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<blockquote data-quote="Queen_Dopplepopolis" data-source="post: 1806574" data-attributes="member: 14323"><p><strong>A Love is Born</strong></p><p></p><p>Justice stands in the cavernous throne room of the Royal Palace in Hyrwl, a</p><p>once-empty barony that now stands as the last bastion of hope in the</p><p>Falcon Kingdom. A tainted King holds the falcon throne in Caer</p><p>Albion, and draconic hordes even now prey upon the people he swore to</p><p>protect.</p><p></p><p>A rebel queen sits upon a makeshift throne ahead of the tall, blonde woman, consulting</p><p>with advisors and courtiers, working to preserve a shattered people,</p><p>to defend them against the threats of a kingdom gone mad. Her</p><p>voluminous robes hide her slightly swelling belly, the first physical</p><p>evidence of her pregnancy. In but a few months, Jaine Rhynn will have</p><p>an heir.</p><p></p><p>Looking up from a conversation Justice cannot quite hear, she beckons to her,</p><p>motioning for her to approach the raised dais upon which her throne</p><p>sits. Stepping forward as she waves her hand, dispersing the</p><p>messengers and bureaucrats that seemed to swarm around her.</p><p></p><p>"Justice, I need you to take this to Lord Greyclaw," she says, handing</p><p>the paladin a tightly wrapped scroll, evidently given to her by one of the</p><p>courtiers she had scattered moments before. "He'll know what it is,</p><p>and what must be done. Hurry, and return here as soon as your</p><p>business is taken care of."</p><p></p><p>As Justice starts to turn away, she manages to lean forward enough to grasp</p><p>her elaborate gold sleeve. Stopping, she looks over her shoulder to see what else</p><p>her Queen would bid. Smiling, she continued, "We have all</p><p>felt Arfin's loss keenly. But please, Justice - smile."</p><p></p><p>The blonde woman attempts to smile, but anyone watching would see only a grimace - a</p><p>mix of pain, loss, and anger that no smile could reflect. Giving up,</p><p>Justice nods, turns, and then strides out of the throne room into the cold</p><p>harsh sun of the day.</p><p></p><p> ****</p><p></p><p>With the scroll clenched between her teeth, she climbs up the massive</p><p>trunk of the tree that serves as the Duke's palace, the center of New</p><p>Oceanus. Passing snow-covered bows, Justice’s climb takes her hundreds of</p><p>feet upward, culminating in a nearly effortless push against the flat</p><p>part of the floor that serves the former home of the Woodshadow as a</p><p>door.</p><p></p><p>It swings upward, and then back down, slamming onto the planks with a</p><p>deafening *crack.* Warm air rushes over Justice’s pale skin, quickly escaping the</p><p>sky-borne hut, and climbing the remaining few rungs of the ladder,</p><p>stooping only long enough to close the door her opened.</p><p></p><p>Taking the scroll in hand once more, she takes a moment to look over</p><p>the walls of a place that one of the greatest heroes of the past</p><p>millennium called home. Lord Greyclaw has changed little.</p><p>Nonetheless, the walls, once covered with weapons taken as trophies by</p><p>the ancient warrior, now stand naked - the weapons in the hands of the</p><p>defenders of New Oceanus and Hyrwl, even now on the watch for another</p><p>attack from their former home.</p><p></p><p>The Duke is not in sight, so she calls out -- hoping to capture his</p><p>attention from wherever the charcoal-skinned noble is hiding.</p><p></p><p>Justice needs only wait a moment before his familiar, deep voice calls out</p><p>in return. "Mistress Fairweather, is that you?" he bellows, from</p><p>somewhere above you. "I'll be down in a moment," he continues, as she</p><p>hears the sounds of feet shuffling above.</p><p></p><p>A few minutes later, the Duke breezes through a doorway to Justice’s</p><p>right, still pulling a loose fitting tunic over his grey-skinned</p><p>chest. As he continues toward her, he tosses a long wooden staff into</p><p>a corner near the doorway, using his free hand to towel beaded sweat</p><p>from his forehead. His amber eyes look into hers. He smiles.</p><p></p><p>Bowing curtly, he says, "Mistress Fairweather, I am at your service."</p><p></p><p>Placing the scroll behind her golden belt (it matches her fine gold</p><p>slippers, but no one would ever know as those fine slippers are hidden</p><p>under layers and layers of beautiful gold and black gown), Justice</p><p>takes in the scene around her. For a moment, Justice only smiles</p><p>back... looking into his eyes. For a moment, she is oblivious to the</p><p>world around her. As that moment grows longer--stretching from</p><p>normal, warm greeting to an uncomfortable silence--Justice realizes</p><p>she has forgotten why she was here. Her mind whirrs... "I know that I</p><p>didn't come here to gaze in that mans eyes-- I had a purpose!" Justice</p><p>thinks... all the while, absent mindedly twirling a loose curl that</p><p>had escaped from the mound of yellow curls atop her head.