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Subject: Different Author: Tyrsis Escalvone [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 05/17/05 12:40:53am Tue In reply to: kyuusai 's message, "strange..." on 05/16/05 11:52:55pm Mon Tyrsis did not notice, not at first, not until Damuthca was lain in bed and she had curled up beside him. Garnet wings once more enfloded them both, laying across the blanket that Dashell had placed over them. Damuthca's skin was icy, cold red aura fading and growing like a slow heartbeat. She paused, golden eyes glazing momentarily before she shook her head. He was stabalized somehow, her Damuthca was no longer fading so quickly... but he would fade into nothing if she didn't somehow act. The Emperor's words haunted her, even as she looked up to thank Dashell and the three students who had helped. Simple pulsed with barely hidden darkness as usual, but the boy standing next to her was something entirely different. There were more pressing matters on her mind however. Exhausiotn clouded everything, making any trail of thought she attempted to follow end in only one thought... ...but I love him. That thought ran repeatedly through her mind as Dashell shut the door to the office behind him, having urged the others to leave prior. She hardly noticed him leave, slipping quietly into sleep beside Damuthca. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]