you' the words were not returned. The shocking blow of his admission, after so long left her reeling…had she heard him correctly? Had it been the voices that came from each and every corner of the Homelands, the chambers themselves, the creaking of the door. Surely there were better times and places to admit such things but, she said nothing. Pursing her lips as she controlled that which begged to be free…she could not release that yet…lest she fail and fall to those that would see her harm. At least she now knew. She had heard it…and the Fae clawed and tore at her heart to be free…the want to throw herself in his arms, to wrap her arms around him. To be able to whisper those songs of sweet whispers against his ear…her eyes betrayed her, if he cared to see into those frantic depths…Yet the only sound she managed was a stifled whimper.

[Samaena]

Noa Amar Sin: Even now, even then while he confessed what he had so long had held within, was the power of the Fae Lord intensifying from inside. The weaving particles willing to submit to his summons, drawing from the very Heart, the now shimmering stone, he wore about his neck, the very same in which she was to be put on trial for stealing, taking it without permission. The door swelled, the heavy blow of a Troll warhammer slamming against the solid oak, the steady frame held them at bay, but not forever. He closed his eyes, he could feel the storm rising within the heart, his very soul and mind, tossed about by his emotions, relieved that he had been able to voice his opinion before the end game to come...His conviction was only fuel for the fire, he stepped towards her, wrapping her in his arms. He would not allow her to be captured, put to death...the trial was a false hope, they meant to make an example out of her, something he would not condone, ever...even if it meant sacrificing his own position, his home in order to see that she escapes. As for his promise, it was now binding in blood, blood he was swallowing from the lancing of his own tongue, allowing just a tiny trickle to mar the corner of his perfect mouth. A sacred obligation, no, rather more like his time honored duty, to protect that which he cherished, no that which he had confessed to loving. As he came to fold his arms around her in a gentle embrace, he lowered his head and touched it against her shoulder, pulling her closer. " Close your eyes, and think of a place, any place," he said softly, whispering. His promise was bound, his to keep, unbreakable, for he was bound and determined to not leave her side, not now, not ever. Whispering his words, his mind unlocked a few of those unknown trods, roadways of his psyche blossoming, the thundering rain of hammer blows, the door began to bow down the middle, cracks appearing and forming within the frame itself, shuddering with cries and trembling voices for help as they tried to get inside. He began to speak in the language of the Fae, the rising tides of echo, his voice growing, assuming the air of command to quake and shake the very foundation of the Dreaming, the veil shimmering, his chimerical influence was strong enough to weave patterns of life born from his mind, imagining a far away place, this image, this place forming. Minds conjoining, and opening the gateway to the Wayfare ability, the art of traveling. Lines begin to shift, the edges of their known reality was slowly unraveling, and just as the door finally gave way, those willing to detain her, found a sight they were unprepared for. The swirling winds, the center eye of the storm that was now descending upon the intruders, forcing them back, back out into the corridor, gale force, hurricane winds throwing things in their direction. Noa concentrated and in the blink of an eye, too fast to be followed, he blinked Aeron away from harm's way, and followed soon after...their destination, the place in which he would take from her mind, was that of her own little home, her cabin in Ayenee. Spiralling through that winter vortex, soon to arrive. It would be a dizzy, disorient way of escaping, one that would leave Noa all but drained for at least a fortnight. He had arrived in a crouch, down upon one knee, exhausted and short of breath, but not so short that he could not find the mustering strength to confess to her once more. " I love you, Aeron...and in doing so I now flee my own home in order to safeguard you from harm," he said, almost feeling the effects of Wayfare, and felt like passing out from the vast effort it had taken in order to get her this far. Trying to stand, he found himself on unstable legs, swaying first this way and then that, tilting towards the right, then the left, forward to back. Hardly leaving him in any position, he found just enough left to stumble towards her, to lock her in a kiss of all embraces.