</p><p></p><p>In an attempt to behave normally, she coughs and bows quickly... and,</p><p>as she straightens, the scroll slips from her belt, onto the floor.</p><p>As it lands, Justice is rocketed back to reality... "Good day Duke</p><p>Greyclaw... Jaine has asked me to deliver this to you."</p><p></p><p>As he reaches out to take the scroll, his fingers brush across yours.</p><p>A small smile splits his obsidian face, revealing stark white teeth in</p><p>contrast to the dusk of his skin. "It's a good day, indeed," he</p><p>muses, seemingly to no one in particular. Shaking his head after a</p><p>half-second, he recovers, "Any idea what it contains, fair lady</p><p>Fairweather?"</p><p></p><p>Grinning slightly she jokes, "Please, Duke Greyclaw... I've no</p><p>objection to being called 'fair lady,' but fair lady Justice is much</p><p>more informal." Deliberately placing her most stunning smile on her</p><p>face, she glances at the scroll... "I've no idea what the scroll</p><p>contains. Jaine said you would know."</p><p></p><p>"Our queen is rarely mistaken, but in this - she is. I've no more</p><p>idea of what it contains than you." Smiling back, he continues, "But</p><p>I can hardly complain about the company this scroll has brought me. I</p><p>shall hold it in high esteem even if it bears bad news - it has brought</p><p>the sun itself into my shadowed home."</p><p></p><p>Red bursts into Justice's cheeks and her mouth drops-- she has never</p><p>been complimented so openly by a man... especially one this</p><p>attractive. Though she's told no one, she has dreamed of this since</p><p>first meeting the ebon skinned man... quickly, she recovers, "Why, you</p><p>say that as if carrying the message to you was not equally</p><p>enjoyable..." She grins, almost deviously, "Indeed, in the past</p><p>months, your presence here in Hyrwl has made even the most dreadful</p><p>situations more... attractive."</p><p></p><p>Returning your devilish grin, he looks as if he is about to say</p><p>something, then stops. Composing himself, he looks down at the</p><p>scroll. "I suppose we must see what it is that requires I view it</p><p>with such speed." Opening it with characteristic flourish, his eyes</p><p>quickly scan the page.</p><p></p><p>He looks back up at you, his eyes hooded. "I am truly blessed this</p><p>day! Good news graces my presence, borne by a beautiful woman! A</p><p>formal treaty with the dwarves of Khaz Modan. This bodes well for our</p><p>cause."</p><p></p><p>For a brief second, Justice looks a military general. "Indeed, that</p><p>is grand news." However, the sternness quickly fades into silence as</p><p>she looks down to her hidden slippers and bites her lip. Meekly</p><p>looking up, "Possibly cause for celebration?"</p><p></p><p>He grins, a lopsided expression different from the public face he</p><p>usually wears. Stepping closer, he looks directly into your eyes.</p><p>"Celebration..." he whispers, mere inches from your face. "A kiss?"</p><p>he breathes, almost inaudibly.</p><p></p><p>Her face blazing red, she steps closer... slowly lifting herself up on</p><p>her tip toes to reach his lips-- it is not often Justice has to stand</p><p>on her tip toes to do anything. Her heart flutters and her face glows</p><p>even brighter remembering the words she had spoken to her cousin just</p><p>days before-- "no time for suitors and "air headed floozy"--were some</p><p>of the choice phrases she had used to describe her feelings about</p><p>romantic relationships. But, despite her better judgment, she</p><p>allowed herself to lean closer and closer to the tall, dark man.</p><p></p><p>His lips brush across yours. Lightly at first, and then firmly, his</p><p>arms wrap around you, drawing you still closer. As you return the</p><p>kiss, he makes a noise, deep in his throat - almost a groan. The kiss</p><p>seems to go on forever, eons rushing by around you as everything</p><p>around you -- save Greyclaw -- seems to disappear.</p><p></p><p>Centuries later, he pulls back long enough to say, "I have been</p><p>waiting to do that since the first time I saw you, fair lady."</p><p></p><p>Her body goes almost limp in his arms. She breathes a deep, long</p><p>breath and looks into his eyes. With a small smile, all she can say</p><p>is, "Really?"</p><p></p><p>His crooked smile returns. "I wouldn't lie. Not to you."</p><p></p><p>An almost angry look crosses her face, "You should I told me! I have</p><p>spent so many nights dreaming of you... all because I thought it was a</p><p>lost cause-- not that I am not fond of adopting something that is, by</p><p>appearances, a lost cause-- but, there's only so many lost causes a</p><p>woman can adopt before she becomes totally overwhelmed..." She sighs</p><p>and looks up into his eyes. "I have, since first coming to Oceanus,</p><p>been completely infatuated with you, but did not pursue because I</p><p>thought it could never happen..."