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Date Posted: 05/29/07 11:37pm
Author: Dane
Subject: You belong to me
In reply to: Sabrina 's message, " Do you believe in magic " on 05/29/07 11:29pm

(He was quiet once the song was finished, focused on the feel of her hair sifting through his fingers, and the earthy scent of her washing over him. Oddly enough, it wasn't his singing that had calmed him down, it was her quiet presense there. She hadn't backed away from him, run when she had the chance.. nor had she made some snarky comment on his rudeness with the maid. He was grateful for that.. it gave him a sense of hope that he clung to with a ferocity that scared him. His fingers brushed her neck and he remembered that he had - as of yet - not marked her as his own. His eyes moved over the pale skin just below and behind her ear and he reached out to mark her, only to pause as she spoke. He felt as though she had socked him in the gut, and it took a full minute for his breath to find him again. He let her go on, knowing that there was more to it than a simple statement of fact. She was greiving as he was, he could recognize that.. and his soul cried out for a kindred spirit. His father had died of illness several years before.. but his mother.. she had died not but a year ago.. at the hands of the McKail.) I have a brother.. He suffers. (He said simply, not looking at her, but at her hair in his hand. He started to brush again, becoming lost in the simple act.) Sometimes at night I can hear her screaming.. locked in the tower with the fire. (His tone became bitter as he spoke, though it was the sadness that overlaid everything. He tucked her hair behind her ear.) She would have liked you very much. (He said after another moment.)

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