Aeron Luminatti: It shouldn't have come to this. Nothing about this whole ordeal had been right, she realised that now. How could she have been such a fool? The crunch of the warhammer at the door only caused her to squeak and physically flinch. The door was holding and she gave silent thanks…though she knew as did Noa that it would not last forever. There was no hesitation or recoil as he stepped closer to wrap his arms around her. Her own weaved about him and she nestled her head in against his shoulder. Two as one? The Little One stepped from her hiding place and took Aeron's hand. What they could give was given freely, the strength the will, the love…though it was not spoken of. There was only her sisters she cold give those words freely too, without pause. Elg had heard them from her only once. To the Luminatti, the words were sacred, spoken with much difficulty and as much as she would have screamed them back for Noa to hear…for him to know. Her lips remained firmly closed. Concentration on giving all she could. Crystal blue eyes held regrets for what she could not say but everything she did, every thought was one of love. Aeron was not like her siblings though she was still very much Luminatti. Noa had confessed his love to the Luminatti in her, the human he despised at times…though was it jealousy? Her passage between words looked so simple…yet none but Lillith knew how torn she truly was. Aeron had previous said she had always loved the storm, the deeper meaning held within such a simple statement hadn't been caught but it mattered not. Even as the images of the chamber changed…she showed no fear. A strange calm came over her and the Child was tugged closer as the winds of rage took them from sight of those that came for her. She didn't have to open her eyes to see the anger on their faces…their words cut through the cacophony that still screamed in her mind "STOP THEM!" her thoughts of home would take them far from here. To a place where the Fae had no jurisdiction…they'd be safe while the Luminatti drew breath. Noa's command was heeded by the forces he could draw upon and she was thankful for what they had, their gifts…so thankful for many things…even the side of her she let free at the last moment. The wrath of the Fae reached out even from within the eye of the storm. "Bind" was al she whispered into the room. Such was her command of the nature around them, such was the good in her…the orchid obeyed…the glee was shrill and clear as it surged forth, a tide of parasitic tendrils reaching for legs, catching at fingers…grasping weapons before they could be wielded…only till those precious stems found purchase upon what they needed, till Aeron and No were gone…those that came would have a hell of a time trying to wade through the ocean of green, the scent of the blossoms reaching such a sickening peak…most were repelled at the broken door. It was too late, in the blink of an eye…Noa's eye they were gone, they were safe. The familiar surroundings and the sounds that they brought…had her smile as she opened her eyes. Aeron was complete once again. Dizzy, but she was complete and overjoyed as she realised she was back within her own cabin. Thrilled to be home…with Noa too! She was quick to regain her composure, dashing forward to re-take Noa within her arms. To hold him steady, to ease his swaying…as he staggered to his feet "Noa!" she had not thought he'd come this far. There had been no need for this had there? Then again she thought better of it, all in moments as she made sense of the things that had transpired. Lillith and her gist had her sort through everything, and she understood. The Luminatti and the Fae were no longer torn. The heart within was strong and she knew what needed to be done as and when the times came. For now though it was her turn to look after the one that had confessed his love, given up his home...for her. This time as his lips met hers, the most gentle of touches was placed upon his cheek…she'd not let him go. Without the words she could have given had she been able, were spoken through this one single kiss. It was not stolen, it was given so freely…it may not have lasted as she'd have liked as Noa seemed to sag within her arms. "Shh now" she whispered softly, just as she would a child. "Now we can take care of everything" it was Noa's turn to see how things worked from her side. - He was heavy in her arms but she refused to let him go. Fidgeting and twisting till she could wrestle his arm about the back of her neck, such a steady hold upon him…she would drag him through to her bedroom and lay him upon her own bed. Clean cotton sheets…not silk. She wasn't fussy…much. She got by on the simple things, took pleasure from so many little tings…but they meant so much to her. Noa was wrestled onto the bed and she would curl there with him for a while. Whispering softly, teasing stray strands of his hair from his face. Just as she'd lay with a child to ease him to sleep, to coax him into a peaceful rest. Her gaze never leaving his face nothing but adoration in such a lingering look. She doubted he'd have heard or known anything else and she chose her moment so very carefully to whisper on nothing more than a breath…for only herself to hear really "I love you too Noa" something she'd not repeat if she were asked. Not till she felt safe enough to do so.