Post by BadInfluence on Jul 19, 2015 15:27:52 GMT 9.5
(19:54:33 ) .:Loss:.
.:She Was Mine:.
Is Within A Personal Tree House
says to ALL: *It was a long, arduous, and even dangerous trip from Enstad to one of the smaller cities in Arvandor… The pathways were not as clear as they once were, Hanali as blessed and kind as she was, was also incredibly flighty and keeping the pathways between the villages open wasn’t quite on her list of things to focus on… She had traveled through thick woods, full of prickled briars and thorn bushes, with spiders and other darker beasts lurking… True, by rights of birth and station she could have ordered a carriage, traveled in grand style… In order to do that though, she would have had to reveal the reason for her visit to such an out of the way place, and that was not something she could dare risk… Forty years in the life of an elf is not terribly long, yet it is long enough for people to forget, and changing cities certainly didn’t hurt… There had always been rumors oh yes, a very beautiful daughter of a very high bred family, a future possible Queen and suddenly she vanishes off the face of all social events… She was put into hiding for some time indeed, before and after the event that changed her life, and had caused her the greatest sorrow of her life… She had been sent to this and that relative over the years, many and more sought to introduce her to very handsome, upstanding young men of her age to settle her down with… No one sparked anything in her though… True they were nice, well behaved young men, many of them were quite handsome indeed! But why marry? Her heart could not love like that, it was not in her, and why should she wish to shackle a poor young man down with her and make him miserable in the process? After a few years they started to get less and less frequent, fewer men sought her hand, and at the end of twenty years they stopped altogether. It was around then that she had decided to dedicate herself to Corellon, preferring him to any other god aside from Hanali, her heart a little too damaged to allow so much love in… Through years of worship and dedication, she had broken ties with her family so that their hands were no longer in her life, and she was perfectly free in name and deed… With that though, it also meant she was cut off from her proper title as well as funds, and other resourced that would have helped in this trip. It took her three weeks to make it to this place, and when she arrived, her heart was quaking in fear… It is one thing to have a dream, dreams were safe and warm, easy to love and hold onto… Reality was no where near so kind, so predictable or safe, and it was prone to shift about like the sand upon the dunes…. Had she missed? Was it too late? After all, by the time the news had gotten to her, it was already quite old… Over a year in fact, news of a young human in Arvandor with hair of gold and eyes of the most arresting green and amber, who’s name was of importance to her… She had set her feet to the path then in search of this person, asking for blessings from Corellon in her quest, her gown of the brightest azure wool and the silver circlet on her brow with its studs of moonstones… On her hip she carried her wand and small satchel of belongings for the trip, her letters of introduction for those whom she might visit upon, small coins and works of art with which to barter… When she arrived she was perhaps a little travel worn, the hem of her dress was soiled with the mud of frosts come and gone, her long golden hair a little wind tossed… She had arrived in town the night before, hearing all manner of rumors and news as she ate a simple meal of salad with a bit of fruit and cheese, the town abuzz with all the things going on… So much had changed in forty years, and yet in so many ways it was just as she remembered it, her heart hurting with so very many what if’s… There were so many baby announcements, new marriages, new couples… Ah… It was along something like that when she heard the name again… This Rosamund… She asked gently for the person relating the tails to fill her in a bit more, only to be swept away with a torrent of information, apparently the young miss was quite popular here… A light in the eyes of Hanali apparently, rising through the ranks like a shooting star, a woman who worked quite tirelessly to make sure all around her benefited… The work she did for the community, her work at the hospital, the wealth of information she had brought back with her from the Surface… Of course, you can’t have that much praise without a few drops of sour in the soup, that is just normal… Rumors of her being a bit of a fast one, sleeping with two men at once, even having children from both… How she had been engaged to one, and once he was off to war, began to sleep with her ex-fiancé… Only for at the end, both men to be perfectly ok with the arrangement, and apparently… The old lover had proposed, and she was to marry them both, breaking tradition but not the laws. That had all set her quite on her nose a touch, quite a bit of information to swallow, yet through all that there was no malice for the girl. Instead, many people seemed to adore her, though many and more were confused as to how she had come here a human but now was just as elf looking as the rest of them… A few more delicate, well placed questions gave her the name and address of her betrothed, her wedding to be taking place the very next day no less. In a town like this one, there are no real secrets, so despite the wedding being a small one everyone rather knew about it or pretended they did. She would take that information with a smile, retiring to her room after that to take a much needed shower, taking to her bed early… She wanted to meet this young man… And to see the wedding… The next morning she dressed in a soft azure blue sheath gown, fitted and crossed under her bust by crosses of silk, lovely beading over the sweet heart neck line and hips that tailored down to a point, closing in close about her legs in a delicate funnel shape… Her hair was pinned up high on her head, her simple silver coronet on her brow, silver studs in her ears… She had her little purse in her hand, her heart in her throat, a soft azure woolen cloak about her shoulders… She headed out to the location she had been given, asking a passer by here and there when she feared she might be lost, finally arriving at the charming little tree top home… She would cross the bridges and ladders easily, her home city was made in a giant tree, so this was rather comforting… Once she got to his door she would knock lightly, not one to barge in on a stranger, calling out gently with a voice like honey.*”Many pardons, I hate to intrude on this early hour, but is this the home of young Jacob Anikin, the Paramour who is to be married today?”
(20:59:51 )
?..I'm all Tangled and Twisted..
.Caught in the Knots of Our Love.
: *Ace had kept his promise, the night they had spent together was wonderful and fun, and he had even let her get to bed early enough to have plenty of sleep for the big day… He had almost seemed unwilling to let her go, but they both knew that if they didn’t keep Tirithon busy, he would be drawn to the event and ruin it all… She had gone to her cabin to get ready, the dressmaker having delivered everything she needed the night before, all she would need would be what she would do to herself… She had taken a long and lazy bath, using a thick honey and sugar scrub on her skin until she was pink and her skin so soft it was mesmerizing, glowing and radiant… Her hair was washed and hot oiled, treated with gold dust through the heated mix, all geared to make her hair dazzle… After it had soaked long and deep she rinsed, and after draining the tub, she really went the extra mile… She had a milk bath prepared specially for her by a small group of girls from the temple, eager to help the Fiery Adore, the woman who would be one of the next Paramours once her quest was complete… In that thick fatty milk there were rose petals, and clover blossoms, magically heated till it steamed… She sunk down into it with a hiss, the heat was thick but so rich, clinging to her in a way that water could never mimic. She lay there in the deep white depths of her tub, her fingers trailing in the water as the girls massaged every inch of her, painting her fingers and toes pure white with the softest shades of green and blue in the pattern of babys breath blossoms… The next set of people to come in were where her heart started to pound hard, racing away in her throat like a run away train, not out of fear but… Something else. She remained in the tub there, the both of them coming up to sit on either side of the tub there, their tools of the trade out at the ready. The first order of business… She stuck her tongue out, leaving it flat and smooth, feeling the twin set of clamps fastening on either side… When the needles pierced her skin she stiffened, the pain knifing through her like a bolt of electricity, feeling the studs slide in behind them… They were specially picked and made from resin, twin roses on either side of her tongue, the flat backs holding them in so they rested perfectly against the flesh of her tongue. Knowing today was a special day, they had performed healing magic on her tongue, making sure that her soon to be husband wouldn’t have to hold himself back in kissing her with them healing… The next ones were the worse ones… She sat up in the water, the milk running off of her bare breasts, feeling the icy cold cotton swabs across her nipples to make them stand out hard and pert… The clamps were applied there as well, her breath catching, worried she would embarrass herself… She closed her eyes and nodded when they asked if she was ready, feeling the heat as the needles were driven through her flesh. She held onto that with all she had, saving it for later perhaps, refusing to move as they slid the rings through… Two hoops with roses at the end… The same treatment was applied to her nipples as her tongue, ensuring they were perfectly healed, there would be no interruption during her bedding… They left with a smile, both of them wishing her the best in her future marriage, the payment having been leveled a few days ago… The girls that were with her were all curious about what she had done, asking why she decided to get piercings like that, simply laughing softly and explaining it was a personal choice… When she was primped and polished, her eyebrows perfectly shaped, every little inch of her pampered… Only then did she leave the tub, telling the girls they were welcome to it while she finished up, hearing the excited laughter and thank yous… She walked out of the bathroom and into her bedroom, looking at the mirror that stood against the wall, a husky chuckle as she remembered Ace… She wanted to perhaps torture her groom, to tease and tantalize him, to show him what she had done while he was gone… So she summoned a little orb there, the pink color of it perfectly matched the color of her favorite roses, and with a simple command it began to record everything she did… A little video camera of sorts, and it would move and float about on it’s own, recording her from various angles… She turned one way then the other, looking at herself there, the way the silver glinted in her nipples as it kept them hard and erect… She stuck her tongue out to see the twin piercings on either side of her tongue… She liked it… It was empowering, to have control over what she did to her body, to add beauty to it… She began to get dressed, just the lingerie for the moment, keeping it unusually simple for her… Then again, she knew very well that she didn’t want to give Jacob any issues, she wanted him to be able to undress her easily… The silk thigh highs came on first over her legs, feeling it whisper and glide over the sweet creamy colored flesh, resting at the top of her thigh… Repeating the process on her other leg…. The next came her garter belt with was pulled up just below her belly button, the scalloped lace was beautifully detailed, a little bow over the front just the right amount f flirty… She attached the ribbon clasps to the tops of her thigh this, teasingly sliding her fingers up under them, snapping them in the rooms silence… The thong panties came next, made from the same decadent lace as her garter, pulling them up over the clasps… She had a feeling he would find the sight of her without her panties with only her garter and nylons would drive him a little wild… Last was her bra, strapless with soft silk cups that clung to her breasts, the lace banding the same as all the others… She would adjust the bralette there, seeing the twin little rises with their circles of her piercing, running her finger tips over them with a shiver. She would sigh softly, letting her hair down from the towel it had been wrapped up in, letting it fall down her back in thick wet curls down to her ass once more… She would look at the orb then, holding up her hands in a shape of a heart, winking at it before blowing a kiss, and sending it off to Jacob… Once that was out the window and safely on it’s way to it’s new owner, she would slide into a chiffon and lace robe, fastening the gold leaf belt around her narrow waist…*
(21:50:40 )
°.Chivalry isn’t Dead. °.
Dr. Jacob Anikin
...I don’t want for much..
..just my name written across her heart..
: ..the party had been utterly insane..Diovan had certainly done extremely well to organise all of that and it seemed to end on a beautiful note.. the good news surfacing.. his necklace coming into play for perhaps a different purpose than was first expected.. but a better one none the less.. he had parted ways with his beloved girl knowing that Ace had something to discuss with her.. so he made sure the children got home.. were settled in and comfortable.. the days seemed to pass pretty quickly.. a couple.. no more no less.. and before he knew it, it was the big day.. his wedding day no less.. something that if he thought back on he would have never really thought would occur.. he had never really felt that spark for another person before.. not before Rose.. sure feelings had been strummed up for others.. but nothing to this extent.. he had slept incredibly well the night before.. the children were off with Mina and Vivian.. leaving Garafin to settle and organise things with Sybelle.. he had showered and shaved.. adding a few dashes of cologne ..nothing to over powering just a touch.. enough to settle on the breeze around him.. a comb ran back through his hair.. his attire was not as formal as most.. as from what he had organised the wedding was not as formal as most.. plus he figured she’d be getting all that in SIlverthorn.. this one was.. smaller.. comfortable.. a lot more cosy.. he slid on a pair of light grey slacks.. a crisp white shirt.. rolling up the sleeves to settle there against his elbows.. . his art on display for at least the moment.. he heard the tapping at the door.. that certainly caught his attention.. as he figured he was expecting no one.. at least for a little while.. - .. Just a moment, please... he would call out.. hearing the almost quiet feminine voice on the other side.. his charcoal coloured tie settled loose over his shoulders.. his shirt remained open as he moved toward the door.. drawing it open as he was straightening his collar.. - .. Yes, I am Jacob.. .. his head tilted there, he wore a kind smile as he looked to her..he went to do up those buttons of his shirt.. - .. is there something you require?. I will offer my apologies..if my state of undress makes you uncomfortable.. I’m in the process of getting ready... he didn’t recognise the face.. not having been one he was sure he had come across.. his memory was generally pretty good.. he remained there in the door way as he slid the remaining few buttons into place.. tugging down upon the tie there.. drawing it around the front as he ushered her in- .. come in and take a seat.. I need to sort this out.. .. he laughed a little.. ties were something he struggled with on occasion.. he caught sight of the orb floating across.. dancing there in the door way as he captured it between his fingers ..oh he knew that magic.. and he figured it was not something to be shared in.. well.. polite company.. placing that sweet magic bubble down beneath a cloche for the time being- .. You’re not from around here.. or still quite new perhaps?
(22:14:37 ) .:Loss:.
.:She Was Mine:.
: *She wasn’t quite sure what to expect of the young man she was going to call on, those she had talked to said that he was very fetching, a kind young doctor from good family… Though really, fetching was all in the eyes of the beholder, after all appeal was not something that could be put in general terms… What was completely handsome and heart stopping wasn’t always the next persons cup of tea after all. When the young man called out she could say he had a nice voice at least, very smooth with a nice ring to it, and educated as well… Very well mannered… Who ever his parents were had done a fine job on him… When he opened the door she tilted her head to the side just a little bit, a warm smile on her face as she looked him over, taking him in one sweep that was far from invasive… It was polite, a glance one might receive when one knows they look good, flattering versus uncomfortable. She noticed the dark brown, almost black hair, the green and blue eyes… Well that wasn’t something you saw often! Rather pretty… She shook her head when he apologized if his undress was making her uncomfortable, it might have been a long time ago, but she knew what a mans body looked like.*”Oh no, truly not at all, I understand that today is a bit of a big day for you… Might I come in, Dr. Anikin? I would like to speak to you, and I feel the conversation though nice, is not quite doorstep material.”*She would say warmly, her tones were sweet and kind, very well bred from the way she spoke. She would nod her head in thanks as he let her in, coming to see the lovely little home here, taking it all in… She would turn to him then, the little clutch held in her hands, that smile on her face that never quite left.*” Well, I wanted to ask you something, and I thought perhaps you might be the best person… Here, might I help you?”*They didn’t know each other from a bar of soap true, but this was Arvandor, people would never harm each other here… That she knew of… That is how it had been when she had been here last, though Gods knew it had been some time ago, looking at this young man she figured she had been about his age… If he allowed, she would come up to stand before him, helping him sort out his tie, the delicate scent of jasmine floating about her with hints of lavender. While she worked, he knew she wasn’t from around here, her smile growing a little.*”Oh, not for a very, very long time… I used to spend my summers here when I was around seventeen years old… I moved away when I was nineteen, I live in Instad now, I live in the temple of A Thousand Spires…”*She would do a few more… Intricate knots in his tie, taking it from the regular tie knot to the eldridge one, something far more intricate but striking…*”Forgive me, I fear we are bouncing around a little, aren’t we? My name is Lady Melima Tára Remmórë, from house Remmórë, though we haven’t been active in this corner of Arvandor since I was young…”*His tie was done now, so she would settle his collar properly for him, just a little tug here and there… He smelled nice, he was a handsome young man indeed, but she couldn’t place him… Not by looks or family… She would step away for a moment, tilting her head this way and that, taking it all in. After a moment she would nod in satisfaction, continuing on in that sweet, honey smooth voice.*”Now… This is really rather hard for me to say, because in truth I can’t quite bring myself to hope, but when I heard about her I had to come… I was told the woman you are to marry today… She has bright green eyes and blond hair, she’s a bit on the petit side, named Rosamund MacDonald?”*She would ask.*”I understand it is… An odd question but… You see… A long, long time ago, I had a little girl… Blond hair like mine but brighter, with eyes the color of spring all green and gold, and I named her Rosamund… On her belly, just a little to the right side, she had a small birthmark that looks like a rose…”*She could have asked the girl herself, but if she was wrong, it would have broken that poor womans heart… How could she do that to someone? Get their hopes up, only to find out that no, it was all just a cats cradle with holes in the strings?*”Does… Does your Rosamund have a little birthmark there? I think it would have grown with her, but I can’t be sure… I promise, if she doesn’t I will go on my way, I knew when I left that this might be nothing more than an odd coincidence…”
(22:35:43 )
°.Chivalry isn’t Dead. °.
Dr. Jacob Anikin
...I don’t want for much..
..just my name written across her heart..
: .he laughed a little and nodded his head when she said that today was a big day for him- .. It is indeed! I see word travels quickly around here..yes of course.. do come in.. make yourself comfortable.. Don’t mind me as I tend to a few things whilst we talk.. .. he would wait until she was within the door before he would close it quietly behind her.. she must have picked up on his struggle with the tie - .. Oh, why thankyou.... he would offer her an appreciative smile there.. standing as still as he could whilst she shifted his tie around.. looping it over and knotting the silk until it was perfectly placed - .. Ask away.. I will see if I can help you, if not I may be able to show you in the right direction of the answers you do seek.. .. he commented on her not being from around here.. and she replied in turn.. it made sense.. he couldn’t place her face afterall.. she spoke on coming from Instad.. a temple there..- .. not somewhere I can say I have been.. .. she patted down his collar there and stepped back.. he turned then to peer down into the small shaving circular mirror there upon the counter. Straightening his shirt- .. Oh that’s wonderful, thank you very much.. .. he would smile.. she offered her name then..- .. Well it is a pleasure to meet you Lady Melima Tara Remmore.. Arvandor is a beautiful place.. I grew up here.... he picked up his light grey vest there.. tugging it down over his shoulders as he began to fasten the buttons at the front.. glancing toward her every so often as she spoke.. hearing about how she was told about Rose.. her eyes and hair colouring and her body shape.. even going so far as her name.. he tilted her head- .. yes, that would be my soon to be wife.. Rosamund.. .. he nodded a little.. leaning there against the counter then as his hands slid down into his pockets.. a look of curiosity upon his featureshe blinked when she said she had had a child a very long time ago.. a little girl with blonde hair and green eyes.. and how she had indeed named the little girl Rosamind.. his hand rose as he rubbed his chin there.. he seemed to visibly pale a little when the birthmark was mentioned.. taking a breath then as his brows furrowed- .. hmm.. .. he rubbed his hands together.. a little bit of a spark.. a magical pull there as he conjured up the tattoo he had seen upon her only nights prior.. the glittering golden rose.. it just hung there in the air.. before it slowly faded- .. like that one?.... he chuckled a little- .. let me see if I am understanding this correctly.. .. he pushed away from the counter there as he moved to approach- .. For as long as I have known Rose.. she’s not had any family around her.. behind her.. no ones ever really contacted her.. she figured they were all lost.. long gone.. .. he moved to crouch there before her chair- .. are you her Mother?.. .. it was quite surprising really.. of all the days for a family member to turn it up it was on their wedding day..he paused there.. a little longer before he would rise and move across to the shelf.. pulling back a book with a few pages sticking out here and there.. he’d flick through until he found one he had drawn of her.. sliding it down to rest there infront of you.. it was actually a family portrait he was working on.. it had them all in it.. there was Ace with his roguish looks.. himself to one side.. the children before them and Rose there in the middle- .
