You're staying here....
Dilandau didn't say anything to the young girl right away, he sipped at the red wine, almost the shade of his eyes. Even though he didn't really need an explanation for having Gwendoline brought to him, (since when did he explain anything to anyone?) he thought that it would at least sound better.
"So, Gwendoline is it?" he asked slowly. Gwendoline, who now stood before the candles watching them, turned briefly to nod. Dilandau rose, "I''m Dilandau, a lord of the Zaibach Empire. Would you like a glass of wine?" he asked, "Or something else?" Gwendoline turned again to face him, and shook her head, a shy smile upon her face. "You recognized me," Dilandau noted, "Where from?" He knew where from, but he had to get a conversation started somehow.
Gwendoline glanced at the candles and then back at Dilandau. "From that day in the forest...when everything was burning." Dilandau noticed a strange flicker in the girls eyes as she recalled this. "Did it frighten you," he asked coming closer, "When everything was burning around you?" Gwendoline shook her head. "No...it was....pretty." Dilandau raised an eyebrow. Pretty? Fire? That was a new one. "So you think fire is pretty, huh?" Dilandau asked, circling her. Gwendoline nodded, oblivious to his speculative gaze, "Yes, especially the bigger ones." Gwendoline looked down sadly. "I haven't seen many of those." Dilandau stopped circling Gwendoline and thought quietly for a moment.
"Are you certain there's nothing about fire that scares you," Dilandau asked, a mischievous glint in those magenta eyes. "Yes, I'm certain." Gwendoline replied. Dilandau said nothing for a moment, but then, he walked over and look a candlestick, the candle itself the color of jade. Gwendoline watched the flame with renewed interest. "Gwendoline," Dilandau said, "How close can you put your hand to this flame without it bothering you?" Gwendoline blinked at Dilandau and then turned her attention back to the light of the candle. Wordlessly, she reached out a steady hand. The hand went closer, and closer, and closer to the flame, until it was a little less than an inch away. Suddenly, Dilandau shot up a hand, grabbing Gwendoline's, since it didn't seem as if she were going to stop.
"You do know what happens when you get too close to fire," he asked her quietly, not releasing her hand. Gwendoline nodded. "You burn up. Like Gwenivere." Dilandau regarded Gwendoline puzzledly. "Who's Gwenivere?" "That was my twin sister." Gwendoline said. She studied the flame, not looking at Dilandau. "She died when the house burned down. That was the only time I saw a big fire. It was so pretty. It was my first one, my best one, too." "Whoa, whoa," said Dilandau letting Gwendoline go, "You started that fire? You mean you....killed your sister?"
Gwendoline shook her head. "I made the fire," she said, "but the fire took Gwenivere away," Gwendoline looked towards the open window. "I use to think, when I was younger, that maybe someday, fire would bring her back." Gwendoline shrugged.
Dilandau put the candlestick back and turned to face Gwendoline. "I have something to ask you, Gwendoline." "Um, what is it?" Gwendoline asked when he had come closer to her, closer than he had been before. "Would you like to stay here...with me?" Gwendoline didn't speak for a long time, her eyes silently studying Dilandau.
She had promised to bring her mother something, which meant she would be going, on the other hand...she liked Dilandau. He reminded her of fire, and since he liked it too, she doubted he would keep her from making one of her own. Still...
"I....have to go. I promised my mother I'd bring her back something, maybe flowers." Dilandau chuckled huskily. "You can send her flowers," he said brushing her face with a finger. "All the flowers she wants. But you," he grabbed her arm for emphasis, "are staying here...with me." Before Gwendoline could say anything else, Dilandau kissed her. Gwendoline went limp after a moment and Dilandau realized it was probably due to lack of air. He pulled away. Gwendoline gasped slightly, regarding him widee - eyed. "You...why did you.." "I like you," Dilandau said rubbing a gentle finger across her lips. "and I want you," He smiled devilishly. "Very much."
