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[gremlinctrouble]

The night still waning on and the house still and quiet as the mogs lay sleeping and the help now gone to their rooms. Anna sauntered through the door to the portal room, stopping a bit to wait for Ramon. Tired eyes gazed to him, lips curling into a sweetly happy smile.

"Come, Mon Cher..."

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[8th_castellan]

*Tenatively entering, his eyes couldn't help but slowly sweep the room. The last time he was here, the atmosphere wasn't nearly as inviting. What with the way she had been deathly ill. And while even now, such a threat of her life hung over them like a shrouded pall, he did his best not to think of it now. He'd rather focus on the here and now presently.

And the here and now was Anna.

Removing his hat and coat and hanging them on the chair he had sat in last time he visited here, the seat from where he had originally professed his feelings to her, he slowly turned and faced the dark-haired woman. He couldn't help but feel a tad nervous. Even with her affectionate gestures back at the Nexus, he was unclear on just how she was seeing this evening playing out. He decided he wouldn't push it either way.*

*coughs into his fist nervously before speaking* So, Anna. Are...Are we just going to bed down then? You do look terribly tired...

[gremlinctrouble]

*In regard to his question, her own mind racing best it could without Annek's mewling and biting comments interupting on how to achieve her nice and quiet evening with the man before her, Anna nodded. Breathing out a small wistful sigh, the woman moved down the hall over the long persain carpet of a deep crimson plush. Painted portraits loomed and leered down at her and all that passed between the walls. Some of the eyes looked with evil intent, where as some (most of them children) beamed with glittering eyes and bright smiles.

The length of the halls were spotted by old suits of Drow and Enchanted armor, between them tall standing golems that had been deactivated for the time being.

The woman entered her room, which looked like half of her wardrobe had spilled out of the walk in closet, and then been organized into towering stacks by color. Anna sat on the edge of her bed, eyes still off for the stained glass window on the Southern wall.*

I am... Beyond tired, Ramon. Even with Raine's help, my head feels torn...

[8th_castellan]

*He slowly crossed the room over to where she sat and pulled himself up into a seated position next to her on the bed. Considering his options on conversation at this point, not many of them seemed all that suitable for light banter. He could bring up the clothing that were strewn in piles all around them. But who knew what the purpose of that might be. It might bring up an upleasant subject leaning towards what ultimately awaited them

[gremlinctrouble]

((Okidoos. Sleep sweet, lovely.))

*Anna blinked to his question amidst her tiredly closing eyes. Her head turned to him, eyebrows stitched together in curious thought. Her body slumped a little, head downcast with gaze set into her lap. Her hands fidgeted some in her lap as she found the right way to phrase it all.*

Raine... is my Sorrin Knight. On Kesaid, Sorrin's are assigned to casters for protection through a very solid oath and a very high degree of bond. Raine also happens to be a very powerful psion. He seems to think it's a manner of willing your way to be done. I think it is more of having the God's grant those favors to be done. He... He helped me to be strong, which was at its highest when I was very young. About eighteen to be exact.

In order stabilize myself, Raine used his psionic power to suppress Annek to a void-like part of my brain, thus giving me time to find a way to properly... fix it.

Raine may be a cold hearted bastard... But he knows his duty as a Sorrin come before that of a low life...

[8th_castellan]

*Salazar nods slowly. He didn't entirely understand, what with his limited knowledge on magic and the lingo tied to it, but it made sense. Somewhat.*

Hm, that is indeed interesting. Of course, really, the impression I've garnered of Senor Raine through our contact thus far is that he does most certainly have a sense of honor and duty.

And I am, as stated earlier, quite happy that this Annek is supressed for the time being. All the more time I get to spend with you, the better.

But, of course, right now, you do indeed look quite tired. You should get some rest. Do not worry, I am not going anywhere. I will not leave this room until I have earned your dismissal. I promise. If you sleep now, I will still be here when you wake.

*As he finished that last thought, one of his hands slowly crept over to hold one of her own, a melancholy smile on his face.*

[gremlinctrouble]

*As the woman opened her mouth to protest her immediate rest, Anna stopped, only a tiny note having reached her throat as his hand now held hers. Orange eyes fell to his fingers about her own, body still for a long moment before relaxing. She join him to let her own fingers receive his. A warm smile eased onto her lips. She would have given anything at that very moment to let this linger on forever. A peaceful quiet. A gentle embrace.

