Date Posted:18:38:37 10/30/09 Fri Author:Debi Subject: Dunno if I could choose between these tow either! In reply to:
Esther
's message, "Whose side are you on anyway >>>" on 16:42:02 10/27/09 Tue
Maybe that'll be good for them, for them both to realize how powerful she is, let them see things from her perspective a bit.
>
>Before they could protest or shift the flow of magic,
>I drew more inside me. Nausea churned my stomach.
>Dizziness became my world. The ground disappeared
>beneath my feet. I didn’t know which way was up. My
>head pounded. It hurt to breathe. Blood oozed warm
>and disturbing from my nose.
>
>Once again I was drowning in Fallon’s eyes. He had
>crawled to me, wanting to take the sensation of agony
>away, he was attempting to draw himself in. I blanked
>my thoughts, a white canvas waiting for creation.
>Again the universe we existed in shifted. Snow
>settled on our shoulders, our breath came out as a
>visible vapour. Damp from his sweat, his hair froze,
>becoming as unmovable as a snow-capped mountain. Our
>lashes tinged white. Darian’s lips tinted blue, all
>our exposed skin was in danger of frost-bite. It was
>winter and the scent of pine told me we were in the
>woods. Weird question here: do the settings they shift to have any significance, or are they just random, picked by the intensity and randomness of the magic being used? Winter is bleak, can be painful, but also is a symbol for the setting aside of the old in favor of the new to come in spring... or am I reading way too much into this?
>
>Warmth, as necessary as breathing, brought the
>conception of a blazing fire. We all sighed in
>relief. But then our breather breaths? breathing? had to put out the
>inferno, the forest fire that sucked all oxygen from
>our lungs and threatened our escape. So it got out of control that quickly? Or a symbol for the chaotic situation they find themselves in? I'm probably thinking too much.;-) Wasted energy
>drained my purpose. Like a fly caught in a spider’s
>web, I struggled, closing myself off to the visual and
>concentrating on the emotional.
>
>Darian’s acceptance as his skin burned while he
>shimmered through a mirror. Fallon’s frustration as
>he fought to meet his brother; restricted to the
>opposing side he never stopped trying. Darian, whose
>love for women turned him into a slave for the needs
>of others. Fallon, his lust for the same, was the
>chain that bound him to the wants of those that would
>use him. Each a powerful being in control of who they
>would serve. Each a vulnerable male exposed to the
>whims of those weaker. Quite a divergance of ideas; powerful but weak, in control but enslaved. I like the contrast.
>
>More images swirled by, a kaleidoscope of memories.
>The depths of Darian’s eyes. The changing tides of
>Fallon’s. A moonlit beach. A kiss shared among the
>stars. A dance. A waterfall. The images rolled
>together creating a mass of torment. The sensations
>each recollection instilled grew in importance.
>
>Darkness descended; shadows covered the reflections
>and became my saviour. I saw as Darian. Blind, I
>perceived what was exposed inside. And in that
>awareness, because he had given me a gift an eternity
>ago, I had the knowledge and power to assume his hurt.
>
>Fallon grunted; Darian moaned.
>
>I screamed.
>
>The swirling ramifications inside me came to a stop
>and I understood. Too late I recognized the pain from
>each; the regrets of the past, the lost hopes for the
>future. Their wishes and dreams shattered because of
>my ignorance. Her ignorance? Is her accepting and channelling their pain doing something specific, or is this a larger ignorance that is hurting them?
>
>Worse now, because Fallon lived in me. In addition to
>what I felt, he now contended with the backlash of
>what Darian had living inside him. His anguish
>tripled because of my whim. My hasty actions ensured
>Darian would have a chance at the cost of Fallon’s
>existence.
>
>“Come. It is over.” Cadmus helped me to my feet; his
>offer of solace for my loss leading me away. “You’ve
>made your choice for a mate.”
>
>His face a blur, I shrugged out of his grasp. “No!”
>
>It is as I have willed it, Honey. Go with Cadmus.
>Darian will come to you when he is able.
>
>No!