(23:06:17 ) .:Loss:.
.:She Was Mine:.
says to °.Chivalry isn’t Dead. °: *Two things get talked about often and quickly no matter the size of the place, and those were weddings and unfortunately, deaths. One certainly happens more than others with their race and their long lifespan, but both get talked about almost on the same level, so it was only natural that upon arrival she would get an earful of who was marrying who…*”Well thank you, that is very kind, I appreciate it.”*It was chilly outside, quite a bit to be honest, she knew snow was right around the corner… Almost on time really… She remembered quite a few winter days here from her youth, and she had to admit, no where was as pretty under a blanket of snow as Arvandor was.*”It’s chilly out today, I shouldn’t be surprised if the snow comes a few days early or you this year, I remember it would wait until next month but the population was a bit smaller back then so we needed a little more time to get things together.”*She said with a smile, grateful for the warmth, the charming little home with all it’s things in their proper place. Studious almost… There spread about were a few sweet little pictures in their frames and on the wall, a couple of girls under a cherry tree, a woman heavily pregnant… She saw him struggling a little with is tie and offered to help him with it, she was used to this, her own papa was a bit hopeless about them.*”Oh no, truly, my pleasure young Jacob… If I might call you Jacob? This little one here is one my mother made up, my father loved to look so nice, but he was perfectly hopeless with a tie…”*Now that she was closer to him, he could see the lines under her eyes, the little ones around her mouth… She was aging, but she was aging beautifully, gracefully even… She spoke of where she lived, and she knew it wasn’t entirely the most familiar of places, it was a big hard to get to but it was so impossibly large that once you got there one forgot about ever leaving. It just consumed you.*”Oh I would advise it at least once… The Spires are truly beautiful, and the city is so big and busy, you wouldn’t believe some of the things we have there… It is quite the feat.”*She would finish setting him up, the tie nice and straight, his collar tugged lightly and set down nice and neat… She smiled at his thanks, giving him her name then as it was only fair, nodding her head when he said Arvandor was beautiful.*”I always enjoyed my visits here, Hanali Celanil and her Crystal Palace is spectacular, I used to go there often on my visits.”*She watched him continue to get dressed, and it was then she began to explain her visit, well as best she could. It was a very delicate thing truly, she wasn’t quite sure how to bring it up, and showing up so late after the fact… She hadn’t known what happened to her baby after she had to give her up, it hadn’t been her choice at all, and after that… Just nothing… Only this last year did she get news, and as soon as she did, she had come out… She nodded her head when he said that yes, Roseamund was the girl he was about to marry, her heart starting to race quite hard in her chest… She went on a little more, trying to handle it properly, but she had no idea how a mother would go about this… She asked about the birthmark, and she felt him using a bit of magic, seeing him summon the tattoo there…*”Why yes, that’s almost exactly it… It wasn’t gold when she was born, and not quite that bright but, yes… It’s where she got her name from, when she was born and they handed her to me, she was my world… The rose there… Rose of the World…”*It was a bit of a shock, and she was quite glad she was sitting down, seeing the tattoo there would have dropped her… She watched this young man come to crouch before her, telling her as long as he had known her, she had never had any family… What had happened to the couple she had been told adopted her?... When he asked if she was her mother, she paused for a moment, feeling a touch overwhelmed… She would reach into her clutch, pulling out a little silver locket that would hang from a pin that one would put on a jacket… She would press open the side and reveal a little miniature… A painting of Rose when she had been a baby… Looking exactly as Pia had when Rose first brought her home.*”I think I am yes… Please… Might I just have a moment of your time to explain?”*She would ask as he got up, thinking he was perhaps upset with her, thinking she had an ulterior motive… She watched him move to a book, seeing it was a bit sloppy about the corners, waiting for him to come back… He slid one picture to her, seeing how parts of it were colored, others just waiting for the kiss of a brush to the paper. She turned white, quite white, a soft gasp before she reached out to carefully touch the page.*”Sweet Gods of Creation… She looks just like me the day I met her father… And… Tell me… Who is this man here, with the dark hair, off to the side?... He looks just like a man who used to court me, Prince Tirithon?... By all the graces… Wait…”*She paused, fanning herself a bit there, looking at all the children there…*”Oh my gracious… Is… Are those all hers?”*She would hand the picture, wiping her hands along her cheeks, crying and smiling all at once.*”Oh forgive me please, I just need a moment, if you would…”*She would take out a tissue from her purse and dry her eyes before she spoke.*”When I was quite young, I got pregnant by an elf that my family didn’t quite agree with, he was too low born and a sylvan to boot… It would have shamed my family to no end for me to keep the baby, so when my time came and Rosamund was born, I had to give her up… They said she was going to a good couple, a young pair of wood elves who couldn’t have a child of their own, who said they had love to spare for my little girl… When I heard about a woman named Rosamund was in Arvandor who just had her debut, the way they said she looked, I had to come and see her… Sadly, the news was already a year old when I heard it, but I came as soon as I could… Please, young Jacob, do believe me… I am not here for any reason other than to confirm something I Felt in my heart, my greatest hope is to know my baby girl is alive, that she’s happy… That is all I wish.”
(23:32:56 )
°.Chivalry isn’t Dead. °.
Dr. Jacob Anikin
...I don’t want for much..
..just my name written across her heart..
: ..he had lead her into his small little bed setter home, it was quite a contrast in warmth considering just how crisp and cool it was outside.. she asked if she could call him Jacob and he nodded- .. Oh yes of course.. I’m not here in any professional capacity and Mr Anikin makes me sound.. well.. a bit old.. .. he laughed a little.. she fixed his tie for him, knotting it perfectly, his hand was still bandaged up so it was quite a task though not impossible it would have just taken him a lot longer if he had been left to his own devices.. he thanked her for it telling her it looked wonderful.. sliding on his blazer then.. drawing it across the front to fasten down the buttons.. she dropped a few bombshells then.. mentioning having a daughter and describing Rose to pretty fine detail.. only to then ask about the tattoo and hint onto the idea that she could very well have been Rose’s Mother.. it came as quite a shock indeed, he knew Rose had often wondered about her family.. never having really known a lot if much at all..she agreed the tattoo was the same just wasn’t gold when Rose was a baby and maybe not quite so bright.. going on to say that’s where she got her name from.. - .. It’s a beautiful name.. it suits her perfectly.. .. he came down to settle there before her when she reached for the locket.. drawing it open as he reached for it.. holding onto it carefully as he glanced down at the picture it contained.. - .. Wow.. that’s pretty incredible.. it looks just like little Pia.. … he offered a smile there.. this was all pretty extrodinary.. never in a million years would he have ever figured this to happen.. he moved to stand there.. shifting across to pick out one of his sketch books.. this was to be a little bit of a surprise for her.. a gift.. but he figured it was the most recent.. placing the page down upon her lap as he closed the book.. - .. Wow.. really?.... he blinked when she said that Rose looked just like her when she met Rose’s Father.. his brows furrowed a little at the question.. leaning across to look.. seeing she had pointed out Ace there.. only for her to mention Tirithon- .. close.. .. he nodded.. moving across to pick up one of his chairs there as he brought it across to sit beside you- .. That’s Ace Koehler.. .. he would motion to the dark male there- .. Kind of.. interesting really.. that’s King Tirithons son.. so you know the King then?.... his head tilted looking across to you there.. she picked up on all the children there and he nodded and smiled- .. they most certainly are.. The eldest is Pia.. .. he would point to the little spark there with the pixies floating around her- .. and then there is the newest additions.. Alaric, Aelora and Ionwe.. .. his heart just about broke when he noticed she was crying.. his hand rose to rest there upon her shoulder.. giving it a bit of a squeeze there- .. it’s a lot to take in.. I can understand the sudden emotions.. it happens.. there is nothing to forgive.. .. he nodded.. listening as she spoke about how she had gotten pregnant by an elf that was not high enough for the family to accept.. and how she had to be given up.. that she had heard news of a girl being in Arvandor but it had been so long ago that this was as quickly as she could have come- .. well.. really.. if you think about it.. what better day for a girl to find her family.. then on her wedding day?.... he would offer her a smile there.. it was warm and comforting.. he was trying to keep her at ease-.. She is most assuredly alive.. and there is rarely a time I don’t see her smiling.. or laughing.. so I am glad to be able to say that she is happy.. and I know.. .. he would shift so he was facing you properly- .. that she would love to meet you.. will you come to the wedding?.. You don’t have to introduce yourself.. you don’t have to come up front straight away.. you can just sit back and bare witness to the vows we are going to make.. and when you feel the time is right.. you can come forward.. maybe not today.. maybe not tomorrow.. but soon.. We are leaving for Silverthorn within the week.. I don’t want you to miss your chance.. .. his hand would come down to rest upon hers.. giving a squeeze before he would move to stand.. - .. It’s never too late.. I only met my Father this past year..
(00:01:32 ) .:Loss:.
.:She Was Mine:.
says to °.Chivalry isn’t Dead. °: *She laughed softly, a nice warm sound, nothing too fancy but it was pleasant on the ears.*”Well perhaps, just a little bit.”*She said, holding up her fingers, showing a bit of space between them with a smile. She had helped him with his tie, seeing the bandage there but not mentioning it, it wasn’t the polite thing to do after all. She was trying to get things out in a calm fashion, nothing too fast or too in depth, not wanting to overwhelm him or herself… After all it was a big thing, coming to a strangers house, to try and find out if the girl he was about to marry was in fact your own daughter… She wasn’t sure but she wanted, no, needed to know… Even if she took no part in her life, even if she kept her distance, just seeing her… Knowing she was happy, that she was ok, that she was living a good life… That was all she really needed, Gods know she had lived with less, so much les. She explained about Rose’s birth mark, having him confirm it, showing her a picture of it though it was tattooed on now… She smiled softly at him when he said it suited her, the name she had given her baby, the one thing she was allowed to give her.*”Oh I wish I could have given her so much more, but sometimes parents, they think they know what is best for their child… I am glad that as things progress though, young adults, people like yourself… You are given more options than we were… It gladdens my heart to see the change…”*She showed him the little locket then, the picture she had begged painted of Rose when she was born, the one request her parents had given her… And oh, she had kept it with her her whole life, it was her one little thing that she couldn’t bare being parted from.*”Oh? Who is Pia, if I might ask?”*She would say as he came over to her with a drawing, the whole thing shaking her a bit, seeing a woman who looked like her but prettier there among this chaos of love… Four children, one slightly older than the rest, a man on either side of her… She thought she recognized the man there, asking about him, Jacob answering her question.*”Ace… That’s a little unusual… But yes, I did know the king, we were betrothed at one time… Not quite engaged but our families had hopes and, perhaps, ambitions… I come from a family that have good genetics, and we tend to have boys more than girls, so really we’re a bit of a prime choice for Royalty… This Ace looks almost just like Tirithon did when we were courting, only Ace is a bit better looking, his face is more…. Refined?”*She asked about all the children, being told they were Rosamunds children, her own grand children. Oh it was a touch overwhelming… She was wiping at her eyes there, afraid to ruin the lovely picture, reaching up to gently pat Jacob’s hand on her shoulder.*”It is… Oh they are so beautiful… Look at all those colors! The red is from her grand mother… She had flaming red hair, but she was the sun elf of the family, so it is only natural for that to bleed down somewhere… Let me see… The little blond, Pia you said? She looks a lot like Rose I can see… She has my nose though… The little boys are so precious! The little one with the blond hair looks the spitting image of my uncle… Gods help you if he keeps it up, my uncle was the only man I ever saw who had women get into cat fights over him, he was just a LITTLE vain… But once again, that is a bit of the sun elf in our family there! The dark one though, he looks just like… Well anyways! They are all stunning, all of those little ones, and so healthy!”*She wouldn’t mention anything, she wasn’t ever going to judge anyone, and she wasn’t about to open a can of worms on someones doorstep. She explained at the end about what had just happened, why she had been forced to give up Rose, her families stance on it all… She saw his reassuring smile, the words he was saying, nodding her head softly. She would rest her hand over his there, a soft smile on her lips, but there was a bit of sadness in her eyes….*”I would be very, very happy to go to your wedding Jacob, nothing would make me happier than to see my daughter being given into the hands of such a kind young man… However… I can’t let her know me… It isn’t that I doubt your words, or that she wouldn’t be happy, but this is… For me… I was madly in love with her father, quite so, but when my family found out… Well they were a bit mad, I ruined our chance to marry into Royalty with Tirithon, and it was a double insult with me being pregnant. I was taken away and not allowed back, and when I did manage to sneak away and meet him, I found out he was newly engaged and nowhere to be found… It broke my heart… I won’t interrupt your wedding, or upset what looks like a very beautiful family, I am more than happy with knowing what I do…”*She would pat the back of his hand, giving it another gentle squeeze before he would move to stand, coming to stand herself.*”I should go now, I have a friend around here who I used to play with when we were younger, I wanted to check in on her husband and her little girls… I hope she is still here… I will be by for the wedding, I do promise, but… Keep this a secret between you and I? It’s for the best, I promise…”
(00:24:30 )
°.Chivalry isn’t Dead. °.
Dr. Jacob Anikin
...I don’t want for much..
..just my name written across her heart..
: ..he smiled to this woman, she had this gentle aura around her.. it was comforting.. and he was feeling in those moments that she could be trusted.. usually first impressions told him lot about someone and he made sure to take notice.. he certainly wouldn’t allow anyone around his soon to be wife that could hurt her.. not after all that Rose had already been through.. he exclaimed that the younger picture of Rose looked just like Pia.. hearing her question before he went and plucked out the portrait he was working on.. pointing out the people.. everyone from Ace to the children.. naming them all..opening up little snippets of their lives for this newest addition- ..Oh? you were to be married?.. .. he nodded..finding that all rather interesting- .. he is here currently also.. Tirithon .. waiting to take Ace back for a coronation.. I did notice that Ace and his Father looked indeed very similar.. Ace is just quite a bit younger.... he explained to her each of the children there.. naming them all.. hearing her comment on the hair colouring.. and how it fit in with family members that she knew closely.. it was all so intriguing.. learning about someones history.. it was like placing a few more puzzle pieces on the board.. and they were slowly but surely slotting into place..he asked if she would want to go to the wedding.. that she would be more than welcome to.. her response made him nod.. he understood he truly did- .. naturally of course, I understand.. whilst I don’t agree that keeping the secret would be best.. it is not my secret to tell.. so I wont breathe a word.. you can trust in that.. .. he held his hand over hier heart there.. helping her back to her feet as he moved back toward the door- ..just know that you are welcome.. and I mean it.. even if you would prefer to sit at the back.. the group wont be large.. it’s just a small gathered group of my family and a few friends.. it’s more private than anything else.. .. he would shift across to the kitchen there.. plucking up one of the spare invitations with no name on the top there.. he would hold it out for her to take- .. the location and time is there.. It’s been a pleasure to meet with you.. and I do sincerely hope this will not be the last time I see you Melina.. our family is quite large..and very varied.. but there will always be room for more.. .. he would offer her a ressuring smile there- .. I better get back to it.. I know I have to go meet with my Mother before everything starts.. Do have a good day.. and please try and stay out of the cold.. .. he would wait until she had slipped out before he would slowly close the door behind her.. turning back to getting himself organised and ready for the days acitivities-
(00:57:10 )
?..I'm all Tangled and Twisted..