Anna leaned to the side, letting her forehead touch the curve of his shoulder. Her cheek nuzzled the fabric of his jacket while lips pursed in thought. Fingers tightened around him, bringing his hand to her lips to place a kind kiss to his knuckles.*

[8th_castellan]

*He looked down kindly at Anna as her head rested against his shoulder, his insides fluttering slightly as her soft lips pressed against the back of his hand. At this moment, he felt more than ever his desire to be the one to always remain by her side, the one who would protect her, love her, cherish her, fufill her. But he felt like a failure in nearly all those respects. He could not save her, pull her away from the abyss of death. Even infecting her with Plaga would do nothing, he feared. While it would certainly make her into the same as he, it wouldn't push out the malevolent soul eating away at her. Instead, it would just give this Annek a whole slew of new powers to have at her disposal once she fully engulfed Anna

[gremlinctrouble]

Her imense state of tire did nothing but worsen the able tears and sniffling silent sobs that begged to reach outward and breath on the world. Hands loosened to let touch fall on his sides, arms working to give him a close and kind hug. Even the strength she had to withhold her tears couldn't stop her body from trembling in uncertainty.

Why now? After things were finally starting to head up, it all was just crashing down back in a shattered heap before her. The threads were fraying. The Worlds were being destroyed. And love beckoned her heart and soul once more.

"R-Ramon... You know I love you?.... Right?"

[gremlinctrouble]

((OH! Also. Two things. One is for Ash Williams-mun whenever the hell I see them again... The other is just because I like to share teh awesomeness that is Anna-Necromancer.))

[8th_castellan]

((*laughs frelling ASS off at the first one* If you don't get that to Ash's mun anytime soon, I'll be sure that he sees/uses it. XD TOTALLY. He NEEDS that icon.

And that second one! ZOWIE. And: *jabs finger at the lyric snippet behind her* EEEE~!))

[gremlinctrouble]

((I adore Bruce. And that screen cap called to me for iconage. And what's with the EEE and the jabbing of the lyrics and the stuff, ne?))

[8th_castellan]

((Paraphrased opening line of "The Jetset Life Is Gonna Kill Me"! I'm fansquealing! :D :D :D))

[gremlinctrouble]

((Thought you'd like that. *Smirk* Alright posting now.))

[8th_castellan]

*Salazar slowly returned the hug by slipping his arms around her shaking shoulders and holding her closer. Gently, he placed a kiss on her cheek, tasting the salty, sorrowful tears that were beginning to slide down her face.*

Si. I...I am aware. And I am so very thankful for it. I never would have ever thought that...that anyone could. But you have time and time again managed to quwell my self-defeatist inner-dialogue...

...Please don't cry, Anna. Please. *places another lingering kiss on her cheek* Please.

[gremlinctrouble]

The woman gave a short sniffling breath, lifting her head enough to glance up at his eyes. The hue warned her of her own tears, knowing it would be the eyes that would haunt her. Anna gathered closer to the young man, letting the tip of her nose nuzzle his chest before working to kiss the corner of his lips. Warm and sweet breath curled onto his skin, easing out from between the woman's emotionally swollen lips.

"...Ramon..."

[8th_castellan]

*He couldn't help himself at this point. After so much build-up between them, he could scarcely even think of stopping himself from reaching up, placing both of his hands on either tearstreaked side of her face and kissing her deeply. One of his thumbs massaged small, slow circles on her cheek as he pressed his lips firmly against hers.

As always, there was the side of him that chastized him for ever even considering carrying out such romantic actions and inclinations. It chided him sharply for being so bold as to kissing her in such a desisive manner, for being the one to step up to the intimacy. How was he even to know she'd want to take it even this far?

But as one of his hands slowly slid from Anna's jaw, lightly traced its fingers along her neck and trailed down her shoulder and arm to hold her hand once again, the volume of voice berating him inside diminished vastly.

There was Anna.

Only Anna.*