In the shadow of your heart

Silvano Sadira · 11-05-2011, 05:17 PM

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Silvano smiled as she got her words right. It made him happy to see that she was enjoying learning his language, even though he was a pretty crummy teacher at it. He watched her repeat the word, and then beamed at her as she got it right, grinning back at him. Her pretty little smile made his heart melt, and then she tapped the stoat's nose. Silvano had almost forgotten that the creature had been with him, so absorbed he had been at watching - not like a creepy guy - the pale white woman. But she twisted back to him and kissed his nose, which made him smile like some drunken clown. The Sadira enjoyed the affection she showed him, whenever she showed it. Well, it was often, but he meant a different kind of attention.

She looked at the book, sighing as soft as a newborn lamb. He took the book and put it in her lap, taking the chance to graze her legs with his finger tips as he did so. Silvano was more aware of his desires. And he was sure that Giselle did not understand them in the least. Oh well, he would just have to figure out how to make her understand, and maybe find out just what it was she thought on the whole matter. They really hadn't talked about it, had they? "Okay, your turn." He smiled encouragingly to her. "Lemme hear that lovely voice of yours," he said, tweaking her nose lightly as he draped an arm across the back of the couch.

Giselle Fantasia · 11-05-2011, 06:29 PM

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WC: 404. OH WHAT. BAD SILVANO :|

As laughter was contagious, so was happiness, as the woman in the library seemed to glow without the aid of the sunlight through the window. When she chance glanced at the tall dark knight, she saw the warmth emanating from his features. Only when he moved the book into her lap did she look away from him for a moment, blinking to comprehend what was being asked of her. Though his touch was fleeting, Giselle's face grew warm at his words, gently gliding her hand along the dark hair that framed her face, rivulets dancing as they moved willingly. Her heart beat faster, but nothing but a smile graced her cream colored face. Then, she felt the book beneath her fingers, and opened it up quietly and delicately.

And so the tale continued, as Giselle's words characterized each feeling in black writing and bringing the story to life. It was the only true way she knew how to read books, but it seemed that no one would complain. As the woman's voice sang out the words, they were introduced to new characters and their lives, and though Giselle struggled to understand some terms from man, the young woman moved on without pause. It was only until they reached the 18th chapter did she stop, and glance up at the male beside her.

In that moment, she seemed taken aback by his intense emerald eyes, swirling along the pages of the book. But what could be seen from the exterior was a concerned and thoughtful look. "I don't think I like this Mr. Wickham," she mused up at him, feeling a shiver crawl down her spine. Her form shifted comfortably, turning her back against the male as she leaned on the side of his frame. A yawn pressed forth from the back of her throat, and the Fantasia girl sighed softly as she let it pass. As powder blues flitted to the window, she glanced traces of orange and the beginning shades of red color the room. Beside her, in the corner, Tux had fallen asleep, bored from the book and finding nothing of interest among the inked pages. Lazily, dainty white fingers passed the story onto the knight, eager to know more despite the time of day. "Would you read some more, please?" She asked in an airy tone, glancing over her shoulder at the knight. "It sounds much lovelier when you read it."

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Silvano Sadira · 11-05-2011, 06:51 PM

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NO NO, HE'S BEING NICE 8D

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Giselle read on, and the brunette only listened in silence, a calm look on his face. Every now and then his emerald eyes would flicker from the book in her lap to her features. He would gaze, for a moment only, at her face, at her shoulders. Somehow, he just liked taking in the sight of her beside him. And she felt warm beside him, even though they were barely touching. Absently, he managed to rest his leg beside hers, touching it faintly. He pretended he had not noticed the contact, even though he really did. It almost jolted him when he realized what he did.

They finished a chapter, and the Sadira gazed at the letters on the page, wondering what the soldier's angle was. Gizelle commented on him, and the youth nodded. "Yeah, I don't much like him either. He seems shady. And not a good kind of shady." Because there was a good kind. Silvano shook his head, leaning back against the couch, gingerly. Then, he felt Giselle lean on him, her warm body pressing against his and he felt himself heat up at the touch. He looked at her, glowing in the sun's light as it sank down the sky. It was that late already? How had he been so easily distracted, so easily mesmerized by the bubbly young woman? He swallowed, rather nervously, as he felt the book pass into his hands. He had been about to ask if she were tired, but that was a clear answer to his unasked question.

"Alright.. but I did like it when you read; your voice is so pretty, Giselle." He smiled at her, meekly almost. But he began to read again, taking it rather slow as he felt the light start to fail as the sun kept on drifting down towards the treeline.

