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Post by Autumn Hharm on Apr 15, 2012 13:16:16 GMT -5
She knew as soon as she awoke that she was once again in Tohrment's bed, and not in the corner. Without even opening her eyes and looking around, she knew the Brother was sitting in that chair, watching over her. She could sense it, along with his weariness, and other things. Sighing, and staying as she was, she decided this time she would just stay in the bed. She was sinking further into the numbness, and felt not like moving, leave getting up and going to her corner. She hadn't left the room since his decree, had not eaten, had not fed, and it was becoming more and more like an imprisonment from her past, only this time, her captor forced little contact on her, and certainly never violated her, and she therefore still had some feeling of safety.
She often stared out of the window, when Tohrment left, into the night she was no longer able to see but through glass and wrought-iron. She had dreaded each coming of the morning, when the shutters closed, and she became more completely cut off from the outside world.
Her brief dalliance with freedom was clearly over. And as that thought again rose up in her mind, she felt almost like curling up and waiting for sleep to take her forever, if only she could bear to leave Tohrment again. But that was even more impossible, now that he was finally hers. Her rahlman, her friend, her male. So, she settled for the numbness that had once, for a short time, been her closest companion.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Apr 15, 2012 13:31:15 GMT -5
He sensed her awake, despite his total exhaustion. Add that to the hangover from tiping back Goose, Brandy, whatever bottle was handy as he went from their rooms to the clinic, to the TC, he could still sense everything about his female.
"Bella was shot."
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Apr 15, 2012 13:36:10 GMT -5
Her eyes shot open as she gasped, and her hands went to her mouth. No.
The numbness made a small retreat at the news. "Is she..."
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Apr 15, 2012 13:47:36 GMT -5
His fingers rubbed his temple as he rested his head on his hand, braced on the arm of the chair, "She lives." He dared not open his eyes, knowing she would see the hauntings that were swimming in their depths.
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Apr 15, 2012 13:55:05 GMT -5
Thank the blessed Scribe Virgin. Almost involuntarily, she turned over to look at him as she felt the turmoil inside of him. But she knew not what to do, how to comfort.
She sighed. "Her hellren must be greatly relieved."
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Apr 15, 2012 13:59:28 GMT -5
"What hellren wouldn't be? He got to be there as she was mended. Got to carry her in his arms. To be with her in the moments after she was shot." His eyes snapped open, dark blue and pained, "To know she would live."
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Apr 15, 2012 14:03:54 GMT -5
At the pain in his eyes, she sat up, and slid from his bed to go to her knees before him, taking his hands in her own, keeping her eyes on those navy depths, then closing them as she kissed his knuckles.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Apr 15, 2012 14:09:09 GMT -5
His voice was barely a whisper, but the volume of pain and fear made it seem loud in his head, "I cannot bear to lose you Autumn. It would destroy me."
He bent over and placed his head on hers, "I do not want to cause you pain. Or keep you hostage. But I cannot lose you. Not like her. Not again."
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Apr 15, 2012 14:21:42 GMT -5
She sighed and gently pulled her head away to look up at him again. "And I understand that. But still I must ever live in fear of the opposite. And now, locked away, I have the added fear that I will be forced to live out my days without you. You and Xhex are the very reason I exist here. My only reasons for existing here. I have never truly had a reason to live before. And I live in fear of losing both of those in a moment." She reached up to lay her hand against his face. "I never wish to leave you, nallum, or lose you." Brought his knuckles to her lips again with her other hand to kiss softly, before returning her gaze to his. "Do not for one moment think I cannot understand your fears. Those fears, your pain, they are mine own. The only difference is that I lack the power to keep you safe within the manse, regardless of your will. I lack the authority to remove your freedom, for the sake of your safety, and my peace of mind."
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Apr 15, 2012 14:45:12 GMT -5
As he looked into those grey eyes, so full of love and adoration, he was no longer sure who was keeping whom safe. Was he, a bonded male, grasping at whatever means possible, even the most desperate, to keep his female safe?
Or was a shellan to be, giving all she had to make sure her male became the hellren she knew he would be?
Maybe it was both. Had that not always been how their fates interwined? His pain, her salvation? His closure, her freedom?
Cupping her face with his hands as his eyes still probed those grey depths, searching and finding nothing but love, trust and there, just a spark, fear, just as he was sure she found in his own navy gaze.
He lowered his mouth to hers, pulling her up into his lap to kiss her just as desperate as his actions had been; driven by his heart, fueled by fear.
He groaned softly into the kiss, pouring into it a plea for understanding, a promise of repent, a beg of forgiveness. And praying to the Scribe Virgin it would save them both. He broke the kiss, and laid his head on her shoulder.
"I have failed thee as your rahlman. I will make amends Autumn. If you let me. I would seek for rythe before the King if you wish." Lifting his eyes to look into hers, "Just never leave me."
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Apr 15, 2012 15:00:07 GMT -5
Sighed, and smiled softly at her male, her hand still on his cheek, and wrapped her other arm around his neck and whispered, "Never, nallum." Kissed him. "I love you, mine rahlman. And I wish for no rythe from thee. Thou art mine only desire. Thy heart, mind and soul. And thy happiness. For those. For thee. I will do anything."
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Apr 15, 2012 15:14:02 GMT -5
He gave her a tired smile, kissing her once again, "I want you to be strong. I want you to find your own strength leelan. I'll help, and if you seek to train, I will allow.." stopped himself and met her eyes and then....
He spoke in the old language, a vow of a hellren to his shellan, the same one he had told Wellsie when they had become tied to wed, their hearts had known it was meant to be, as his knew the beautiful female before him now,
"I vow I will encourage thee, always, in all that thee seek to do.
By thine side if thee need me.
Behind thee to hold thee up when thy weaken.
Before thee to shield if thy need my shadow as a haven.
But never far and as close as thy wish me to be.
This I vow, Tohrment, Son of Hharm to thee, Autumn, mine shellan of my heart."
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Apr 15, 2012 15:33:19 GMT -5
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Apr 15, 2012 16:43:42 GMT -5
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