.Caught in the Knots of Our Love.
says to °.Chivalry isn’t Dead. °: *The dress was laid out on the bed, the hundred layers of tulle seeming to breath as it was released from the air tight bag it had been in, the shape of it slowly coming to life as if someone were slowly working their magic on it. While her dress settled there, she would sit down at her counter there, the girls had finished their bath and were all nice and sweet smelling when they came to help with her hair. She told them what she wanted, the simple loose twists, no bright jewels or fancy styles… She settled there at her vanity, taking out her few little pots of color, wanting to add a little bit of cosmetics. Ah she would have killed to have Sybelle with her, but she was preparing for the wedding, so she would be doing this alone… She pulled out the little pot with the dusky rose lipstick that had that wonderful sort of a matte look to it, dipping her little brush into it and slowly, carefully applying it to her lips… It was just dark enough to draw attention to her lips, but not so much as to look unnatural, it was more of a slightly darker shade of her own… She set that aside, pulling out her black kohl pot, bringing out an even smaller brush… With delicate strokes she lined the top of her eye above her lashes, from the delicate inner points of her eyes out to have a little wing flare at the end… A little more was gently plied to the tips of her lashes to make them stand out, looking thicker, longer that they normally appeared with their dandy blond coloring… A soft shade of warm soft brown went into the crease of her eyes, a soft almost translucent pink over the rest of her lid, though nothing above the crease… She didn’t want to over do it at all, she kept it so very light, so delicate… She looked at the girls with her hair, seeing the sweet dreamy style, the way it was loose het not messy… Jus the right amount of little hairs whisping out here and there to give her a slightly angelic quality… It took them a minute, Gods knew she had enough of those long, thick locks to take anyone a minute to updo… She felt her heart starting to race, now that her make up was done, her hair as well… It was time to put her dress on… She would gently push back and stand, coming to wait next to a little stool there, her dress being arranged around it. A bit of clever stepping at her avoiding her skirt and standing on the little wooden pedestal as the dress was lifted up, keeping the layers of silk tulle safe from any creasing, stepping down then so that they could begin to fasten the dress up… She slipped her arms into the seemingly impossibly delicate lace there, the way the fine tips of it were loosely trimmed, the threads giving it a spide web like quality…It left her shoulders bear and see through before coming down over a sweet pleating of more silk that fit her like a second skin from the tops of her breasts all the way down to the tops of her hips… The lace flowed all the way down, coming half way down her arms and all the way down to the start of the tulle skirting… While the girls buttoned her up, she put her gloves on, hating taking her rings off to do so but she knew it would be needed… The gloves were perfectly fitted to her hands, two buttons on the inside of the palms, the tops lines in the same lace of her dress… She couldn’t see her feet under the tulle, the girls asking her to lift each foot, attaching the delicate silk ballerina flats with their jeweled toes and long satin ribbons that would lace up her calves… She felt the almost impossibly light dress around her, the delicate buttons up her back, the pressure against her ribs and hips… The V down her back where the buttons and lace ended into the tulle… She tapped her feet on each toe, ignoring the girls whines, it was tradition for her… She would reach for her veil… It was made of nothing but babies breaths, all wound about with silver thread around an oaken circlet… She would place it in her hair carefully, not wanting to damage the flowers there, the girls bringing the lace veil for her… She saw how it settled over her face, keeping her half hidden from the world through the game of hide and seek through the openings, releasing a soft breath… This was it… This was truly it… She reached into the top drawer of her dresser there, pulling out the ring she had made for Jacob specifically, her heart starting to hammer in her chest. She slipped it into the little white sack purse she had with her, her tongue a little tender along with her breasts, just giving that perfect bit of reality to it all… The girls were just oooh’ing and aaah’ing there with her, saying she looked like a dream, that no one could ask for a more beautiful bride. They handed her her bouquet, and she made her way to the door, the girls running ahead of her to open the door for her… She smiled and thanked them, seeing the blacked out windows in the carriage waiting for her, making her tilt her head to the side… She smiled at the coachman who seemed to catch his breath and loose his mind all at the same time before suddenly realizing she needed help to get into the carriage, jumping down to open the door for her, assisting her up and making sure her skirts were in with her… She had no idea what he was planning… But what ever it was, it was all rather sneaky, keeping her in the dark like this quite literally.*
(02:05:44 )
.°.a sky full of stars.°.
…Sybelle Fironiil...
…maybe its not about the happy ending….
..maybe its about the story..
: ..she had been extremely busy, making sure everything was finalised, sorted and organised.. she knew that Jacob had full reign on how everything settled in the end.. and she gave him all that creative free space.. she just added a few things here and there.. gave him nudges where she felt he needed it and small bits of advice where she thought he may have forgotten little details.. the day had swung around quicker than she may have originally figured it too.. her books were sorted.. her writings were finished.. she was almost thankful it was going to be just a wee small affair.. for she had never married someone so close to her before and if she got a little bit teary and mucked up in a few places she knew those that were within the inner circle would understand.. she was still high on the feelings of warmth and fun she had gotten from the party that Diovan had thrown for her.. the night they had spent together and the news they shared.. she knew he would look after Aylan during the ceremony, there would be a place there just off to the side for the children if necessary.. Vivian and Mina would be there eagerly waiting to take the babies.. they never needed to be asked.. always willing and offering.. she had slipped on a short scalloped edged salmon pink strapless dress.. her hair was down in long kinky lavender curls.. a necklace rested there upon her softly sunkissed skin.. a pair of flats upon her feet.. she had arrived at the venue before anyone else.. she had to revel in the feel of it.. to understand it.. to allow it to come to life under its own ..to let it tell her things.. her books and ceremony related items came to rest there upon the small table beside her.. she glanced over the inner decorations there.. and just how much trouble Jacob had indeed gone to.. he had gone all out and yet he had spent very little.. most of it was done with favours repaid or offers made.. it wasn’t a large venue.. it was not a hall or chapel.. it wasn’t outside or on the beach.. but it was something personal to the pair of them.. and she was happy to be a part of it.. -
(02:06:04 )
°.Chivalry isn’t Dead. °.
Dr. Jacob Anikin
...I don’t want for much..
..just my name written across her heart..
: .. he had guided this woman out and allowed the door to close.. so much of what had been spoken about continued to circle his mind .. could this really be Rose’s Mother?.. could this be one of the last remaining links in the chain to her past.. the one she often tried hard to learn about but to no avail?.. he would keep it quiet.. it was not his place to say.. but he hoped this woman would be there.. if to at least see her daughter all grown up and with a family of her own.. he moved to the upper level there.. looking down into the mirror as he tightened the shirt.. the vest.. the belt and tie.. giving it all a bit of a tug as he ran his fingers back through his hair.. he slid the ring down into his pocket there.. sending off a quiet.. quick note to his Mother that all was well and he would be on his way very shortly.. he moved back down stairs then.. remembering the cloche there.. the bubble she had sent to him.. he moved across to it.. lifting it as the bubble seemed to float back up and out of its prison.. before it burst and he was giving that little preview.. that little glimpse into just how his dear wife to be was spending her morning.. his throat ran instantly dry and he was quite thankful he decided to leave this till now and not opening it earlier.. that would have been awkward to the extreme.. his brows furrowed as he caught glimpses of those piercings.. the rose loops upon the dusky pink of her hardened nipples and then.. on her tongue?.. how brow rose and his hand reached back to scratch against the back of his neck.. oh his cheeks flushed a hot red before the image vanished.. disappearing just like a popped bubble.. he cleared his throat and swallowed down the breath that continued to catch there in his throat.. - .. sweet merciful Hanali.. .. he whined a little.. exhaling a long somewhat shattered breath before he slipped out of the house.. deciding he needed a bit of that icy air to cool off his cheeks.. and everything else while it was at it.. he smiled and offered thanks to those that offered congratulations as he made his way down and out of the village.. he saddled up the horse that was waiting for him there.. looking quite dapper dressed as he was mounted upon his horse.. he took the short way there.. through the town.. stopping only to pick up a few sprigs of flowers to place upon his vest there.. before he would approach the temple gardens.. dismounting.. straightening out his jacket as the horse was guided off to the back.. he moved in and through.. finding his Mother there.. they shared a tight embrace.. so very many smiles though it was clear his were perhaps a little more nerves than anything else.. at least in that moment anyway.. he asked of her to help him then.. to remove those bandages.. she greatly accepted and together they slowly peeled back the layers.. revealing his smooth soft flesh beneath.. before he would move to stand into position there nearer to Sybelle.. his hands clasped behind him.. and he would wait-
.. the inside of the carriage would be softly velvet lined.. smooth and lush.. and magically warmed.. he knew it would be chilly and the last thing he wanted was for her to be cold.. the journey would be perhaps a little longer .. though the end destination was really not that far away.. the driver having been instructed to take the long way around.. and to go slowly.. she would arrive though.. after a little while.. the driver opening the door for her and offering to take her hand to help her down she would then come to realise just where she was.. a little ways from the crystal palace itself.. the temples.. the places where she had been debuted no less.. but that would not be where she was going.. there was a path.. littered with sliced down tree trunks.. upon them autumn coloured leaves and candles nestled within glasses.. glittering away..all in all there would not be a lot of blooms this time of year.. it was far to cold.. but the colours of the leaves in contrast with the bare trees was particularly lush..there were lanterns within the trees swinging just slowly with the help of the breeze.. if she looked a little further ahead.. standing there just outside their round glass gazebo was little Pia.. dressed in soft autumn colours of burnt orange and purples.. reds and yellow.. she was wearing such a dashing beautiful smile.. she even went so far as to wave her little fingers at you.. the Gazebo was dressed up beautifully though far from being over done.. it was filled with colours.. of blooms, flowers and vines that she had always spoken of taking her fancy.. the scents seemed to mingle delicately instead of being overpowering.. a little dash of magic meant the show was more for colour than for scent.. there were raw wooden benches scattered here and there.. and a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling sending out all manner of sparkling lights and shadows when the sun collided with each perfectly shaped piece of glass.. the chairs were filled with those she loved, adored and their own extensions of family.. There was Garafin and Marabelle toward the back.. Diovan was there with Aylan, Nautilous and Sydel with young Aysil, Mina and Vivian were standing over to the left there.. babies in their arms as they rocked them back and forth with smiles upon their faces.. there would be a few more dotted here and there.. namely people that knew them well enough to be invited..a few from the temple that had gotten very close with Rose, the dress maker/seamstress that had worked absolute wonders, a young artist seated off to the side nearer to the front.. his pencil, his charcoal at the ready.. and there at the end of the deceptively long aisle was Jacob.. waiting.. looking all manner of nerves.. and Sybelle offering a smile with her hands clasped before her-
(02:06:11 )
.°-The Golden Heart-°..
…Garafin Aranossë...
When I give you my time, I’m giving you a portion of my life that I will never get back
Please don’t make me regret it
: .. the talk with Nautilous had certainly been a little surprising and not something he had expected, the question though to walk young Rose down that aisle came with only one answer.. a resounding yes.. naturally.. he adored that girl, had loved her from the moment he had laid eyes upon her. She was a beautiful girl, both inside and out, a wonderfully loving partner that treated the boy he considered his own son extremely well and on top of all of that she was a perfect Mother. How could he possibly say no to that? To be able to help out on her special day, why it made his heart sing. He had slipped into his formal attire.. black slacks.. a crisp white shirt..a dash of red there in his tie, Marabelle had done well to make sure everything matched.. he usually wore Jeans so this was something out of the ordinary.. he hadn’t really been to a wedding in a very long time.. he had arrived at the venue shortly after young Jacob.. going so far as to walk up to his ‘for all intents and purposes’ son to give him a good old fashioned reassuring bear hug.. nearly squeezing the life out of the boy in the process.. but with them all laughing it gave Jacob something else to think about.. even if it was only for a moment.. he knew what nerves could do.. he’d battled with them a time or two himself.. and they could really buck up a guy if he let them.. offering his quiet wishes of luck before he would settle back into his seat there.. nearer to the back of the gazebo.. his beautiful girl there at his side.. taking her hand there.. giving it a gentle squeeze before he would hear young Pia squealing with delight.. the lady of the hour must have arrived.. he himself moved to stand.. reaching to kiss Marabelles hand before he would straighten his jacket.. waiting there quietly before she would come into view.. oh his smile couldn’t have gotten any larger if he tried.. she was a true and honest beauty.. just stunning.. heart achingly so and he knew Jacobs legs would probably be knocked out from under him the moment she wandered in.. he clicked his fingers as the music began to lightly play then.. something a bit more classical.. like a softer Canon in d, a few violinists springing up around the outside of the gazebo.. not within it as it would be far to loud.. so the sound was more.. muted.. more private .. delicate.. just like she was.. he would wait until she approached the entrance of the door way there.. before he would move to approach- .. Astonishingly beautiful.. .. he would whisper there.. his smile said more than his words ever could- . if you would honour me my dear sweet Rose, and allow me to walk you down the aisle?.... he would offer his arm to her then-
(02:54:49 )
?..I'm all Tangled and Twisted..
.Caught in the Knots of Our Love.
: *She was grateful for Jacobs forethought for her, knowing with the snap in the weather with it being winter that she was going to be quite chilled before she arrived… Where ever she was going to be arriving at?... She was settled against the warm velvet lined seat, finding the heat mixed with the fabric was so very soothing to her slightly jumpy nerves, letting her lids fall closed for a moment… Oh she was excited, almost painfully so, every single little nerve she had in her was jumping around like someone had electrically charged every neuron in her body. She wondered where Jacob might be having this little wedding of theirs at… There was a zillion different places around Arvandor that would make a very fine wedding location… Would it be a little glen in the woods? A stretch on the beach? Would it be at Garafins Inn? Or would it be somewhere entirely different? She waited… And Waited… And Waited… Well she was fairly sure she could rule out most of the ideas in her head, they would have easily traveled past most of th places she was thinking of, which left her feeling a bit confused. It was so very odd! She gently span her rings on her finger, then switching to Jacobs in her little purse, then to playing with the flowers of her bouquet… Where was she? She couldn’t look out the window, everything was hidden behind a black out screen, one she couldn’t move… She felt at last the horses slowing down, coming to a gentle stop, figuring she had finally arrived at last. She looked at the little mirror in the cabin with her, doing a bit of adjusting for her veil, pulling it correctly over her face… Now that she was here her heart was going perfectly mad! She took a couple of deep breaths before her door was opened, taking the drivers hand as she got out, needing the assistance with her dress… As her feet hit the ground, she felt a pull of recognition, her cheeks flushing under her veil… It had been sunset over a year ago, it was high summer and the air was sweet with Promise, Hanali had just showered them all with a little bit of lust dust… Jacob had taken her hand and led her from the little balcony where they had kissed quite passionately, down to the little glass gazebo where he had truly touched her for the first time, her heart skipping hard and sending hard chills through her as she remembered… The trees were bare with sweet little lanterns swinging in the gentle wind, places where felled trees had once stood held lovely glass containers with candles burning in them, the world lit up by flickering flame and brightly colored leaves alike… Oh it was all so stunning, so gorgeous and just perfect, the little pathway was so sweet… Just what she needed to settle herself down… Up ahead she saw her baby, her sweet little girl Pia, dressed up like the spirit of fall and gorgeous for it… She watched the wave and wiggled her fingers back in response, blowing her a kiss, loving that Jacob had included her in it… Just ahead of her she saw the gazebo and her jaw just fell agape a little there, trying to take it all in but oh, oh she was struggling… There were wisteria clusters in soft white and blues and purples and pinks, carnations and magnolias, hyacinth and sprays of peach and cherry blossoms… All of her favorite flowers were here, all the smells she loved, blending in a beautiful harmony of colors… She came up to the door, her heart slamming inside her chest all over again, finding it hard to catch her breath… The closer she got the more she saw, all the delicate cuts of glass and crystal, sending random rainbows of color and light all over… It was like a fairy wedding, where the heart mattered more than the head, knowing that she didn’t want something so overdone… She was shocked to see Garafin standing there outside the doors, just waiting for her to come up, starting that soft Cannon in D for the bridal walk… At his question, her hand rose to press over her mouth softly, careful not to smudge her make up as she nodded her head.*”Oh Garafin… Thank you… Please yes… You’re the closest thing to a father I’ve ever known… I am so, so happy you are here for me, just like this…”*She would rest her hand over his arm then, letting him lead her in the doors there, seeing the beautiful archway with the crystal chandelier and the lovely beeswax candles… To the sides she saw those who she had loved most here, Mina and Vivian with the twins and Ionwe, Diovan with Aylan there who Diovan had wave his chubby little baby hand at her… Marabelle with the empty seat beside her she knew was where Garafin would sit… Nautilous and Sydel where there with a little girl she didn’t recognize… There were a few of the younger men and women from temple who she had grown fond of, those who she had helped, who had risen through the ranks with her… Her dress maker was there and she smiled to her, the two of them had grown very close, and she knew that her seamstress would want to see the dress she had made in action… She saw an artist there and she flushed a bit, oh that had her a little nervous, hoping her skirts were laying properly… There was another woman, one who she didn’t recognize but who was watching her with a soft happy smile yet… Somehow she seemed sad... Well, weddings always played a little with emotions a little, so she simply smiled behind her veil at everyone as she walked… When she finally allowed her gaze to focus on Jacob there at the front, her heart seemed to pop right out of her chest, because it seemed to completely stop thumping altogether for what seemed like a full minute… When it started again she felt the throbbing there, the tears starting in her eyes, refusing to let them fall… He looked so amazing… That charcoal suit was beautiful on him, it brought out the beautiful delicate blue and green of his eyes, the sweet softly sunkissed color of his skin… Her hand tightened over Garafins arms there, her voice watery, signs that she was loosing the battle with her tears but she hadn’t lost the war yet… She just let it all crash over her, the sighs and sounds and smells, whispering just to Garafin.*”Thank you for raising him Garafin… For all that you have done for him, and for us, thank you… “
(03:11:24 ) .:Loss:.
.:She Was Mine:.
: *She had come, not because young Jacob had asked, but because she had to see her for herself… To see the young lady who looked so much like herself when she had been young, who had the same birthmark, the same name as her little girl… Could this woman be her baby? Everything so far seemed so… She had arrived not long after Jacob himself, preferring to take a seat towards the back a bit, not wanting to be noticed by anyone in particular… She caught the curious look from the young woman with the purple hair, only for Jacob to tll her something, and though the look was still there no questions came her way. She was settled in quite comfortably, having a look at the three little ones inside, so well behaved and happy looking… SO healthy and growing and round and just… Oh perfect… The eldest, the one that looked like what she thought her daughter would have looked like, standing outside in her beautifully colored dress… Oh everyone here was so beautiful, so warm and full of life as those closest to the bride and groom slowly filled up the log seats… The flowers were a beautiful touch, especially so far out of season and the weather being so cold, knowing he must have gone through a bit of trouble to have gotten them all… She was chatting to a young man sitting on her left, just gentle idle chatter, his more probing questions she deflected with casual elegance… When she saw someone specific though… Her whole world bottomed out of her feet and out to the bottom of the life tree… Oh, fourty years might have passed since that night, but she would never forget him… When she saw the young lady next to him she knew it couldn’ have been the Caela he was engaged to, so then it was a new partner, though how long they had been together she wouldn’t dare guess… Her heart hurt though… She wasn’t quite… Sure what she had felt for Garafin at first… Romance without a doubt… Charmed? Entirely… Attracted? Irresistibly… They had danced and laughed, she had sung for him and he had told her stories, and at the end of the night she had gone back to his Inn to take what was meant to only be a bath and yet became so much more… He had rocked, changed, altered her whole life that night… She had thought she was in love with him after that, and when she found out she was pregnant, she thought she would be allowed to choose to be with the father… But that just wasn’t ho the dice of her fate had landed… By the time she had gotten away he was engaged and out at sea, and at the end of it, she had given birth to her little Rosamund all on her own… It would seem though that Garafin knew her, he was walking her down the isle, and the sight along caused her to cry. She had her face buried in her tissue for several moments, though she refused to miss a single second of it, instead focusing that this was just how it was meant to be… She had seen Rose and though her face was covered, her delicate statue and fine boning had told her more than a face that she was from high elf stock… The delicate hands that held the bouquet, the small rounded shoulders and the long lovely neck, the thick golden hair under the veil… All of it just screamed every trait from her own bloodline… This was her then… This was her baby girl, it had to be, her birthday and everything lined up from what she had asked around… That woman walking down the isle was just like her… Children before marriage, head over heels in love, and her eyes full of stars… It was a sort of bitter sweet this thing here… To see Garafin had hurt, she hadn’t seen him in forty years but those years had been kind to him, he had just gotten better with age while she had lined… He was still as ruggedly handsome, knee quaking so, and still out of her graps… Oh where fate gives you a kindness, she sometimes takes a keen delight in also pinching you for it, a bit like an indian giver… She gained her daughter, she was sure of it, sure in her hearts of hearts… But she had also lost her heart all over again and felt it break in two.*
(04:18:40 )
°.Chivalry isn’t Dead. °.
