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The sun should have been high in the sky, the warm, stifling afternoon heat suggesting that it was, but it was hidden beneath a layer of thick ominous grey clouds that had rolled neatly across the sky during the morning and now hung above the ground, an omen of at least a shower of rain in the near future. The air was humid and heavy, another sign that rain was nearby, it also made it feel like it would be a release, freshening the air around the lands and stopping the smothering effect the waterlogged air had at the moment, even the soft breezes were warm, too warm and moving too slowly for even their speed to be cooling, the warm air was circulating sluggishly around the lands, keeping everything at the level of uncomfortable heat that had been in the lands all day. The grass was wilting in the heat, the long green strands drooping, unable to bear the heat and the moisture in the air that it could not use, the ground was dry and the plants had no way of collecting water from the humid air all around it. And so the grass's long blades were beginning to rest upon the floor again, the summer flowers wilting and drooping, their petals falling to the ground, their stems flaccid, unable to support the weight of the brightly coloured petals at the end of it. Even a few yellowed leave had fallen to the ground, resting atop cracked headstones, littering the paths between overgrown graves; even the large trees were suffering in this heat, shedding unnecessary baggage in order to preserve its more important boughs and leaves.
A dark hand pushed against the rusted cemetery gate, forcing it open, having to fight against the brambles, grass and plants that had wrapped themselves around the old iron gates. Finally with a whining creak, the gate came free from the plants' hold and swung open enough to allow the ebony shifter access to the old cemetery. She quickly began to walk around the perimeter of the old cemetary, looking at the outermost graves, the cracked headstones, only a few still bearing the names of the humans who had been buried beneath them, the rest of the names having been eroded off of the older headstones, the newer marble ones still having the faded epitaphs scrawled upon them. Long fingers trailed against the aged wall of the cemetery as Soran walked through the area, her fingertips stroking over the rough stones that the wall was made up of along with the small amounts of plants and flowers, the moss that had forced its way between the stones, giving splashes of colour to the dull grey and brown of the wall. The grass was cool and soft against the obsidian lady's feet despite its brittle nature from the lack of the water in the plant's system. The air was still stifling and the lady brushed her long black mane away from her face as she changed direction, padding through the graveyard's more central area now, pausing every now and again to read an interesting gravestone here and there, to reach out and touch a cracked headstone to feel if the texture changed where the crack started. Eventually the dark lady gave up fighting with the unruly curled waves of her mane, resorting to tying them back and braiding them, securing the braid with a strand of dark leather.
The fae gently touched the necklaces that rested around her throat, the piece of sharp flint and the silver pentagram that had been a gift from Deuce. A smile reached her dark lips as she felt the cool silver against her fingertips, the necklace bringing memories of the pale fae who had once belonged to her, the tempestuous, wild, beautiful creature who she had loved, who she still loved so deeply. The slender lady moved to sit atop a gravestone, feeling much more alive now that she had had a good night's sleep, the first time she had slept since seeing her red daughter again, the first time that she had managed to get the evil little girl's image from her mind, the first time that she had been able to force her fear and hatred towards Hollow back into her subconscious, and been able to get some rest. She had finally fallen asleep in the University last night, after meeting Susquehanna, and raiding the library for books. The ebony lady had been filled with joy when she had come across the dusty tomes that had filled the shelves from ceiling to floor in the old university library, the dark fae had spent what seemed an age trawling over the spines of books, reading the print that was scrawled down each one carefully, selecting a few to take with her now, the books that now filled the canvas shoulder bag that was resting at her hip, and selecting a few to come back and collect, in order to fill the Haven manor library more fully, she had a passion for books and she was determined to get her pack mates interested in reading as well.
Shifting her weight so that she was more settled on the cool stone of the grave, hiding under the shade of a large tree that had grown tall and strong right behind the gravestone that she was sat upon. She let out a sigh and moved to rest against the rough bark of the tree, her long fingers picking at a piece of loose bark near the base of the trunk as she sat, her lips curving into a smile as she saw the first droplet of rain fall upon the thirsty grass, this was followed by another, and another, until finally a full blown shower was in progress, small droplets of rain falling upon the grass, freshening the air, removing the humidity almost instantly. Safe from the rain under the large tree, the green leaves that covered the large boughs collecting the rain and stopping it before it fell onto the ebony fae and soaked her fur, not that she would mind the cooling effect of the wet droplets falling upon her, but her large canvas bag was filled to the brim with old books, she could not risk getting those wet, and finding herself with a messy paper pulp and nothing else when she came to unpack later. And so the ebony lady sat under the shelter of the large tree, enjoying the cool of the marble gravestone against her legs, enjoying watching the rain falling onto the green grass and plants, the beads of water rolling down their stems and dropping off of their leaves and onto the ground, probably being soaked up by their roots almost instantly. It was nice to see the way the land was being refreshed around her, the way that the life was being sustained, the ending of the suffering of so many of the plants around this area.
