Kaenei
09-10-2003, 20:35
Liquid blue orbs regarded him from across the now rapidly bustling room.
Cobalt blue, dazzling and brilliant, shining resplendid as the amber flames that licked the burning logs of the fire shone out.
He trailed off, the conversation that involved him no longer such. He stood, his "friends" had already forgotten his all to brief input. He could have died before them, howling pain and rage, a carcophony of agony. And they would have talked on. Slowly, as though intoxicated by some powerful drug that lit fire through his veins themselves, he stood.
She regarded him once more, a casual flick of her beautiful eyes, pausing not even to look at him directly, but to continue on her scan of the room.But he took it as far more than a perchance meeting, a random collision of two people. He began pushing through the swell, the living form of people that obstructed her from his uninterrupted view.
His progress was slow, manners remembered and utilised as he pardoned and excused his way through, sliding between the obstructive and varying physical forms that laughed as the punchline was delivered, or shook their heads at the dismaying news, or said nothing at all, alone as he was until she came once more to him.
His etiquitte forgotten, he barged rudely, finally rousing those other damp souls from their pathetic conversations to scowl, or even sigh. Sultry eyelashes blinked, and he was enthralled. Long and curled, as though each stood like the crest of a rolling wave that washed over her perfectly formed cheekbones.
A tap on his shoulder, a shrug brought it fading into memory.
A restraining hand apon his back, he paused.
Though he looked at the women as she spoke, he struggled to comprehend the words. The powerful feeling that gave his heart reason to beat laughed at all other attempts to dissuade him. He nodded dumbly, even as a look of incomprehension, even anger crossed his adversery. But he turned, before a harsh word or action could be delivered. Like those people who had but a few short minutes ago conversed and joked freely with him they faded to forgotten, shaded memory. A pale gray that suffused from the light spectrum, and beyond conciousness.
And then, he was apon her.
She stood apart, on a pedestal above her fellows that frequented.
A window dominated behind her, the harsh rain leaving a smattering of water running down its frosted glass. As a queen might be respectfully acknowledged by her people, a wide space formed around her, but it was unlike the afore mentioned metaphor.
They, the people who were his colleagues, friends, family, strangers and former lovers saw her not. As though to only him did she appear within this reality, or whatever vision that allowed him to soley gaze apon her. her lips curled, upwards and round, perfectly formed teeth saluting in a warming smile that wrapped its delicate satin touch around his heart, and squeezed only slightly, warming him.
He stood, dumbly as though a convicted man might await the bullet in the head from his executioner, or perhaps here his saviour, he could not tell. The distance between the two closed, gravity transcending mere physical boundries to pull these two bodies together. A hand gently extended, as a newborn might greet the world with a gentle wave, he wrapped around her waist. His muscles tensed, relaxing as the warm feel of her hands gently caressed the small of his back.
Lips met, gently and with a longing that berrated the tiny amount of time that had elapsed since they first met. Breaths stopped as lungs seized, the normally isloated control centres of the brain itself stimulated twofold. And as these two, gently eased apart, the window pane shook slightly as the gale whipped the driving rain into a frenzy.
But the fire roared, the room was warm.
And they had all of time, and a hundred years in addition to learn.
Cobalt blue, dazzling and brilliant, shining resplendid as the amber flames that licked the burning logs of the fire shone out.
He trailed off, the conversation that involved him no longer such. He stood, his "friends" had already forgotten his all to brief input. He could have died before them, howling pain and rage, a carcophony of agony. And they would have talked on. Slowly, as though intoxicated by some powerful drug that lit fire through his veins themselves, he stood.
She regarded him once more, a casual flick of her beautiful eyes, pausing not even to look at him directly, but to continue on her scan of the room.But he took it as far more than a perchance meeting, a random collision of two people. He began pushing through the swell, the living form of people that obstructed her from his uninterrupted view.
His progress was slow, manners remembered and utilised as he pardoned and excused his way through, sliding between the obstructive and varying physical forms that laughed as the punchline was delivered, or shook their heads at the dismaying news, or said nothing at all, alone as he was until she came once more to him.
His etiquitte forgotten, he barged rudely, finally rousing those other damp souls from their pathetic conversations to scowl, or even sigh. Sultry eyelashes blinked, and he was enthralled. Long and curled, as though each stood like the crest of a rolling wave that washed over her perfectly formed cheekbones.
A tap on his shoulder, a shrug brought it fading into memory.
A restraining hand apon his back, he paused.
Though he looked at the women as she spoke, he struggled to comprehend the words. The powerful feeling that gave his heart reason to beat laughed at all other attempts to dissuade him. He nodded dumbly, even as a look of incomprehension, even anger crossed his adversery. But he turned, before a harsh word or action could be delivered. Like those people who had but a few short minutes ago conversed and joked freely with him they faded to forgotten, shaded memory. A pale gray that suffused from the light spectrum, and beyond conciousness.
And then, he was apon her.
She stood apart, on a pedestal above her fellows that frequented.
A window dominated behind her, the harsh rain leaving a smattering of water running down its frosted glass. As a queen might be respectfully acknowledged by her people, a wide space formed around her, but it was unlike the afore mentioned metaphor.
They, the people who were his colleagues, friends, family, strangers and former lovers saw her not. As though to only him did she appear within this reality, or whatever vision that allowed him to soley gaze apon her. her lips curled, upwards and round, perfectly formed teeth saluting in a warming smile that wrapped its delicate satin touch around his heart, and squeezed only slightly, warming him.
He stood, dumbly as though a convicted man might await the bullet in the head from his executioner, or perhaps here his saviour, he could not tell. The distance between the two closed, gravity transcending mere physical boundries to pull these two bodies together. A hand gently extended, as a newborn might greet the world with a gentle wave, he wrapped around her waist. His muscles tensed, relaxing as the warm feel of her hands gently caressed the small of his back.
Lips met, gently and with a longing that berrated the tiny amount of time that had elapsed since they first met. Breaths stopped as lungs seized, the normally isloated control centres of the brain itself stimulated twofold. And as these two, gently eased apart, the window pane shook slightly as the gale whipped the driving rain into a frenzy.
But the fire roared, the room was warm.
And they had all of time, and a hundred years in addition to learn.