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Posted on June 7, 2010 at 01:52:13 AM by Nimueh & Avalon
N I M U E H & A V A L O N I saw a fox by the rabbit hole; you saw a prince form a fairy tale. “You don’t mean that,” Nimueh says as he disregards those who he had helped. It was true she was naïve, she always had been, even after Mallos, it seemed to be a quality she would never truly be able to shed. She saw the good in everyone, even those who could not see it in themselves, operating on her belief that no one was entirely without redeeming qualities. This philosophy had been shaken, tested, and she feared Mallos, feared the lack of humanity in him, the lack of conscience and all of his rage. “You always seem to see the worst in people, wish that they would leave you alone, but Joel, no matter how reluctantly you help them, you still do it!” Glancing across at him, she sighs once more, noticing that Avalon is starting to shiver from the cold. She can feel Joel pulling away from him, shutting her out, everyone seems to pull away from her in the end, Juniper, Arthur, her lost baby girl, and she would remain behind, constant as the air around her. “Joel!” she said, the smallest of hints of frustration in her voice, “heroes are from stories! Look at Arthur, I grew up in my homeland listening to the heroics of Arthur Pendragon, the ultimate hero some people said, but look at him! He’s a man, like any other, he has his faults, we all have our faults, but we all have our good sides too!” Dropping her gaze, Nimueh finds her eyes fixed on the floor once more, aware of the steady decrease in temperature. She moved away from Joel slightly, running her hand along the masonry for a few paces and looking up at the stars, the same as they had always been, a glimpse into the past, her father had always told her, a place where Nimueh did not want to tread. He moves suddenly, and she jolts, much in the way that her familiar might do at any sudden loud noise, feeling his fingers close around her arms in a strong grip, a small gasp of surprise escaping her generous lips. Nimueh raises her hands, as if to save herself from a forwards fall, but instead of stone, she feels the skin of her hands meet with the flesh of Joel’s chest, green eyes searching his face, trying to project her confusion to him. She is not physically strong, she never has been, her frame a little too thin, a little too delicate and doll-like, and she can do little to repel him, just as she had been able to do little to repel Mallos. Nimueh feels his hot breath against her face, his mouth hovering inches away from her own, his words tumbling out in a flurry, giving her no time to respond. She does not want anything from him, not really, not in the way he seems to think she does. She wants whatever he is willing to give her, nothing more or less than that. She does not intend to push him, to provoke him, and she wants to tell him so, yet just as she tries to form the words, he silences her with a kiss. It was not gentle, not tender, there was a passion there, a hunger, and she did not know how to react to it, whether to try and pull away or to lean into it, she had not do this before, it was all new, all new and all so fast. Her fingers curl slightly, and she feels his tanned skin slide past the tips of her fingers as she feels his own fingers slipping through her hair. His mouth is insistent and she yields to him, lips parting slowly, green eyes closing as Avalon stands on the wall, ears directly up, brown eyes held wide, receiving no messages from his mistress and not knowing how to react. Joel break away from her slightly, his mouth still so close to her own, part of her, a part of her she had not previously been aware of wants to lean forwards towards him, whilst another part, the part she knows is bewildered as a child. ”Too late” Nimueh tells him, her Welsh accent strengthening, a single tear, which she had not felt coming, drifting over the freckles of her cheek, prevented from wiping it away by his hold on her. “I don’t want to be her Joel, I don’t want to be what she was to you, I just…I just want you to stop hurting because I know how it feels, and I hurt less when I’m with you, I feel safe.”  |
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- but thanks for loving me, cause you're doing it perfectly - By joel June 8, 2010 at 02:04:03 AM
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