~*II:Disclaimer:II*~
Well look at that. I got bored again. I'm Blackflame. Also known as Wren or
Asagao.
But here, I shall be known as Blackflame. I thank my good friend, Watershadow
for the
use name that she helped me come up with, and permission to let me write my own
version of her "A Tribute," Misty style. For those of you who do not know who
Misty is,
I pity you. Misty is Mercedes Lackey, and if you didn't know that that was her
nick name,
you can't truly call yourself a true Misty fan...well, you can, but let me live
in my own little
world...eh? *sigh* Anyways. For those of you who have been to Firebird Arts
(firebirdarts.com) there is a section that's called, Ask Misty. In this part,
you can ask the
Mistress of Vegarth herself the questions that have been burning a hole in your
brain for
some reason or other. One question that always comes up is "Where did so-and-so
go?"
"What happened to so-and-so?" "What's up with so-and-so?" And Misty's reply
always
tends to be, "Bermuda." "Van and Stef went to Bermuda." "Tarma and Keth are in
Bermuda." "Yes, Warrl went to Bermuda too." So, this is my tale of Bermuda,
sticking
all the characters of Velgarth together. One thing...
I DO NO OWN ANYTHING BELONGING TO MISTY, IDEAS, BOOKS, AND
ANYTHING ELSE THAT IS HERS AND NOT MINE! THEY ARE ALL MISTY'S. I
KNOW THAT MISTY ISN'T READING THIS BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE
STUPID ON HER PART, BUT NONETHELESS, I DISCLAIM THIS!!!!!!!!!
Well, with the last installment, I was told I damn well better write another
chapter, or I
may not live to see that light of another day. ^^; Eyah, so here it is, spring
water. Don't
kill me please?!
All puns are intended. Well, now that that is over, shall we get on with the
story?
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She sat quietly by the waters; it was quite dark out. The moon was waning and
the stars
shown as brightly as the sliver, but still, it was dark. She gazed out over the
waters as
dark as her black eyes. The island breeze was gustily and played with her shadow
colored
hair. The only thing light about her was her pale complexion, as if she rarely,
if ever, saw
the sun in life. She pulled her knees to her chest, her whipcord, dancer's body
covered by
a black suit and black Daise Duke's. Black sandals sat next her in the sand,
nearly
forgotten.
He sat next to her. His hair was the purest gold; his eyes the deepest blue that
the
heaven's ever produced. His kaki shorts matched the sand in the moon light. He
was tall,
broad shouldered, and dark complected, as if all he ever saw was the sun. He was
quite
night-blind, where she saw as if it were midday.
"A copper for your thoughts," he asked quietly, watching the waters as well.
"It took us a long time to get here, didn't it?" Her voice was soft and deep,
almost reedy.
"Yes, love. It did." His voice was tenor, musical, and full of warmth.
"Do you regret it," she asked, her voice nearly inaudible.
"None of it," he responded, just as quietly. "I had you at Twilight. I loved you
when the
curse was broken. I died with you in my arms. I have you now. I regret nothing."
He
was silent for a moment. "Do you?"
She hesitated for a moment, and her looked at her.
"Never," she replied. "You saved my heart. In turn, we saved Darshay. I died in
your
arms, and am with you now." She glanced over at him, a soft smile playing on her
lips.
"It _was_ your fault. You and your righteousness killed us both!"
He pounced on her, tumbling both of them until she lay beneath him, her lack
eyes dancing
merrily.
"My fault?" He trailed kisses down her jaw line. "If I recall correctly, it was
you who
insisted that the Guardian and his were in more dire need of Magic than we."
She chuckled deepening in her throat and he nibbled her ear lobe.
"Your memory does not fail you. However, who was it that taught me kindness and
justice?" She slid her hands down his arms and sought his shoulder. "Were it not
for you,
I would have let them die, and damned cheerfully, thanking Her that is was not
us. And
then were would we be?"
His wandering lips traveled to the hollow of her throat.
"I really could care less. We _did_ save Darshay, and we _are_ here. What does
anything
else matter?"
She slid her hands down his back as his fingers and mouth did delightful things.
"Nothing,
I would assume."
"Ugh," came a disgusted voice. "They're at it again!"
They both lost themselves to a laughing fit.
"Well, Lan, we're no better..." Kalira commented.
Lavan wrapped a possessive arm around the light haired girl's waist. "So?"
Both young lovers smiled and moved along, leaving the older lovers alone.
"Lifebonds," he said, his blond hair playing with the breeze.