</p><p></p><p>"Obviously, that is not the case." he says, leaning in to kiss you once more.</p><p></p><p>She happily kisses back, hugging him tightly. Between kisses, almost</p><p>involuntarily, she whispers her thoughts aloud, "I think could fall in</p><p>love with you." Suddenly, she tightens, realizing what she has said.</p><p>Loosening her grip around his torso, without letting go, she looks up</p><p>at him. Frowning she says, "Varis... I need to leave--Jaine may need</p><p>me..."</p><p></p><p>His arms tighten around your narrow waist. "Wh-What did you say?"</p><p></p><p>Shock flashes in her eyes. She clears her throat and stutters--her</p><p>cool ability to bend the truth seemingly failing her, now, "I said</p><p>that... um... Jaine may need me..."</p><p></p><p>"No," he demands, shaking his head, "before that!"</p><p></p><p>Eyes wide, as if she is silently pleading him to not make her repeat</p><p>her foolish words she finally gives in. "I said that I could fall in</p><p>love with you..."</p><p></p><p>His amber eyes widen in shock. "Y-you hardly even know me," he says,</p><p>his arms not loosening.</p><p></p><p>"That is true..." She sighs. "I should not have said it... I did not</p><p>mean to... my thoughts simply spilled out." Starting to pull away,</p><p>her demeanor shifts from feminine and soft to stern and hard. "My</p><p>apologies Duke Greyclaw. I will leave you, now."</p><p></p><p>"No!" he practically screams. Composing himself, he repeats, "No. I</p><p>would not have you leave me for anything. I...I don't find it so hard</p><p>to believe that someone could fall in love in an instant..."</p><p></p><p>Justice seems to make no attempt to hide the fact that she is trying</p><p>to convince herself as much as Varis with her words, "You said it</p><p>yourself, Varis. We hardly know each other... I would be called a</p><p>foolish goat by everyone I know to claim that I had fallen in love</p><p>after a single kiss."</p><p></p><p>"And even more foolish," he mutters, "to claim to have fallen in love</p><p>without so much as that."</p><p></p><p>Quizzically, she looks up, "What do you mean?"</p><p></p><p>"If claiming to have fallen in love after no more than a kiss is</p><p>foolish, than claiming to have fallen in love before even the touch</p><p>one's lips to another’s' must be doubly so."</p><p></p><p>"Yet," he muses, "I could not deny the truth of it."</p><p></p><p>Reaching up to brush stray hairs off her face, her hand stops at the</p><p>high cheek bones of the tall man holding her, "Varis... I don't know</p><p>what to say..."</p><p></p><p>"Don't say anything," he says. "Just kiss me again."</p><p></p><p>She perks her head and presses her lips to his for a brief moment, </p><p>attempting to recapture the feel of their first kiss. Pulling back, </p><p>she shakes her head, "What is this to accomplish?"</p><p></p><p>"Accomplish!?" he laughs. "Nothing less than my happiness -- and</p><p>yours too, I hope..."</p><p></p><p>"Oh! It does make me happy-- very happy. Truth be told, the last ten</p><p>minutes are probably the happiest I have ever experienced... But, it</p><p>certainly does not take back my fool-girl words... Varis, I have</p><p>obligations, responsibilities--we both do-- and, stealing kisses</p><p>hardly seems to further our cause... no matter how happy it makes</p><p>either of us."</p><p></p><p>"The cause is important," he intones, brushing his coal-black fingers</p><p>across your ivory face. "But not so important that they we can refuse</p><p>to live. This is important, too, fair lady."</p><p></p><p>"I do not doubt the importance of living... but, I do wonder what</p><p>good--what happiness-- can come from stolen kisses and long</p><p>separation... What could you want from a woman that is constantly</p><p>moving, leaving, fighting? A woman whose life is guided more by</p><p>prophecy than her own damned decisions?"</p><p></p><p>"I would take whatever time the Light saw fit to give us, just as we</p><p>have today," he answers. "What do I want? I want you - more than</p><p>anything I have ever wanted before."</p><p></p><p>Eyes turning fierce, she nearly growls, "Would you simply have me to</p><p>snuggle when I am back from one of our missions? As a convenience? A</p><p>plaything for when the time allows, Varis?" Her shoulders begin to</p><p>shake, tears of shame and</p><p>fear fall freely onto her cheeks. "Really?! What more could you want</p><p>from a woman like me?"</p><p></p><p>"I want a life, as soon as fate allows, Justice Fairweather. I want</p><p>to explore our love; I want to spend every waking moment of our lives</p><p>together. Our callings may not make it easy, but they do not make a</p><p>life together impossible."