They managed to get through so many more chapters, finishing with the twenty-sixth chapter, and the wedding of Charlotte and Wickham's pursuit of another woman, a much wealthier woman. Silvano sighed, feeling the light was getting to be too bad to read. "I don't like him. He's heartless and selfish." But wasn't he himself terribly selfish, with wanting Giselle all to himself?

Giselle Fantasia · 11-05-2011, 09:56 PM

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Delight was easily shown on the young woman's face when the male agreed to keep reading, though the tale had some cruel and wicked human creatures. The pale princess found that she could not look into his face when he complimented her, and though red powdered cheeks she nodded. "Oh, thank you, that's kind of you." Her voice was lyrical, yet it squeaked like a small animal with a loss to say any more. The young woman was not sure how to control the beating of her heart, nor properly respond to his soft spoken words, so instead she let him read on.

Giselle found herself dozing on the man's shoulder once or twice, prying her eyes open when her dark head felt heavy. She stirred once more, but let her head remain, light upon his arm. Intent on keeping herself awake, Giselle focused on the story, though the words weaved in and out of focus upon the pages. Silvano's voice seemed to get quieter in the growing darkness, but the young woman did not mind in the slightest, noting as he drew out each word carefully, as if he were afraid they wouldn't be heard. When he finished, Giselle's heart ached for Charlotte, unsure of what she was getting into. Weddings were not supposed to be unhappy, but the auburn and cream colored woman felt this story had a different opinion on the gallant and pure celebration.

Heartless. That word was dreadful to the innocent woman. Another shiver crawled down her back like slow, gentle fingers, and suddenly Giselle was reminded of the dark man with the violent yellow eyes. She had thought she heard a whisper, and her form turned sharply, but instead saw only the knight. Her knight. Staring at the tall man, however, did not ease her uprooted fear. Her empty fingers curled in her lap, like a wilting flower, and suddenly her face was buried into his shoulder, hands moving to grasp his arm. The memory was fresh, as tears began to fall into the fur of the man who had saved her, and paid for it in turn. "I'm s-so sorry.. so very, very sorry~" She exclaimed into the darkening library, and the muffled chokes made the stoat's head pop up, voicing a concern with a single squeak.

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Silvano Sadira · 11-06-2011, 10:35 PM

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HEEEYEYYYEYEYEY I SAID HEY.

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Silvano was well aware Giselle was sleeping on and off; it had been a long day of them doing nothing but reading. He was surprised at how long they had been at it, too. Yet, he kept on reading, always noticing when the young woman jerked awake and refocused on his words. He had, however, no way of figuring out what she was thinking of. There was no way for the Sadira to see her expression as he kept reading, only glancing to see the top of her head resting against his shoulder. He sat as still as possible, making sure that he was comfortable enough for the pale woman; he very much liked her resting against him.

As he had finished the book and said what he needed to say, the Sadira felt the woman shiver beside him. He looked at the top of her head, then saw, and felt, her shiver against him once more. He was about to gently say her name when she turned to look up at him with watery blue eyes. His look was of concern for her, wondering what it was he had said this time to make her cry. She suddenly buried her face in his shoulder, much to his surprise. Instinctively he wrapped his arms around her, completely baffled as to what set her off all of a sudden.

He shushed her slowly, softly as he pulled her back against him, gingerly for his back. He reclined against the armrest, arms surrounding the smaller woman as she cried into his chest. "Shh.. it's okay..," he cooed, rubbing Giselle's back slightly as he said so. Silvano waved a hand at the stoat, to keep him away. "Don't worry," he said softly as he rested his jaw on her head. He did not know what set her off, but until she calmed down she was in no position to say a thing.

Giselle Fantasia · 11-07-2011, 09:19 PM

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asdhsdhgdsg so cute. WC: 392

The story, and clearly the remainder of the day, had taken a turn. 'Elle had hoped to find an escape, but instead something made her react. She felt the giant's protective arms surround her, like a warm shadow, and felt herself being shifted downwards. Her face became buried in his lighter colored chest, fingers clutching the fur there as if the man could disappear at any moment. The book all but forgotten, she listened as it made a soft thud to the ground, its pages fanning out to an unknown page. Everything was blurred into one as Giselle squeezed her eyes shut against the sunset, shoulders shaking as her ears caught the Sadira male's comforting words.

"B-but.. this w-w-was all my fault," she stammered, lifting her head to gaze at him through clouded eyes. Memories washed in like a new tide, the scene emerging where the knight had fought to save her life. The ivory princess thought differently all of her life on how she might be saved from her distress, and even though the wickedness was slain the memory lingered like a dark curse. It kept her awake, and made her shiver alone in the darkness, the thoughts of whispers at her window making her all the more aware of moving shadows. The story had been written differently, and it was a knight instead to save her and pay for it.

