If only there would come a day when you would not turn from me...

[lone_must_stand]

[ n a m e ; ]	Aeriel
[ c a n o n ; ]	The Darkangel Trilogy
[ g a m e ; ]	in transit and transition

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[lone_must_stand]

She stares up at him, her gaze still hollow. He has, perhaps, taken that more literally than she meant it; though perhaps it is because Oriencor is not so vulnerable as she. To kill Oriencor's creatures would be an affront because they are her possessions; Aeriel sees hers as her charges, lives she is meant to protect.

Oriencor will not be handled so easily, she imagines. But she cannot say that, cannot voice that doubt.

[and_warrior_arise]

He looks at her for a moment, and then he crosses the space between them, he kisses her on the mouth, his hand in her hair, cupping the back of her head, and then he stops, and stares.

"I'm sorry."

He says it although he's not sorry.

[lone_must_stand]

It is the first time she has wanted to shy away from his touch; the first time his words have not rung true.

She doesn't pull back, but she turns her face so his lips only graze hers; there is something wrong about it. Perhaps only the way it intrudes upon her grief. Already she is beginning to come to herself; her fingers are still numb, but the feeling is coming back to her heart.

"What will you do?" she asks, as though he had not kissed her.