</p><p></p><p>Her eyes grow wide, like a child discovering some unknown truth for</p><p>the first time. "... Life together?"</p><p></p><p>He raises a single eyebrow, a sardonic smile replacing a sincere one.</p><p>"After all this talk of love itself mere moments after a first kiss,</p><p>you would balk at the mention of a life together?"</p><p></p><p>A confused look adorns her face. "I am not balking. I am questioning</p><p>your meaning. Those things are incredibly different."</p><p></p><p>"But not so far from one another in their extremity," he says,</p><p>sweeping you up into his arms, gold-slippered feet kicking in surprise</p><p>as you find yourself suddenly airborne. He kisses you again,</p><p>passionately, spinning you through the air as he does. Pulling back,</p><p>he continues, "I spoke of honestly of what I believe to be love, and</p><p>you asked of the future. For love to run its cause, a life together</p><p>is practically required, is it not?"</p><p></p><p>"I have a hard time imagining what sort of life it would be, Varis. I</p><p>will be leaving in less than two weeks, again... going, The Light only</p><p>knows where and returning The Light only knows when."</p><p></p><p>"You needn't go so soon," he says, almost pleads. "Surely the fates</p><p>call to us, but you can spare more time than that! Where is it you</p><p>must go in a mere fortnight?"</p><p></p><p>"That is up to my friends--my circle--whatever they decide is where I</p><p>go. That is the way it has been since we met." She shrugs, "It is not</p><p>a policy I am fond of-- but it is part of what binds me to them, and</p><p>them to me. We have tens, hundreds of tasks before us--which one we</p><p>choose to undertake now is yet to be decided. But, be assured, within</p><p>the next two weeks, I will be gone again. To the Isle of Mourning,</p><p>the Frozen North... maybe to Tain's front door-- my place is where</p><p>they need me." Her voice cracking, "Even if it is not where my heart</p><p>would have me."</p><p></p><p>"I will wait for you, Justice - for my fate has me bound here, though</p><p>my heart would lead me elsewhere. You have my promise, my word. My</p><p>love."</p><p></p><p>Smiling, "And, I will leave my heart here with you whenever I am</p><p>gone... it has been with you since first meeting you."</p><p></p><p>"What more could I give you beyond that?" he muses, as much to himself</p><p>as to you.</p><p></p><p>She gazes at him with an anticipatory wonder, waiting for him to</p><p>answer his own question.</p><p></p><p>He leans in, kissing you yet again. "But would that there were more..."</p><p></p><p>She kisses him with her eyes open, one brow raised questioningly.</p><p>But, after a few seconds, allows her eyes to close so that she may</p><p>concentrate on his kiss. "A beautiful, yet strange man" she thinks to</p><p>herself.</p><p></p><p>"Surely we could not get married, not so soon. We've barely kissed,</p><p>hardly spoken..."</p><p></p><p>The pucker in her lips fades to a stern line and in true Justice</p><p>style, overreacts, "You are correct, Varis. It is much much too soon</p><p>for something like that! It is quite fine for you to have my hand--</p><p>and not my heart!"</p><p></p><p>He pulls back as well. "If such a thing were to happen, I would have</p><p>both. I could not bear to settle for one or the other."</p><p></p><p>Her expression softens slightly, yet the tight, unsure lines next to</p><p>her eyes remain, "When would you have us wed? In mere days I will be</p><p>gone and will be able to offer no date of return."</p><p></p><p>"If wed we must, then the sooner the better!"</p><p></p><p>Awe painted upon her face, Justice gapes at Varis. Crinkling her nose</p><p>in deep thought, she turns away from the dark elf. Tilting her head</p><p>back, she rests in on his shoulder... she sighs and pulls his arms</p><p>around her waist in a tight sort of reverse-hug.</p><p>In a sad, hopeful voice she whispers, "Do you really mean it?"</p><p></p><p>"I could not lie," he states, simply. "Not to you."</p><p></p><p>"There would be no time for the celebration that would normally</p><p>revolve around the marriage of a duke... or, at least, it would have</p><p>to wait."</p><p></p><p>"Something soon - quiet. Celebration can be reserved for later.</p><p>These are my people, but this is about out lives. I would not deny</p><p>myself a chance at life with you for a feast."</p><p></p><p>Her smile starts small, only touching her lips... but, within seconds</p><p>has grown to light her entire face. Turning to face him once again,</p><p>Justice nearly sings, "Varis, I will marry you!"</p><p></p><p>As quickly as that glorious smile graced her face, it was gone again.</p><p>Face turned to the ground, shame fills her soft voice, "I have no</p><p>father for you to discuss our marriage with..."</p><p></p><p>"And I have no dowry to give him, even if you had one. Is there</p><p>someone else you would have me speak with?"