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This was a weird chapter in my opinion, but whether you liked it or not is up to you. There will be NO SMUT in the next chapter (check the rating damnit!) but there will be a little emphasis. Byez! BP
Dilandau didn't say anything to the young girl right away, he sipped at the red wine, almost the shade of his eyes. Even though he didn't really need an explanation for having Gwendoline brought to him, (since when did he explain anything to anyone?) he thought that it would at least sound better.
"So, Gwendoline is it?" he asked slowly. Gwendoline, who now stood before the candles watching them, turned briefly to nod. Dilandau rose, "I''m Dilandau, a lord of the Zaibach Empire. Would you like a glass of wine?" he asked, "Or something else?" Gwendoline turned again to face him, and shook her head, a shy smile upon her face. "You recognized me," Dilandau noted, "Where from?" He knew where from, but he had to get a conversation started somehow.
Gwendoline glanced at the candles and then back at Dilandau. "From that day in the forest...when everything was burning." Dilandau noticed a strange flicker in the girls eyes as she recalled this. "Did it frighten you," he asked coming closer, "When everything was burning around you?" Gwendoline shook her head. "No...it was....pretty." Dilandau raised an eyebrow. Pretty? Fire? That was a new one. "So you think fire is pretty, huh?" Dilandau asked, circling her. Gwendoline nodded, oblivious to his speculative gaze, "Yes, especially the bigger ones." Gwendoline looked down sadly. "I haven't seen many of those." Dilandau stopped circling Gwendoline and thought quietly for a moment.
"Are you certain there's nothing about fire that scares you," Dilandau asked, a mischievous glint in those magenta eyes. "Yes, I'm certain." Gwendoline replied. Dilandau said nothing for a moment, but then, he walked over and look a candlestick, the candle itself the color of jade. Gwendoline watched the flame with renewed interest. "Gwendoline," Dilandau said, "How close can you put your hand to this flame without it bothering you?" Gwendoline blinked at Dilandau and then turned her attention back to the light of the candle. Wordlessly, she reached out a steady hand. The hand went closer, and closer, and closer to the flame, until it was a little less than an inch away. Suddenly, Dilandau shot up a hand, grabbing Gwendoline's, since it didn't seem as if she were going to stop.
"You do know what happens when you get too close to fire," he asked her quietly, not releasing her hand. Gwendoline nodded. "You burn up. Like Gwenivere." Dilandau regarded Gwendoline puzzledly. "Who's Gwenivere?" "That was my twin sister." Gwendoline said. She studied the flame, not looking at Dilandau. "She died when the house burned down. That was the only time I saw a big fire. It was so pretty. It was my first one, my best one, too." "Whoa, whoa," said Dilandau letting Gwendoline go, "You started that fire? You mean you....killed your sister?"
Gwendoline shook her head. "I made the fire," she said, "but the fire took Gwenivere away," Gwendoline looked towards the open window. "I use to think, when I was younger, that maybe someday, fire would bring her back." Gwendoline shrugged.
Dilandau put the candlestick back and turned to face Gwendoline. "I have something to ask you, Gwendoline." "Um, what is it?" Gwendoline asked when he had come closer to her, closer than he had been before. "Would you like to stay here...with me?" Gwendoline didn't speak for a long time, her eyes silently studying Dilandau.
She had promised to bring her mother something, which meant she would be going, on the other hand...she liked Dilandau. He reminded her of fire, and since he liked it too, she doubted he would keep her from making one of her own. Still...
"I....have to go. I promised my mother I'd bring her back something, maybe flowers." Dilandau chuckled huskily. "You can send her flowers," he said brushing her face with a finger. "All the flowers she wants. But you," he grabbed her arm for emphasis, "are staying here...with me." Before Gwendoline could say anything else, Dilandau kissed her. Gwendoline went limp after a moment and Dilandau realized it was probably due to lack of air. He pulled away. Gwendoline gasped slightly, regarding him widee - eyed. "You...why did you.." "I like you," Dilandau said rubbing a gentle finger across her lips. "and I want you," He smiled devilishly. "Very much."
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This was a weird chapter in my opinion, but whether you liked it or not is up to you. There will be NO SMUT in the next chapter (check the rating damnit!) but there will be a little emphasis. Byez! BP