Ancient Wounds Pt 9ii
Previous Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5i, 5ii, 6, 7, 8, 9i
Picking up where we last left off...
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A new moon had passed since the Master had made my possession clear, not to suggest that deep rooted within myself I wasn‘t already sure of it. With the passage of this time the same methodical visitations to my chambers he continued, and I bore it as always with good grace and gritted teeth.
I had come to know certain things of my nocturnal lord in those times, quite surely yes he was very volatile, yes violent, yet there was something more. I surmise it must have been the dignity about him.
Something quietly studious, something solitary in the last of a dying breed of aristocracy. I found myself pondering on lonely evenings, that for all I despised the selfish and cruel man and for all the violation I had suffered at his desires, there seemed about him the impression of a great knowledge there.
I wanted that knowledge, perhaps I thought it would make me live without fear, as he did.
It was about the same time that my escapes became more frequent, and all the while I slipped quietly into the night it would end in the stable I had for the first time visited not yet a month ago. Feeling this new love drove me into raptures I’d never imagined, it was as if I was tasting something deliciously forbidden, and wanted it evermore as a result.
“You are charming, that I will not deny” he laughed softly one such visit. Summer was in full flourish through the warmer nights of this pretty little Scandinavian town, and the manner in which the sky retained its lighter haze made it all the better to converse by.
“I am glad that you think so,” I blushed laughing with such abandon I’d never have thought possible before knowing this young man who standing aside me. I adored him, it was no secret “sadly, conversation runs dry in my household”
He smiled, it was a joy to be in one another’s company, and it was mutual happiness shared between the two of us. I leant against the brightly lit wall near the lantern, and offered my hand out to him which he took quite gladly. I was another being with this young man, and I would have had it no other way.
“I see. And this Master of yours, how do you find his keep? Sweet or bitter?” my Emmanuel grinned boldly putting his arms about my small waist, blonde hair spilling over his icy eyes, he was saintly. I said nothing in reply, there was no place for whispers of monsters in the presence of an angel, I wanted only sweet words.
He released me from his half-embrace and cast his alluring eyes to the cobbles; I flinched at the loss of contact. My beau looked downcast; I realized then that my silence had caused concern in him.
“Do you find me inappropriate, Ville?” Emmanuel whispered against the sound of evening’s bustle somewhere beyond the snaking cobble paths. I reached out to him taking him pleadingly desperate by the shoulder, my eyes the depiction of regret. I could not see those eyes I adored, and I wanted badly just to know if he looked upon me as Elias had all those years ago. My heart would not bear the sorrow of rejection in these times where love or affection was a rare commodity.
“Do you honestly believe that?” My words were hurried, somewhat frantic, my voice on the verge of trembling. When his eyes met mine in their brilliant blue I thanked whatever greater power he did not frown upon me, rather just stare back into me in uncertainty “are you blind to me, Jonne? It is no secret how I feel, surely?”
My hand was shaking upon his shoulder and as if to steady myself upon him. I moved to place my slender fingers to the warmth of his neck. My voice was breaking beneath me as I looked into the gaze of my paramour Emmanuel, who stood in the quiet evening lips gently parted with my words. Tension heightened as he gave me no answer but bewildered looks. My heart leapt into my mouth, or perhaps, more honestly, onto my sleeve.
“I cannot understand you! It has been barely a moon’s passage since I first laid eye on you, and it is as if you refuse to leave my thoughts since!” I felt as if I would give way under my own confessions, I was besotted by him and he must know it lest I die from secrecy “it is no secret that I adore you, mock me if you will. I only ask, please, don’t play with me. I will not have it, tell me I’m wrong to need you this way…do all things, but don‘t play”
The blonde young prince stood before me, swallowing hard and looking back at me in a state of awe. Taking my hand from his throat, he broke our stare one moment.
“Forgive me for the advances I made to you that night,” His touch was light and unsteady but still he gripped my hand at his side “I would never play you a fool, Ville. I want you to understand it all…”
“How so?” I held my breath so anxiously, please, no more hurt I couldn’t bare it.
“…Let me kiss you”
His tensed muscles softened to me as I felt the enclosure of strong limbs take gentle hold of my waist and the caress of his hand cupping my pinked cheek; it was nothing short of magnificent. It was the very moment I felt his shining eyes close and his gentle lips pressed to mine, that for once in my poor life I allowed myself what I had so long wanted; He was my own, and I needed only his kiss and reverence to understand that.
I had no fear of the world when he held me for so long, for in my mind there was no Master Vuori, no pain to speak of, and in our stable there was no worry for the two young men who silently thought they were forever.
…….
I have found many things in my great lifetime, and most importantly the fact that we as creatures, never stop loving someone, even when they are gone. To this day my soul burns for my Emmanuel, but my love for you has never paled because of it.
What is most important however is that we are capable of love, it is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity. Yet for creatures like ourselves, as we are, our love is eternal.
