A Love Unspoken
Chapter One
Note, This chapter is from Ronin's point of view. Chapter two will be from Tara's point of view.
The green fronds parted before Ronin, granting him entrance to Tara's domain. Ronin dropped to his knees as he entered her home, a habit too engrained to break. It had almost become a ritual between them. Briefly he wondered how she would react to his kneeling before her today. Would she tease him as she sometimes does, her eyes dancing with merriment as she reminds him how sweet his all too rare smile is. Sometimes he thinks thats the sole reason that he kneels before her, to gain that treasured reminder of long ago lighter times, when they weren't bound by duty. Times when there was a whole world of possibilities, when dreams of love were more than just dreams.
The rich green of the leaves, the vibrant velvet purple of the flowers, seemed to glow in the sunbeams that danced down from above. Tara's back was to him, and her brown skin glistened in the soft golden light. It's silken sheen enhanced by the pure white petals of her dress, and deep within himself Ronin ran his hands along her skin, felt it warm and smooth beneath his touch.
Ronin watched breathlessly as her hand trailed lightly up the green stems, rising to drift tenderly across the jewel like petals, a gentle caress of love. If only her hand would run across his skin like that. He sensed, rather than heard, the soft singsong tone of her whisper, as she crooned endearments to the flowers. It danced in his soul like sweet far away music, if only the tune were sung for him.
Sometimes he almost envied her bond with the plants that surrounded her, the way her fingers brushed tenderly across their iridescent petals, the soft murmur of her voice as she whispered endearments to them. In those moments when he watched her, Ronin almost wished he were one of these plants, that moved and vibrated beneath her touch. And he longed to feel her fingers run lightly across his skin, to hear her whisper words of love and tenderness to him.
In that moment before she turned to face him, he almost forgot duty and position, and spoke the words of love that lept to his lips. Nearly rose and drew her into his arms, but he fought the urge down, reminded himself sternly that he had to protect her, keep her safe from danger. He had dedicated his life to this.
Tara turned and smiled at him at last, but there was something shielded in her eyes, as though a rare sorrow touched them. It was something that Ronin couldn't read, and all he could do was wish that things were different, that he could reach out and touch her soul with his love. As it was all he could do was long for her silently, with a love unspoken.
Author's Notes
It's glorious spring weather here, which lets me sit in the garden among the violas and other flowers, and dream. This story came from those dreams, so often now I see Ronin, Tara, and the leafmen moving among the plants. I hope it was good, I struggled horribly with tenses and sentance structure. I'd love reviews.
The next chapter is the same scene from Tara's point of view. I hope my muse is good to me. ;)