Soran cringed as she thought of her red daughter once again, the madness flickering in her eyes that were so like her father's. She decided, rather suddenly, to take a book out of her bag and begin to read. The dark lady did not want to think about her daughter or Hollow, not now, the male was cruel and he seemed to have poisoned her small girl's mind and heart, she didn't want to think about either of them when she had no clue how to save her little girl from her father's evil clutches. She didn't want to feel helpless or torn as she did whenever she thought of her daughter, and so she buried her nose in her book, humming a soft tune as she did so, pretending to be totally relaxed and hoping that soon she herself would believe that she was. [/html]
The rain came flooding from the sky. Deuce lifted her hands up and celebrated the rain, enjoying the feel of it against her body. Phoenix Valley was a sucess! Her idea was a success! Life was good! Yes, she had to deal with Colibri in her pack, but she could handle that. Right now she felt like she could handle anything.
She was by the church, when she felt this irresistable urge to go in. She thought she could smell a scent that was heart achingly familiar, but dismissed it as too much excitement. And then, under the branches of a large tree, Deuce saw the black female. She halted, looking at her. The other woman's face was downcast, her eyes on the book she was reading. But the pale woman was certain who it was.
Her heart leapt in her chest. Had the dark woman survived the fire afterall? Deuce moved closer, step by step, never speaking, just gazing. Her heart yearned to take the dark angel in her arms again. In a way, lucifer had been right. You never forget the ones you loved. There was always that soul tie. Always. She had a soul tie with thanos, she had a soul tie with Soran, and whether she admitted it or not, Noah and Taliesin were her soul ties to Lucifer. And, of course, the miscarried pups back in the original lands, pre fire.
And then the pale woman fell to her knees before the dark angel. It was Soran. She whispered the dark beauty's name soflty, her eyes never leaving the dark woman's face.
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push it inThe obsidian lady was allowing herself to fall into the plot of the old novel in her hands. Allowing herself to enjoy scanning the black printed text that was written in neat lines across the yellowing pages, she turned each aged page carefully, absorbing the story, enjoying the tale of the dashing heroine and the band of thieves that pursued her across the lands. As she leant forwards, bending closer to the book to examine an interesting illustration, a brightly coloured picture of a woman, her long golden hair spilling over her shoulders and down her back, a black shirt pulled up to just beneath her pointed chin, her sparkling blue eyes staring intently at her pursuers as she leapt towards them, a long curved blade in the hand of her outstretched arm, her cloak billowing around her as she moved through the air. Soran released the page to stroke her long fingers down the image; the printed page was slightly raised at the edge, just fractionally higher than the surrounding flat paper. The fae's fingertips brushed against the image, the purples, the blues, the blacks, the reds of the cloaks that the thieves were wearing, she smiled at the bright image. The lady was glad to have the distraction from her life, she didn't want to have to think about Khaden who she was still unsure of, the pair were civil to one another but hardly mother and son yet, or Dhalia, who was the mirror of her father, cruel and insane, even in appearance the red girl was his double.
push it inThere were of course other things that she didn't want to think about, the possibility of having lost some of those who she loved to the fire, the possibility that those who were still alive wouldn't want to see her again, being too hurt by her betrayal, the way that the ebony fae had left without saying goodbye, she would understand if they couldn't forgive her for that. She longed so much to see Deuce once again, to see the pale fae with the smile that made Soran's heart stop, the alabaster fae whose arms Soran still longed to curl up in. The fae smiled as she remembered the time she had spent with Deuce, the way the pair had been so in love, despite their rocky beginning. She gave a soft sigh as she thought of the way Deuce had smelled, the soft warm scent of the older female, even after all this time the ebony lady remembered, and they were such fond potent memories, even now she was sure she could smell Deuce's scent in the air, memory was indeed a strong thing. Soran shook off the memory, being mildly annoyed that the scent refused to clear from her nostrils, the ebony fae's memory was indeed too powerful.
push it inAnd then suddenly a familiar soft voice whispered Soran's name, for a moment confusion blurred in her mind, it couldn't be, surely? She was just imagining it, remembering Deuce's image and scent had stirred up memories of her voice, and now her subconscious was using it to tease the ebony fae, reminding her that she would likely never hear it again. But for just a moment, the dark lady was gripped by hope and curiosity, and so she lowered the book she was reading at focused on the land in front of her again. A gasp escaped the ebony fae's lips, the book fell to the floor with a soft thud which the lady ignored, it was now unimportant, who cared if it got wet? There were plenty more books that she could collect.