>
>Darian will take you good care of you.
>
>Cadmus’s arm extended toward me. I swerved out of his
>reach, the sudden movement sending me careening to the
>ground. With a need I couldn’t deny, I scrambled
>toward Fallon. I have NOT chosen. And I
>WON’T sacrifice you for him.
>
>I am not worthy, Heather. His voice was weak
>and tired. Accepting. Resigned. I am nothing but
>a being whose usefulness has passed.
>
>“Heather. It is done.” Fingers grabbed onto my
>shoulder. “As we speak, your time here is recorded
>history.”
>
>Again I yanked myself away, Cadmus’s effort being for
>naught. A simple thought and Cadmus was immobilized,
>frozen in time while the seconds continued to pass the
>rest of us by. So she really is quite powerful... I reached Fallon, and kneeling beside
>him, lifted his head onto my lap. His shackles
>disappeared at my whim. He didn’t move.
>
>Fallon? Warm blood oozed over my hand.
>Frantic, I realized it was coming from his ear.
>Fallon!
>
>He didn’t respond.
>
>My Heart. Darian rolled over to his side, his
>hand stretching toward me. Let me help you.
>
>I am NOT leaving Fallon like this.
>
>You misunderstand my intent.
>
>I’m beginning to think you don’t you care about him
>at all.
>
>I love with all my power. It’s because of my magic
>that this is happening. Darian pulled himself a
>little closer to us, still weak, but recovering.
>
>You caused this? Fallon’s eyes were closed,
>his skin feverish. My skirt was soaked with a
>combination of sweat and blood.
>
>Yes. Listen. I can help you. His hand
>reached out for mine. But you’ll have to trust
>me.
>
>At this point, I’d do anything. Fallon’s breathing
>was non-existent, his silence and lack of life the
>worst consequence I could imagine. I met Darian’s
>gaze, allowing my fingers to twine with his. What
>would you have me do?
>
>Darian relaxed, the tension leaving his body, and he
>lay at my side, an image of a being exhausted from
>effort. Everything and nothing, My Heart. You
>kiss him. Caress him. Tease him. Torment him with
>your touch. Invoke his lust. Make him forget
>everything but how much he needs to pleasure you.
>
>“Sex? That’s your solution?” You think he needs
>to get a little grind going on and he’ll be all
>better?Right to the point; that's my girl!On cue, Fallon turned toward me, his body
>shifting as if uncomfortable.
>
>Impossible as it was, Darian grinned. Don’t think
>it. I know it.
>
>Right. Can you hear the sarcasm Darian?
>
>My Heart, you stopped time. Fallon is fighting the
>effects to get back to you.
>
>Fallon is too strong for my pitiful attempt to trap
>him in time.
>
>Yet you tried anyway, and succeeded in pissing him
>off. He’s an arrogant male and you meant to reverse
>the roles.
>
>Yeah, and you’re the same. I don’t hear your
>silence.
>
>Power, raw and uninhibited, emanated from Darian. The
>scent of him, the addicting spice I loved from the
>first moment, swelled as if it had been simmering for
>an eternity to enhance the flavour. Physically, he
>became…more. While I had always been attracted to
>him, now I was mesmerized to the point of
>enthrallment. I lived to watch the aggressive play of
>his muscles, cut to precision and in perfect
>proportion. He pushed up from the ground, an erotic
>movement which left nothing to the imagination. He
>could take me like that. From behind. I gasped at
>the contraction of his abdominals, the obvious roll of
>his hips as he twisted toward me. Okay, that way too.
> Our gazes collided with a jarring impact. Hunger
>darkened his eyes. Lust blossomed.
>
>His lips curled in a sensual smile I had never seen on
>his face before. I recognized it however. If it
>wasn’t for the very obvious prone body whose head
>rested in my lap, I’d have sworn it was Fallon
>standing before me. For the first time, I understood
>and recognized the utter strength of the male being
>before me, the charisma he possessed but kept hidden.
>In my yearning for Fallon, I had done Darian a grave,
>and unwarranted, disservice.