</p><p></p><p>The shame on her face still apparent, she contemplates... "I love</p><p>Preston as my father. He is my blood relative... his age, experience,</p><p>and piety make him a man that I respect and look up to without</p><p>question. However, Archonus is the one I trust most. He is my</p><p>friend, he is my brother..."</p><p></p><p>"Then it is he whom I shall ask," he replies.</p><p></p><p>Her smile returns, full, beautiful, and innocent. Kissing him on the nose she</p><p>says, "You are magnificent. But, the day grows short... as much as I</p><p>long to spend all my waking hours here with you, Jaine may need me."</p><p>That full, beautiful smile shifts to something slightly less innocent,</p><p>"May I return... tonight?"</p><p></p><p>His eyes light up with mock-diabolic glee. "You may, my dear. We</p><p>have kissing to perfect...and other things...."</p><p></p><p>Squealing with laughter, Justice kisses him again and turns to leave,</p><p>suddenly very aware of the way she walks--intentionally swaying her</p><p>hips with each step. Stopping, she turns gracefully, "We must have</p><p>dinner with my friends and family this evening to announce the news.</p><p>I will send for you later, Love."</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Queen_Dopplepopolis, post: 1806574, member: 14323"] [b]A Love is Born[/b] Justice stands in the cavernous throne room of the Royal Palace in Hyrwl, a once-empty barony that now stands as the last bastion of hope in the Falcon Kingdom. A tainted King holds the falcon throne in Caer Albion, and draconic hordes even now prey upon the people he swore to protect. A rebel queen sits upon a makeshift throne ahead of the tall, blonde woman, consulting with advisors and courtiers, working to preserve a shattered people, to defend them against the threats of a kingdom gone mad. Her voluminous robes hide her slightly swelling belly, the first physical evidence of her pregnancy. In but a few months, Jaine Rhynn will have an heir. Looking up from a conversation Justice cannot quite hear, she beckons to her, motioning for her to approach the raised dais upon which her throne sits. Stepping forward as she waves her hand, dispersing the messengers and bureaucrats that seemed to swarm around her. "Justice, I need you to take this to Lord Greyclaw," she says, handing the paladin a tightly wrapped scroll, evidently given to her by one of the courtiers she had scattered moments before. "He'll know what it is, and what must be done. Hurry, and return here as soon as your business is taken care of." As Justice starts to turn away, she manages to lean forward enough to grasp her elaborate gold sleeve. Stopping, she looks over her shoulder to see what else her Queen would bid. Smiling, she continued, "We have all felt Arfin's loss keenly. But please, Justice - smile." The blonde woman attempts to smile, but anyone watching would see only a grimace - a mix of pain, loss, and anger that no smile could reflect. Giving up, Justice nods, turns, and then strides out of the throne room into the cold harsh sun of the day. **** With the scroll clenched between her teeth, she climbs up the massive trunk of the tree that serves as the Duke's palace, the center of New Oceanus. Passing snow-covered bows, Justice’s climb takes her hundreds of feet upward, culminating in a nearly effortless push against the flat part of the floor that serves the former home of the Woodshadow as a door. It swings upward, and then back down, slamming onto the planks with a deafening *crack.* Warm air rushes over Justice’s pale skin, quickly escaping the sky-borne hut, and climbing the remaining few rungs of the ladder, stooping only long enough to close the door her opened. Taking the scroll in hand once more, she takes a moment to look over the walls of a place that one of the greatest heroes of the past millennium called home. Lord Greyclaw has changed little. Nonetheless, the walls, once covered with weapons taken as trophies by the ancient warrior, now stand naked - the weapons in the hands of the defenders of New Oceanus and Hyrwl, even now on the watch for another attack from their former home. The Duke is not in sight, so she calls out -- hoping to capture his attention from wherever the charcoal-skinned noble is hiding. Justice needs only wait a moment before his familiar, deep voice calls out in return. "Mistress Fairweather, is that you?" he bellows, from somewhere above you. "I'll be down in a moment," he continues, as she hears the sounds of feet shuffling above. A few minutes later, the Duke breezes through a doorway to Justice’s right, still pulling a loose fitting tunic over his grey-skinned chest. As he continues toward her, he tosses a long wooden staff into a corner near the doorway, using his free hand to towel beaded sweat from his forehead. His amber eyes look into hers. He smiles. Bowing curtly, he says, "Mistress