Who are you....? [ her voice is barely above a whisper as as implores him with her gaze, her eyes--who is this strange terran which evokes such a longing her in her? It's no the desire to simply be close so she can feed. It's....something else.
But all she knows is what she has become--so even as she reaches up with one hand to feel his face, trying to remember--she works to drain his strength from him with her touch, to make numbness work its way into his limbs ]
[Everything within him fights the vampiric touch, but he knows that this is the only way she will live. His life force is immense-- far too great to be contained in such a frail, thin body. He must be like a feast to her. A pale, ungloved hand covers the one on his face, reassuring and warm, as he smiles faintly in her direction.]
I am yours...
[Belatedly, he realizes that he can't feel his toes, and then his knees give way; he leans on Alexstrasza, and even then he's so light. But he still doesn't let go of her hand. Even with her draining touch... he won't let go.]
[ She supports him effortlessly. All the strength she lost, all the weakness she endured--it's as if it never even existed now. Even from just a fraction of his energy she can feel herself revitalized beyond comprehension. Every nerve is of fire, fueled with raw power--and even as she moves to steady him, hold him, she finds herself...mortified
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[She'll only find love and concern in his features. He can't hide how much he cares for her, especially with his life force being robbed from him. But it's not thievery... not if he gave it freely, so that she might be strong, so that she might live despite Deathwing's taint. His own essence is so much lighter, fighting with every iota against Deathwing's darkness. Fighting so that Alexstrasza doesn't have to.
She's crying. Weeping for him, even in this state. He blinks wearily up at her, brushes a tear from her cheek.
This wasn't what he wanted at all.]
It is a small price to pay for their safety... your safety. That is all that matters...
[ The rest of her words fall off, her sentence finished before its completion. With his power thrumming within her her mind becomes more her own, the feeling of nostalgia--deja vu--overtakes her, and she can't help it as she chokes back a sound of distress and ducks her head to place her forehead against his. ]
[That feels beautiful and familiar, but he should be going. He needs her to return to the castle or wherever she's hiding, and standing here is only confusing her more. Yet... he can't help himself. His fingers tremble lightly, hesitating, and then he filters them through her long red hair. Even his breath has the warmth of a lover's caress against her cheeks.
He remembers the very first time they touched like this, though it was without tears. The world was young and so were they. The queen and her consort stood alone in a field of wild rose and dreamfoil, the forest behind them stretching for miles and miles, beyond even draconic sight. Alexstrasza had smiled at him as they touched, and he found himself compelled to smile back despite his sudden shyness. He was usually bold, perhaps a bit reckless, but always thoughtful and focused on the needs of his mate.
And now she needs him. If she doesn't need his life force to survive, she certainly needs his reassurance. His smile returns, though it's somewhat wry.]Do not weep for me so!
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But--I...why... [ ...does she feel like this? Especially toward one she should hate and despise. Someone she should have no qualms with killing...and yet here she is, holding and supporting him, keeping as close to him as she is able. Even if her forehead never leaves his and wetness continues to fall onto his face she knows she can't stay with him here--one of the others will notice, surely. She must continue the work of her Commander.
Who is this creature to hold rank equal to such a man...? Everything within her longs for this person she does not remember. Even his stolen energy fills her with an indescribable feeling--and she shake her head with another tortured sound ]
Why is it like this?? Why am I....? What's happening??
[He closes his eyes. He doesn't want to see her cry. Her hot tears on his cheeks make him want to cry too, though he hasn't indulged himself like that in several millennia. He isn't a child anymore, and indeed, he hasn't been one for a very long time.]
Think only of your own well-being now. You have fed... now you must make yourself scarce and wait for this all to pass. Your friends will take care of themselves, and I will provide if you need it.
[He holds the sides of her face.]
But you must leave me. Leave this city... He absolutely cannot find you again.
He just can't stay away. Not like this. And seeing her suffer is horrible for him.]
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There is nothing wrong with taking that which is given freely, Alexstrasza.
[softly]
Trust me.
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But all she knows is what she has become--so even as she reaches up with one hand to feel his face, trying to remember--she works to drain his strength from him with her touch, to make numbness work its way into his limbs ]
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I am yours...
[Belatedly, he realizes that he can't feel his toes, and then his knees give way; he leans on Alexstrasza, and even then he's so light. But he still doesn't let go of her hand. Even with her draining touch... he won't let go.]
Now and forever... my love.
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She's crying. Weeping for him, even in this state. He blinks wearily up at her, brushes a tear from her cheek.
This wasn't what he wanted at all.]
It is a small price to pay for their safety... your safety. That is all that matters...
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[ The rest of her words fall off, her sentence finished before its completion. With his power thrumming within her her mind becomes more her own, the feeling of nostalgia--deja vu--overtakes her, and she can't help it as she chokes back a sound of distress and ducks her head to place her forehead against his. ]
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He remembers the very first time they touched like this, though it was without tears. The world was young and so were they. The queen and her consort stood alone in a field of wild rose and dreamfoil, the forest behind them stretching for miles and miles, beyond even draconic sight. Alexstrasza had smiled at him as they touched, and he found himself compelled to smile back despite his sudden shyness. He was usually bold, perhaps a bit reckless, but always thoughtful and focused on the needs of his mate.
And now she needs him. If she doesn't need his life force to survive, she certainly needs his reassurance. His smile returns, though it's somewhat wry.]Do not weep for me so! ( ... )
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Who is this creature to hold rank equal to such a man...? Everything within her longs for this person she does not remember. Even his stolen energy fills her with an indescribable feeling--and she shake her head with another tortured sound ]
Why is it like this?? Why am I....? What's happening??
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Think only of your own well-being now. You have fed... now you must make yourself scarce and wait for this all to pass. Your friends will take care of themselves, and I will provide if you need it.
[He holds the sides of her face.]
But you must leave me. Leave this city... He absolutely cannot find you again.
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