Topic: Heartflight by Moonlight

Knightfall

Date: 2012-05-24 22:51 EST
Kristoph took a long, deep breath, listening gratefully to the sound of silence, eyes closed in quiet contemplation. The silence was blessed, considering how loud and crowded it had gotten there. Nikia's bare feet to pad slowly over the ground, and would continue to do so until someone motioned for her to stop. Evergreens would flicker open, head tilting to notice the company. "Forgive my hasty departure; I was beginning to feel somewhat claustrophobic." His smile was somewhat lame, but apologetic as his words, which were not entirely truthful perhaps - or truthful, but with omissions.

"It's alright. There were too many people in there. And everything was too loud." she mumbled, before she rubbed at the side of her head.

Fiona's eyes shone with affection for the both of them as she joined them, having traveled through her mist ? the Nightlands - she would rather be here with them, and she smiled at both of them. A weary, but very loving smile was returned from Kristoph to Fiona, "I thought perhaps you became lost in the mist trying to find me..." and perhaps the smile was a little teasing as well. His mask was now off 'strangely feeling release at the anonymity of the masquerade ball- and he was blushing quite furiously, ashamed. "Truly, I would have loved to dance with both of you."

As an after thought, he somewhat self consciously adjusted the draw on his tunic, lacing it a bit tighter and more completely hiding the adornment on the end of the chain which clung to his neck - something he was nervous Nikia might have seen when he had asked her to dance earlier. Fiona had removed her mask, showing him her loving smile. He didn't need to prove his love to her by dancing with them at the ball. She knew how much he cared for her and her daughter. Nikia, however, responded with guileless honesty, "You could still dance with us, and mom can sing. Her voice is beautiful." she nodded multiple times, before she grinned. She wanted to dance - and she wanted to hear her mom sing; as for the trinket, if she noticed it....she didn't mention it. Yet.

Knightfall

Date: 2012-05-24 22:53 EST
Now -that- truly made him smile, as he turned on Fiona with a raised eyebrow - but bit his tongue before he would say it, and instead merely grinned. Although he would have gladly claimed her as his own, he had been tempted to point out 'she's your daughter' and smile. "It seems your talents have been volunteered, dear heart." Fiona blushed lightly at Nikia's compliment and smiled, shaking her head, "No, I do not sing. I have only sung a few blessings in the past. Nothing more. Nothing special."

"Pleaaaase?" her daughter dragged out, adding the begging eyes, and pouty lip " to which Kristoph couldn't help but cover a smile with his hand, though his eyes would dance as he glanced Fiona's way...

She laughed lightly, "I wouldn't even know what to sing." She thought a moment. "There is on old Irish blessing for..." She looked to Kristoph, then embarrassed, she quickly changed her gaze back to Nikia. "I know of one that brings a voice to love."

That change of glance made Nikia grin. She was a teenager. She knew when someone was nearly head over heels for someone, and the both of them were playing the part. "Thank you, mooooom~ I bet its pretty," and she emphasized her words with equally emphatic nods.

At the sound of her voice ? silent this whole night until now - his eyes almost shone, and the look on his face spoke, 'there you are...' as if just the sound of her voice was....divine. His own voice suddenly a touch rough, yet soft, as he would add, "It is....fitting," with a strange smile on his face as he would offer a hand to Nikia, and as he turned from Fiona to face her daughter, a finger would loop into the chain at his neck and slip it out onto his chest, adornments and all.

Fiona ONeill

Date: 2012-05-24 22:58 EST
Fiona had closed her eyes so she wouldn't feel their eyes on her, just in case, and so didn't see his subtle movements that had revealed his "adornments". She began to vocalize in perfect harmonies, a beautiful melody inspiring awe, with Irish words too beautiful to be merely words. As she sang a few phrases, her confidence grew, as did her voice, which seemed to surround them.