>
>Why? Why would yo—
>
>A dominant male, Darian moved toward me, his actions
>deliberate, his intent to conquer.
>
>Wha…what are you doing?
>
>His gaze focused on my lips. His index finger stroked
>my cheek before his hand cupped the back of my neck
>and propelled me closer to his descending mouth.
>What it appears.
>
>He captured my breath, his lips applying just the
>right amount of pressure to arouse and not hurt. His
>tongue invaded my mouth, stealing the plunder without
>qualm. He wrapped his hand around my hair, applying
>tension to heighten the sensation of being at his
>mercy.
>
>Being a jerk?
>
>Fallon doesn’t want me to touch you. Darian
>moved closer, pressing his body to mine, twisting my
>torso to fit the contours of his chest. Feel it
>Heather. Feel his repulsion of having my lips on
>yours. My tongue in your mouth. His hand cupped
>my breast; his thumbnail scraped over my nipple, an
>erotic sensation through the thin fabric. He’s not
>unawar—Ah. That did it.
>
>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.”
>
>“Darian!”
>
>His lips brushed Fallon’s nape. “You know, while you
>lay there and will yourself to die, remember what
>it’ll mean.”
>
>Fallon’s head moved back and forth. “No…no…can’t
>do…Heather. She…deserves…bet..ter.”
>
>“Better than you? Oh yeah, you damned right she does.
> At least I love her.” Darian straightened.
>
>“…Can’t do that to her…don’t…you…hurt her…”
>
>“Well, of course not. At least not right away. I
>won’t be able to. But you know, there’s a good chance
>with you dead, I’d possess your powers. I’ll be able
>to say no, and I’ll be capable of the rough se—”
>
>“No…no. Deserves better than a whore.”
>
>“Is that what you think you are?” Darian laughed.
>“Guess you’re not a very good one. You left Heather
>unsatisfied.”
>
>Darian what the hell are you doing?
>
>He’s feeling something other than pain now.
>
>Words have the power to hurt too, Darian. I can’t
>let you do thi—
>
>Touch him like you care.
>
>I do care. My fingers traced over his cheek,
>feeling the strong angles, wondering how even in pain
>his features held such magnificence. At my touch, he
>eased, and crazy as it was, given what I knew of
>Fallon’s power, it made sense. I swallowed, needing
>to make him understand, but I couldn’t speak.
>Instead, I soothed his hair, willed the thick mass to
>detangle under my ministrations.
>
>“You feel that, bro? That’s the touch of a woman who
>loves you. She honours you with her tears. And here
>you lay, weak and pitiful. Unable and unwilling to
>satisfy her needs.” Darian scoffed, a rude sound of
>disgust. And then, he took Fallon’s chin in his hand
>and forced Fallon to honour the oath. “Look into my
>eyes. Let me see the truth you know is there.”
>
>His lashes flickered open, and with utter
>ruthlessness, Darian sought the reflections. AWesome scene between the two brothers! Darian can be the musky, dominant male too! Woo hoo! But dear, Fallon. This is still quite a mess to be untangled. I eagerly await the next installment!
at last i could follow their inner dialogue without getting lost! i understand now that this universe demands a lot deeper immersion than a few excerpts would allow. something tells me that we’ll only understand everything when we read the book. but now i have come to terms with what i don’t understand with a more subtle approach: i just let myself go. with the first read, without reading your comments, i abandoned myself in their dilemma and the feeling came to me. somehow it was clear to me, like when you focus your vision to be able to see an image hidden in a stereogram. for the first time it was clear to me that Damian is trying to save Fallon by defying him to fight. it reminds me of when Claire is struggling to save Jamie’s life and she appears to him as Jack Randall and challenges him to live, if not out of will, at least out of rage. it’s an act of love. even the sex makes sense. there’s always too much sex :-)))) all the sex hides the love, but i guess that’s the intention. maybe that’s what Heather’s strength is all about. after all she loves them both. and love is the most powerful force of change. but then again i may be wrong…
dea, 10:23:25 11/03/09 Tue