| Subject: The pub, part 3 (yes, long tiome since the last update. Think the last part is in archive 2 by now) |
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Madjael and Namün
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Date Posted: 14:09:32 08/23/02 Fri
"I'll manage." Madjael whispered with a small hint of laughter, if only a feeble one.
"And so will you, because you're strong. There are moments that change your life and you can't stop that. No one can, it happens. But the change isn't important. It's what you do with it that counts. That's what makes you the way you are. Namo already knows what is going to come for us and when, so just let whatever is going to happen, happen. And don't fight it. It's doesn't work."
"You say that like it's so simple, but it's not. All my life I've had to fight, just to stay alive. I don't know what I'd do if I just gave in.
Besides, maybe I'm not as strong as I thought I was."
"Is that not always the case? You believe you are something and that something means everything to you and then you discover that it is nothing. Merely a mirage." Madajel let his trail of thought follow through, savouring his words, as if he said few so often. "Maybe you need to give in. Let something else be your conscience for once. Try trusting your real feelings more."
With these words, Madjael stretched his arms gently detaching Namün from his shoulder. He stood up slowly, testing his numb limbs and brushing old ash from his clothes. He offered his hand to Namün to pull her up.
She gingerly took it and allowed him to help her to her feet, with all the gentle care of a lover, then sniffed and wiped her eyes.
"Exactly what are you asking from me, Madjael?" she asked quietly. "Because I'm not quite sure that I understand, and I don't know if you do either."
"What I am saying is that maybe you should, I don't know," He sighed, trying to think of the words, "Throw caution to the wind. Isn't that what people say? Let your heart rule your head. What I am asking from you is for a chance."
Madjael gulped as his raised his eyes to look directly at Namün's face.
"Just one last chance. To prove that I can give you the care you deserve, that you need. To prove that I would do anything and everything to have you love me the way I love you. One chance - that's all I'll ever ask of you, Namün."
She knew it had been coming, but didn't know how to answer. Part of her couldn't help wondering what it would be like to be in a relationship that wasn't doomed from the start, and might actually have a future.
"And if I were to give you that chance? What then?"
He raised his eyebrows. "Oh, I think you know what comes next Namün." he lowered his voice, leaving the edge of promise in it, "But it's up to you, if truth be told. I don't want to force you to do something, but I may have to." Madjael gently touched her powder soft cheek, smoothing a lock of hair behind her ear. "So? What's it going to be?"
For no possible reason that she could think of, she found herself leaning into his touch. Encouraged by her lack of resistance he grew bolder and shifted the hand round to the back of her head to tangle her fingers in his hair.
"That's the first time I've heard you give a girl a choice in the matter." she said archly. "You must be very confident your charms are going to work."
"Are you sure I'm giving you a choice?" He smoothed the skin on the side of her neck and across to her shoulder, "Or could I know more about you than you think?"
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