Fairweather, I am at your service." Placing the scroll behind her golden belt (it matches her fine gold slippers, but no one would ever know as those fine slippers are hidden under layers and layers of beautiful gold and black gown), Justice takes in the scene around her. For a moment, Justice only smiles back... looking into his eyes. For a moment, she is oblivious to the world around her. As that moment grows longer--stretching from normal, warm greeting to an uncomfortable silence--Justice realizes she has forgotten why she was here. Her mind whirrs... "I know that I didn't come here to gaze in that mans eyes-- I had a purpose!" Justice thinks... all the while, absent mindedly twirling a loose curl that had escaped from the mound of yellow curls atop her head. In an attempt to behave normally, she coughs and bows quickly... and, as she straightens, the scroll slips from her belt, onto the floor. As it lands, Justice is rocketed back to reality... "Good day Duke Greyclaw... Jaine has asked me to deliver this to you." As he reaches out to take the scroll, his fingers brush across yours. A small smile splits his obsidian face, revealing stark white teeth in contrast to the dusk of his skin. "It's a good day, indeed," he muses, seemingly to no one in particular. Shaking his head after a half-second, he recovers, "Any idea what it contains, fair lady Fairweather?" Grinning slightly she jokes, "Please, Duke Greyclaw... I've no objection to being called 'fair lady,' but fair lady Justice is much more informal." Deliberately placing her most stunning smile on her face, she glances at the scroll... "I've no idea what the scroll contains. Jaine said you would know." "Our queen is rarely mistaken, but in this - she is. I've no more idea of what it contains than you." Smiling back, he continues, "But I can hardly complain about the company this scroll has brought me. I shall hold it in high esteem even if it bears bad news - it has brought the sun itself into my shadowed home." Red bursts into Justice's cheeks and her mouth drops-- she has never been complimented so openly by a man... especially one this attractive. Though she's told no one, she has dreamed of this since first meeting the ebon skinned man... quickly, she recovers, "Why, you say that as if carrying the message to you was not equally enjoyable..." She grins, almost deviously, "Indeed, in the past months, your presence here in Hyrwl has made even the most dreadful situations more... attractive." Returning your devilish grin, he looks as if he is about to say something, then stops. Composing himself, he looks down at the scroll. "I suppose we must see what it is that requires I view it with such speed." Opening it with characteristic flourish, his eyes quickly scan the page. He looks back up at you, his eyes hooded. "I am truly blessed this day! Good news graces my presence, borne by a beautiful woman! A formal treaty with the dwarves of Khaz Modan. This bodes well for our cause." For a brief second, Justice looks a military general. "Indeed, that is grand news." However, the sternness quickly fades into silence as she looks down to her hidden slippers and bites her lip. Meekly looking up, "Possibly cause for celebration?" He grins, a lopsided expression different from the public face he usually wears. Stepping closer, he looks directly into your eyes. "Celebration..." he whispers, mere inches from your face. "A kiss?" he breathes, almost inaudibly. Her face blazing red, she steps closer... slowly lifting herself up on her tip toes to reach his lips-- it is not often Justice has to stand on her tip toes to do anything. Her heart flutters and her face glows even brighter remembering the words she had spoken to her cousin just days before-- "no time for suitors and "air headed floozy"--were some of the choice phrases she had used to describe her feelings about romantic relationships. But, despite her better judgment, she allowed herself to lean closer and closer to the tall, dark man. His lips brush across yours. Lightly at first, and then firmly, his arms wrap around you, drawing you still closer. As you return the kiss, he makes a noise, deep in his throat - almost a groan. The kiss seems to go on forever, eons rushing by around you as everything around you -- save Greyclaw -- seems to disappear. Centuries later, he pulls back long enough to say, "I have been waiting to do that since the first time I saw you, fair lady." Her body goes almost limp in his arms. She breathes a deep, long breath and looks into his eyes. With a small smile, all she can say is, "Really?" His crooked smile returns. "I wouldn't lie. Not to you." An almost angry look crosses her face, "You should I told me! I have spent so many nights dreaming of you... all because I thought it was a lost cause-- not that I am not fond of adopting something that is, by appearances, a lost cause-- but, there's only so many