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Posted on September 14, 2012 at 02:33:54 AM by Dyna Bowmore
 Dyna’s eyes softened. What a lonely way to go, how sad that they had just pushed him out in a boat. Perhaps it was their custom, to let the almost-dead complete their sufferings alone. Perhaps, at that point, you wouldn’t care to see anyone. The dead are always alone, Christoph used to say, when she asked about burials. Stabbed to death, this King. Was that his destiny? If he was always meant to be King, perhaps he was also always meant to be stabbed. Well, she wouldn’t let anyone, not as long as he was with her. Things that might happen. Like, I knew that when I came into the castle, my cousin Christoph would be here. She stopped, in horror. What would Christoph do if he knew she had just expressed the secret of his existence. She rushed on, hoping Arthur hadn’t noticed. Perhaps it’s because my life isn’t that unpredictable, but they’re usually things I could have worked out anyway. I didn’t know you… I mean, I hadn’t seen that you’d… be here. She stumbled to a confused halt, just as she realised that he was looking deeper into her eyes than before. His grey eyes seemed to rise almost independently towards her, and suddenly she was kissing him. Her eyes still open, she saw his close in a practiced kisser’s ease, and the warped view of his face brought his eyelashes, the slight creases at the sides of his eyes, the slight stubble lower down his face, to her attention, and then sensation took over and her eyes closed, automatically, as though deciding that her sense of sight was a sense too much. After the slow pace of the afternoon until then, the comforting talk, time seemed to loosen its ties and bound forward, emotions crashing around her. It was as though someone had opened a flood gate and she was being filled with foaming, churning excitement, passion, curiosity. But above it all, her thoughts serenely turned at the sign saying ‘panic’, and she blushed with painful self-awareness. Her legs at an awkward angle for this, her hip hurting as she leaned on it into him, not knowing what to do with her hands, which had to stay wedged below her to support her but which, perhaps, should have, as his did, been involved… and his was warm against her neck. She wanted him to pick her up and make her helpless, she wanted him to stop and let her breath, she wanted him to come closer to her, she wanted him to say something to tell her what was happening, she wanted his skin against hers, she wanted to run away, she wanted to kiss his jawline. He was kneeling on the floor and she found herself sliding off the couch into him, slowly, uncontrollably. She knew in the second before it happened that it was going to, and broke away from him, baffled laughter leaping to her mouth, as she fell to the floor in a rustle and dried leaf murmur of tearing material. Now a little lower than him, inelegant, she reached one delicate hand, finally freed of her weight, up around his neck and pulled him gently into her, her eyes searching for his, and then kissed him softly, almost to stop him from thinking her laughter was at him, or to stop him from thinking too much about the amusement of her tumble. Arthur… DYNA BOWMORE
there's a bell in my ears... there's a wide white roar...
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- I will wait for you - By arthur & pendragon September 14, 2012 at 04:03:41 AM
- oh my god it's alright - By Dyna Bowmore September 14, 2012 at 04:50:09 AM
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