At the sound of Fiona's voice, she stepped forward, and let her fingers slip into Kristoph's. For now, she'd wait for him to lead her into the dance. Her eyes danced towards the medallion of his, and the trinket that was nestled on the chain next to it. She arched a brow in a silent question " to which he softly cleared his throat, but simply smiled as he would put her other hand on his shoulder, almost to his neck, fingers near the clasp of his chain; placing his own on her waist, as he would begin to guide her through the steps of an antiquated pseudo waltz, stepping and turning her in tempo to the music and carefully shielding the chain from Fiona's view, speaking softly, "Perhaps there is something to be said for dancing in bare feet," and he would smile, somewhat abashed, as his eyes followed hers to what rested on his chest, acknowledging her silent question - "Permission....it needs must be asked of those who are ....close." Perhaps the explanation was finished somewhat lamely, but....he was trying to be....obscure, for now.

She let him guide her through all the turns and spins of the dance. Her eyes flickered up to his face when he spoke. There was a brief frown that passed over her features, before his meaning came to her mind. Her face took on a total 'Oooohh.' look. Then she nodded. "In the circumstances that are present....I think permission can be granted." she murmured softly, a grin finding her face. "And I wish you the best of luck." That was said softly, only loud enough for him to hear. Then....with a brief pause, she pressed a light kiss to his cheek. Then.....she's slowly being nudged towards Fiona. "I think mom and you should dance now." She smiled, quite innocently.

Fiona smiled as well, as she opened her eyes. She continued singing as she watched as her daughter and her heart danced. She couldn't help but feel pride, in that he would so easily take to her child. In life, she was not blessed to have a loving relationship and children. It took her death to find love and a family. She wouldn't have it any other way.

Fiona ONeill

Date: 2012-05-24 23:00 EST
He had blushed furiously, eyes closed at Nikia's words of encouragement - and silently damning her, in a teasing way of course, for her innocent smile as he allowed himself to slip from her grip, spinning them a slight distance apart and he would bow, with somewhat of a flourish before Fiona, one hand in a subtle position over his chest, the other sweeping low before he would straighten and offer the latter to her, chain still partially hidden by his hand, "Would you dance with me, dear heart?" His eyes taking on a considering, playful look, "I've been reading about this place....this, Ireland. I've read about this 'luck of the Irish"; tell me, do you think I have it?" This question murmured softly, though in fact that is his regular tone - soft words which could cut through chaos. "Nikia wished me luck, and....I wish to know where my luck stands....just at the moment, in your eyes."

Once they were Separated, Nikia offered a small curtsey of thanks, before she straightened, and just simply watched the two of them, curious to see what would transpire between the two while they danced.

She ended her note, and with a gentle breath, she returned to her soft speaking voice as she said, "I do not know how much luck you may have, but it seems that I would be the lucky one." She playfully smiled as she accepted his hand. He could lead her anywhere.

Kristoph would guide her hands so that one was in his and the other was pressed against his chest - directly over the medallion which hung there - along with something else; metallic, circular, with a stone set into it, by feel against a palm that would be pressed against it. A quick glance to Nikia - she knew what was there - before meeting Fiona's eyes again, as a hand on her waist would guide her through the steps of a silent dance with him. Words spoken softly, yet again, "She has given her grace." All the while Nikia simply watched, a bright smile on her face " if either were paying her mind, the eager happiness that was painted on her face would be hard to miss.

The purple stone on her silver comb holding her hair up in perfectly sculptured locks began to glow slightly as they began to dance and the air began to subtly fill around them with the sound of her song, distant, as it carried by the wind, or a memory. She danced to the sound of her song as she questioned, "Her grace for what??

Nikia's lips moved, though she was silent as a door mouse, "Something," she murmured innocently to Fiona. It was Kristoph's job to go with it. She had just approved.

