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Alaine Winters · 01-01-2012, 08:20 AM

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Alaine was full of nervous energy. It radiated from her, glowing from her skin and sparkling in the clear verdant of her deep, shadowy eyes. Her fists rested on hips curved from womanhood and childbearing - Even with this, she was a slightly, nymph-like figure, her collie blood prominent above all else. In her true youth, she had been a spectacular beauty; It was probably that which had drawn the monsters that sought to destroy her. But one had saved her from all such beasts, and even from the shade her own self had become - The true love of her life, and the only one to be able to contain the woman's wild Irish heart.

"GABRIEL?!" A dark frown pulled over her brow as she searched for him now, a woman on a mission. "GABRIEL, YOU USELESS OAF - Diabhal an lá Shíl mé a dhéanamh duit mianach! Bheannaigh mé féin le fear leisciúil!" Her melodic voice ranted, carrying through the aged wood of the Winters residence, but not awakening the man from his slumber. As always, the love between them was filled with fire, and although the welcoming beauty of Ireland seemed to have soothed the demons that haunted them both, it had not extinguished their spark. He was the sun, and she the moon - They would always be opposite, always complimenting the other.

It was this that made Alaine nervous. She had lost Gabriel too many times before to not feel the ache of anxiety that came with the possibility of losing him again - Although in her heart she knew the man would not leave her. But Mab presented the terrifying possibility of such a thing. In spite of her mate's reassurances, Alaine had fretted deeply that the woman would not find her good enough for her nephew. If Gabriel had known the extent to which her worry gnawed at her, perhaps he would not have picked this particular morning to sleep in.

Tossing her hands agitatedly in the air, and muttering various heinous curses at the man she had allowed into her heart and her home, Alaine marched back into the mansion. "THE REST OF YOU HAD BETTER BE IN YOUR SUNDAY BEST WHEN I RETURN, OR LUGH HELP ME-" There was a scuttle as feet dashed to obey the matriarch's sharp tones. Alaine was not usually so snippy, but they knew well enough to fear her wrath when she was.

Her obnoxious stomping grew quiet as she passed Elenore's room - Her elderly mother remained immovable in her grief over Brun's death, to the point that it was easier to let her remain in her room to sulk the remainder of her life away. Alaine had a short temper when it came to her mother's moanings - She, too, sorely missed her brother. But the time for moving on had come, and passed, and there were more important things to dwell on, now - She would allow the maid to dote on the old woman, rather than allowing any in the family to do such a thing.

The bedroom she shared with Gabriel was at the far end of the house, in the Eastern Wing which faced out towards the cliffs. Near as they were to the sea, where the silver river ended its journey, the scent of salt permeated this side of the mansion. Alaine loved the sheer bluffs, the jagged cliffs and the cold ocean of her home, and she prayed to Morrigan often that Gabriel had come to do likewise. It was in her sons blood, but not in his - She would often secretly wonder if her love alone would be enough to keep him here, always.

However, such tender thoughts were forgotten in the face of the woman's current foul mood. She busted in through the door and hesitated only a moment, as emerald eyes softened imperceptibly to grace the sharp lines of her lover, he who lay sprawled amongst their furs. Her solace did not remain long. "GABRIEL!" The furious tone to her usually melodic voice was accompanied by the woman roughly ripping the furs from about him. She moved to the windows and pulled back the heavy woolen curtains that blocked them, allowing in the sharp grey light before storming back to the side of the bed. "Faigh suas, tá tú fear Uafásach! Beidh tú náire dom!" She hissed, moving to the deep wooden chest that held their belongings. Thrusting open the latch, she rummaged inside, pulling out a heavy fur-lined tunic. It was a handsome item of clothing, and had belonged to her late father - Surprisingly, it fit her lover perfectly. Niall had been a large man, as her dead son had been. For a moment, her gaze again softened as delicate fingers lovingly stroked the handsome material, dyed a deep and somewhat faded green.

Then she rose abruptly, and threw the tunic at her mate. "Put it on, and hurry, please," Came the grumble. Her anger could only last so long - Especially at him, for she loved him with the deep passion of the ocean, and with the sheer wonder of the wind. Her head disappeared momentarily as she rummaged again through the chest, before emerging with another item of clothing. It was a dress of a faded green hue matching Gabriel's tunic, with laced sleeves that reached her fingertips and a skirt that came to her ankles. It was of an old design, from an age unknown to the Winters, but apart from a few rips in the hem it seemed to be in good repair. The woman straightened again, and pulled off her apron to get changed into the garment, unashamed of her nakedness in front of the man she had taken as a mate. "What will your Mab think of us, if we are late to greet her?!"

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