She tapped his head. "We are lifebonds," her black eyes still dancing
mischievously.
He chuckled. "As Lavan said, 'so?'"
She smiled and put her arms around his neck, pulling herself to him in her own
possessive
way. "Well, sun-born lover. I rather enjoy this place far too much to leave just
yet, but
you seem to want life again."
He sighed as she drew him down next to her on the sandy beach. "Too true,
star-eyed
maid." He slid an arm under her head to pillow it, while the other snaked around
her slim
waist. "But I'll not go without you." He nuzzled her neck and she giggled. "I'd
rather
stay here in utter boredom with you than have to most adventurous life without
you."
She laughed when a sudden thought occurred to her. "Go speak with young Tarma.
She'll cures you with that Shin'a'in tongue of hers. And take an unholy delight
in your
discomfort when your misfortune happens upon you!"
He face too on an expression of mock shock. "my Lady! You are too vindictive for
your
own good!" He grinned devilishly at her, tumbling again to pin her down beneath
him. "I
think it is time for you to be put in your place!"
His mouth descended upon hers and she chuckled deeply in her throat. He freed
her hands
for hardly a moment, but it was long enough. She'd long ago found that he was
ticklish.
Very ticklish.
Her fingers went to his sided and worked their way to his most ticklish spot and
he was
sent into s giggling fit. He collapsed in the sand next to her, but she didn't
let up. She
threw her leg over, straddling him, and continued her ministrations. The night
was
punctuated with his hysterical laughing.
A short time later, he turned the tables on her; she may not be ticklish, but he
was stronger
than her. Once again, they tumbled ad he sat on her, quite content and smiling
maliciously
down at her.
"Beast," she said shortly, laughing.
"Minx," he countered.
"You're taking too much delight in this," she replied, crossing her arms over
her chest.
He returned the gesture. "You were torturing me."
He laughed richly. "oh, yes. Torture by pleasure. I am a naughty little one,
aren't I?"
His smiled turned into t grin. "Yes, you are." He bent down fluidly and
whispered at her
lips, "I think you need a little of that treatment."
He kissed her teasingly until her wrapped her arms around his neck and would not
let him
go. He did a few other things teasingly, and then he stopped teasing, and
neither were in
any shape to hear a soft whisper on the wind, :Key Largo, Montego, Baby, why
don't we
go...:
Well look at that. I got bored again. I'm Blackflame. Also known as Wren or
Asagao.
But here, I shall be known as Blackflame. I thank my good friend, Watershadow
for the
use name that she helped me come up with, and permission to let me write my own
version of her "A Tribute," Misty style. For those of you who do not know who
Misty is,
I pity you. Misty is Mercedes Lackey, and if you didn't know that that was her
nick name,
you can't truly call yourself a true Misty fan...well, you can, but let me live
in my own little
world...eh? *sigh* Anyways. For those of you who have been to Firebird Arts
(firebirdarts.com) there is a section that's called, Ask Misty. In this part,
you can ask the
Mistress of Vegarth herself the questions that have been burning a hole in your
brain for
some reason or other. One question that always comes up is "Where did so-and-so
go?"
"What happened to so-and-so?" "What's up with so-and-so?" And Misty's reply
always
tends to be, "Bermuda." "Van and Stef went to Bermuda." "Tarma and Keth are in
Bermuda." "Yes, Warrl went to Bermuda too." So, this is my tale of Bermuda,
sticking
all the characters of Velgarth together. One thing...
I DO NO OWN ANYTHING BELONGING TO MISTY, IDEAS, BOOKS, AND
ANYTHING ELSE THAT IS HERS AND NOT MINE! THEY ARE ALL MISTY'S. I
KNOW THAT MISTY ISN'T READING THIS BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE
STUPID ON HER PART, BUT NONETHELESS, I DISCLAIM THIS!!!!!!!!!
Well, with the last installment, I was told I damn well better write another
chapter, or I
may not live to see that light of another day. ^^; Eyah, so here it is, spring
water. Don't
kill me please?!
All puns are intended. Well, now that that is over, shall we get on with the
story?
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
She sat quietly by the waters; it was quite dark out. The moon was waning and
the stars
shown as brightly as the sliver, but still, it was dark. She gazed out over the
waters as
dark as her black eyes. The island breeze was gustily and played with her shadow
colored
hair. The only thing light about her was her pale complexion, as if she rarely,
if ever, saw
the sun in life. She pulled her knees to her chest, her whipcord, dancer's body
covered by
a black suit and black Daise Duke's. Black sandals sat next her in the sand,
nearly
forgotten.
