Day Twenty-One - The Angel and the Psychic
Who: Nenael, Belle, Edward
Where: Beach
When: Later morning
Rating: PG
Status: Closed, completed
Summary: Edward and Belle talk about Nenael; Nenael wanders over and they chat a bit uncomfortably before each parting to go their own way.
The angel stood on the beach, gazing across the water. He'd been to Dar Oma once, and only once, and he wondered how many of the dragons and their kin even knew about that trip.
He hadn't ventured inland, because his affair had been on the shore. The waters were familiar to him, and he smiled faintly, if a bit sadly. If she was here, would she be in her skin?
Why wouldn't she be here?
"None of Laurel's are here," Belle said softly as she stepped up beside him. "Yet, anyway, but none on the list match her lot."
Nenael made a noncommittal noise before he shifted his gaze to the psychic. To the dragon. "How many know?"
Belle shrugged. "Me, her, and you," she said. "I never told anyone. Didn't seem much of a point to it."
"That's a surprise," he muttered dryly.
"You weren't around to exploit," she continued coolly. "And she was ..."
"Ashamed?"
Her shoulders rose and fell again. "Not exactly. But she knew it wasn't meant to be. Maybe she foresaw a glimpse of this. If she was ashamed of anything, it was her weakness in letting you ... well."
He smirked but swung his gaze back toward the water. "We can hurt you."
"I know." She also knew Nenael had no intention of doing so unless he was provoked into it. Damion, on the other hand ... he was probably going to have a field day with this, but Belle couldn't get into his head to find out what, exactly, he was up to.
He flared his wings once before he tucked them against his back.
"Did you love her?"
He shrugged, canting his head a little. "I was fascinated by her. I don't know that I loved her. I'm not sure I can love." He paused. "Did she love me?"
"In her way," Belle replied quietly. "Enough, anyway."
He nodded before he glanced down the shore. "I don't know what Damion's planning," he said, mostly to change the topic. To pull his thoughts away from the little selkie that had, for a few too-short weeks, enraptured him.
"I couldn't imagine he would have told you," Belle agreed. "Still ... we'll stick it out. And we'll pull through."
"I know," the angel said softly. Casting the psychic a little smile, he started to wander down the shore toward the cove. Oh, he knew the portal was blocked ... but that wasn't his destination.
Where: Beach
When: Later morning
Rating: PG
Status: Closed, completed
Summary: Edward and Belle talk about Nenael; Nenael wanders over and they chat a bit uncomfortably before each parting to go their own way.
The angel stood on the beach, gazing across the water. He'd been to Dar Oma once, and only once, and he wondered how many of the dragons and their kin even knew about that trip.
He hadn't ventured inland, because his affair had been on the shore. The waters were familiar to him, and he smiled faintly, if a bit sadly. If she was here, would she be in her skin?
Why wouldn't she be here?
"None of Laurel's are here," Belle said softly as she stepped up beside him. "Yet, anyway, but none on the list match her lot."
Nenael made a noncommittal noise before he shifted his gaze to the psychic. To the dragon. "How many know?"
Belle shrugged. "Me, her, and you," she said. "I never told anyone. Didn't seem much of a point to it."
"That's a surprise," he muttered dryly.
"You weren't around to exploit," she continued coolly. "And she was ..."
"Ashamed?"
Her shoulders rose and fell again. "Not exactly. But she knew it wasn't meant to be. Maybe she foresaw a glimpse of this. If she was ashamed of anything, it was her weakness in letting you ... well."
He smirked but swung his gaze back toward the water. "We can hurt you."
"I know." She also knew Nenael had no intention of doing so unless he was provoked into it. Damion, on the other hand ... he was probably going to have a field day with this, but Belle couldn't get into his head to find out what, exactly, he was up to.
He flared his wings once before he tucked them against his back.
"Did you love her?"
He shrugged, canting his head a little. "I was fascinated by her. I don't know that I loved her. I'm not sure I can love." He paused. "Did she love me?"
"In her way," Belle replied quietly. "Enough, anyway."
He nodded before he glanced down the shore. "I don't know what Damion's planning," he said, mostly to change the topic. To pull his thoughts away from the little selkie that had, for a few too-short weeks, enraptured him.
"I couldn't imagine he would have told you," Belle agreed. "Still ... we'll stick it out. And we'll pull through."
"I know," the angel said softly. Casting the psychic a little smile, he started to wander down the shore toward the cove. Oh, he knew the portal was blocked ... but that wasn't his destination.