| Subject: umm... dunno what to post... angst can't end this soon... |
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Saeven
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Date Posted: 09:13:25 04/05/02 Fri
Saeven bites the inside of her lip, feeling hot tears slowly welling up behind her eyes again. She wants to weep, but she will not allow herself to. Why? Why did it have to happen like this? It would have been so much easier if he hadn't felt anything... even if he hated her. How could she explain to him now what could never be? The price she had paid for staying Whole...
She wants to collapse against him and recieve and return his love. More than anything. I have dwelt too long with mortals, she thinks bittersweetly to herself, to let myself be so controlled. But, after all, I am only a phooka, and we are silly creatures. But that doesn't change reality. She had consciously agreed to the decree of the Faery Queen, and she could not go against it now.
Summoning every ounce of strength in her, Saeven says, almost machanically, "It cannot be, love," and she pulls herself up, kissing him on the cheek and forehead. It will be easier if he does not know why, lest he be always stubborn and try to turn the forces of fate. And then, in a quiet voice that is obviously fighting tears, "I'm sorry."
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