set fire to the rain

Alaine Winters · 08-08-2011, 11:21 PM

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His hands bound her tightly to the world, an anchor that kept her from slipping into despair. When finally her body stilled, exhausted from its own wrath and inner turmoil, his was there to cradle it as gently as though it were glass.

She felt fragile. Cool, ivory fingers were still twined in the creamy fur of his chest, and her head rested against the heartbeat there. The constant drum reassured her in a primal way, but it frightened her, also, to know of his mortality. Gabriel had always been somewhat immortal - Preserved forever in the back of her mind, as a savior, a culmination of all the tiny snapshots of the life they had lived together. Fate had been a cruel mistress to the demon-slayer and the pagan-witch; Bringing them together only to tear them apart, again and again and again.

He whispered dream-words, and she wondered if perhaps she had gone mad with grief after all. Mild, like the ocean after a wrathful swell, the woman allowed her fingertips to trace little absent circles on his chest. Her eyes were dull, but truly hers once more - He had defeated the Shadow, locked it away again. "And I, you," Came the gentle voice, timid and meek as it had been, in the old days.

Did it bring her happiness to know of his love? Yes, and yet, no. For he was a creature of the land she despised - Bound to Inferni for as long as his heart demanded loyalty to it. Would she ever mean more to him than this piece of god-forsaken, bloodied ground? It was not something she could ask of him. Be mine, forever. It was not something she could ask. "Tá mé ina amadán a thabhairt duit mo chroí, ach tá sé mise, le haghaidh i gcónaí," She sighed, one palm reaching up to cup his scarred cheek.

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