Blinking, she turned her head away from the knight, pausing to gaze at his bandaged wound. A hand that had found its way buried into his chest now found itself lightly touching her own bandaged neck, then pulling away as if it burned. Tears stung at her eyes, but she let them slip down her cheeks, her eyes focused on his wounded waistline. Giselle could not see the real wound around his backside, but she was inwardly thankful to not have to be reminded. The small hand trailed down towards the man's stomach, as if she could will away the bandage and the wound at a touch, but her fingers curled and retracted, suddenly having second thoughts. "Silvano, I did this to you.." Giselle turned, mahogany hair falling around her face as she gazed into the knight's soft, concerning eyes. "I'm s-so sorry." The woman's head flew back down in another wave of tears, hands reaching up around his neck.

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Silvano Sadira · 11-07-2011, 11:39 PM

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I AM TIRED LIKE A BRO.

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Silvano did not know how to react to the entire situation. He had never been in it. Okay, that was a lie. Giselle had cried on him more than once since he had known her. Regardless, he found it difficult to adapt to every moment she ended up bawling in his arms. Hopefully, no one would come running to see who was making such a fuss in the library. Maybe everyone already knew of Giselle's tendency to cry. She had been through a lot, and her almost kidnapping never seemed to truly get out of her head. His nightmares never left either, nor the guilt he felt over taking a life. But he felt it was worth it, but they were both still struggling.

Shaking his head, he stroked her shoulders gently. "Don't say that, Giselle." Silvano did not blame her for it; it was not her fault nor was it his. Well, it was his for not being able to avoid the attack. It was the man's fault, for it all. He watched the woman run her hands down his chest toward his bandaged torso. He looked at her fingers, and swallowed hard as she kept blaming herself. "Please, Giselle. Don't say that." She gazed at him, all teary eyed. Silvano furrowed his brow at her, eyes gleaming with concern and hurt. The worst thing she could do was blame herself. And she did it.

Her hands reached up around his neck, and the man let her do so. He supported her lower back and pressed her close to him as she cried. He cupped her head, wishing she would stop this game of blame. "It's not at all your fault, sweet." Silvano sighed at her, knowing she was still crying into his pelt. "It hurts, but I don't care. You're okay. And that's just fine with me."

Giselle Fantasia · 11-08-2011, 08:42 PM

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That's right, you don't even deserve 300+ words. <3

Her stories had always left her heart beating a little faster, feeling happier until the last page, and left her dreaming for her prince. It was heartbreaking to watch the hero, or the princess, struggle against a force of evil, but never had the ivory princess felt as she did then, frightened and wary, even when the evil was gone. It was as if the story was not yet over, or at least had not found its happy ending, as much as the dark haired girl pined for it.

The words from the knight had lessened the shakes her body struggled with, as they had always done. She was sensitive, and the events of not so long ago had stirred those evil memories like a flame. Though tears still streaked her cheeks, with each passing moment and each soothing word, Giselle found herself being calmed, comforted from the male who had saved her on more than one occasion. Her hair spilled around her shoulders and draped across his chest as she lay there, murmuring forgiveness as the sun continued to change the colors of the world outside.

Soon the library did not stir with the woman's anguish, though her breath still shook the settling dust in the air. The young woman lay there, keeping still as she let herself be surrounded by Silvano's presence and protection. "I'm very grateful you're here," she finally said, in a whispering tone. "My brave knight." The words were spoken softly, knowing if Tux were to hear those words spoken to another, he would be upset. Giselle closed her eyes, feeling the man's heart beat beneath her pale cheek.

Silvano Sadira · 11-08-2011, 09:44 PM

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Giselle rested against him as she finally calmed down. Her breathing grew more normal, and slowed. Her tears dried up, and he could feel the wet spots on his chest drying as well. He could not hear Tux, but he hoped along with her that the little creature would not interfere; it seemed he had a habit of doing so. And that noisy chattering tone of his was not missed. Silvano still did not know how to think of the animal; was he a nuisance or a blessing in the guise of a rather curious pain? Not that it mattered much, thought the mottled man as he cradled Giselle in his arms.

Silvano smiled serenely at her as she spoke, and then kissed her on the brow. "I.. I lo-," he started, feeling his heart race. But he couldn't do it. It was hard and made his heart pound too loud in his ears to concentrate. As soon as he shut his mouth, his heard slowed down and he tucked the woman against the back of the couch, with him as another wall for her. "I can be here for you as long as you want," he said at last, deciding on that as an acceptable alternative. For now.

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