Dr. Jacob Anikin
...I don’t want for much..
..just my name written across her heart..
: ..he had remained there at the very end of the aisle.. standing there alongside Sybelle.. the two exchanging a few quiet words..she was doing all she could to get him to calm down.. he was just a twisted tight bundle of nerves in those moments.. Sybelle had indeed noticed Rose’s Mother seated up near the back there and asked who it was.. he has just told her it was a friend.. someone who had travelled a long way to be here .. his gaze shifted about the room there.. hoping all was settled and organised and that he hadn’t forgotten anything.. he was thankful.. truly thankful for all the help he had been given.. so many people had come to his aid.. wether it be by organising flowers from their own hot houses.. or something as simple as a few newly drawn candles.. everyone helped.. and he would never forget it.. he stood there a little while longer.. glancing out through the slightly frosted glass windows.. before his heart just about leapt to his throat when the music started.. he hadn’t even caught sight of Garafin moving from his seat.. his eyes widened a little he glanced toward Sybelle there before he swallowed and turned.. moving his gaze toward the entrance there.. his hands remaining clasped behind his back for the moment.. before all would be unveiled to him.. there she was.. oh good goddess.. his heart just about stilled in his chest.. his brows furrowed and he looked almost visibly stunned.. as if his legs were indeed about to be tugged out from under him by little more than a breath of air.. he took a sudden breath.. not realising he had been holding it.. those green and blue eyes of his a touch more glassy than they were mere moments before.. his fingers curled in tight.. he blew out a few slow breaths.. all in effort to calm his slightly jagged nerves.. his cheeks flushed.. that soft sweet colouring across his slightly pale skin was clear.. the music was perfect.. soft.. more like an echo since it was just outside the doors.. he watched as Garafin stepped in to take his brides arm.. his hand rose then to tap to his heart.. oh that was perfect.. he had no idea.. he offered a bow of the head to the man that had raised him.. in only the utmost respect.. his smile only widening as the pair approached further.. closer and closer.. before she was right there.. before him.. - .. My god you’re beautiful.. .. he would whisper.. his hands would reach out for hers there.. soft and warm.. wrapping beneath hers.. the bandage having been removed.. and there was no tremor.. nothing.. just a perfect stillness as his fingers curled in.. giving a gentle squeeze.. guiding her up to stand there beside him.. sure the veil was there.. but he could see the outline of his beauty beneath it.. his gaze just fixed upon her for a moment longer before he would look toward Sybelle there-
(04:19:07 )
.°-The Golden Heart-°..
…Garafin Aranossë...
When I give you my time, I’m giving you a portion of my life that I will never get back
Please don’t make me regret it
: .. he had offered her his arm, hoping she would accept otherwise he might look like a right fool.. his smile only growing when she said yes.. that he was the closest thing to a Father that she had ever known.. his fingers curled in tighter as he slowly guided her down the aisle there.. keeping the steps gradual.. there was no rush.. the moment was perfect for it.. and he wanted to make sure it lasted for her..his gaze shifting across to those in attendance.. those he knew quite well.. and a few that he didn’t so much.. before he got to the end there.. he watched Jacob lifting a hand to his heart.. bowing his head in respect.. he shot Jacob a wink there with a dashing smile before he released his hold.. only to take her hand and give it a gentle squeeze.. - .. Thank you for loving him Rose, and for coming into our lives.. we are luckier for it.. .. he would linger there a moment longer.. glancing between the two.. his hand coming down to pat lightly upon Jacobs shoulder .. offering perhaps a touch.. a tap of reassurance that everything was going to be ok.. and that nerves were normal.. he turned to make his way back down the aisle there.. shooting a wink to Nautilous with a quiet chuckle .. he thought he caught the eye of someone there in the back.. someone that stroked his recognition.. but whoever it was had her head down.. tissues upon her eyes.. so he figured her to be one of the women from temple.. a friend.. a confidant he had not yet met so he didn’t press it.. plus now was not the time or place.. he settled down to sit there next to Marabelle.. sliding his hand into hers.. his fingers curling around.. lifting them up to brush his lips to the back of her palm.. Pia came toddling in there.. hopping up onto his knee.. two of his favourite girls.. he was feeling lucky for sure-
(04:20:20 )
.°.a sky full of stars.°.
…Sybelle Fironiil...
…maybe its not about the happy ending….
..maybe its about the story..
: .. she remained standing there.. her hands clasped before her, she spoke with Jacob for a little while.. trying to calm his jagged nerves.. trying to get him to breathe so he wouldn’t pass out.. she didn’t figure the bride would be so happy to come upon a passed out groom.. she had noticed the women up toward the back there.. someone she was sure she had not seen before.. she made it almost a personal mission to know most of Arvandor as it was part of her position as Paramour.. but the face she could not put a name to.. she asked Jacob who it was.. pointing her out as subtly as she could only for Jacob to tell her it was a friend who had travelled the distance to be there.. she found that interesting.. maybe a little odd but she wasn’t about to ask questions.. little Pia stepped up then and she knew that Rose must be on her way .. she watched Jacob as he started his mini panic attack then.. watching his eyes widen and hearing his breath squeak.. she reached across with her hands there.. giving him some reassuring words and a smile.. getting him to breathe slowly as she guided him to turn around.. Rose then appeared and her hand rose to press over her heart there.. her free hand to her lips.. Oh she was stunningly beautiful.. the dress was breath taking.. the bouquet.. the shoes.. everything.. a perfectly primped little package.. she felt bad for not being able to help her friend out getting ready.. but she really had to focus on the task at hand.. the two of them not really having had much time to talk lately.. something that would have to be rectified.. and soon.. she waited patiently there.. watching Garafin offer to walk her down the aisle.. oh that made her eyes tear up a little.. glistening there in the low lighting.. the pair of them approaching to the softened sounds of the musical notes being played so beautifully just outside.. soon enough the duo was there and Garafin released the beautiful bride.. she offered Rose a smile there.. watching as Jacob reached for Rose’s hands.. and the pair just stopped to look to one another.. she let this moment take hold.. there was no rush.. there was no alarm or alerts.. they could take as long as they needed.. and she didn’t figure anyone else in the room would bother.. before the two would turn toward her.. her hands came down to rest upon theirs clasped there together before she would slowly draw them apart.. letting them fall back to their sides..her gaze.. that soft blue and green would wander over those that were within the small glass gazebo- .. The question is asked , Is there anything more beautiful in love than a young couple clasping hands and pure hearts in the path of marriage?.. Can there be anything more beautiful than young love?.. she would smile.. turning back to the table there beside her as she picked up her book- .. And the answer is given.. Yes, there is a more beautiful thing. It is the spectacle of an old man and an old woman finishing their journey together on that path. Their hands are gnarled but remain clasped, their faces are seamed but still beautifully radiant, their hearts are physically bowed and tired, but still strong with love and devotion. she would nod with a smile- .. yes, there is a more beautiful thing than young love.. Old love..You both stand here before the great goddess Hanali and myself knowing that marriage in Arvandor is for a time that transcends the body, the life of the heart..it’s for the beyond and further than that.. Jacob and Rose, is it true that you come of your own free will and accord?.... she would glance between the pair of them there.. waiting on their acceptance, their understanding that Divorce was not an option- .. With whom do you come and whose blessings accompany you?.... she would glance up to the ground surrounding.. this would be the time that Nautilous would stand for Jacob and Garafin would stand for Rose.. both explaining their blessings for the couple in this moment and how they came to offer complete support for the length of the couples lives.. her gaze would shift.. glancing between Nautilous and Garafin.. nodding her head.. allowing them to retake their seats for the moment before she would turn back to the couple - .. Please join hands with your betrothed and listen to that which I am about to say. . she would smile.. waiting for them to take each others hands- ..Above you are the stars, below you are the stones, as time doth pass, remember...Like a stone should your love be firm like a star should your love be constant. Let the powers of the mind and of the intellect guide you in your marriage, let the strength of your wills bind you together, let the power of love and desire make you happy, and the strength of your dedication make you inseparable. Be close, but not too close. Possess one another, yet be understanding. Have patience with one another, for storms will come, but they will pass quickly. Be free in giving affection and warmth. Have no fear and let not the ways of the unenlightened give you unease, for the Goddess is with you always… she would smile.. her hands would reach to press her hands to their shoulders before returning to her book- ..Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides, And when it subsides you have to make a decision.. .. she nodded-.. You have to work out wether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. .. she would smile.. her words were perhaps getting a little wavey- .. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of eternal passion. That is just being ‘in love’ which any fool can do. ..she nodded.. her hand rose to wipe a few fingers beneath her eyes-
(04:20:40 )
.°.a sky full of stars.°.
…Sybelle Fironiil...
…maybe its not about the happy ending….
..maybe its about the story..
: Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Those that truly love, have roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree.. and not two.. .. she smiled, placing the book down there as she reached for the coloured ribbons there upon the table.. reaching across she took their hands, placing them wrist to wrist..- .. Pulse beat.. to pulse beat.. .. the first ribbon was draped over their hands- .. Jacob and Rose, will you honour and respect one another, will you support and assist each other?.... she would turn the ribbon around. Sliding a second into place there.. - .. Will you be present in the difficult and challenging times so that you may grow strong in this union?.... a third ribbon would be draped over the first two Will you share each others laughter and joy? And look for the brightness and fun in life and the positive in each other?.... a forth ribbon sliding into place is it your intention to bring peace and harmony into your every day ways of communicating?.... the fifth ribbon would be draped over their hands- .. and when you falter will you have the courage and commitment to remember these promises and take a step back toward one another with an open heart?.... the sixth ribbon would be draped over..- .. and as the years pass and your hands become aged and wrinkles, will you reach out and be there for each other.. .. she would wait for their acceptance as she tied the ribbon there.. .. And now as your hands are bound together, before I allow them release I ask you to declare your love.. your vows to each other..
(05:40:27 )
?..I'm all Tangled and Twisted..
.Caught in the Knots of Our Love.
says to °.Chivalry isn’t Dead. °: *So many parts of this felt like a dream… She never would have thought it would have come to this point, remembering looking up at that blue and green eyed man above her in that bedroom, fevered and light headed from blood loss and thinking… He’s beautiful… He was beautiful to her, and as she got to know him, she knew it was so much more than skin deep. He was funny and genuine, he had a heart more golden than the tattoo behind his ear, and he had a quick mind with a thirst for knowledge. He never thought bad of anyone, he always gave the person a chance to prove themselves, but when he needed to be could be truly fierce and protective… She had been fascinated by the idea of his innocence, awed by the reality of it, challenged by his dedication to it… When they had come together with that first kiss, she was utterly lost to him, and it just got deeper with each day… He loved her and all her broken parts, he was the glue that held her together, like rubber he let her bounce back from anything… He gave her two beautiful children, he gave her his ring, and someday his name… When he had left to go to war she had been devastated but she understood how much it mattered to him, afraid she would never see this day, that he would be outside of her grasp forever after… Yet here they were, in this very moment, a beautiful little bower of flowers waiting for her… Garafin had come up and offered his arm to her, to walk her down the aisle and oh it had meant the world to her, thanking him so very much for being here for her… She had placed her hand over his as they walked, slow and casual, smiling and bowing her head to those she knew and those she did not… She was so grateful to Garafin there, she wasn’t sure what her heart was doing, it seemed to race a thousand miles a minute and then just stop perfectly for long minutes before picking up again. She was trembling slightly, trying to catch her breath which just didn’t seem to come, doing her best not to fidget and think her dress was sliding down when she knew it wasn’t… She kept biting her bottom lip on the inside over and over again, her heart a stuttering stucco in her chest, her fingers curling in tightly… Jacob was there, waiting for her, looking so stunning and dapper in his suit… It was just so him… Not over done, the suit wasn’t as fancy as some of the clothes they had been put in for the festivals for instance, but it was perfectly Jacob… It fit him like a dream, and the color suited his skin and eyes beautifully, making her nearly stop in mesmerized silence of him… She had leaned over to Garafin just a little there, thanking him for this, for Jacob… He wouldn’t have been himself, wouldn’t have been her Jacob without Garafin, and she owed so much of her love to this man walking her down the isle… His reply made her heart race, a small just for him laugh that only he would hear, her fingers tightening there over his.*”Your loving care of him as he grew and his natural self made it impossible for me not to… I need him to live Garafin… He’s what I need to wake up in the morning… I love you Garafin… Thank you….”*She saw the little exchange between Garafin and Jacob, the tap to Jacobs heart earlier that she knew was his little salute, his way of thanking someone from the heart… The other as Garafin patted his shoulder lightly before handing her to him, she would hand her bouquet off to Pia, her hands free to clasp her soon to be husbands… She would reach out to link her hands with his, his compliment warmed her to her toes, made her feel as if she were butter for a moment…*”And you are so very perfect…”*She would whisper back, giving a gentle squeeze to his hands, and that was when she noticed the tremble was gone… The tears she had been holding back started to fall then, her shoulders trembling for a moment, her fingers curling in just a little bit tighter.*”Thank the Gods….”*She was so glad… The surgery was a success… Her Jacob had his surgeons hands back, he could practice medicine again, feel like he had his purpose back and what he had strived so very long and hard for… She looked at him through her veil and wished she could tell him everything but there was time for that later… Right now there were promises that needed to be made… She contented herself with watching him, wishing her veil were not there in those moments, wanting him to see her eyes… They would after a ffew moments turn to face Sybelle there, her best friend, and the person she had asked to marry them… She had seen her friends motions when she had come in, the hand to her lips and over her face, knowing they had been apart for a few days now… She knew they would catch up soon… Her hand was gently separated from Jacobs by Sybelle, feeling the coolness even if imagined that was caused by the absence of his hand, her gloved fingers curling in gently… She listened as the ceremony began, Sybelles words on love that stood the proof of time, oh that was beautiful… She wanted that, she hoped for it… She was asked if she came here by her own free well and accord…*”Yes, it is true, I come of my own free will and accord before Hanali to be married in heart body and soul for all time…”*She would say, her voice neither loud not soft, but so very sure… After Jacob agreed to his part, Sybelle had asked who would speak for them, Garafin coming up to speak for her… Her heart broke a little, she hadn’t asked him, she had been afraid it might have been too much to ask anyone… She was so thankful for it all, even Nautilous there, knowing that Jacob was more fond of him than anyone else because of a deep seated understanding between them… When they were done saying their piece Sybelle asked them to join hands and listen to what she was going to say… She would reach out to place her hands in Jacobs, listening to her sweet friends calm and serene voice, letting the words both sink in and yet flow over her… When her friend began to tear up she would reach out with her foot, gently running her toe over her ankle, just to calm her for a little moment… She herself was struggling a little bit, knowing all too well she had struggled with her own emotions for Jacob, how it had just torn her up from the inside out when she thought she was falling in love with him… How hard she had tried to fight it… Trying to find things wrong with him that she might not like, things to help her push him way in her heart, but the more she looked the more she found to love… At the end of it all she had found herself irrevocably in love with him, to the point that she couldn’t imagine a tomorrow without him in her heart, that she was only herself with him…*
(05:40:37 )
?..I'm all Tangled and Twisted..
.Caught in the Knots of Our Love.
says to °.Chivalry isn’t Dead. °: *Their hands were repositioned so that their pulses rested over one another, her own thundering, galloping beneath the delicate glove and her fragile skin… She was asked the questions she had helped preside over many times herself, just not quite imagining it to happen to her, not ever… Not as beautifully as this...*”I swear it…”*She would say as the first ribbon was placed over their wrists… She looked to Jacob there, unable to not glance at him frequently, lingering on him as each new ribbon was placed.*”I swear it…”*She would say to the second ribbon.*”I swear it…”*The third ribbon… The fourth..*”I swear it…”*The fifth ribbon made her remember just how much they had been through, how many things had nearly torn them apart, how much they had held on to each other despite the chaos around them….*”With all my heart, I swear it…”*She would enver let them be apart again… She felt the sixth and final ribbon placed over their wrists, her lips curling in a smile, imaging Jacob as a handsome silver haired gentleman…*”I swear it…”*She waited as the ribbons were tired together, their hands bound together, and it was time for their vows… Her heart started to jack hammer in her chest again, and it had just started to even out a bit, and she would turn to Jacob… She took a shaky breath in that moment, her cheeks flushing, her hands trembling just a little with her nerves…*”It’s so hard to explain everything that you have become to me in the time we have known each other... Everyone thinks that fairy tails start with a ‘Once Upon a Time’ or ‘Long Ago in a Kingdome Far Far Away…’ Mine started with a pair of green and blue eyes, a voice calling down to me asking me to sing for him, telling me to hold on… When I tried to give up, you pulled me back in, and the more you pulled me back in… The harder it got not to love you…”*Her voice was trembling there, her tears were falling to splash down on their linked hands, having to take a moment to get herself back together…*”When I tried to run, you chased me, you wouldn’t let me go… I started to fall in love with you when we fell from the table at the Nightingale… When you didn’t worry about yourself, but about me, rolling so that you hit the ground not I… I fell in love with that first smile I saw… The first time you laughed… I knew I loved you the first day you kissed me when the storm was coming down around me and I was scared and lost and I couldn’t find my way out of the pain…”*Her fingers curled in tighter about his hiccupping softly, doing her best to soldier on, to talk about the lump forming in her throat.*”When you found me I was an orphan… I had no family nor friends… Because of you I have a home, I have people who love me, I have those who I can call my brothers and sisters in love… I have a father figure in my life for the first time… You taught me how to laugh… How to smile… You were the first person to ever tickle me and the first to make me giggle…”*She had to go silent for a moment, her heart struggling, the tears just streaking.*” I can never give you back even… just a fraction of what you have given me… You gave me a home, a world where we can raise our children in love and peace, you taught me how to live and not just exist Jacob… You’ve given me everything I could ever need… IT’s because of you that I am here… You are the glue that holds the shards of my life together, and I would be broken, shattered without you… I know I can’t give you everything… I can’t make your dreams come true, I can’t bring the stars down to light your way, I can’t always fix what’s broken… But I can give you All of me… I can give you every beat of my heart so that yours will never beat alone… I can give you every breath in my lungs, so when this life knocks the air out of you, I will give you mine… I can give you the everlasting company of my soul, for every day after tomorrow until time ends and then just a day beyond that so your would will never know a moment without my complete love and adoration for all you are…”*She would lean in, unable to take it anymore, resting her forehead against his.*”I am so very far from perfect Jacob, but I feel perfect with you, and if you can accept me… I promise you… I will never let you wander alone… Where you go… So too go I… Forever and always, I love you…”
(06:14:40 )
°.Chivalry isn’t Dead. °.
