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Cwmfen offered him a soft smile. Perhaps they both had. Just as scents were used in communication, just as scents betrayed the mental and physical states, perhaps the chemistry of the mind affected another. Perhaps in the dark recesses of her heart were solitude reigned, there sought to be something. Where solitude allowed her to thrive, to become successfully distant from those she would save and from those she would kill, there was a silent desire for something more. That desire had first been sparked upon her Long Nights. But since the night she had found the male dying in the rain, it had blossomed like a midnight flower, opening its secret petals to the darkness without. And in his presence that nocturnal flower suddenly opened, exposed to him. And yet, the flower recoiled, not afraid of him but of something else. All these emotions overwhelmed her, all these ideas so new and unfamiliar. She did not know how to handle this new thing. Those simple nights of desire required nothing, lingering in her mind with the intrigue of the dark. But this was not something like that, and there had been no such night.
Then he called her by name, and she stopped, captivated by that sound. His gentle touch caused her to turn back, and those white orbs sought his face. She was silent, silent like the darkness and like the cave, becoming a part of it until he pulled her out with his voice. "No." Her voice was quiet, almost a whisper. "Nothing’s wrong." And that was the thing: nothing was wrong. For a moment, she wondered at her own behavior. Why was she acting this way. For a moment she leaned against the wall, relieving herself of a sigh not of exasperation but of wonder. The white orbs moved from him to the light that filtered through the darkness of the cave like gold. She was silent for a moment as she leaned her head back, closing her eyes to listen to the soft humming of the cave, of her heart. For a moment, her mind was in turmoil, and with those closed eyes she sought the source. The black fae was calm, her breathing steady. And soon her mind was calm also, still and untroubled.
At length the woman opened her eyes and turned back to Onus. "All things begin and end, and good things aren’t meant to last," the soft melody said at length. Was she afraid of loss? Of Death? She did not thing so.... Those white orbs turned back to the light above them. "Even in peace we must remember war..." Her voice was quiet, not quite a whisper and yet barely discernable from the silence. Once more the warrior attempted to explain such amorous matters through the sayings of war, through its rules and limits, through tactic. "I Dreamt last night of you and Ravens. There was so much blackness that I could not see...." And it was as if now she struggled to see past the darkness of the caves. "There was blood—I could smell it all around. But I could not see the end." She turned back to look at him, but she was not afraid or said, simply uncertain. But she knew that she could not see the end because she did not yet understand. And perhaps she was being needlessly hesitant, but she wished that she could see the field upon which she now tread.
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Cwmfen offered him a soft smile. Perhaps they both had. Just as scents were used in communication, just as scents betrayed the mental and physical states, perhaps the chemistry of the mind affected another. Perhaps in the dark recesses of her heart were solitude reigned, there sought to be something. Where solitude allowed her to thrive, to become successfully distant from those she would save and from those she would kill, there was a silent desire for something more. That desire had first been sparked upon her Long Nights. But since the night she had found the male dying in the rain, it had blossomed like a midnight flower, opening its secret petals to the darkness without. And in his presence that nocturnal flower suddenly opened, exposed to him. And yet, the flower recoiled, not afraid of him but of something else. All these emotions overwhelmed her, all these ideas so new and unfamiliar. She did not know how to handle this new thing. Those simple nights of desire required nothing, lingering in her mind with the intrigue of the dark. But this was not something like that, and there had been no such night.
Then he called her by name, and she stopped, captivated by that sound. His gentle touch caused her to turn back, and those white orbs sought his face. She was silent, silent like the darkness and like the cave, becoming a part of it until he pulled her out with his voice. "No." Her voice was quiet, almost a whisper. "Nothing’s wrong." And that was the thing: nothing was wrong. For a moment, she wondered at her own behavior. Why was she acting this way. For a moment she leaned against the wall, relieving herself of a sigh not of exasperation but of wonder. The white orbs moved from him to the light that filtered through the darkness of the cave like gold. She was silent for a moment as she leaned her head back, closing her eyes to listen to the soft humming of the cave, of her heart. For a moment, her mind was in turmoil, and with those closed eyes she sought the source. The black fae was calm, her breathing steady. And soon her mind was calm also, still and untroubled.
At length the woman opened her eyes and turned back to Onus. "All things begin and end, and good things aren’t meant to last," the soft melody said at length. Was she afraid of loss? Of Death? She did not thing so.... Those white orbs turned back to the light above them. "Even in peace we must remember war..." Her voice was quiet, not quite a whisper and yet barely discernable from the silence. Once more the warrior attempted to explain such amorous matters through the sayings of war, through its rules and limits, through tactic. "I Dreamt last night of you and Ravens. There was so much blackness that I could not see...." And it was as if now she struggled to see past the darkness of the caves. "There was blood—I could smell it all around. But I could not see the end." She turned back to look at him, but she was not afraid or said, simply uncertain. But she knew that she could not see the end because she did not yet understand. And perhaps she was being needlessly hesitant, but she wished that she could see the field upon which she now tread.