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Madjael & Anawiel
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Date Posted: 22:07:12 06/14/02 Fri
He leaned back against the wall, head in hands. Namun had struck something in him, deep down. It wasn't an emotion's exactly, more a realisation. Rumours spread fast amoung men. Rumours of war in the north, men, women and children slaughtered. Like animals. That's all men were to orcs - animals.
He felt a soft hand on his shoulder. It soothed his shoulder and stroaked the nape of his neck like winter's first snowflakes. Madjael looked up, directly into Anawiel's green catlike eyes. The fire of her soul seemed to burn deep into her pupils, that now were cooler and full of concern. He often wondered why no one ever guessed she was a witch. Her eyes betrayed her.
"Are you alright? Your mother got called away."
"I just..." Madjael tried to speak, but there were too many words. "I don't know. It's not Namun. I am over her. I had my closure long ago, but," He faltered again, "Everytime I see her, talk to her, something just tears inside."
Anawiel slipped her arm through his and began to lead him towards the city centre.
The tavern was loud with the chatter of voices and laughter every few seconds from various clusters of people. Anawiel sat near a group of fiddlers, their music drowned out by the noise around them. A fight broke out at the next table, nearly knocking Madjael over. He came over to their table and passed a large tankard of ale to her. She was sitting between Delisa and Téril. Anawiel had a feeling that if she wasn't then Téril may never have children. She raised the wooden pint to her mouth. The ale still warm from the pump ran down her throat.
The fighters at the next table were soon thrown out and a few extremely drunk people had begun to dance to the fiddle music, including Delisa and Téril. She and Madjael sat in silence watching the dancers. Neither of them spoke a word until Madjael stood up suddenley.
"Shall we go now? You may have trouble getting back into you quarters if you roll in before you're afternoon shift with mother." Without waiting for an answer he left through the huge oaken door.
Anawiel hurried after him. The afternoon sun cast his shadow across the cobbles. When he heard her coming he stopped, waiting arms folded. Anawiel watched Madjael's face carefully. His expression was unreadable.
They reached Madjael's room first. They both stopped, and looked at each other nearly subconsiously.
"I shall see you later then?" Anawiel asked it merely to break the silence. He nodded, and she turned to leave.
Madjael nearly let her go then. In a split second his arm shot out, grabbing her slender wrist. Anawiel turned around, puzzled. He drew her towards him gently, but firm and demanding. Of course she knew what he was about to do, but she never tried to stop him.
Even as his mouth brushed her's.His lips were warm and sweet. Anawiel felt herself relax in his arms before she knew what was happening. She deepened the kiss, pulling him closer to her, feeling his heart beating so fast against her own.
Madjael reached for the door handle and pulled Anawiel inside, dragging at the bodice of her gown and runnign his fingers through her hair.
Anawiel wasn't thinking. Part of her wanted to push Madjael away, to tell him it was wrong, they were friends and nothing more. But part of her yearned to feel the heat of someone else's body against hers again. To be free to feel whatever she wanted to feel.
Madjael pushed her back onto the low bed and the world seemed to fall away.
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