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Sorry it's so brief! I'llmake it up to you!:p
Picking up where we last left off...
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A new moon had passed since the Master had made my possession clear, not to suggest that deep rooted within myself I wasn‘t already sure of it. With the passage of this time the same methodical visitations to my chambers he continued, and I bore it as always with good grace and gritted teeth.
I had come to know certain things of my nocturnal lord in those times, quite surely yes he was very volatile, yes violent, yet there was something more. I surmise it must have been the dignity about him.
Something quietly studious, something solitary in the last of a dying breed of aristocracy. I found myself pondering on lonely evenings, that for all I despised the selfish and cruel man and for all the violation I had suffered at his desires, there seemed about him the impression of a great knowledge there.
I wanted that knowledge, perhaps I thought it would make me live without fear, as he did.
It was about the same time that my escapes became more frequent, and all the while I slipped quietly into the night it would end in the stable I had for the first time visited not yet a month ago. Feeling this new love drove me into raptures I’d never imagined, it was as if I was tasting something deliciously forbidden, and wanted it evermore as a result.
“You are charming, that I will not deny” he laughed softly one such visit. Summer was in full flourish through the warmer nights of this pretty little Scandinavian town, and the manner in which the sky retained its lighter haze made it all the better to converse by.
“I am glad that you think so,” I blushed laughing with such abandon I’d never have thought possible before knowing this young man who standing aside me. I adored him, it was no secret “sadly, conversation runs dry in my household”
He smiled, it was a joy to be in one another’s company, and it was mutual happiness shared between the two of us. I leant against the brightly lit wall near the lantern, and offered my hand out to him which he took quite gladly. I was another being with this young man, and I would have had it no other way.
“I see. And this Master of yours, how do you find his keep? Sweet or bitter?” my Emmanuel grinned boldly putting his arms about my small waist, blonde hair spilling over his icy eyes, he was saintly. I said nothing in reply, there was no place for whispers of monsters in the presence of an angel, I wanted only sweet words.
He released me from his half-embrace and cast his alluring eyes to the cobbles; I flinched at the loss of contact. My beau looked downcast; I realized then that my silence had caused concern in him.
“Do you find me inappropriate, Ville?” Emmanuel whispered against the sound of evening’s bustle somewhere beyond the snaking cobble paths. I reached out to him taking him pleadingly desperate by the shoulder, my eyes the depiction of regret. I could not see those eyes I adored, and I wanted badly just to know if he looked upon me as Elias had all those years ago. My heart would not bear the sorrow of rejection in these times where love or affection was a rare commodity.
“Do you honestly believe that?” My words were hurried, somewhat frantic, my voice on the verge of trembling. When his eyes met mine in their brilliant blue I thanked whatever greater power he did not frown upon me, rather just stare back into me in uncertainty “are you blind to me, Jonne? It is no secret how I feel, surely?”
My hand was shaking upon his shoulder and as if to steady myself upon him. I moved to place my slender fingers to the warmth of his neck. My voice was breaking beneath me as I looked into the gaze of my paramour Emmanuel, who stood in the quiet evening lips gently parted with my words. Tension heightened as he gave me no answer but bewildered looks. My heart leapt into my mouth, or perhaps, more honestly, onto my sleeve.
“I cannot understand you! It has been barely a moon’s passage since I first laid eye on you, and it is as if you refuse to leave my thoughts since!” I felt as if I would give way under my own confessions, I was besotted by him and he must know it lest I die from secrecy “it is no secret that I adore you, mock me if you will. I only ask, please, don’t play with me. I will not have it, tell me I’m wrong to need you this way…do all things, but don‘t play”
The blonde young prince stood before me, swallowing hard and looking back at me in a state of awe. Taking my hand from his throat, he broke our stare one moment.
“Forgive me for the advances I made to you that night,” His touch was light and unsteady but still he gripped my hand at his side “I would never play you a fool, Ville. I want you to understand it all…”
“How so?” I held my breath so anxiously, please, no more hurt I couldn’t bare it.
“…Let me kiss you”
His tensed muscles softened to me as I felt the enclosure of strong limbs take gentle hold of my waist and the caress of his hand cupping my pinked cheek; it was nothing short of magnificent. It was the very moment I felt his shining eyes close and his gentle lips pressed to mine, that for once in my poor life I allowed myself what I had so long wanted; He was my own, and I needed only his kiss and reverence to understand that.
I had no fear of the world when he held me for so long, for in my mind there was no Master Vuori, no pain to speak of, and in our stable there was no worry for the two young men who silently thought they were forever.
…….
I have found many things in my great lifetime, and most importantly the fact that we as creatures, never stop loving someone, even when they are gone. To this day my soul burns for my Emmanuel, but my love for you has never paled because of it.
What is most important however is that we are capable of love, it is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity. Yet for creatures like ourselves, as we are, our love is eternal.
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Sorry it's so brief! I'llmake it up to you!:p