03-08-2009, 02:31 AM
The steele hybrid couldn't help the rumble of amusement that threatened in his throat at that one simple word that Cwmfen held in teasing him with. "Should I begin to worry.. my warrior woman?" He asked jokingly. He wasn't sure how exactly he felt on knowing that if she was a tricky little fae with the powers of the dark folk just what she'd do to him.. but it was indeed something to think on, just what she would and could do to him. He wouldn't shy away from the thoughts, he was male after all and though his midnight romances had been long put behind him since he'd returned from the emerald island he still had desires and wants like any other. A flicker on unsurity flickered in his eyes though as he thought of the woman who'd ripped his hearts to shreds and still pressed on that she loved him like no other. She'd promised to wait for him, to wait for the healing and the pain to pass.. he doubted she would see the healing powers of one night between friends.. but there was healing in tears and in passion. This much he'd learned from the clans of old Eire.
DaVinci's mind was restless as Cwmfen turned to find answers to his question, a battle tipping the scales back and forth on just what he'd placed himself into this time. He was basically wrapped in the arms of another when he knew well and full that there was a woman he loved out there. She was wrapped in thorns and barbed wire, untouchable to the male for so many reasons but still, even if she'd broken his heart she still owned it. He listened to her answers as he mused, his voice soft in her ear. "Must everything be a battlefield for you.." He wondered what love was like to a warrior, if the world he'd known of tenderness and soft passions was a savage and almost cruel lover, harsh carasses and salty tears to mingle with the scars.
She couldn't know what he was thinking but his eyes seemed to show the uncertainty as the emotions started playing strange games with the weaker of the two figures. If she was a wildfire, passions raging on like the warrior she was.. could she purify and cleanse like fire. Leave him like the Phoenix he was to be reborn of the flames of desire and able and ready to take up the weight of the love he had left on the sands of the bay. He could feel her gaze upon him and yet he couldn't return. When he felt her eyes cast off him he finally turned back and gazed at the lady, knowing what he wanted.. even if it wasn't the answer to his pains but uncertain if he could take the steps down that path.
He didn't know why he'd asked her of love, he'd known many relationships that had been build without pure love and they'd stood longer than he'd believed possible. Raised in a world where castles and fairytales were the stories of legends and mothers passed them on to their children.. He'd never been fed the lines but he knew so many who had. DaVinci was a living fairytale gone wrong but he'd never bothered to realize it. Now there was only the two of them and the answers she granted.
His smile faultered slightly when she spoke of the fire's flames to love to inspire. His stormy orbs seemed to flash as he said seriously. "It only takes one spark for a flame to catch.." his deep voice rumbling. "Longing and desire are hard to control.." his words catching in his throat as his eyes seemed to study the woman before him.
When the conversation was turned to him he was quiet too long. "I've been wounded in ways that time alone can't seem to heal.." His gaze never left hers as he answered honestly. "Perhaps once I believed in one love.."
DaVinci's mind was restless as Cwmfen turned to find answers to his question, a battle tipping the scales back and forth on just what he'd placed himself into this time. He was basically wrapped in the arms of another when he knew well and full that there was a woman he loved out there. She was wrapped in thorns and barbed wire, untouchable to the male for so many reasons but still, even if she'd broken his heart she still owned it. He listened to her answers as he mused, his voice soft in her ear. "Must everything be a battlefield for you.." He wondered what love was like to a warrior, if the world he'd known of tenderness and soft passions was a savage and almost cruel lover, harsh carasses and salty tears to mingle with the scars.
She couldn't know what he was thinking but his eyes seemed to show the uncertainty as the emotions started playing strange games with the weaker of the two figures. If she was a wildfire, passions raging on like the warrior she was.. could she purify and cleanse like fire. Leave him like the Phoenix he was to be reborn of the flames of desire and able and ready to take up the weight of the love he had left on the sands of the bay. He could feel her gaze upon him and yet he couldn't return. When he felt her eyes cast off him he finally turned back and gazed at the lady, knowing what he wanted.. even if it wasn't the answer to his pains but uncertain if he could take the steps down that path.
He didn't know why he'd asked her of love, he'd known many relationships that had been build without pure love and they'd stood longer than he'd believed possible. Raised in a world where castles and fairytales were the stories of legends and mothers passed them on to their children.. He'd never been fed the lines but he knew so many who had. DaVinci was a living fairytale gone wrong but he'd never bothered to realize it. Now there was only the two of them and the answers she granted.
His smile faultered slightly when she spoke of the fire's flames to love to inspire. His stormy orbs seemed to flash as he said seriously. "It only takes one spark for a flame to catch.." his deep voice rumbling. "Longing and desire are hard to control.." his words catching in his throat as his eyes seemed to study the woman before him.
When the conversation was turned to him he was quiet too long. "I've been wounded in ways that time alone can't seem to heal.." His gaze never left hers as he answered honestly. "Perhaps once I believed in one love.."