lost causes a woman can adopt before she becomes totally overwhelmed..." She sighs and looks up into his eyes. "I have, since first coming to Oceanus, been completely infatuated with you, but did not pursue because I thought it could never happen..." "Obviously, that is not the case." he says, leaning in to kiss you once more. She happily kisses back, hugging him tightly. Between kisses, almost involuntarily, she whispers her thoughts aloud, "I think could fall in love with you." Suddenly, she tightens, realizing what she has said. Loosening her grip around his torso, without letting go, she looks up at him. Frowning she says, "Varis... I need to leave--Jaine may need me..." His arms tighten around your narrow waist. "Wh-What did you say?" Shock flashes in her eyes. She clears her throat and stutters--her cool ability to bend the truth seemingly failing her, now, "I said that... um... Jaine may need me..." "No," he demands, shaking his head, "before that!" Eyes wide, as if she is silently pleading him to not make her repeat her foolish words she finally gives in. "I said that I could fall in love with you..." His amber eyes widen in shock. "Y-you hardly even know me," he says, his arms not loosening. "That is true..." She sighs. "I should not have said it... I did not mean to... my thoughts simply spilled out." Starting to pull away, her demeanor shifts from feminine and soft to stern and hard. "My apologies Duke Greyclaw. I will leave you, now." "No!" he practically screams. Composing himself, he repeats, "No. I would not have you leave me for anything. I...I don't find it so hard to believe that someone could fall in love in an instant..." Justice seems to make no attempt to hide the fact that she is trying to convince herself as much as Varis with her words, "You said it yourself, Varis. We hardly know each other... I would be called a foolish goat by everyone I know to claim that I had fallen in love after a single kiss." "And even more foolish," he mutters, "to claim to have fallen in love without so much as that." Quizzically, she looks up, "What do you mean?" "If claiming to have fallen in love after no more than a kiss is foolish, than claiming to have fallen in love before even the touch one's lips to another’s' must be doubly so." "Yet," he muses, "I could not deny the truth of it." Reaching up to brush stray hairs off her face, her hand stops at the high cheek bones of the tall man holding her, "Varis... I don't know what to say..." "Don't say anything," he says. "Just kiss me again." She perks her head and presses her lips to his for a brief moment, attempting to recapture the feel of their first kiss. Pulling back, she shakes her head, "What is this to accomplish?" "Accomplish!?" he laughs. "Nothing less than my happiness -- and yours too, I hope..." "Oh! It does make me happy-- very happy. Truth be told, the last ten minutes are probably the happiest I have ever experienced... But, it certainly does not take back my fool-girl words... Varis, I have obligations, responsibilities--we both do-- and, stealing kisses hardly seems to further our cause... no matter how happy it makes either of us." "The cause is important," he intones, brushing his coal-black fingers across your ivory face. "But not so important that they we can refuse to live. This is important, too, fair lady." "I do not doubt the importance of living... but, I do wonder what good--what happiness-- can come from stolen kisses and long separation... What could you want from a woman that is constantly moving, leaving, fighting? A woman whose life is guided more by prophecy than her own damned decisions?" "I would take whatever time the Light saw fit to give us, just as we have today," he answers. "What do I want? I want you - more than anything I have ever wanted before." Eyes turning fierce, she nearly growls, "Would you simply have me to snuggle when I am back from one of our missions? As a convenience? A plaything for when the time allows, Varis?" Her shoulders begin to shake, tears of shame and fear fall freely onto her cheeks. "Really?! What more could you want from a woman like me?" "I want a life, as soon as fate allows, Justice Fairweather. I want to explore our love; I want to spend every waking moment of our lives together. Our callings may not make it easy, but they do not make a life together impossible." Her eyes grow wide, like a child discovering some unknown truth for the first time. "... Life together?" He raises a single eyebrow, a sardonic smile replacing a sincere one. "After all this talk of love itself mere moments after a first kiss, you would balk at the mention of a life together?" A confused look adorns her face. "I am not balking. I am questioning your meaning. Those things are incredibly different." "But not so far from one another in their extremity," he says, sweeping you up into his arms, gold-slippered feet kicking in surprise