Knightfall

Date: 2012-05-24 23:05 EST
A hand would slip from her waist to his neck, unfastening the chain as she held the objects in place against his chest as they would dance, his hand still in hers. Except, instead of continuing with the dance - he would keep her hand in his and place his free hand over the one on his chest, taking it also into his and trapping the objects between their palms as he slowly dropped to one knee, looking up at her with a smile that bordered on worshipful, especially with the sound of her song in the background. The palms which held objects between them were gently separated and cupped, facing upwards, revealing not only his medallion, but a ring of white gold, two hands framing a heart made of bluish-purple sapphire. "....To ask you a question, of course."

Her eyes went wide and the echo of her song became clearer. She stood stunned, desperately looking from the ring to him and back many times trying. Her free left hand slowly came and covered her open mouth. She didn't know if she should even speak. No, she was sure she couldn't speak. She just waited for the question.

Nikia still grinned, and waited for that question to be spoken as she looked to Kristoph. He took a deep breath, perhaps only to hide his own sudden nervousness, feeling it vanish as his head would bow slightly, and lips would press against the hand that he still held, before returning his gaze to her, "Fiona, my Lady, my Love; from the first moment I met you, there was something that tugged at my soul, calling me to come closer - after hearing you sing, I can only think that the voice it spoke in was yours - and in the judgment of some, we have not known each other as long as would proper, but, in our hearts, and in our souls, we have known and loved each other for lifetimes unaccounted for. Every time I look at you, hear you, and think of you, I find I can't imagine myself being without you - and without you....well, I simply -wouldn't- be. I love you, in more ways and for more reasons than I have the words to explain to you, though I hope that maybe, just this once perhaps, you can see into my heart, soul, and mind, and read them there as I sometimes do with you. Fiona, I love you, you and only you, from the depths of my being - will you be my wife, will you marry me?"

And here comes a soft giggle. Nikia, she tried to hold it in. Really.

Fiona ONeill

Date: 2012-05-24 23:08 EST
Her song in the air seemed to fade as if to allow her own voice to take presence. She slowly lowered her left hand as she spoke with a more melodic tone when she said, "I would be forever honored to be your lady and your wife." Her hand continued its slow path and was given to him. Taking her left hand in his, bowing his head again to softly kiss her palm, then the back of her hand, as he would place the ring upon her finger, eyes looking up to meet hers as he would slide it into place; a brief, quick grin to her daughter - due to the giggling. But oh, wasn't he smiling" Glancing to Fiona again, and murmuring his love, before pointing out, rather softly, "....I had intended more witnesses, but, I think quality surpasses quantity." Still smiling, as he canted his head slightly, looking between the two again, and back to Nikia, adding with a gentle smile, "Daughter of my heart." One of Nikia's eyebrows arched every so delicate and playfully, "I do hope that's a compliment.....Riiiiight?" she called out in a teasing manner, before she scooted forward, and aimed to hug Kristoph. "Congrats to the both of you." Fiona couldn't help but smile at them, filled with pleasure. And neither could he, as he stood embracing them both with a kiss for his daughters forehead, and another kiss for his fianc"....feeling....complete.

Nikia was the first to notice the pause, thinking "There's too much silence....and not enough action!"

Wait for it....

Wait....

Wait for it....

"Sooo," drawing it out in a slow drawl, "Are ya guys gonna kiss?"

But before she had finished asking, his daughter to be was released from the embrace and another was given - solely for his fianc?, as he would draw her against him, hand cupping her cheek as his lips was pressed to hers.

Fiona ONeill

Date: 2012-07-21 21:09 EST
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Kristoph Arknight Of House Knightfall forever joined Fiona O'Neill in Holy Matrimony on July 21st, 2012.

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This is a depiction of Fiona's sapphire Claddagh ring, which can also be seen here, as offered by Jewels for Me. The Claddagh ring is a traditional Irish ring, paying tribute to Fiona's Irish heritage. The hands represent friendship, the heart represents love, and the crown represents loyalty.