He sat next to her. His hair was the purest gold; his eyes the deepest blue that
the
heaven's ever produced. His kaki shorts matched the sand in the moon light. He
was tall,
broad shouldered, and dark complected, as if all he ever saw was the sun. He was
quite
night-blind, where she saw as if it were midday.
"A copper for your thoughts," he asked quietly, watching the waters as well.
"It took us a long time to get here, didn't it?" Her voice was soft and deep,
almost reedy.
"Yes, love. It did." His voice was tenor, musical, and full of warmth.
"Do you regret it," she asked, her voice nearly inaudible.
"None of it," he responded, just as quietly. "I had you at Twilight. I loved you
when the
curse was broken. I died with you in my arms. I have you now. I regret nothing."
He
was silent for a moment. "Do you?"
She hesitated for a moment, and her looked at her.
"Never," she replied. "You saved my heart. In turn, we saved Darshay. I died in
your
arms, and am with you now." She glanced over at him, a soft smile playing on her
lips.
"It _was_ your fault. You and your righteousness killed us both!"
He pounced on her, tumbling both of them until she lay beneath him, her lack
eyes dancing
merrily.
"My fault?" He trailed kisses down her jaw line. "If I recall correctly, it was
you who
insisted that the Guardian and his were in more dire need of Magic than we."
She chuckled deepening in her throat and he nibbled her ear lobe.
"Your memory does not fail you. However, who was it that taught me kindness and
justice?" She slid her hands down his arms and sought his shoulder. "Were it not
for you,
I would have let them die, and damned cheerfully, thanking Her that is was not
us. And
then were would we be?"
His wandering lips traveled to the hollow of her throat.
"I really could care less. We _did_ save Darshay, and we _are_ here. What does
anything
else matter?"
She slid her hands down his back as his fingers and mouth did delightful things.
"Nothing,
I would assume."
"Ugh," came a disgusted voice. "They're at it again!"
They both lost themselves to a laughing fit.
"Well, Lan, we're no better..." Kalira commented.
Lavan wrapped a possessive arm around the light haired girl's waist. "So?"
Both young lovers smiled and moved along, leaving the older lovers alone.
"Lifebonds," he said, his blond hair playing with the breeze.
She tapped his head. "We are lifebonds," her black eyes still dancing
mischievously.
He chuckled. "As Lavan said, 'so?'"
She smiled and put her arms around his neck, pulling herself to him in her own
possessive
way. "Well, sun-born lover. I rather enjoy this place far too much to leave just
yet, but
you seem to want life again."
He sighed as she drew him down next to her on the sandy beach. "Too true,
star-eyed
maid." He slid an arm under her head to pillow it, while the other snaked around
her slim
waist. "But I'll not go without you." He nuzzled her neck and she giggled. "I'd
rather
stay here in utter boredom with you than have to most adventurous life without
you."
She laughed when a sudden thought occurred to her. "Go speak with young Tarma.
She'll cures you with that Shin'a'in tongue of hers. And take an unholy delight
in your
discomfort when your misfortune happens upon you!"
He face too on an expression of mock shock. "my Lady! You are too vindictive for
your
own good!" He grinned devilishly at her, tumbling again to pin her down beneath
him. "I
think it is time for you to be put in your place!"
His mouth descended upon hers and she chuckled deeply in her throat. He freed
her hands
for hardly a moment, but it was long enough. She'd long ago found that he was
ticklish.
Very ticklish.
Her fingers went to his sided and worked their way to his most ticklish spot and
he was
sent into s giggling fit. He collapsed in the sand next to her, but she didn't
let up. She
threw her leg over, straddling him, and continued her ministrations. The night
was
punctuated with his hysterical laughing.
A short time later, he turned the tables on her; she may not be ticklish, but he
was stronger
than her. Once again, they tumbled ad he sat on her, quite content and smiling
maliciously
down at her.
"Beast," she said shortly, laughing.
"Minx," he countered.
"You're taking too much delight in this," she replied, crossing her arms over
her chest.
He returned the gesture. "You were torturing me."
He laughed richly. "oh, yes. Torture by pleasure. I am a naughty little one,
aren't I?"
His smiled turned into t grin. "Yes, you are." He bent down fluidly and
whispered at her
lips, "I think you need a little of that treatment."
He kissed her teasingly until her wrapped her arms around his neck and would not
let him
go. He did a few other things teasingly, and then he stopped teasing, and
neither were in
any shape to hear a soft whisper on the wind, :Key Largo, Montego, Baby, why
don't we
go...: