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>><b>I have to admit, I was a little confused. This is a >>complex scene within a complex story, and I'm not sure >>I have all the background I need most likely a missed >>a posting. But here goes what I thought as I read. ></b> > ><b><i>Thanks Susie! It's always a bonus to find out >where I went astray. *G* </b></i> >> >> >>><i>Fallon doesn’t want me to touch you.</i> Darian >>>moved closer, pressing his body to mine. <i>Feel it >>>Heather. Feel his repulsion of having my lips on >>>yours. My tongue in your mouth.</i> His hand cupped >>>my breast; his thumbnail scraped over my nipple, an >>>erotic sensation through the thin fabric. <i>He’s >not >>>unawar—Ah. That did it.</i> >>> >>>Fallon shifted, his weight pushing Darian off balance >>>and forcing the kiss to an end. A frown marred his >>>features; his lips were curled in distaste. >>> >>>Darian leaned down towards Fallon. “That’s right, >>>bro. All I have to do is behave like an ass, and >>>she’ll be all over me.” His whisper was soft, but >>>unlike the murmurs I was familiar with when we were >>>lovers, the malice in his tone was unmistakable. >>>“You’re pathetic. What kind of being would allow his >>>brother to fuck his mate? Give her to me? I don’t >>>think so. She’s already mine.” >> >><b> I'm surprised here. I though Darian was the nice >>one. But as I read it, I began to think he's being an >>ass on purpose in order to fire up his brother- right? >></b> > ><b><i>Yup! Darian _is_ the nice one. But he's >working on it. *G* </b></i> > > >>> >>>Without any compunction, I sent us to the only place >I >>>knew where time didn’t exist, and since the place did >>>not exist, we could not exist in it. Immediately, I >>>felt the loss of Fallon. <i>We have all the time in >>>existence. </i> >> >><b> Ok, sorry, this was over my head. I can get a >>place where time doesn't exist, but not how they can >>be in a place that does not exist- then how is it a >>place? </b> > ><b><I>Well, technically, these beings make up their >world as they need it. It doesn’t exist before they >will it to be so. And it can change on the whims of >the players. When Darian was imprisoned there, the >so-called higher beings assumed they were keeping him >away from outside influences, and bound by Darian’s >own promise not to leave of his own will, they further >assumed Darian was under control. What they didn’t >count on was Darian’s ability to see what was >reflected inside. Darian’s mirrors exist because he’s >blind and he uses them to see. He _ made_ his world >of mirrors, and this place as he knows it does not >exist for any but him. He used those mirrors, the >images and the heart’s desire he felt inside to subtly >twist the rules that bound him to boundaries he could >exist in. While the Senate thought they were keeping >his strength from growing by keeping him isolated, he >was exerting his influence in the living world and >using his magic. When Heather spent eternity there >with him, the setting changed at will by what Heather >made it to be. All these beings live in a world of >illusions. It’s not real. And if something is not >real, can it exist?</b></i> > > >>><i>What does it mean Darian?</i> >>> >>><i>Doesn’t matter.</i> He held his hand out as if to >>>say hold on. <i>What does, is that Fallon wants >>>to.</i> >>> >>><i>I don’t understand. </i> >>> >>><i>Raised as a mortal, the easiest way to say it is >>>the world without Fallon would be a less than >pleasant >>>place.</i> >> >><b> this sentence didn't make sense to me. The >>introductory clause seems to be defining someone but >>it is unnattached to any person. Do you mean...Since >>you were raised as a mortal the easiest way I can >>explain it to you is...</b> > ><b><i>Thank You! Totally missed that! </b></i> > >>><i>No. It couldn’t be. That driver was an idiot. >>>The roads were icy. That’s al—</i> >>> >>><i>Don’t </i>YOU<i> get it? Your existence was to be >>>snuffed out because it was feared you’d release me. >>></i> >>> >>><i>I…I did release you.</i> >>> >>><i>Yeah.</i><b> the Yeah here didn't fit with my idea >>of Darian's voice. He usually sounds more formal. It >>jarred me out of the conversation and i had to go back >>and check who was talking. Is he changing? </b> > ><b><i>Yup! When Heather called him out of his prison, >she changed all the rules. You see, when he was >isolated he used his magic in ways that corresponded >to his inherent nature, living with the law within >himself that dictates he satisfy the heart’s desire. >Now he’s free and with every reflection his knowledge >grows and it is possible that his nature will change, >perhaps adapt to his surroundings. And what if that >heart’s desire isn’t all warm and cuddly? And >remember, he is a being that is incapable of saying >no.</b></i> > > >>And now Fallon is insisting on a judgement. >><b> judgement? here's where I started getting lost and >>figured I didn't have all the background. </b> > ><b><i>I’d like to think I’ve covered this, so since >this has been posted before, I have no qualms with >sharing it again, in hopes that it will make these >issues clearer for you. A bit of a set-up. Cadmus >has demanded that she choose between Fallon and >Darian, and when she is unable to do so, he claimed >her for himself.</b></i> > > >Excerpt from working title ‘Mirrors’ >by E.M. Sawatzky © 2009 All rights reserved. >Posted for critiquing purposes only and does not >constitute publication. > >Fallon felt the engaging twin of perception, the >intimate probe in his consciousness. Heather had >discovered the intimate path that existed only between >them. > ><i>Fallon, what should I do? </i> > >A glance at the Sentinel, a being identical in >appearance to himself, confirmed his fears and >eliminated the all too brief ecstasy of her trust in >him. Damn. This complicated matters. > >“Yes Fallon. How do you wish to counsel her?” > >Heather gasped in affront, twisting towards Cadmus. >“Did anyone tell you it’s impolite to eavesdrop? I >was having a private conversation, in MY mind.” > >Cadmus bowed in mock gallantry. <i>I did not mean to >offend you Heather. I had thought you understood your >mind belongs to me. As do you. I humble myself in >seeking your forgiveness.</i> “Fallon, answer her >question. I’m sure Darian would appreciate being part >of the discussion. And I of course, am waiting in >suspense.” > >“The Senate of Peers. Ask for a Judgeme—” > ><i>Fallon? </i> > ><i>Cadmus severed the link, My Hea— </i> > >“Well, well. This is getting more entertaining by the >moment. You’re fortunate that I’m not the jealous >type since I’m sharing you with two others.” His eyes >narrowed, he glared at Heather. “That will stop now. >I do not share.” > >“I. Do.” Heather pushed her hair out of her face in >a nervous gesture at odds with the anger portrayed on >her face. “So. Deal.” > >The Sentinel laughed, a male chuckle of genuine >amusement. “One look in your eyes and you’ll have no >choice.” > >“Try it.” > >He gripped her chin between his thumb and index >finger, forcing her head back. “Be assured that when >I do, I will satisfy your needs.” > >“I have no need of you.” > >“A true innocent. Well found Darian. I find myself >somewhat…eager to show her…well, you understand.” He >glanced at Fallon and Darian in dismissal and >addressed Heather. “Shall we?” > >With the clasp of his hands over hers, the universe >shifted. And Heather was gone. > >Darian and Taryn materialized where Heather had stood. > Fallon, a smirk curling his lips, snapped his >fingers, and sauntered over. > >Darian, his hand reaching out and his fingers shaking >from the effort of holding back, squatted down and >touched the ground. “Fuck.” > >Fallon grinned, hooked his thumbs in his belt loops >and struck an indolent pose. “If you wish. But we >lost our third.” > >Taryn punched him in the shoulder. “Knock it off–” > >“You don’t even care, do you? She’s been claimed.” >Darian stood back up, his blind eyes finding and >holding the attention of his brother. “By a Sentinel >Fallon.” > > “From what I’ve seen, she can handle herself.” Taryn >cleared his throat. “Right?” > >“Right.” Darian exhaled in a gusty breath of >frustration. “And I’m sure with all the experience >Fallon has had with the Senate, he thinks the Sentine—” > >“Fuck off with the sarcasm, lover boy. I know the >purpose of a Sentinel.” > >“She’ll be okay.” Taryn spoke to fill the silence, >glancing first at Fallon and then Darian. “She’s been >around you two long en—” > >“Oh yeah.” All pretence of Fallon’s amusement faded. >“Let’s imagine she’s out taking a stroll among the >stars hand in hand with just another lover. That’ll >bring her back to us.” > >“This is my fault,” Darian said. “I never should >hav—” > >Fallon laughed, but even to him it sounded harsh and >condemnatory. “You damn right you shouldn’t have. >You brought her into our world, a world she didn’t >understand and you wouldn’t explain, then panicked at >the first scent of change and sent her back.” > >Darian struck out, managing to knock Fallon off >balance. “And she would have been safe there if you >hadn’t interfered in something that wasn’t any of your >damned business.” > >“You prick!” Fallon pushed Darian back. “When you >could have claimed her for your mate, you did nothing! > When her needs changed you did nothing to ease her. >Instead you sent her away! You subjected her to what >amounts to torture among our kind.” > >“I did what I had to do.” > >“She remembered you! She spent the last six months in >her world mourning the loss of you. And you ignored >her! Did it ever occur to you that for every second >that passed for her, starting from the time you sent >her away, the Senate was aware of her existence? >While you watched, they decided her fate! Without a >judgement!” > >“I didn’t know. I swear to you, I never saw or felt >any indication she was hurting or in danger.” > >“So blind to everything happening around you, you’re >fine when her needs bring you into her world. You >have everything a male of our kind could ever dream >of, and yet, when she needs you to show her how much >you care, you can’t even summon any passion.” > >“I can’t hurt her!” > >Fallon snorted. > >“I’m not like you.” > >His eyes narrowed, his voice lowered in challenge. >“And what am I like?” > >“Oh come off it. You showed me what you’re capable >of. I felt the urge you had to possess her when you >forced me to play the voyeur. I can’t d—” > >“I guess you can’t do much of anything.” > >Taryn forced himself in front of Fallon, pushing back >shove for shove, so that he stood in the middle. He >faced Darian. “You did what any of us would have >done, so if denial makes you feel better, fine, live >with your delusions. We now have indication she’s >compatible as a mate. She’s tied by association to >you. That’s all that matters to the Senate of Peers. >But you know she wouldn’t have been Fallon’s to claim >if you fulfilled her needs. And she wouldn’t have >been in a position to be taken if you had…Damn it >Darian.” > >He turned back to Fallon. “And you. Is everything >always a game with you?” > >Fallon strode around them, waiting until Darian >accepted him at his back. He stepped forward, >superimposing himself over Darian and then allowing >Darian’s physical presence to become his own. “No. >Not everything is a game for me.” > >“I really hate when you show off.” > >“Thought this conversation should be private.” Fallon >shrugged, settling himself more comfortably. Darian’s >skin fit him like his own, but it did take him a >moment to adjust to the darkness and seeing without >sight. He smiled, satisfied and pleased with the >sensation of anger and strength he felt. “His powers >have grown since he met Heather.” > >“Darian isn’t the problem. You are.” > >“A typical day.” > >“What were you thinking? She’ll demand a judgment for >you in front of the Senate of Peers.” > >“Yeah. Should make for some jumpy males.” > >“Everyone but you.” > >“Yeah.” He grinned. “There’s something to be said >for being the submissive in control—” > >Fallon blocked the blow, regretting not being able to >accept the violence. If blood could be shed all the >better. But it wasn’t to be. He leaned forward, >grabbed Taryn’s shirt in his fists and lifted him from >the ground. His eyes narrowed in anger he couldn’t >unleash. “Remember who, and what, I am. It would be >hard to explain bruises...on Darian.” He tossed Taryn >back, smiling when the male had to stagger back a >couple feet before catching his balance. > >Taryn put his temper aside with visible reluctance. A >quick tug straightened the wrinkled material. “You >risk the exposure of our males.” > >“Not a news flash Taryn. I am a damn nasty little >secret.” > >“Your abilities evolved for a purpose. This situation >unnecessary if you had played your part. All you had >to do was force her against the wall and take her.” > >“I did take her.” Fallon gestured at their >surroundings, the sandy beach, the glistening water >and the majestic waterfall. “I took her home with me. > But ooops. No wall, just a tree.” He smiled. > >“Your arrogance is going to kill you.” > >“One can only hope.” > >“Do you even get that if Darian and Heather were mated >he could be released?” > >“Heather released him.” > >“Only his Peers can release him.” > >“He’s bound by his own will. Darian’s loyalty now >belongs to Heather. You know as well as I, the Senate >that has forsaken him, will never let him out of their >control.” > >“Which demonstrates how dangerous she is to our world!” > >“Heather needs to be protected from our world. A >judgement will do that.” > >“Why the concern for a mortal woman?” Taryn’s eyes >narrowed in contemplation. “What is she to you?” > >Fallon laughed. “Don’t you mean, what can you do to >her to get me to obey?” > >“You don’t know the meaning of the word.” > >“You just haven’t provided the right lessons.” > >“The woman’s death would have cured you of your >unfounded arrogance.” > >“Ah, that’s it. The reason for your anger. Did I >make you look the fool you are? Did I take the >situation out of your control when I prevented her >accident?” Fallon smiled. “Admit that with her >killed in a human manner and Darian quarantined in >innocence in the private world he was abandoned to, >the forthcoming confrontation between us males >wouldn’t be an issue.” > >“There are many angry at your interference.” > >“Yeah. Too bad I don’t give a shit.” > >“We’re short mates. The stronger ones need to be >controlled until they are settled. Until they find >their mate, they are a danger to us all.” > >“Which raises the question of why you’d choose to kill >a mortal compatible with our best, and most powerful >male. Good thing you’re not on her list to judge huh?” > >“She has caused too much trouble. She’s done what no >other has been able to do.” > >Fallon cocked an eyebrow. > >“She’s come between you and your brother.” > >“She’s strong Taryn. She possesses enough pow—” > >“Your purpose is to serve, not judge what female is >worthy.” > >“Believe me, I wanted to serve.” > >“Then why didn’t you?” > >Fallon smiled, a wistful curl of indulgence lost. >“She sensed me and everything I represent.” > >“Impossible. Our females cannot sense you. A mere >woman wouldn’t have stood a chance against your power.” > >“I don’t fuck up. I have mastered my abilities.” > >“And yet you failed a mortal.” > >“You know what I think?” Fallon walked around Taryn, >a deliberate, taunting action to increase the >tenseness in the other male. “I think <i>you</i> >failed. I think you wanted the Sentinel to show up. >That it was Cadmus is all the better because of our >history. I believe you’re hoping he carries on his >trend of killing women.” He pressed his chest against >Taryn’s back like a lover; his hands caressed the >shoulders in a subtle reminder of control as he leaned >in and whispered in Taryn’s ear. “I think you >betrayed me. Shall I use my abilities and see?” > >Taryn shrugged him off. “She’s not yours to protect. >She’s not your mate.” > >His message delivered, Fallon stepped away, completing >his circle around Taryn. Then with an air of docility >that was anything but, strode to where Darian had >stood until Fallon had taken over his physical form. >“I want her for Darian.” > >“You want her for yourself.” > >He grinned. “Come now. I wasn’t created to mate. >Only serve. I will always be alone. When this is >done, it will be as it should be. Heather will hate >me.” He stepped back, blinking against the sudden >brightness. > >Fallon clamped a hand on Darian’s shoulder as if the >private conversation he’d had with Taryn never >happened. “My life has always been a game to be >played. And one thing you should already know.” He >paused, stepping around Darian and standing like a >shield in front of him. “I play to win.” > > > ><b><i>There. Does that help?</b></i> > > >>>The world shifted beneath our feet and we were back >>>under Cadmus’s influence, away from the torture room >>>and back into hell as if nothing had happened. One >>>thought and Cadmus resumed his simpering consolation, >>>pulling me back, away from Fallon. “Heather. There >>>is nothing you can do for Fallon besides let him be.” >>> >>>“I don’t think so.” Rocks cut into my knees and the >>>physical pain was enough to block out the internal >>>torment. I looked around startled. We were alone. >>>The setting a place for lovers, the waterfall a >>>majestic power of its own. I had taken Fallon home. >> >><b> I'm going to summarize what I think this scene is >>showing so you'll know how it came across to a reader >>(remember I may not have all the facts I need). >> >>Heather's love released Darian from their strange >>existence that I don't quite get (hope he's still hot >>and sexy when he gets out snerk) but that caused >>Fallon to suffer because over confident a-hole that he >>seemed (though still so sexy, darn it), he risked >>himself somehow for Heather and I think, his brother >>too. Now, Darian wants Heather to save Fallon, is >>prepared to give her up to do so. But Fallon is saying >>he's not worthy of her. (and won't Darian have to go >>back or is it once released, always released?)</b> > ><b><i>Thanks Susie! Always love to get perceptions >into what’s going on. And of course having these two >be described as sexy is good for their ego. They are >quite happy to serve those that find them so! *G* > >Now, down to business. I’ll summarize what I think >you need to be aware of by this point so the rest >makes sense. *fingers crossed* > >Heather released Darian and brought him into her >world, a world without illusions. But she kept her >awareness of the world Darian exists in and is able to >walk in both. She belongs in both. Fallon wasn’t >hurt because in fact, he was aware of her half-mortal >status from the moment of her conception and had no >interest/desire for her until her need called to him, >after she released Darian from his isolation. No, >essentially, what hurt Fallon was not being able to >satisfy Heather physically once her need became his. >She wouldn’t let him and while it is because she cares >for him, he interprets it differently. Her >‘rejection’ of him, hurts him, makes him feel >unworthy. Being unable to serve, to fight against his >nature causes more than mere pain, it causes doubt, >and makes him vulnerable. Simply put, he has never >been unused before and it makes him question his >purpose. Without complete confidence in their reason >to be, they cease to exist. And this pain he felt was >compounded when Heather assumed Darian’s pain into >herself. And because he has that engaging twin of >perception with her, Fallon assumed her pain and >Darian’s pain into himself as well. So neither of >these males can perform the function they exist for. >Heather is unhappy and the magic of Darian’s she >carries around in her is heightening the feelings they >both have of being undeserving because they are unable >to do what they exist to do. And all three are >sexually frustrated. > >Darian doesn’t so much want Heather to save Fallon, >nor is he able to give her up to do so. Both exist to >satisfy her, and cannot leave her until she is >fulfilled. Darian wants her to get Fallon to the >Senate of Peers at his full strength so he can face >the judgement. Okay, better stop before I ramble too >much. > >Thanks again for taking the time to read and comment. >It’s much appreciated! > >Hugs > >Esther</b></i>
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