Dr. Jacob Anikin
...I don’t want for much..
..just my name written across her heart..
: ..his smile only brightened when she thanked the gods for his tremor having been gone.. his thumbs lightly caressed along the outsides of her hands there before he turned to look toward Sybelle.. the question on them being there of their own free will and accord.. he nodded his head.. - .. Yes, I am here of my own free will and accord.. .. he would smile.. glancing across to her every so often.. he was still struggling with it all.. that all of this was really happening.. it was kind of crazy really..garafin and Nautilous were called forward to speak for them both.. he turned.. glancing back toward them.. he would always hold Garafin in the highest regard.. he was his Father for such a long time, he made him into the young man he was today.. brought him up with the best values and morals.. and then there was Nautilous.. they truly did have that deep seeded understanding.. there was a mutual respect there.. and it even went further than that.. he cared a great deal for Diovan, and he hoped that in time the two of them could come to the same kind of relationship.. he was his Father afterall.. and Diovan was someone he could look up to, someone who he felt held similar values to his own.. the gentleman soon settled back into their seats and the attention returned to Sybelle..hearing the words of devotion of love.. and how his Mothers voice was wavering a little.. the emotions contained within that small glass gazebo were running quite high.. he heard the little sniffles here and there.. the need for tissues from the women in the room.. well.. all except one.. he figured Sydel was not one to ever.. Ever shed a tear.. their hands were taken.. held together there wrist to wrist.. his fingers fanned out to brush against hers just lightly before the coloured ribbons would come to rest over them.. he nodded- .. I do swear it.. .. he would speak confidently…his nerves were ebbing and flowing.. every now and then he was perfectly fine.. his strength grew.. and then he would tumble right back down once more..the second and third coloured ribbon was layed across his hand there and he smiled- .. I do so swear it.. .. he nodded.. the fifth and sixth..he caught her smile there and it was matched with one of his own.. a quiet little chuckle erupting from between his lips before he nodded- .. I do swear it.. .. this was where the nerves would come into play and he felt them beginning to bubble there.. Sybelle asking for their vows as their hands were intertwined.. he would look to her.. watching her as she would take to the floor first.. her words were softly spoken and heart felt.. just beautiful.. like little memory bubbles from when they had first met in that house.. to their first kiss.. he laughed a little when she spoke about them falling from the table.. oh that was not something he would forget anytime soon that was certain.. she spoke on how he taught her how to laugh and smile.. that he was the first to tickle her.. to make her giggle.. that she could never give him back even a fraction of what he had given her.. a home, a world to raise their children in love and peace.. teaching her how to life and not just exist.. giving her everything she could ever need.. that he was the glue that held the shards of her life together..he just wanted to bundle her right up as he heard her voice starting to choke up.. his lids tumbled closed when she leant in.. their foreheads touching.. he could feel her warm breath through the veil there as she spoke on her forever and always.. his eyes were holding back the tears that were begging so fiercly to break free.. clearing his throat when his turn came about- ..How could I possibly follow that.. .. he rubbed his lips together- .. By the goddess I am so terribly lucky to have you in my life.. .. he offered her a warm loving smile there.. his free hand lifting to place over his heart there- ..I promise to give you the best of myself and to ask of you no more than you can give me.. I promise to respect you as your own person and to realise that your interests, desires and needs are no less important than my own. I promise to share with you my time and my attention and to bring joy, strength and imagination to our relationship. I promise to keep myself open to you, to let you see through the window of my world into my inner most fears and feelings, secrets and dreams.. .. he took a shakey breath- .. I promise to grow along with you, to be willing to face charges in order to keep our relationship alive and exciting.. I promise to love you in good times and in bad, with all I have to give and all I feel inside in the only way I know how.. .. he tapped his chest there- .. completley and forever… I love you Rosamund, admittedly we had a rough start but with patience, understanding, love and kindness we have found ourselves here today.. You have given me more than you realise.. and I could never thank you enough for it, you have opened my eyes to a whole nother world that I didn’t even really know existed.. and I could never, ever look back.. for with you at my side.. I feel whole.. I feel needed and loved. I have married my fair share of couples over the years, more than I can even bare to imagine, I do believe I lost count years ago.. and I often used to wonder if I would ever be in their position.. to be waiting there at the end of the aisle for their love to wander in through those doors.. I got to see that today.. I got to witness it and I sware I nearly lost my legs because of it.. You’re my sweetheart, my friend, my love, my confidant.. and I couldn’t possibly go another day without you being my wife..
(06:15:03 )
.°.a sky full of stars.°.
…Sybelle Fironiil...
…maybe its not about the happy ending….
..maybe its about the story..
: .. she would watch the two of them there, their vows having been spoken, words of love of genuine care and belonging.. she feeling incredibly lucky to have been able to share in this moment with them both.. after the vows were spoken she would reach to unclasp the ribbon through not removing the knot.. they had been tied in a certain way that allowed for them to be removed, yet never broken.. they would find their home in a small pouch there for the couple to keep..she would reach for the small velvet pillow there- .. if you could please place your rings down upon it.. .. she would smile.. waiting for them both before she would turn to Jacob- ..Jacob I have not the right to bind you to Rose, only you have this right. If it be your wish, say so at this time and place your ring upon her opened palm.. .. she would wait for Jacob to place the ring upon Roses palm there.. before she would turn to Rose- .. Rose if it be your wish for Jacob to be bound to you, place the ring upon his finger. .. she would nod.. waiting- .. Rose I have not the right to binf you to Jacob, only you have this right. If it be your wish, say so at this time and place your ring upon his opened palm.... she would wait until Rose had removed the ring and rested it down upon Jacobs palm before she would place the pillow down- ..Jacob if you wish for Rose to be bound to you, place the ring upon her finger and repeat after me.. .. I, Jacob Anikin, in the name of the spirit of the great goddess that resides within us all, by the life that courses within my blood and the love that resides within my heart, take thee Rosamund Macdonald to my hand, my heart, and my spirit, to be my chosen one. To desire thee and be desired by thee, to possess thee, and be possessed by thee, without sin or shame, for naught can exist in the purity of my love for thee. I promise to love thee wholly and completely without restraint, in sickness and in health, in plenty and in poverty, in life and beyond, where we shall meet, remember, and love again. I shall not seek to change thee in any way. I shall respect thee, thy beliefs, thy people, and thy ways as I respect myself... she would watch as the ring was slid into position before she would turn to Rose there- Rose, if it be your wish for Jacob to be bound to you, place the ring on his finger and repeat after me.... she would smile.. lingering there a moment- .. I Rosamund Macdonald, in the name of the spirit of the great goddess that resides within us all, by the life that courses within my blood, and the love that resides within my heart, take thee, Jacob Anikin to my hand, my heart, and my spirit to be my chosen one. To desire and be desired by thee, to possess thee, and be possessed by thee, without sin or shame, for naught can exist in the purity of my love for thee. I promise to love thee wholly and completely without restraint, in sickness and in health, in plenty and in poverty, in life and beyond, where we shall meet, remember, and love again. I shall not seek to change thee in any way. I shall respect thee, thy beliefs, thy people, and thy ways as I respect myself... watching as the ring was slid across onto Jacobs finger there.. the two of them face to face.. - .. Life is a never-ending circle. Is it not fitting that a circle shall serve as a symbol of a life lived in never-ending love.... her smile brightened there.. - ..Vows of love have been shared, admitted and spoken.. vows beneath the loving guidance of Hanali tie the spirits of the loved ones together.. allowing them access to the other’s inner self, from this point onward, once the kiss is shared you will become fully aware of your partners needs and emotions, allowing you to then anticipate and fullfill them. Though you will not be acutely aware of each others exact thoughts as that could be troublesome at best. Know that the vows you have spoken bind more than honour, they bind the heart, only the most ardent and devout lovers choose the path of marriage. The fact that you both are here today tells us all here that bare witness that the love you both feel for one another is stronger than steel and spun spiders silk. .. she offered a smile there.. reaching down as she picked up a beautifully painted red glossy pot, it was empty for the moment.. this next little action having been prior arranged- .. if I could call upon Diovan with the small tree seedling to approach.. .. she would glance across to her dear husband.. watching him move in beside her.. to place the plant down into the pot there.. - ..Jacob and Rose will now take part in a planting ceremony, to symbolise the roots of their relationship, and the continued growth of their love, as they become each others family today. Love is the essence of experience and emotion. It is the root of all and everything we, as elves do. Love richens our experience and fills our loves with meaning. It gives us a firm base from which to grow, to learn and change.... she would lift up several little boxes there all labelled.. each containing dirt from certain places.. different places.. there was one labelled the surface her original home, the one where Jacob had found her that very first time, there was one labelled their cottage.. the one where their love had flourished.. where Jacob had taken Rose to give her peace and to settle.. there was one Labelled the Aranosse Inn.. dirt from the gardens there.. There was some from the temple gardens.. and one last one from the Garden of memories.. where the children lost had seedlings growing- .. if you could both take these and carefully pour them into the pot there.. .. Diovan would hold the tree in place whilst Jacob and Rose tipped the soil in..- .. Let your relationship and your love for each other be like this tree you plant today. Let ir grow tall and strong. Let it stand tall during the harsh winds and rains and storms, and come through unscathed. Like a tree your marriage must be resilient, it must weather the challenges of daily life and the passage of time. And just like the tree you are planting, marriage requires constant nurturing and nourishment. ..she would smile..- .
(06:15:17 )
.°.a sky full of stars.°.
…Sybelle Fironiil...
…maybe its not about the happy ending….
..maybe its about the story..
: I call upon Mina, Vivian and Garafin to please approach with young Alaric, Aelora and Ionwe and I call upon Nautilous to approach with Pia .. he had asked to be more of an active part of Pias life.. so she was giving him little chances to prove himself infront of Rose.. regardless of how she felt about him right now.. if they all moved to approach a tray would appear there upon the table.. four tiny metal watering cans appearing..- .. Will you please water the sapling, offering the couple words of encouragement, trust and love. Afterall, we all need support and your friends and family are here to make sure you are nurtured. .. she would step back a little.. watching before they would all return to their seats..- ..Happiness in marriage is not something that just happens, A good marriage must be created. In the art of marriage the little things are the big things. It is never being to old to hold hands. It is remembering to say I love you at least once a day.. .. she smiled- .. it is never going to sleep angry. It is at no time taking the other for granted, the courtship should not end with the honeymoon, it should continue through all the years. It is having a mutual sense of values and common objectives. It is standing together facing the world. It is forming a circle of love that gathers in the whole family. It is doing things for each other, not in the attitude of duty or sacrifice, but in the spirit of joy. It is speaking words of appreciation and demonstrating gratitude in thoughtful ways. It is not looking for perfection in each other. It is cultivating flexibility, patience, understanding and a sense of humour. It is having the capacity to forgive and forget. .. her hands clasped before her- . it is giving each other an atmosphere in which each can grow. It is finding room for the things of the spirit. It is a common search for the good and the beautiful. It is establishing a relationship in which the independence is equal, dependence is mutual and the obligation of reciprocal. It is not only marrying the right partner, it is being the right partner. . she nodded- .. it is discovering what marriage can be, at its very best.. .. she closed her book there slowly- .. If I could once more call upon Garafin and Nautilous.... she would wait there quietly- ..You both hold high importance for the Bride and Groom here today, and have been called upon to offer their new partner a gift of welcoming. .. usually it was a jewel upon a chain, Garafin would offer it to Jacob being the stand in Father for Rose.. and Nautilous would offer his jewel to Rose.. being the stand in Father for Jacob- .. You are offering this gift to their chosen partner knowing it is with full acceptance, love and care. That you are offering your full support, you will be there should they require it at any time. You acknowledge that the person of whom you stand in for has made their choice, and you without hesitation are behind them in thus.. .. she offered a smile.. glancing between Garafin and Nautilous there before they would return to their seats.. she would turn back to the couple- .. Jacob and Rose you have stood before all here today, your loved ones, your family, your friends and closest acquaintances.. You have made promises and spoken vows that are unyielding and completely binding.. You have partook in handfasting rituals, the unity tree, the sharing of rings..words spoke from the heart and understand once this is over You will be forever tightly woven into one another.. It is my utmost pleasure and with a heart full of love that I say.. with the power and kindness invested in me by my beautiful goddess Hanali Celani.. that I now pronounce you Husband and Wife.. You may remove your brides veil Jacob.. and kiss your bride.. .. her smile widened considerably there as she clasped her hands together.. once they shared that sweet loving kiss they would feel that magical energy wash over them.. like a sudden flood of soothing warmth.. as two souls fully became one.. they would always have that inkling there.. that connection.. stronger than any other..-
(07:35:14 )
?..I'm all Tangled and Twisted..
.Caught in the Knots of Our Love.
says to °.Chivalry isn’t Dead. °: *They had said their vows together, neither of them skipping a beat, neither of them showing any hesitation as each ribbon was tied off and bound. She was the first to step up to plate with her vows, not because she had thought of anything before hand, or because she had something written down… She did it because she knew her Jacob, she knew her beloved soon to be husband, how around people even those he loved he was shy… She wouldn’t put him up to plate like that, she wouldn’t make him take the first dive, instead she would do it and beckon him to follow her down… She was struggling to get through them all, her heart was so very exposed and raw, laying there in his hands to see over with all it’s scars and stitching… She loved him, with a gentle, passionate intensity that burned but did not consume… She adored him and everything he was, everything he could be, everything he may yet become… She had fallen in love with him in staged she hadn’t even been aware of, parts of her just falling into this sweet nest of his love, of who he was until at some point she realized she was there… Soft and warm and safe in his love, secure in all he gave her, she felt as if she would never be hurt again… She had started to truly break at the end, her voice was catching along with her breath, leaning her forehead against his as she needed his support to get through it all… It was all spoken from her heart, and yet so much more was in there that she couldn’t give words to, things that bubbled beneath the water that she couldn’t reach just yet… She was just so glad he was here with her… That finally they were doing this… Realizing it was so very over due… Months overdue… She watched him raise his hand over his heart, the sweet, solemn vows he spoke to her… She was crying silently, her shoulders shaking with delicate hiccups and muffled sobs, reaching up with her free hand to wipe at her cheeks… Oh her heart hurt from his words in the sweetest loving pain, not from anything negative, but from the sheer weight of all the love she felt within such a little organ… He struggled as she had, hearing his shaky breath, seeing his fingers tap against his chest… She reached up with her free hand, her gloved fingertips wet with tears as she gently ran her thumb along his cheekbone, her fingers cupping his cheek lovingly… This was her man, her Jacob, her soon to be husband… And he could so easily reduce her to tears with the sweet agony of his love… She would whisper a soft I love you after he was done speaking, stepping away from him for just a moment, Sybelle was gently taking the ribbons off of their wrists… She was asked for a ring then, reaching down into her little sack purse there, she would pull out the rich red mahogany exterior and white gold lined interior of his ring… A bit unique but inside it was the exact replicas of her, and their four children’s ring fingers of their right hands, along with the words Mela lle a’ I’ re ale’ tul’re…. I will love you to the day after tomorrow… She would place it down on the pillow that was offered there, seeing Jacob pull out her ring, this beautiful little concoction of white gold swirls and diamonds that stole her breath… She heard the steps to take, Jacob taking up the ring she had made for him, placing it in her palm… When she was asked the same as Jacob had been, she would lift up her ring from the pillow there, gently pressing it into his palm… When that was done, she would lift her ring for him, sliding it onto his ringer over the engagement band… She heard the words she was to repeat, her voice steady now that she had gotten her little cry out, smiling up at him through her veil as she repeated…*” I Rosamund Macdonald, in the name of the spirit of the great goddess that resides within us all, by the life that courses within my blood, and the love that resides within my heart, take thee, Jacob Anikin to my hand, my heart, and my spirit to be my chosen one. To desire and be desired by thee, to possess thee, and be possessed by thee, without sin or shame, for naught can exist in the purity of my love for thee. I promise to love thee wholly and completely without restraint, in sickness and in health, in plenty and in poverty, in life and beyond, where we shall meet, remember, and love again. I shall not seek to change thee in any way. I shall respect thee, thy beliefs, thy people, and thy ways as I respect myself..”*She meant ever single second of it… She wanted nothing more than to live in accordance with the vows they were making today, to love him with her entire heart and all that was in her, to be one with him… When it came to the promise of the kiss, where Hanali would bind them spiritually and emotionally, it was a thrill… There would be no secrets between them… When he needed her he wouldn’t be able to hide it… When she needed him he would know it without her having to pretend she was ok… It was what every wedded couple dreams of, that insight, that knowledge… The planting ritual was one she had not seen before, her fingers curling around Jacobs if he would allow, needing the stability of his hands… She watched the beautiful put being brought to light, Diovan coming forward with the little tree seedling, seeing all the little boxes of earth… Oh they were all important places to her… She would look and Jacob then, and she would pull out the little jars one by one, and with her fingers over his… They would pour the earth over the tree seedling… She smiled in those moments as they poured the earth over the tender little tree, whispering softly to Jacob that it was a good thing she had a good green thumb, hoping to make him laugh a little in this moment… It was such a happy time… Next she would call those who were closest to them, those who were holding their children, the little water cans summoned up there for each of them… She wasn’t quite sure what to expect of this…*
(07:35:21 )
?..I'm all Tangled and Twisted..
