Topic: Stars don't fall here

Krysanthe

Date: 2010-01-31 08:36 EST
Months it seemed had passed in quick grace upon the freedom from the Straw Man and the Palm Reader.

Sometimes she wondered on the changes, the shift of her life that led the Fallen Star to become not something so broken and dim, but shining brightly and kindled.

The morning hours were never meant for her, the weight of the world seemed far more heavy at that time... and Krysanthe was so light spirited she wished more to float then to fall under the burdens.

Celestial blues roamed, blue diamond glisten to the pair as she looked out at the world awakening.

So quiet she had been as to not disturb her Remedy.

Heart sworn to him like the promise of Eternity meant.

She had dreamed of him long before he had come to her, or more so she to him.

But then she did not believe that dreams and visions would ever come true.

At least not the good ones.

Breathing out a sigh she turned away from the window and the morning awakening that painted her flesh in pearl tones rather then the gold of star dust.

She wiggled underneath the covers then,tucked herself back against his side where the warmth ever would be something she would be drawn to.

Warm flesh. Warm heart.

Such a warm man.

Her Beloved Remedy.

Closing her eyes she cuddled against him and willed herself to sleep.

They had kept so low these past few months since Krysanthe had been freed...

She only had to wonder... what would happen now?

Would he still love her now that she was free and no longer needed saving...

Slow Rain

Date: 2010-02-01 22:10 EST
There is no moving around him that he does not feel.

Ever in his life, even in sleep, he is aware of what is around him. A part of him standing guard, the lonely sentry to keep watch in the long, cold hours of night.

He feels her move away. Her movements stirring the lone watchman from his seat, pulling him from sleep as though she had called his name.

Gentle her movements. Were he anyone else he might not have known she was gone, and yet since the carnival, the Straw Man and the Palm Reader, he has been more aware of her presence at his side, more aware when she is gone.

It is not the first time she has stirred him from sleep to look out the window, the moonlight glorious upon her bare skin, capturing his attention as if he were entranced, breathtaking in that still quiet beauty.

He the remedy for her, her the remedy for him. Coldness driven from a heart hardened by death and destruction and killing. Warmth found, thawing an icy resolve.

So much for the stone killer.

As she turns, coming back to bed, he narrows his eyes to mere slits, seeing her perfectly well. Eyes move over her, a slow, caressing gaze that takes in each and every familiar feature as though it were his very first time looking upon her.

And finally closing them all the way, as she wiggles her way back beneath the covers, nestling against him, letting that lone sentry take his mind back over, slipping back into sleep as his arm winds around her waist, tightening to pull her close against him, luxuriating in her closeness, her warmth. Blood stirs in his veins as always it does at the feel of her so near against him.

Just before the lone sentry takes his mind again, he breathes heartfelt words, the words that echo through his mind every time he feel sher near.

"I love you, Krysanthe."

Krysanthe

Date: 2010-02-01 23:10 EST
Perhaps part of her was aware of how he kept sentry over here. So worried and watchful.

She found herself watching the moon and the glisten bright of stars as if something of it kindled a memory of something she remembered... a purpose.

Red and Black.

Her eyes closed as she smiled into his side, lips soft to his flesh to taste of his skin.

So many wonders and worries would ever be part of Krysanthe's world. She was far used to the illusions the Carnival had captured her with.

An ensnared mind and now with the memories returning back to her... there was much she was recalling.

There was so much that had gone on without her influence and control.

It if anything scared her.

Her body pressed to his near as if wishing to be fastened there. A hand pressed gentle warmth of palm over his heart.

"I love you, Jackson."

His words brought her home to that sweet comfort of reassurance as she closed her eyes. Knowing tomorrow would be another day to face... and perhaps a day to begin anew.