Got bored and I reread my reviews so I decided I'd do a second chapter,
*grins wickedly*. Enjoy!
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The Mistress of Light stared out her window, watching the cold busy streets crowed to the brim with hustling people and cars that made up New York. The Mistress ignored her duty to the law enforcements today, not feeling like leaving the comfort of her small home. Because if she dared to leave the sanctuary of her room, The Evil Lord would invade her realm and make her spiral down farther into the world of the Witchblade. And if The Evil Lord would invade then surely his fateful assassin, The Master of Darkness would be there at his side.
That's where she grew sad to think about, for The Mistress of Light was confused with her abundant feelings towards The Master of Darkness. Though he swore he would never do a thing to hurt her, she feared what he would do if The Evil Lord told him to slay the Mistress. For she wasn't certain of the venom she spat at him daily and why she did it. The Mistress knew one feeling and was positive that it would tear down the mountains high walls she had built up.
Her love for him. She didn't know when it happened, when she drew comfort and strength in his presence and his words that weren't cryptic. All she knew was that one day she awoke and realized what the warm feeling was inside her when he was around. That was the only reason she ever visited The Evil Lord, was to see The Master of Darkness.
The nights were with her too for she dreamed of him every night. The Mistress of Darkness would be lost in a Labyrinth of Darkness, a madman, The Evil Lord, was chasing her and gaining ground faster than she could cover it. Then she would run into a dead end, trapping her with the madman mere feet away from her. Just as the madman reached out his hand to grasp her neck, The Master of Darkness would appear out of nowhere and cut his hand off with his broad sword. The Evil Lord would run back to whence he came, leaving The Master of Darkness and The Mistress of Light together. He would step forward, taking her chin in his bare hand and guide her mouth to his. Her hands would slide up his lean chest to rest at his broad shoulders.
Then she would wake up.
It hurt every morning that he should be allied with The Evil Lord and not her. It hurt her to wake every morning without him beside her, in her bed with her. It hurt to think that he could never be here, that he would chose The Evil Lord over her company and love. A solo tear was streaking its warm path down her cheek as if to reassure her. She swatted it away, being bitter that she could not have the one man she wanted and needed.
In her mind she whispered these words: please come to me Ian, please come be with me.
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The Mistress of Light stared out her window, watching the cold busy streets crowed to the brim with hustling people and cars that made up New York. The Mistress ignored her duty to the law enforcements today, not feeling like leaving the comfort of her small home. Because if she dared to leave the sanctuary of her room, The Evil Lord would invade her realm and make her spiral down farther into the world of the Witchblade. And if The Evil Lord would invade then surely his fateful assassin, The Master of Darkness would be there at his side.
That's where she grew sad to think about, for The Mistress of Light was confused with her abundant feelings towards The Master of Darkness. Though he swore he would never do a thing to hurt her, she feared what he would do if The Evil Lord told him to slay the Mistress. For she wasn't certain of the venom she spat at him daily and why she did it. The Mistress knew one feeling and was positive that it would tear down the mountains high walls she had built up.
Her love for him. She didn't know when it happened, when she drew comfort and strength in his presence and his words that weren't cryptic. All she knew was that one day she awoke and realized what the warm feeling was inside her when he was around. That was the only reason she ever visited The Evil Lord, was to see The Master of Darkness.
The nights were with her too for she dreamed of him every night. The Mistress of Darkness would be lost in a Labyrinth of Darkness, a madman, The Evil Lord, was chasing her and gaining ground faster than she could cover it. Then she would run into a dead end, trapping her with the madman mere feet away from her. Just as the madman reached out his hand to grasp her neck, The Master of Darkness would appear out of nowhere and cut his hand off with his broad sword. The Evil Lord would run back to whence he came, leaving The Master of Darkness and The Mistress of Light together. He would step forward, taking her chin in his bare hand and guide her mouth to his. Her hands would slide up his lean chest to rest at his broad shoulders.
Then she would wake up.
It hurt every morning that he should be allied with The Evil Lord and not her. It hurt her to wake every morning without him beside her, in her bed with her. It hurt to think that he could never be here, that he would chose The Evil Lord over her company and love. A solo tear was streaking its warm path down her cheek as if to reassure her. She swatted it away, being bitter that she could not have the one man she wanted and needed.
In her mind she whispered these words: please come to me Ian, please come be with me.