as you find yourself suddenly airborne. He kisses you again, passionately, spinning you through the air as he does. Pulling back, he continues, "I spoke of honestly of what I believe to be love, and you asked of the future. For love to run its cause, a life together is practically required, is it not?" "I have a hard time imagining what sort of life it would be, Varis. I will be leaving in less than two weeks, again... going, The Light only knows where and returning The Light only knows when." "You needn't go so soon," he says, almost pleads. "Surely the fates call to us, but you can spare more time than that! Where is it you must go in a mere fortnight?" "That is up to my friends--my circle--whatever they decide is where I go. That is the way it has been since we met." She shrugs, "It is not a policy I am fond of-- but it is part of what binds me to them, and them to me. We have tens, hundreds of tasks before us--which one we choose to undertake now is yet to be decided. But, be assured, within the next two weeks, I will be gone again. To the Isle of Mourning, the Frozen North... maybe to Tain's front door-- my place is where they need me." Her voice cracking, "Even if it is not where my heart would have me." "I will wait for you, Justice - for my fate has me bound here, though my heart would lead me elsewhere. You have my promise, my word. My love." Smiling, "And, I will leave my heart here with you whenever I am gone... it has been with you since first meeting you." "What more could I give you beyond that?" he muses, as much to himself as to you. She gazes at him with an anticipatory wonder, waiting for him to answer his own question. He leans in, kissing you yet again. "But would that there were more..." She kisses him with her eyes open, one brow raised questioningly. But, after a few seconds, allows her eyes to close so that she may concentrate on his kiss. "A beautiful, yet strange man" she thinks to herself. "Surely we could not get married, not so soon. We've barely kissed, hardly spoken..." The pucker in her lips fades to a stern line and in true Justice style, overreacts, "You are correct, Varis. It is much much too soon for something like that! It is quite fine for you to have my hand-- and not my heart!" He pulls back as well. "If such a thing were to happen, I would have both. I could not bear to settle for one or the other." Her expression softens slightly, yet the tight, unsure lines next to her eyes remain, "When would you have us wed? In mere days I will be gone and will be able to offer no date of return." "If wed we must, then the sooner the better!" Awe painted upon her face, Justice gapes at Varis. Crinkling her nose in deep thought, she turns away from the dark elf. Tilting her head back, she rests in on his shoulder... she sighs and pulls his arms around her waist in a tight sort of reverse-hug. In a sad, hopeful voice she whispers, "Do you really mean it?" "I could not lie," he states, simply. "Not to you." "There would be no time for the celebration that would normally revolve around the marriage of a duke... or, at least, it would have to wait." "Something soon - quiet. Celebration can be reserved for later. These are my people, but this is about out lives. I would not deny myself a chance at life with you for a feast." Her smile starts small, only touching her lips... but, within seconds has grown to light her entire face. Turning to face him once again, Justice nearly sings, "Varis, I will marry you!" As quickly as that glorious smile graced her face, it was gone again. Face turned to the ground, shame fills her soft voice, "I have no father for you to discuss our marriage with..." "And I have no dowry to give him, even if you had one. Is there someone else you would have me speak with?" The shame on her face still apparent, she contemplates... "I love Preston as my father. He is my blood relative... his age, experience, and piety make him a man that I respect and look up to without question. However, Archonus is the one I trust most. He is my friend, he is my brother..." "Then it is he whom I shall ask," he replies. Her smile returns, full, beautiful, and innocent. Kissing him on the nose she says, "You are magnificent. But, the day grows short... as much as I long to spend all my waking hours here with you, Jaine may need me." That full, beautiful smile shifts to something slightly less innocent, "May I return... tonight?" His eyes light up with mock-diabolic glee. "You may, my dear. We have kissing to perfect...and other things...." Squealing with laughter, Justice kisses him again and turns to leave, suddenly very aware of the way she walks--intentionally swaying her hips with each step. Stopping, she turns gracefully, "We must have dinner with my friends and family this evening to announce the news. I will send for you later, Love." [/QUOTE]
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