.Caught in the Knots of Our Love.
says to °.Chivalry isn’t Dead. °: Nautilous: *He had been called forward, taking like Pia’s hand in his as they walked up, he in his eggplant purple suit with the sunny yellow tie and white shirt… He would pick Pia up and settle her on his hip, the two of them taking up a watering can, and he would speak gently as he poured.*”I don’t pretend that we have always seen eye to eye on everything… But I think I can offer at least a little something here… Love isn’t something that is cut and dry, or easy to understand, and it doesn’t come with any sort of a map to it to explain where you are supposed to go when you get to certain places… You and Jacob have traveled some pretty rough roads together, but rather than think of how you can avoid going down them again, instead think of it as a way to bring you two even closer… The bad times will happen no matter what, but what you do with those bad times, that is when love get’s really beautiful… Let that love consume you, let it control your very life, and at the end let that love kill you so you can say that no matter what… You loved fully, with everything you had, right to the last breath.”
Mina: *She had come up with little Alaric there, a sweet baby boy who had a thing for glasses, and she would reach out for that little water can to add a bit of water to the plants.*”I think I can honestly say that out of all you young puppies, I am living proof that you can love and be loved at any age, that you are never too old to feel the fires of passion or to enjoy each other in every blessed way that Hanali has gifted you with… Remember to never stop flirting… Like taking a vitamin every day is good for your body, telling your partner they still drive you buck wild after all those years is just as good for you, for your heart and your self image… Love like you are teenagers, laugh like a couple of hyper active children, and Live like you know when you are going to die so you milk this world to the fullest…”
*She was surprised by what Nautilous said, moved and blushing softly from miss Mina, Vanima and Garafins had nearly made her cry all over again… All of this… It was so much… Everyone returned to their seats, Sybelle she knew was coming towards the end of the ritual, passing along all those big beautiful kernels of advide that every new couple needs to hear… So many of them would be so lost without the priceless nuggets of information left behind by those who had traveled the path of love and knew some of it’s turns… She waited as Garafin and Nautilous had come up, oh Goddesss, she had forgotten all about the gifts!! Thankfully, Garafin had it planned out, everything that she might have forgotten was solved… That had so much to do with Jacob too, bless his heart, he had made this the most beautiful of days for her… The jewel and chain were offered then meant to go together as a set before the two of them returned to their seats… With Sybelles next words she knew… Oh great Goddess… It was that time… Her heart was throbbing, beating, pulsing in her veins… She felt it right down to her fingertips… She would turn to look at Jacob there, her hands curling about his tightly, sure he could hear her heart from where he stood… Then it was said… She and Jacob were husband and wife… She looked up at her husband, waiting for him to lift his veil and once he did, she would rise on her toes to meet him half way… Once their lips touched she felt that deep surge of magic, as if someone had suddenly wrapped her up in a warm fluffy blanket, soothing away any little hurt she might have been carrying with her… It was… One of the best feelings in a soft, non-intrusive, whole making sort of way… Depending on how strong it was, or how quickly it would work, her poor husband was about to be hit with a bit of a shock… She wanted him… Badly… She had all morning… The excitement, the thrill, the knowledge that they belonged to each other… She wanted him desperately, she was running hot for him, her body eager for that bedding as lust pulsed through her veins like bubbling champagne… She didn’t say anything though, she typically kept her lust for him to herself, often worried with her being his first that her sex drive would always outweigh his.*”I love you, my Husband..”
(08:20:44 )
°.Chivalry isn’t Dead. °.
Dr. Jacob Anikin
...I don’t want for much..
..just my name written across her heart..
: ..softly spoken words had been shared between them.. vows of love.. proclamations spoken so that all within the room could bare witness.. but in truth they were only said for one another.. the rings were brought out.. he slipped his hand down into his pocket there.. retrieving that white gold glittering band.. it was intricate in its hand woven work.. resting it upon the pillow as he looked to her.. watching her.. they each took their rings.. reaching across to rest there upon their partners hand.. he reached for her ring then.. sliding it onto her finger as he cleared his slightly restricted throat- I, Jacob Anikin, in the name of the spirit of the great goddess that resides within us all, by the life that courses within my blood and the love that resides within my heart, take thee Rosamund Macdonald to my hand, my heart, and my spirit, to be my chosen one. To desire thee and be desired by thee, to possess thee, and be possessed by thee, without sin or shame, for naught can exist in the purity of my love for thee. I promise to love thee wholly and completely without restraint, in sickness and in health, in plenty and in poverty, in life and beyond, where we shall meet, remember, and love again. I shall not seek to change thee in any way. I shall respect thee, thy beliefs, thy people, and thy ways as I respect myself. .. his voice never wavered, not once throughout that entire speel.. it was strong and smooth and he felt his heart do a little tumble when that ring slid all the way into place.. she took the ring then and slid it onto his finger.. repeating when it was her moment.. her turn.. the words and her voice ringing out softly in the beautifully dressed glass gazebo.. he couldn’t help the smile he wore.. and it was entirely and completley for her.. he already knew about how their minds would become intertwined.. not all marriages were given the opportunity only those that were done with tradition and within the boundaries of Arvandor.. he wanted it with her.. he truly wanted to become one with her.. she was to him his life partner.. the only one he could ever see himself with.. and finding out that he had not been unfaithful just made everything all the more real to him.. she had been the only woman he had been with and that’s how it would always be..he glanced toward the pot there.. watching as Diovan was called up.. he offered his Father a smile there.. an appreciative nod of the head..he was truly blessed to have such love around him.. such support and respect.. the two of them took each others hand then.. fingers intertwining as the little boxes of soil were explained.. the ones from the surface and the ones from righr there in Arvandor.. he along with her slowly tipped the soil into the pot there.. making sure it was secured around the seedling.. its green leaves sprouting there at the top before the others were called upon.. this he did not expect.. he had seen this done before.. but not with family involved.. it made it all the more special.. and he gave his mother a smile to let her know how much he appreciated it.. Mina, Vivian, Garafin, Nautilous and the children all moved in to approach.. all cradling their plus ones in that moment as they each took one of the watering cans.. sprinkling a bit of water there upon the seedling.. he listened as Nautilous spoke and he couldn’t help the smile there.. the words were heartfelt.. a no nonsense approach.. there was no sugar coating.. and yet it was needed.. it grounded things a bit more.. Mina soon followed making everyone have a bit of a chuckle.. wearing an amused smile to her cheeky words.. Vivian stood forth.. talking of how she felt lucky to have gained such a beautiful friend.. and that she wished them both only the best and many, many long years ahead of them… Garafin patted both their shoulders there.. talking on how his Jacob was getting married to the biggest little sprite this side of the portals, forever loving.. kindhearted and sweet.. that he could only ever hold them both in high regard.. and wishing them both the very best.. the plant was placed aside along with the pouch of ribbons for the moment.. he turned.. glancing toward Sybelle as there was more words of love.. more advice given.. he took it all to heart.. he drank up every little bit he was offered.. he was always hungry for knowledge afterall.. Nautilous and Garafin returned with the customary jewels.. one placed upon him.. the other around her neck.. it was a beautiful gesture.. a welcoming one that meant they would always have support.. there would always be someone there they could call upon.. they could talk to.. before the moment they had all been waiting on came to the front.. they were pronounced husband and wife.. oh his heart just about leapt clean free of his chest.. he exhaled a shakey..shuddered breath as he turned to her.. reaching for the bottom of that veil there.. slowly drawing it up and over the back of her head.. his eyes.. finally falling upon her.. finally able to drink in that stunningly beautiful face.. those captivating eyes.. oh his heart just ached.. before she stood up upon her toes and they shared that union joining kiss.. his hands fell to drape about her petite middle.. holding.. pulling her in tight and lifting her a little up off the ground so she wouldn’t have to remain on her toes.. the kiss deepening a little more.. his tongue dipping down into the depths of her mouth there as he felt that magical wave.. that inner soul heart bursting shimmer.. he whimpered a little against her there when he felt the secondary wave.. this one coming directly from her.. the lust.. the desire.. the need.. oh it was strong.. it was hard and fast and hit him suddenly.. making him tremble a little.. he slowly lowered her down so her feet were resting there upon the floor.. the kiss breaking with a stuttered breath- .. I love you.. my Wife.. .. he’d whisper there against her lips with such a bright adoring smile..before he would just draw her in for such a tight embrace.. actually going so far as to spin her around a couple of times.. -
(08:34:12 )
.°.a sky full of stars.°.
…Sybelle Fironiil...
…maybe its not about the happy ending….
..maybe its about the story..
: .. she took a step back there after pronouncing them man and wife.. her hands having risen to wipe just lightly under her eyes.. her smile couldn’t have been brighter.. for her son and her best friend there.. watching as he rose that veil up.. allowing everyone to see that beautiful face before the pair would be joined.. their lips colliding in quite the kiss indeed.. there was nothing petite or short about it.. she laughed a little when he span Rose around a few times.. everyone within the gazebo would rise to their feet and offer a sweet sounding round of applause.. the more rowdier of the bunches a few hoots and hollers also..she would wait until things had died down just a little before she would step to the side- .. If you would all like to join the newly married couple in the gardens, down behind the temple..there will be some supper for everyone.. including the rather famished children.. some gifts will be exchanged along with words of love and kindness.. advice for the happy couple. After which there will be the traditional.. well.. consummation ..the bedding, not everyone had to be in attendance naturally but for the wedding to be binding under the great goddess and our laws it is hoped that some would remain .. for a little while.. .. it would never be expected for any to remain for the whole bedding.. generally it was just the beginning.. when the couple joined as one.. the wedding was binding.. and generally people would begin to wander off.. the ceremony having been concluded and sealed.. - .. take your time however getting over there, there is no rush.. you wont miss out on anything.. .. she would offer a smile.. a nod of her head there as she turned back to pack up her things.. the books.. the papers.. the tree and pouch there would be sent to Jacobs house for the time being.. afterall if something like that rocked up at the estate and Tirithon came across it, well questions would be asked.. the pair could leave then.. they would be well within their right to go for a bit of a walk on their own.. to cleanse their excitable nerves before they ate.. or they could head straight to the meeting grounds.. the gardens the garden area was a wide open space.. a low table settled there for everyone to seat themselves upon a plush blanket with about a million cushions of varying sizes.. it was not formal so much.. it was more relaxed and low key.. there were lanterns strung here and there.. lights hung from poles to give it a fairytale feel.. the table was littered with candles and flowers.. baubles and trinkets.. the foods ranged from finger food like sandwiches to sweet treats.. cheeses and bread, dried meats and fruits.. soup and pasta dishes.. all things you could eat without over doing it.. the cake was upon a table there.. it was small.. white with coloured roses upon it.. and there at the very top.. the paper dancer and tin soldier.. in the corner of the garden was a big old lovely bed.. it had what appeared to be tree trunks as posts.. and a nest hanging from the centre.. symbolising the new nest.. it would be up to them to fill it-
(15:09:30 )
?..I'm all Tangled and Twisted..
.Caught in the Knots of Our Love.
says to °.Chivalry isn’t Dead. °: *It was a dream… How could she think it was anything less than that? From the mysterious little carriage ride this morning that had her wondering where she was going to the blackened windows on it, arriving here to see their little girl dressed up as a fairy of autumn at the end of a little path with the colors of fire and flame with candles atop tree stumps, down to the location where they were going to be married… The gazebo had meant so much to both of them, it was the first place that Jacob submitted to her touch, and she had learned his… Everyone she felt of as family, everyone who she loved, and even those she tolerated were there… Meeting at the alter there, her best friend and Jacobs mother would be the officiant, Garafin walking her down the isle to give her to Jacob for the rest of their life’s and beyond… It was more than any fairy tale, more than any dream, those things all have endings and she didn’t see any end in sight for them… Not ever… She followed every step, her heart racing and sometimes slowing to an almost stop, the tears struggling to break free… When it came time for the vows her voice had broken in her love of him, her tears falling as she tried to put into words all the moments she had fallen in love with him, how much he meant to her… He had responded in kind, their foreheads resting together as they leaned into each others strength, her hand gently caressing his cheek as he spoke and stole her heart for eternity plus one… When it was time for the ring she had pulled hers out, true it was so very simple looking, the red mahogany wood was strong but not terribly rare nor was the white gold inside in… What was rare about it was that the ring was made from the table that had broken beneath him, when she fell atop him and looked down into his eyes and felt it, that strong thread of fate binding them and submitting to it’s hold… The inside had her and their children’s finger prints with the words in elvish saying she would love him till the day after tomorrow… She rested it on the pillow before it would be placed in their palms, each one admitting that they wished to be bound to the other, reciting the soft beautiful words that bound them as the rings did… An eternal, ever ending circle of love, without beginning or end… What meant the world to her was in that all of this was made that much more perfect was the fact his hand was truly saved… He was able to come to her, whole and serene, without a flicker of doubt or a question of his self worth… When the tree had come up she hadn’t been expecting it, her lips curling up in a smile under the veil, her heart deeply moved at the locations of each little pot of earth… She and Jacob would pour then in together, careful to cover the delicate saplings roots, protecting it in the places of their most important memories… Their closest friends and families had come up to take the little watering cans, offering words of advice or love or generally happy moments, being shocked by one and warmed by others… Garafins had made her want to laugh, Vivians had warmed her heart, the two of them had been friends the first day they met and she would be her friend to the end… It came time for the jewels, one for Jacob and one for herself, the necklaces being rested around their necks… They would be the ones they spoke to in their rough patches, those who knew best of their love, who could pour the waters of calmness and compassion over any turbulent waters they might come into… Then it was it… This Was It… The end of the Ceremony, the culmination of all that had taken place before it, the final step in a dance they had started the day he saved her life… Her heart was thundering, racing, she felt hot and cold all over and her body couldn’t make up if it wanted to fly or explode… He lifted her veil to reveal her slightly tear streaked cheeks with a bright, glorious, happy smile that could have lit up the very Weft with how bright it was… She was so happy, so grateful, so thoroughly in the moment with him and knowing once their lips met they would be one forever… She rose to meet him half way into the kiss, feeling his hands gently drape on her delicate waist, her arms coming up to circle behind his neck…. Their lips met and she parted them for his questing tongue, running her own pierced tongue along his, loving him with all she had in her… She flicked and stroked that tongue of his, loosing herself in him, loosing the moment around her as their world narrowed down into nothing but the meeting o their lips… She felt warm and safe, that binding that would make them one forever as it wrapped around them in a cloak of warmth that let her know she would never, ever be alone again… She hadn’t meant for her lust to hit him as strongly as it did, but that kiss had lit a blaze to the already very dry tinder of her desire and want, and she knew it had hit him because the feelings she got back from him had shifted… From pure elation and joy that mirrored her own love for him, to desire for her that hit her with almost as much force as he had been hit with. She couldn’t help the breathy little whine, their soft little cries and trembles locked in, both of them more than a little awash with the first effects of their bonding… He slowly let her down, the kiss breaking as she nearly fainted or felt like she would, that kiss along with the lust from him packed one hell of a heavy punch! She told him she loved him, calling him her husband in name and truth, his return as he called her his wife in a whisper against her lips. She couldn’t have smiled more if she had tried, wrapping her arms lightly about him before he picked her up, making her laugh at the sudden change before it turned into an outright giggle as he spun her, her feet tucked in beneath her dress as she held him tightly. She certainly felt her heart and her world spinning, but she never, ever wanted it to stop. She heard the applause there as Jacob gently set her down, a few of the naughtier of their little group would give hoots and hollers that made her blush, hiding her face in Jacob’s neck as she laughed. She heard Sybelle say that food and drinks would be had outside, there was a bench set up outside for everyone to enjoy a warm meal, especially some starving children… Then the consummation was brought up and Jacob could feel her excitement and desire for him, yet chased by that her nerves, her shyness despite it all….*
(15:09:42 )
?..I'm all Tangled and Twisted..
.Caught in the Knots of Our Love.