push it inBefore her knelt the beautiful pale fae that had just been racing through her mind. She was still equally as beautiful, though as the ebony fae had, she had aged, though it barely showed on her pale face. She was adorned with new earrings, but so was Soran. The dark lady could not believe that her former lover had found her, after she had been seeking the white wolfess for so many days, the fae had found her instead, the moment she had sat still and put her search on hiatus, the fae had turned up at her feet. Slowly the ebony fae slipped from the headstone she was perched upon, moving to kneel in front of the pale wolf, so close that their knees touched. Tentatively she reached out a dark hand and rested it on the beautiful alabaster fae's cheek, then, only then, when she was sure that she was real, when she knew that she had to be because she could touch her, she could feel her warm face beneath her palm, did she manage to find her voice.
"Deuce." She breathed softly, her voice quiet, barely audible, unable to force the smile from her face.
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They had both changed so much, both had new scars, new hurts. Both had aged. Both had loved and lost. And all was forgotten as Soran knelt in front of Deuce, a hand on the pale mother's cheek. The dark angel whispered the word she needed to hear. one word. Her name. It was real. Deuce smiled, her happiness matching that of her former lovers. And then the hand on the cheek wasn't enough for the pale woman, and she wrapped her arms around her dark queen, pulling her close.
I was afraid I'd lost you.... Her voice trembled. Soran's scent had altered since last they'd seen eachother. but then so had Deuce's. They'd been around, and were together again. And though the landscape was different, it was as if nothing had changed. It was as if time had held still. Deuce had never left Syemv. It had all been a bad dream, and the women were still together, Conri and Dierdre sleeping together in the same room next door.
But time had gone by. Years had gone by. And Conri was grown up, a leader of his own pack, the pack she'd been exiled from. And dierdre was a mother, though she wasn't around to watch her babies growing up. But one thing hadn't changed. Deuce's soultie to Soran was as strong as it had ever been.
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push it inThe ebony lady allowed herself to drown in Deuce's scent the instant the fae put her arms around her and pulled her close. The dark fae buried her face in the side of her former mate's neck, breathing in her soft scent, the flowery, earthy smell had changed, but it was still her underneath it all, underneath was still that hint of warm cinnamon, the pure scent of the beautiful wolfess whose arms Soran was hiding in. The touch of the pale fae's warm arms wrapped around her, the scent of her lady in her nostrils made her shiver, each nerve in the obsidian lady's body was tingling with anticipation, just being in such close proximity to Deuce made Soran excited and nervous at the same time, everywhere their bodies touched felt too hot and yet freezing cold at the same time. The lady couldn't explain the bliss that being in her former lover's presence brought on, but she did not really want to explain it, experiencing it was enough for the ebony female, just to feel this again, just for a moment was more than what she deserved, and would be enough to have her be grateful to whatever deity had decided to grant her one blessing despite all of her sins forever.
push it inThe lady had been frozen for an age, even as Deuce spoke she was unable to move, she had been stunned by the sound of her former mate's voice in her ear, the feel of her arms around her, she was too enraptured by just being close to her former lady. Finally, after the last word fell from Deuce's lips, Soran found her arms once again, suddenly wrapping them around the ivory female's ribcage, pulling her even closer, holding her tight, scared that if she let go, even for a second that she would disappear in a swirl of smoke, leaving the ebony lady alone with her thoughts once again, stunned by how potent a mirage her lonely heart could conjure up. Soran was scared that the lady would begin to dissolve in her arms, like the sand upon the Syemv beach in Twilight Vale that trickled between her fingers relentlessly, unstoppable no matter how hard the fae tried to keep a hold on it. For a moment it was so much like it had been, back when the pair had met in the dark Syemv kitchen at night, when they had cuddled close in the Syemv lands, before Deuce had been forced to leave, before the bouts of depression had dragged the ebony fae away from the lands, before the rapes, before the unwanted pups, before all the horror in the females lives there had simply been each other, and Soran had been happy.
push it inGently the fae nuzzled against Deuce's neck and chest, cuddling her former lady close to her.
“I was afraid I'd lost you too, I was so scared that I'd never see you again, I've missed you so Deuce.” The dark lady replied, her voice was soft and slightly shaky as she spoke, she was so overwhelmed by being close to her former lover.
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She nestled close to her dark woman, trembling with the force of emotions that over ran her. Too long sinc they had been together, too long since they'd been able to be happy again. And here they were, together, yet still apart. But the dark woman felt so right in the pale mother's arms, felt so right being held closely. Deuce took in her dark angel's scent slowly, taking deep breaths.
"I've missed you so very much, Soran....so much has changed, and I was afraid you were lost to me forever...." She looked her former mate in the eyes, holding her close. Suddenly she wished they could be the way they were, carefree and in love. Those were the days.
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