She was incredible. Hair like fire pulled into a tightly wound bun, sharp features and stunning blue eyes, made her intense and beautiful. Power bristled at her finger tips, such as it was for a magic user like she; but with her there was something more. She loved her magic and the utmost confidence in her ability to control it. He’d seen other mages before, power corrupted them, it could be seen leaking out of their mouths in callous sneers, and it dripped off their finger tips like poison. Others were afraid of their own gifts, not that the presiding religion did anything to help lessen that fear.
Quite the contrary, the Chantry did everything in its power to see that magic users were feared and despised throughout the land. Templar’s, the Chantrys holy army, men and women who use special abilities granted by the Maker, or rather taught how to use by the Chantry, could dispel and neutralize magic. And it worked too, he would know, he was one. Yes, a bona fide templar was quietly leaning against a door way “guarding” a coincidentally pretty mage as she practiced magic. He had every right to be there. Everyone knew mages weren’t to be left alone, especially when using magic. It was just that the only reason he liked his job was because in the mornings, and after lunch and right before dinner and then again after if she intended to stay up late practicing or studying; he got to see her.
He’d think to himself, ever so often, “maybe I should tell her,” “maybe we could run away together” or something equally rash and irresponsible. Running away was impossible, if the Chantry thought one of it’s caged birds had gone rouge they would hunt them down to the ends of the earth claiming them a danger to humanity. Some thought that even if you run away if they catch you they just take you back, but he knew better. If you were caught running away you were killed on the spot and your body left to the wolves.
He’d been on such a hunt before; he even struck the final blow. The whole way home he’d been egged on by his peers as they celebrated victory against evil, relishing the chance to use their powers and serve the Chantry, blah, blah,blah. Some even went so far as to say they envied him. So much so that he was smiling when he saw her again, but then the reality of things came crashing down on him. It was then that he realized he cared for her, and that he had betrayed her. It was one of the few times he’d ever seen her with her hair down, meandering rivers of gorgeous red curls spilled down her shoulders; but even in his slight bliss at getting to see such a rarity he was no fool. The devastation on her face stole her beauty and he suddenly became aware of himself. Blood was splattered and smeared across his armor, the blood of one of her companions.
A boy, in fact, not yet 16; he’d been so fearful, of both the templar’s and his own power that he often panicked and went in to hiding. He remembered her diligence in finding the boy and trying to calm him down. He’d then wondered why she bothered, the boy was obviously weak and not worth her time. He himself was too distracted by sudden waves of irritability and a persistent bad taste in his mouth whenever he saw them together to bother with how she might have feel about it. After that he wised up and came to terms with his feelings but she wasn’t one to forgive easily.
For a full year after the incident she refused to acknowledge his existence. She only started glaring at him again when he started trying to force her to speak him by speaking to her regardless of whether or not she answered. She started throwing random objects at him when no one was looking just as he began following her around; stealing every chance he could to catch even the tiniest glimpse of her. It had been three years now, she’d stopped throwing things but, she glared more often. Even so, her eyes were not as cold as they used to be, and on nights like this one she tolerated his presence; but she still hadn’t spoken to him. He looked up suddenly realizing that she was staring at him, had stopped practicing all together, and was now standing five feet from him, staring at him. Angrily.
“Can’t you find another templar to watch me?” He was startled by her sudden outburst but didn’t squander the chance to speak with her.
“They’re all asleep. You stay up rather late you know.” The words tumbled out in his haste to respond to her though he regretted them the instant he said them. She was in no mood for his sarcasm.
“Why can’t you just leave me alone?!” He looked away.
“Sorry.” His voice was sullen and heavy. He wasn't just sorry about the remark. He wanted to appologize for everything, he just couldn't find the words.
“Don’t look away from me you bastard!” She stormed forward, grabbed the collar of his armor, and yanked him towards her.
“I hate you!” He was suddenly aware that they were closer to each other then they’d ever been, and his throat grew tight. Her blue eyes raged like the ocean before him, and he was pulled under. He kissed her swiftly, just long enough to taste her.
“Sorry” He said again his tone unchanged despite the elation he felt. She looked stunned and teary eyed for a moment, and then she started hitting him and yelling.
“I hate you! I can’t stand being near you! Just go away-“ He caught one arm with his hand, and trapped the other with his own as he wrapped it around her and pulled her close. The rage inside her pulled away like the tide, and she stopped fighting.
“Sorry” He kissed her again cupping her face with his hand to make it all the sweeter. When he pulled away he let go of her hand. She rested her head against his chest, and he, his chin a top her head. He reached up and pulled out the pins holding her bun in place letting her hair fall loose. He took in her smell, like ginger snaps and honey. This time she initiated it. Reaching up and wrapping both arms around his neck she pulled him to her. Deepening their kiss and forcing it to last longer. He let her, even though they shouldn’t, even though no matter what they could never be more. She wore her hair down and stayed up later more often after that.
<3 Just a little one-shot drabble I thought up. Thank You for reading<3
Modifié par Lady Dino, 13 janvier 2010 - 02:37 .
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