Life Sometimes Sends You Curve Balls (locked to Smith)

[aille]

Punching the bag that was hanging from the cealing, she couldn't help but feel hurt. They knew... knew who took her... an offering... nothing more than an offering for someone. Was her whole childhood a lie? Was her whole life a lie

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[mistersmith_tm]

From his position in the Main Temple, Mister Smith suddenly felt Aille's anger and turmoil as acutely as if the punches she landed on the exercise bag had been aimed at his heart. With a gasp of surprise, he nearly dropped the ceremonial cup he'd been holding. Setting it down on the alter with shaking hands, he mumbled an apology to the pilgrim who had come to seek audience with Bliss. He walked quickly to the door that lead into the garden and only began to run when he was clearly out of sight of the worshiper

[aille]

It took some time before she really focused in on him, her turmoil deep inside. "Smith?" she blinked a few times, "Oh dear gods..." She reached out and clutched his shirt as if looking for a firm ground.

"How could he?"

[mistersmith_tm]

He dropped the hoe behind him, out of the way, and took cupped her face in his hands. "Who, Aille?" he asked, searching her eyes. "What's happened? What's wrong?"

[aille]

"Merlin... he... Psyche found out what happened..." tears started to spill down her cheeks, "Was my whole life a lie?" Even as she said it, she knew he wouldn't understand the question, but it was hard to explain.

[mistersmith_tm]

"Merlin?" Confused, he tried to make sense of her words. He'd read about Merlin once. It was a book, called the Once and Future King . Merlin was a wizard of some kind. An old man with a long white beard. But what did the guardian of King Arthur have to do with Aille? "Psyche found what happened to Merlin?" But what did that have to do with Aille? And why was she so upset?

"I don't understand," he confessed, gently stroking her cheek. "Please. Tell me."

[aille]

Taking a deep shuttering breath, "Merlin was the one... the one who stole me from my mother's arms..." she still cluched at his shirt, her fingers hurting from the pressure. "I was to be no more than an offering..." spitting out the last word.

[mistersmith_tm]

He heard his shirt begin to tear, so tight was her grip as she twisted the cloth in her fingers. But it was her words and the look in her eyes that tore at his heart. "Merlin. King Arthur's Merlin?" He searched her face. "Why? What offering? To who? To what? And why you?"

[aille]

"I don't know... they didn't know or wouldn't tell.. apparently he thought it would be less painful because there were two of us!" She let go of his shirt before tairing it completely off his body, as it was it would need repair before it could be warn again. "He distroyed my family... and now... now my own life is a lie!" She wasn't sure if she wanted to see her own mother to ask her the truth of the matter.

[mistersmith_tm]

A swirl of emotions gripped him, both hers and his own. Renewed anger at the injustice of what had been done to Aille and Bliss. To the parents that had sired and borne them with every hope of raising a happy family, whole and intact. Anger at the man -- the creature! -- who had ripped Aille from her birth parents for some unnameable purpose. If he had that villain here and now, within reach, Merlin would need more than magic to save himself from Smith's rage and what had been done to his beloved.

But in that anger was also compassion and concern for Aille, caught in the swirl of emotions that engulfed her.

"You're life isn't a lie," he assured her as he drew her into his arms, kneeling there before her. "Whatever was done to you, you are still Aille. My beloved Aille."

[aille]

Laying her head on his shoulder, she started to cry softly; "I love you too Smith... you are my constant right now. I need you..." looking up, she sighed, "I promised that I wouldn't go find him... because it wasn't the same man, same soul, different man... but if he EVER comes near us... I will kill him!"

[mistersmith_tm]

He kissed her cheek and began to stroke her hair, soothing her as she cried. "I love you, Aille. I've always loved you. Angus loved the Aille you were then, growing up with the celts. And I love you now and forever, the Aille you are. You couldn't have been one without the other." He met her gaze as she looked into his eyes. "And believe me," he continued in a voice that was deceptively calm but filled with quiet anger, "If I ever set eyes on this monster called Merlin, I'll kill him myself for what he's put you through."

[aille]

She met his eyes for a few more moments before laying her head on his shoulder and nodding into it, "I expect no less... but please, do not go looking for the man... I need you here." She gripped the back of his shirt with her hands and sighed.

"I think I distroyed our work out room..."

[mistersmith_tm]

Oh, how well she knew him! Perhaps he hadn't actually thought it but no doubt the idea was already forming in the back of his mind.

"I promise. For you. I won't go looking for him," he said. "I won't leave you." He continued to stroke her hair as he let his gaze skim the room. "I wouldn't say destroyed. Not really. Modified it a maybe. It was time for some new equipment anyway."

[aille]

She actually ended up laughing into his shoulder a little bit, "Modified it a bit..." she smiled a bit, "a bit more than a bit..." backing up a bit, "I think... I think Bliss is in as bad shape as I am... They told us both at the same time."

"I love you Mister Smith, you make me proud to be your wife."

[mistersmith_tm]

"Modified. Not the word?" He looked thoughtful. "How about 'redecorated'?" Kissing her nose, he said sincerely, "I love you, Mrs. Smith. You make me the luckiest man in the world to be your husband." Slowly pushing himself to his feet, he offered her his hand. "Would you like to go see Bliss? I think we could all use a group hug."

[aille]

"Redecorated sounds about right..." Looking around and looking a little sheepish, since the punching bag had been the last thing she'd gotten to, and the rest hadn't really withstood her anger...

Accepting his hand, she got to her feet and then moved closer into his arms, "I think we could as well." Not moving anyway, she needed his arms right now.