: *She knew a few of them would attend it, if only up to the point that Jacob became one with her, in flesh as well as soul… Usually after that one unless it was at one of the grand celebrations at Temple, people drifted off, leaving the couple in the bed to enjoy each other in relative peace… Though the temple ones could sometimes get quite bad, bets being placed as to how long the groom lasts, or how many times the bride gets off… Then the winnings would be donated to the newly wed couple… Once all was said and done, the room emptied of people, seeing that the woman from earlier was gone as mysteriously as she had appeared…. She would look to Jacob there as he stood beside her, reaching out to take his hand, her body and mind still trying to adjust to having him inside her… The beauty of it all, knowing she would never have to tell him she needed him, he would already know… She bit her lip softly, sending along feelings of apology for suddenly blind siting him like that, looking up at him with her cheeks softly flushing…*”I hope you can get used to it… The… The way I feel about you… Not just the love but more so the desire… It’s one thing when I can keep it all locked up inside my head where you never see it and I know it doesn’t interrupt your day… The truth is, my der husband, I want you about a hundred times a day… The way you smile, the shape of your hand, the way you smell as you walk by me… I am always wanting you, thinking of you, desiring you and all the sounds and little reactions you make when I am in bed with you… It’s been like that before we even had our first kiss, and it’s never, not once gone away…”*She would give his hand a squeeze, her heart racing, that desire was still rolling off of her… feeling it being picked up, mirrored, returned to her…*”I can’t stop thinking about you you know… and I admit… Just as often as I think about how much I love you… I think about how much I lust you as well… Even right now I am thinking about closing those doors and taking your pants off of you, kneeling in my wedding dress right at your feet and taking you into my mouth, watching your legs shake and your knuckles go white as you try to stay upright while I do all I can to push you feed me your pleasure and release…”*She looked down at the ground then, her gloved fingers gently plucking at her skirt, her toe drawing little patterns on the thick carper…*”Being here doesn’t help me a whole lot either… I know it was on those pillows in the corner that I did just what I was talking about doing to you… Only I was in a dress of gold that day and I wanted you as madly then as I do now….That is never going to go away Jacob, I can’t turn it off, and I can’t tell you when it will strike…”*She said with a laugh, her cheeks just bright as a rose there on her face, trying to breathe a little bit more regularly…*”I am going to have to wait until after we eat and talk with everyone, until we get to the point of the bedding, and then I can have you all to myself… Though this is all depending on my spouse… I am his and he is mine, and if my beloved husband wants me to do anything, he doesn’t even need to say… He just needs to feel it and I will know… If my beloved wants me here and now, he needs only point out where he wants me to kneel… If he wants to wait then we will go out those doors and hope that we don’t look completely beet red.”*She would look up at him again, turning to face him full on, resting her head against his chest so her ear was placed directly over his heart.*”No matter what though… I will follow you where ever you wish to go… You have made all my dreams come true today Jacob… I love you with all I have in me, and I will never, ever stop… Just like the inside of your wedding ring says… I will love you till the day after forever…”*She would wait for him to guide her, to tell her or show her through their new link what he wished to do, and she would follow.*
(15:33:35 ) .:Loss:.
.:She Was Mine:.
: *She had remained hidden quite well, the only man who could have recognized her was busy with his love and his place in the wedding, letting her truly enjoy the ceremony… She would never have it, and Corellon wasn’t exactly all about weddings and love as Hanali was, and she wasn’t interested in any man enough to submit to herself to someone… This was beautiful though, the bride and groom were so deeply in love, one could feel it like an actual weight upon ones heart… It was not something you saw very often, a love like theirs where it was both selfish and selfless, both perfectly wrapped up in each other yet bringing those they loved into the sunshine of their adoration of each other… She spoke gently with the man on the bench next to her on and off, just little things through the wedding, simply waiting for the veil to be lifted… Lies were easy to put on paper, but not so much in the flesh, and she wanted to see her face… Once that veil had been lifted she struggled with a hard gasp, seeing the young woman in the flesh so to speak, and she just knew… This was her baby… This was the precious little angel she had only gotten to suckle for a few hours before she was taken from her arms… The sweet rose of her world that was plucked from her all too early… She wondered if Garafin knew as he had walked her down the isle that he was in truth walking his daughter? That this young woman he loved and had so much respect for was the proof of their light if blinding passion? He adored his own daughter, and it was as if fate was at least being kind to their little girl, letting her be near her father even if she was unaware of it… When the bride and groom kissed she stood and slipped out in the applause, and in her seat where she had been at was left behind a thick envelope with only the finest paper, a delicate spidery script that could only be called art spread across the front in the name ‘Garafin Aranosse’.*
”To My Dearest Garafin…
Sometimes our memories can be very odd things, cloying to us with memories that hurt, and others that are too precious and fine slip through our fingers… I hope you will forgive me for being a perfect coward and running before you saw me, but I don’t think I could handle a meeting between us after forty years all too gracefully, and I don’t think either of us is quite as young as we once were where we could bounce back easily from those things….
I am sure you are wondering about all this, so if I might explain for just a moment, I am Lady Melima Tára Remmórë… We met forty years ago at the summer solstice celebration at the Crystal Palace, you were dressed up a Lion, and I was a lioness…. We are…. Far from strangers… Though if you can not remember what I mean by that, then I will cease there, I don’t think either of us would wish that acute embarrassment on each other…
You look wonderful, age has been so very kind to you Garafin, and your lovely partner is a rare beauty with all the little kisses of sunlight on her skin. I wish you so very much good fortune in luck and love, I hope you have a wonderfully happy life, and may you know sunshine all the rest of your days… I don’t expect to see you ever again I am afraid, there is this funny thing about my timing, I am either too early or too late… So I shall simply make my graceful retreat and return to my home and bid you fair winds in yours…
I am leaving all this behind in a note because there is something I need to say… The young lady who was married today? Her real name is Lady Rosamund Méla Aravaldëa, now Lady Rosamund Méla Aravaldëa Anikin, and the truth of her name is my wedding gift to the couple… She is part Sun elf and High elf from her mother, and part Sylvan from her father, and the blood lines through her are strong and good and pure… Please don’t ever let that beautiful young woman ever feel that she is less than good enough, she is as close to royal as one can get outside of the actual nobility of Arvandor, and in the future when her children are grown…. Please bring her blood line up, that same blood line running through their children, so that they will never have any path blocked to them…
Thank you for this, Garafin, as always you are the perfect gentleman…
Lady Melima Tára Remmórë”
(19:12:39 )
°.Chivalry isn’t Dead. °.
Dr. Jacob Anikin
...I don’t want for much..
..just my name written across her heart..
: ..he held her close to him.. tightly pressed to his chest as he span her around a couple of times.. the lengths of her skirt floated behind her.. he laughed when she busted up in her little fit of giggles there.. it was a truly joyous moment.. and she would have felt the rumbles of elation that just rolled off of him there in her mind.. he drew her to a slow stop.. not wanting to make her dizzy ..and he didn’t release her so willingly just holding her.. turning to look out over the room there.. seeing so many of the women with tissues up to their eyes there.. so many happy tears were shed.. the applause was slowing and offered words of congratulations and well wishes were being called out.. he heard Sybelle tell everyone the spot that was organised.. where there would be good food and wine.. treats and lovely company.. and then for the consummation to follow.. oh his cheeks flushed there and he buried his head down upon the curve of her shoulder.. Oh he knew it was coming he knew it.. but to hear it.. well she would have felt the little strumming of nerves that were beginning to blossom deep down within him.. people slowly started to file out then.. Garafin and Marabelle lead little Pia out ..each of them taking her small hands in theirs as on the count of five they leapt her up in the air to the sounds of her girlish giggles and laughter.. Nautilous and Sydel wandered out with the young girl on tow.. Diovan with Aylan.. Vivian and Mina with the triplets.. and then those few others.. the artist was putting a few final touches on his sketch.. it held no colour.. that could come later.. before he packed up his tools and wandered out along with the seamstress there.. he guided her across to the drawing.. his smile only broadening when they were both able to see it.. it was not just one image.. it was a series of pictures.. more akin to a collage.. There was Jacob waiting at the altar with Sybelle there beside him.. There was little Pia waiting nearer to the doors.. a picture of Rose entering the room in all her splendour.. the two of them holding hands.. her cradling his cheeks.. their foreheads touching.. when everyone was around them watering the tree seedling.. and then the kiss.. the two in a tight embrace with her feet up off the floor.. - .. it’s perfect.. .. he slid his arm around her.. holding her there against his side.. the room was suddenly silent.. everyone had wandered off toward the allocated area.. not a long walk from their current position but far enough that they would not have been able to see the Gazebo from their seats.. he heard her say she hoped he would get used to it.. the way she felt about him.. not just the love but the desire.. it being the one thing she kept locked up inside her head where he would never see it, and where she knew it wouldn’t interrupt his day.. that she wanted him about a hundred times a day.. his cheeks flushed a little more there.. oh her desire and need was playing merry hell with him.. he was able to return it yes.. his was strong.. but hers was so much stronger.. it was like adding fuel to the already burning fire he had for her deep down within.. he reached for her.. cradling her cheeks there.. lightly brushing his fingers across that soft smooth skin- .. It’s certainly throwing me for a bit of a loop.. I won’t deny it.. but Wow.. to know.. that you think of me in that way and that often.. .. he always figured there was just that bit more for Ace.. that he could never quite measure up.. he wasn’t as strong willed or as commanding.. but knowing this.. being able to be privy to these feelings.. these emotions.. oh his heart just ached.. along with other parts of him- .. I love you Rosamund .. with all my heart.. I am now bound to you for all eternity and beyond.. seeing you walking in here earlier.. I sware.. I almost had my legs torn out from beneath me.. you’re breath takingly beautiful.. I sware I heard everyones breath drawn.... he leant in there to press his lips to her forehead.. he guided her down away from the small altar there.. the items within the little gazebo.. the chairs were starting to fade out..the small table with the belongings on it was gone.. the flowers.. the crystals hanging from the ceiling all remained however.. and the seats along the outer rim filled back up with the same cushions they had when they were first there.. he guided her across to the corner there.. the same corner where they had spent that moment that seemed so very long ago..his hands rose as he guided a wayward curl back behind her ear there.. his fingers trailing down along her jawline- .. You’re teasing is not helping.. .. he chuckled and his brows furrowed a little.. those grey slacks of his were growing increasingly tighter as each moment passed.. there’s no way she could have missed it- .. I mean.. you can wait.. If you want to.. .. he rubbed his lips together- .. we can go.. walk out of here to the party happening out behind the temple… until we are practically a bundle of nerves waiting to burst upon that bed.. .. his fingers guided down to her chin.. tugging lightly upon it- .. Or we could do..everyone a service.. fool around a little.. take that raw edge off.. right here.. .. he’d whisper there as he leant in.. his lips a mere inch from hers- .. right now.. you know in the spirit of the party.. surely they would prefer us to return.. relaxed..and not so..tightly wound.. .. he would kiss her then.. his lips colliding with hers.. it wasn’t hastened or fast it was slow and sweet.. his hands falling to hers.. fingers intertwining before his would slowly glide up along her arms.. to rest there upon her shoulders..before the kiss would break with an audible shakey breath..as he guided her down to settle there upon those pillows before him-
(20:04:04 )
?..I'm all Tangled and Twisted..
.Caught in the Knots of Our Love.
says to °.Chivalry isn’t Dead. °: *She remembered months and months ago when they were just curled up with each other, the day she told him she didn’t believe in fairy tales and happy endings, that sort of thing didn’t exist for her… She didn’t think she deserved a love story, that what she had at the moment was more than she deserved, and hoping for more was like tempting fate to call her greedy and snatch it all away. In the end, he had told her she had every right to a happy ending, that she was a princess and deserved her every after… She had smiled but thought he was off his rocker a little bit, but now looking back, her life had rather come out that way hadn’t it? Here she was a the alter, just married, being spun around in the arms of this wonderful fantastic man who was her husband. She couldn’t help the giggles as he span her about, everything just came up to a head and exploded inside her like a bubble, coming out in those infectious little waves of laughter that he joined in with her on. When he let her down she was light headed and happy, her cheeks flushing rosy red and her heart beating strong and fast, her whole body warm down to her toes… She caught everyone there, their well wishes and happiness, the tears shed by many of the women they knew and loved… Sybelle as wonderful and helpful as always knew perhaps the couple needed a bit of alone time now, telling everyone that dinner was to be had outside, all manner of delicious things and that gifts would be given and words shared… Slowly the room began to drain out… She was not expecting the drawing though, oh not at all, her hand coming up to press over her lips as she felt the tears well up there… It was so perfect there, to see how they had caught every important little facet that meant the world to her, the fine detail and dedication to the memories… She felt awash in love and gratitude, thankful someone was there to capture all those special seconds of time for her, curling in closer to his side.*”Oh Jacob…. Thank you…. It’s so beautiful… Truly, it really is perfect, flawlessly so…”*She would say from his side, just holding him, letting the ethereal serenity and joy of the moment settle into her bones… When they were alone she apologized for the little blind siding she had landed him with… She thought about him a hundred times a day lustily, but at least a thousand times in general, she adored her new husband and she had from day one… She also knew he was fucking sexy, drop dead gorgeous and next to Ace, the most gloriously attractive man she had ever seen in her life. When he replied he would feel a little pang of sorrow, looking up to him there, reaching her hand up to cradle his cheek.*”I always have… I think of you often in wonder, at just how wonderful you are, how lucky I am to have you… How you have saved my life, given me a new and wonderful world, two stunning children… You have given me a home, a family, and love… Unconditional and unrestrained love… You are also an amazing lover, you can give me something that no one else cans, you love me in a way that goes past my flesh and into my very soul… We don’t just make love, our soul join and bond, the pleasure you bring be in bed is so much more than skin deep… You touch my soul, Jacob…”*Ace was the stronger, more virile out of the two yes, without a doubt… Ace didn’t ask, he took, he knew he was her Master and she was his pet… Yet how Ace needed her, and how she needed him, their loving was quite different… Jacob stroked her soul and made her butter for him, she felt perfect and fragile and feminine, the most beautiful thing he had ever seen… Ace shattered her soul, freed her mind from thinking and the weight of the world she carried there, reducing her to her base elements but in doing so left her perfectly liberate to enjoy every dirty hot mind blowing moment of their love sessions… They were both ideal lovers, and they were both ideal for her, and in her mind? Perfectly equal… Now that Jacob could see how she felt, how often her lust ran so very high for him, how much she thought of him in a way that was so not fit for public… Maybe he might begin to see just how equal he was… She stroked his cheek, feeling the smooth freshly shaved skin under her glove, running her thumb along his sharp jawline as he spoke… Oh he had her blushing softly, her cheeks turning all manner of pink, her breath catching a bit…*”I love you Jacob… You will never feel alone again, I am always, always here with you… One soul and one flesh… “*She still couldn’t believe the picture there… Just how she looked…*”When I saw the dress I thought it might have been too much… Then when I saw the pictures there… I can’t believe that it’s me… I never thought I looked like that… I always though I was a little more on the plain side… When I saw you though, I would have fallen if not for Garafin at my side, you looked so strong and yet so vulnerable there… I couldn’t stand seeing you alone and yet you looked so amazing, so beautiful there in your suit, looking like the man I know you to be…”*She felt his lips to her forehead there, following his lead as he guided her down from the little alter, everything in the room starting to be moved out… All of it fading away as if by magic until it was just them and the flowers and the glittering crystals… He was guiding her to the cushions there and her ind instantly went to memory, her heart racing, the sudden pulse of lust that raced like liquid heat along her limbs was too addictive… There was no way he could have missed the pulse, the link they shared would forever remain open, and her desires for him would be hard to miss. She looked up at him then, feeling his hand slide a curl behind her delicately pointed ear, the way he ran his fingertips along her jaw… She laughed softly at his words, looking up at him there, her head tilting to the side.*”I am not teasing! I am being perfectly honest with my husband as a good wife should be…”*Oh she noticed the thick hot bulge in his pants, and just to show him she did, she reached out with her gloved hands and began to stroke him through his slacks. She felt each little movement of his hands, the tug on her chin, the way he rubbed his lips together… The whisper of his words against her lips that caused her fingers to tighten instinctively around his cock as she whimpered in pure lust, the waves coming off of her were getting stronger by the moment, her lace clad slit was getting quite moist indeed…*
(20:04:11 )
?..I'm all Tangled and Twisted..
.Caught in the Knots of Our Love.
says to °.Chivalry isn’t Dead. °: ”Jacob… My Husband… Please… “*She would whine hard, nearly bouncing on the balls of her feet, oh she needed him BADLY Right now! He would lean in to kiss her, not overwhelmingly harsh or greedy but something far worse, he kissed her tenderly… She began to melt against him, little whimpers and moans forming deep in her throat, her brows drawn in slightly as she submitted to it… She felt his fingers link with hers before they released after a loving hold, his hands coming to rest of her bare shoulders, the skin impossibly soft under his fingers… She flicked those double studs against his bottom lip, sliding them gently between his own, begging entrance to his mouth before she would start to suckle his tongue while toying with him with her studs… When the kiss broke they were both breathing a bit out of whack, her green gold eyes dark and hazy with need, feeling him guide her to sit on the pillows…*”Please… Jacob you know what I need… I feel like I am going to go perfectly mad… Between your lust and mine… It’s just like being on those potions again… “
(20:30:08 )
°.Chivalry isn’t Dead. °.
Dr. Jacob Anikin
...I don’t want for much..
..just my name written across her heart..
: ..he had guided her over toward those cushions there.. the ones to the side.. the very same corner they had spent that moment so long ago.. or at least it felt like it was so long ago when In truth it really wasn’t.. everything looked the same.. smelt the same.. just the few added shimmers from the crystals that still hung from the ceiling.. that chandelier would become a permanent fixture he had made sure of it.. a gift to the temple grounds ..she had told him that she thought of him often in wonder.. at just how lucky she was to have him, how he had saved her life.. given her a new and wonderful world, and two stunning children.. that he had given her a home, a family and love.. unconditional and unrestrained.. that he was an amazing lover.. he could give her things that no one else could.. his cheeks flushed and he chuckled a little.. it was all so wonderful to hear.. it truly was.. he had often been a little concerned that he was no quite measuring up for her.. he didn’t have the experience that so many others did.. and Ace well he ran circles around him at the best of times.. so hearing her tell him otherwise was nice.. it settled a few questions that had been in his head for some time now..she spoke about how when she saw the pictures how she couldn’t believe that it was her.. that she never thought she looked like that.. thinking she was a little more on the plain side.. he shook his head- .. the picture whilst beautiful.. is no match for what I saw with my own eyes.. my dear sweet Rose you were utterly captivating.. stunning.. beautiful you took my breath away and quite a few others within the room there.. I do believe Pia thought you looked just like a princess .... he cradled her cheek there.. lightly brushing his thumbs across her slightly coloured cheek- you will come to realise one day just how beautiful you are.. as for me.. I was nervous.. I had Sybelle in my ear reminding me to breathe.. something I had forgotten to do on more than a few occasions whilst waiting for you.. .. his hands slid down her arms there.. fingers intertwining there.. giving her hands a little squeeze.. - .. and this ring.. I adore.. it’s utterly perfect, I thank you for picking it out for me.. I look forward to you telling me all about it..he mentioned that she had been teasing him there in his mind.. the sparks and sudden waves of desire were rocking him like a sailor on a boat.. every so often he was nearly thrown from his feet.. - .. Oh but you are.. and you have been since earlier this morning.. .. he lifted his hand there to wag his finger at her- . giving me a glimpse of what you had been organising.. standing there naked as you were.. so very.. very naughty.. .. he shot her a wink there.. his hands releasing from hers to lift.. to come to rest there upon that supple valley of her chest.. the rise there as his thumbs felt through the silk and satin layers to the slight bumps of the rings that would be resting across her hardened nipples- .. I look forward to seeing these up close.. . circling his fingers there before he would reach to cradle her cheeks once more.. leaning in to allow his lips to collide with hers.. the kiss was tender, soft and sweet.. he moaned though right down into the depths of her mouth when he felt her fingers sliding down to the front of his slacks.. rubbing that hardened length through the fabric ..his toes curled within his boots and his breath came out a little more shakey than before.. the kiss broke and his forehead came to rest to hers there.. a soft little whine sounded..he was getting the continual waves there.. one after the other.. they were coming in closer together.. making his heart stumble and stutter in his chest.. he would swallow- .. Its so hard to wait.. .. he would whisper there against her lips- .. till I have you in my arms on that bed.. till I can feel that soft sweet body of yours beneath mine.. till I am inside you.. .. he exhaled long and slow there.. his own desire washing back over to her there in little bursts.. he guided her down to her knees there upon the cushions.. his head rocking back a moment before he would reach down for his belt there.. tugging upon the buckle.. releasing that length of leather there as the button and the zipper soon followed.. he reached for her hand there.. waiting till his fingers were holding hers as he guided her hand down into the warmth his shorts contained.. his body trembled a little when he felt those soft fingers brushing against his cock.. the pair of them drawing his hardened length out there.. right before her .. he would release her hand there.. reaching to brush his fingers along her cheek as he remained standing there before her.. looking down to her there.. his heart was hammering away in his chest he could sware he could hear it in his head.. - . please.... he would whine softly.. his voice a little breathier than it normally was.. his tongue glided along his lower lip there.. watching her.. eagerly awaiting that richly heated mouth of hers.. that tormenting tongue.. -
(21:10:25 )
?..I'm all Tangled and Twisted..
.Caught in the Knots of Our Love.
says to °.Chivalry isn’t Dead. °: *Time did funny things to memory… She knew it had been around a year and three months since she and Jacob had been in here, that first night she took him in her mouth, and he stunned her by returning the favor… It had been maddening, wanting, needing so much more… Yet so very eager, so grateful for what he had shared with her in those days, knowing they would take it slow if it all because of his status… He had been a virgin, and she was his first, and no one was more determined to make sure that he gave himself to a woman he loved more than her… But oh… Oh those days she had nearly crawled out of her own skin with need to feel him between her legs… She was unaware of the chandelier being donated, that it would remain here forever, a permanent testament to just how special this little glass gazebo was to them… It was perfect where it was, as if it were belonging to the building long before either of them had come by, and the flowers all around her… She wanted to spend the night here in a way, just curled up in the floor like they had before, with the sunlight coming in to wake them up wrapped up in each others arms… She felt his hesitation, the little bit of self doubt there, and she instantly went to soothe it away… She had no idea that it really made him feel that way, wishing he could understand just how good he made her feel, but she knew… In a matter of a few hours at most he would know EXACTLY how he made her feel, and where her words might fail there was no way their bond would, and he would be face to face with just how amazing he made her feel. She told him then about the pictures there, how she hadn’t recognized herself in them at all, she didn’t think she had ever looked like that… She blushed and smiled up at him at his words, she knew he was telling her the truth, not that he would ever lie but she would feel it if he weren’t sincere…*”I can’t see myself quite like that yet… But if you let me, I will try to see myself through your eyes, to teach myself to see… Be patient with me my husband, you have a whole world to teach me, to show me how to live in… I might trip and stumble beside you, but I trust you to catch me, always…”*He thanked her for the ring, telling her he looked forward to her telling him all about it, a soft smile on her lips.*”Ask me any time and I will tell you all about it I promise…”*She would say. He said she was teasing him and she told him she was not, if anything, she was simply being honest with her husband! Though when he mentioned the bubble… Whoops! She laughed and bit her bottom lip, a bright smile on her face as she wriggled just a little, her eyes sparking mischievously for a moment…*”Well I thought you might like the little… Wake up call… Besides, I know how much you love it when I wear my garters…”*The teasing was gone the instant his hands came to rest over her breasts, the way he thumbed her pert nipples, the way her new flesh pressed against the bars there made her poor little slit surge with need. Just instant heat pooling there as her lids fell closed, tugged under by a particularly intense wave of desire, making her knees buckle a little.*”Oh please… Oh my gods… I didn’t expect them to feel like that… Sweet Hanali…”*She whined, shocked by her own reaction, her brows drawing in as she tried to pull her brain back from the fractions it had been split into. He kissed her then and she returned it lovingly, letting him thoroughly fuck her mind with the sweet, beautiful and passionate yet gentle meeting of their lips. She couldn’t resist touching him, stroking and cupping him through is slacks, hearing him moan right into her eager mouth as she rocked him… Oh there was something about this shared link that told her exactly what to do, more so than what she knew from loving him over time, it just gently nudged her to the perfect ways he wanted to be fondled and held… They were both being hit physically and spiritually, it was unlike anything she had ever felt, and it was addictive! She wanted him so badly, that closeness, that shared link made her nearly pull her hair out with need… His words just made it sooooo much worse.*”Jacob!”*She whined, instantly wanting him between her thighs, pulling her panties to the side so he could thrust into her in one fluid motion…. She whimpered and rocked against him, gently sinking her teeth into his jawline as he tormented her, her hands curling in tightly about his cock… She felt each little wave and burst from him, knowing she was probably playing merry hell with her own, their two of them driving each other to a frenzied peak… Oh that bed wouldn’t last… Not intact, anyways… She was guided to the cushions and down in her knees, instantly getting wet, surrounded by all those beautiful layers of tulle and chiffon… Looking very much like the little paper dancer from the story… She looked up at him eagerly, licking her lips in anticipation, the twin rose studs in her tongue wet and glistening in the light. She watched him with a consuming fascination as he undid his belt, the buckle and button, his fly being slid down… She would hold her hands up to his, letting him guide her, to dip her hands into his shorts where the silk clad fingers of her hands would grip him….*”Oh my Gods… Jacob your so beautiful… I am starving for you…”*He would have felt the instant lust for his cock, how much she loved it, every thick throbbing inch of it… She cradled his balls in her palm as she felt his heart racing there against her flesh, feeling his fingertips along her cheeks as he looked down at her, that simple little whine… She looked up at him, begging him to watch her, to keep her eye contact… She would dip below his cock to run her tongue up from the back of his balls all the way up in a slow, lazy stroke of her velvet tongue, tongue piercings tormenting until she got to his head… She had the taste of him bathed on her tongue as she began to flick and lap at his cocks head, running those textured balls up the ridge and around it, tapping her tongue against his cock until she had urged that first dollop of precum. Once she had it she would draw the flat of her tongue over his cocks head and nearly cum from the taste of him, her pussy spasming hard, loving the taste of his essense… She then went straight for the base of his cock… No more teasing and torment, she wanted his cock buried in the back of her throat, and that was where she sent it… She would dive down slowly each time, pulling back to swirl and flick the her tongue over the head before going back down, gagging softly on the sweet head of his shaft… She kept the pace that perfect tempo that his needs were telling her of, listening to his waves of desire, letting him tell her without words how to show him… Just how grateful she was to be his wife.*
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°.Chivalry isn’t Dead. °.
Dr. Jacob Anikin
...I don’t want for much..
..just my name written across her heart..
: ..she told him to ask her about the ring anytime and he would.. it was intriguing really.. and so very different, like nothing he had ever seen before.. and being a Paramour he had seen a lot of rings.. even in his young life thus far.. she always managed to surprise him with her gestures.. little things that he would have never originally thought on.. things that tugged so fiercely upon his heart strings .. she was a true and honest beauty and he felt extremely lucky to know her.. he called her out on the bubble she had tossed his way earlier on in the day and how it was filled with all manner of naughty glimpses.. a moving image of her near to naked.. with a few new additions to her frame there.. his hands lifted to brush across them.. feeling the slight protrusion through the fabric.. watching her lids fall closed.. that wave of desire as it hit him made his head dip forward a little.. oh it was going to take some getting used to.. all this.. in parts he could see it could well become quite overwhelming..- .. I can only imagine how they will feel once they are out.. and I can touch them properly.. with a lot more than my fingers.. .. he leant in to kiss her then.. drawing her in closer to him.. their bodies pressed flush.. lips colliding.. pressing brushing together in a sweet tender little kiss.. he felt those piercings there upon her tongue.. the different texture.. the different sensations they were causing.. it was all quite incredible really before it would inevitably break and they would both gasp for breath.. the lust and desire within that small gazebo was running hot and high.. it was thick and it was affecting the pair of them.. he told her he was struggling having to wait.. that he needed her.. that he needed to be inside of her.. to feel her beneath him.. her whine.. her calling out to him only made it worse.. it was true.. he did desire her.. sure her lustful shared emotions might well have urged it closer.. but the original feeling would always have been there.. just sparked a little hotter than it might have been.. his hands came to rest there upon her shoulders.. guiding her down to the cushions there.. his toes curling within his boots as his hands slid across to his belt.. releasing the buckle there.. the lengths of leather before he would make short work of the button and zipper.. he reached down for her then.. taking her small soft hand in his.. guiding it up to slide down into the heat.. the warmth that was contained within his shorts.. he whined softly upon her contact.. her fingers wrapping around his hardened length.. guiding it out of his slacks there.. he would release her hand and reach for her cheek.. brushing there just lightly.. her words caused his cheeks to flush.. to colour there as he made a soft whispered plea.. asking of her to take him.. to love him with that hot little mouth of hers.. oh she played hell with him often with those lips and that tongue and he adored it.. he was addicted to the way she made him feel.. he may well have had none other to compare it too.. but he didn’t need it.. he didn’t need to know the difference.. all he knew was that she was incredibly good at what she did.. she knew him.. she knew him extremely well.. he looked down into those emerald orbs of hers as she peered up at him there.. his throat ran dry.. the look she was giving him made him murmur before she dipped her head down and dragged that slick hot tongue of hers along the underside.. oh his knees just about buckled right there.. he broke that line of sight there as his head dipped back and he moaned.. - .. Oh good God Rose.... he would whine.. his breath hitching and catching there in the back of his throat.. that tongue was fucking hot.. he couldn’t possibly deny that.. and what she did with it.. his mind couldn’t even bare to mention.. she began to flick and lap at his hardened cocks head.. he hissed and grunted.. looking down to her once more.. watching her as she worked her magic.. she’d be able to feel his bodies trembles every so often.. the tensing of his muscles as he stiffened.. before she just sucked him all the way in.. devouring him whole.. he groaned.. he gasped and hissed.. his toes curled.. his fingers clung to the sides of her head.. - .. Fuck.. .. he growled.. feeling the tight smoothness of her throat.. the slick wetness of the inside of her heated mouth.. and that tongue curling and flicking.. his head was so foggy.. so incredibly heavy there upon his shoulders.. he swallowed.. his breath was picking up as she began to bob her head there upon his cock.. the withdraw.. only to swirl and flick her tongue over his head once more.. his brows furrowed.. his face taking on that perfect mixture of pleasure laced with pain.. his body was aching.. for the entire day as a whole he was pretty tightly wound.. he was a bundle of tangled nerves.. only to be hit with the throws of passion and desire from her.. from that kiss.. it just burned away all the anxiety.. replacing it with that heated need.. that incredible want.. for his stunningly beautiful wife.. every dip down upon his cock was met with a sweet cry.. a deeper moan.. a grunt and a gasp for breath as his fingers slowly became tangled within her thick blonde curls.. he managed to hold her head that little bit tighter the longer she tormented him.. the longer she sucked that hardened length of his.. the combination of her desire and his own meant he was skipping along that cliffs edge before they had even begun ..his chest was rising and falling.. almost hollowing out as he was trying to keep his breathing in chest.. - .. Oh god!.... he groaned.. his hands moved in to hold her head there.. keeping her still.. not allowing her to dip and dive upon him as he began to thrust down into her throat.. not hard.. not incredibly fast.. but with enough speed that the suction noises coming from her sweet hot little mouth would sound out in that otherwise silent little gazebo.. he groaned and hissed.. he looked down to her through half closed eyes as he was chewing down into her lower lip.. the frustration ..the need was evident there within his duo coloured eyes before he suddenly stilled.. holding his cock down into her throat there as he just released.. he exploded.. the climax rippling through his frame like a sudden wave of released pressure.. he painted up the insides of her throat.. her cheeks.. coating her tongue.. even managing to cause some of it to trickle down and glisten there upon her glossy lips..slowly he would withdraw from the almost strangle hold of her throat.. allowing her to get a breath in as he nearly lost his legs.. his hands lifting from her head to the table behind him so he didn’t fall.. as he whined.. gasping for breath-
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?..I'm all Tangled and Twisted..
.Caught in the Knots of Our Love.
says to °.Chivalry isn’t Dead. °: *The ring was something she had partially made herself, with a bit of help from a local craftsman of course, but she could say that no ring would have meant more to her than the one she had given him… The wood from the table that had broken had meant so much to her, it was the first moment she looked at him and she knew she was in incredible danger of losing her heart to him, when they had looked at each other and really saw one another… None of that would have happened if that table hadn’t have busted, they wouldn’t have shared that moment, that startling realization… All in good time she would tell him, when he asked, when he wanted to know… Until then though he seemed to take a sort of sheer delight in tormenting and teasing her… Of course she had teased him first this morning, but really, what woman doesn’t want to send her future husband something to really make him thing about her? She admitted he had her there, though when his hands came to cup her breasts, thumbs tracing over her nipples… She hadn’t expected that at all, it hit her hard and she nearly dropped form the pleasure… That was unexpected, she hadn’t really known what they would feel like when someone else touched them, and it took her by storm… A delicious one no less… It hit them both hard and she knew she would have to try and find a way to make it a bit… Easier on him… Otherwise her poor husband was going to be getting huge erections while in the middle of surgery or worse… *”I want your mouth on them… Your teeth… I want to feel you tug them as you suck my tits…”*She had a very very good idea she would find them a lush little trigger… They were both having a hard time with her, her fire was fueling his own, the two of them were burning each other with their need and desire and it wasn’t abating… She wanted him and she admitted it, while he admitted he would be struggling with the wait there, his need to have her beneath him… Filling her up… She needed it as badly as he did, and she didn’t even get into the fact that they were all trying to get pregnant, which just fucked her about so badly she felt just one little shift of her legs in the right way would see her flooding her thighs… With a few motions and some sweetly intense kissing and hand guiding, she was down on her knees with his cock right in front of her face… His cock was beautiful too her, just perfectly long and thick, that ridge about the head of his cock always did delicious things when he was stroking away inside of her… She adored his cock, every delicately veined inch of it with the perfect sack attached, and she would love to worship it orally daily… She Looking up at him at his little plea, begging him with her eyes to watch her, wanting his attention on her as she dragged her tongue up his balls and along his shaft. He couldn’t hold on as his head dipped back from the feeling of her tongue on his cock and sack, knowing the little piercings were just an added bonus, that little plus one to drive him wild.*”Husband… I’m going to suck your cock now… I can’t wait to feel you explode in the back of my throat… I’m so hungry for you…”*She would croon and coo for him as she lapped at the head of his cock, tapping it with her tongue until he gave up that sweet little clear pearl of precum, moaning as the taste of all he was exploded along her senses… She began to go down on him, sucking him deeply, going straight down his shaft until she was at the base of his cock and moaning deeply as she felt the thick head of his dick press down her tight little throat. She loved the way that the only time he cussed was in bed with her, when the good polite husband was replaced with the sensual lover, the man who couldn’t help but submit to his orgasm with her… She bobbed on him, keeping that suction firm and sweet, never letting up as she went from base to head and back down again… Though she noticed not long into it that his waves, his needs had shifted, feeling the way his hands dug into her head. She moaned in want, more than happy, willing even to have him fuck her face…. He took over from her then, her hands pulling up parts of her skirts before she would pull off one of her gloves and sink her fingers into her precious pink slit. She Was right there with him, so hot and ready, needy for that release that had been begging to happen all day… As he took over and fucked her face she toyed and teased her clit, making her sob and whine against his cock with need, all of it had her running to an orgasm that she knew was going to be so good it almost hurt… She was looking up at him as he looked down at her, seeing everyhtin gin his eyes, the desperate ache to push that little bit further until you have no choice but to explode… Just seeing him there, the way he looked down at her, the feel of him fucking her throat… She came… She felt as if she were going to explode with how hard everything hit her at once, his orgasm right along with her flooded her, doubled her own… She swallowed deeply, struggling with the load as she shuddered and trembled, her throat working to catch as much as she could but even then slipping… She felt it stick to her lips there, sliding off to cling to her chin, to slip down and land on the bare flesh of her chest… She was lost… In a daze… Her hand beneath her skirt was soaked and she was seeing stars, her breathing was nothing more than shallow little pants, her lips parted in an O from his cock… She licked her lips at last, gathering up that cum there as it would glitter wetly on her piercings, swallowing deeply and repeatedly as she made sure to get ever trace… Even the little bit that had fallen to her chest… She sat there, just rocking, those rhythmic pulses that make your body shake after a mind blowing orgasm…*”Now you know…”*She would whimper sweetly, huskily…*”Just how much pleasure you bring me…”*She would try to rock back, to sit versus kneeling, looking up at him with her veil crooked and her hair a bit of a mess.*”I love you…”*She would say simply and honestly, reaching out to him, slipping his now soft cock into his pants after one last quick suck from her to make sure he was all clean and without a drop of cum left… She would reach up in a silent request for help to stand, her legs were a bit shot as his were, wrapping her arms around him.*”In a moment we should go out and eat something other than each other… Have our wedding cake… And after a nice little refectory time… We will have our bedding and hopefully… Make a beautiful little baby to add to our family…”