I have an award for this (though it's not a valid award, it's good enough)!
"Best-Written Romance FanFic With Minimal Use Of Names" from Mako-chan
Wolf. Thank You!
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The Master of Darkness poised himself on the fire escape in hiding but still able to see The Mistress of Light. Usually his Lady was sulking around her room, though she kept herself busy and tried not to show how depressed she was. Today, she let herself slip into her sulking and didn't bother to move from staring out at the window. He could see the paths of the tears that were there once. What he couldn't figure out was why she would cry. His Lady never cried.
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The Mistress of Light had not willed herself to move from the window since she changed into different clothes. Thus, unless she had to use the bathroom, she would not move from her spot. She couldn't stop dwelling on the thoughts of her Lord not choosing to be with her. She had a sliver of hope that if she stared outside long enough he would appear before her eyes. She had watched all day and not once had she even seen a shadow move that resembled him.
Two solo tears slipped down her cheek, it hurt to look outside. The Mistress turned away and carefully picked her way over to her bed. It was a little hard considering she hadn't bothered to clean in such a long time that everything decided to get in her way. More tears were falling as her frustration grew with her nearly stumbling over the clothes. She caved into her anger and kicked everything out of her path or threw it out of the way. Things took to the air and sailed into the wall, crashing to the cold floor, or for a selective few even made it as to land on the couch. She was being selfish but it didn't matter to her now.
With her energy spent, The Mistress of Light collapsed to the foot of her bed crying. She couldn't take the pain and loneliness anymore, she wouldn't. As soon as she saw The Master of Darkness, and her heart, she was going to tell him something that scared her to death.
She was going to tell him she loved him.
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The Master of Darkness watched with horror as his Lady took out her frustration on anything getting her way. She had turned from sulking to vicious in a matter of seconds. And with a broken heart he watched her cry. It hurt so bad to watch her suffer alone.
He made his mind up, he wasn't going to let her suffer alone. If she rejected him, he would make her take her hatred out on him. With care he opened the window shutting him out and slipped inside on silent feet. His Lady was sobbing into her hands, making it easier to slip by. The Witchblade noticed his presence by swirling but didn't warn its wielder of him.
"Lady," he regretted his sudden action as she jumped. The Master's eyes met the floor, his courage spent and gone. But that didn't stop him from seeing her stand and awe at him. For that was what his Lady was doing, awing at his presence in her room.
The Mistress of Light couldn't believe that her Lord was standing here in her presence. For the first time since their meeting he had come here to really talk to her maybe to even comfort her. But she had a duty to do first.
Slowly she walked over to him, never taking her eyes off of him. She slid her arms around his neck and her lips met his in a testing kiss. Her Lord stood stalk still, still shocked that his Lady would do something like this. But The Master of Darkness recovered fast and deepened the kiss while following her lead.
Both reluctantly pulled up for air at the same time. The Master took to nuzzling her neck, waiting for her to regain her breath. His Lady basked in the feeling of him being near her.
"Stay with me," she whispered to him, barely audible in her ears but clearly to his. His muscular arms wrapped around her tighter, drawing comfort in her words and her nearness. It all seemed like a dream that would be a pain to wake up from. And quite frankly, The Master did not want to leave.
"How long?" his voice warmed her senses. The Mistress mussed that she could stay like this forever.
"How about forever?" she whispered back before taking his mouth again
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The Evil Lord sat in his throne near the fireplace, contemplating his plan to ensnare The Mistress of Light. He had sent his willing servant to watch her for some time. He was supposed to be back by now.
A tingling feeling came from the intertwined circles on his wrist given to him by his obsession. He went to absently rub them as he always then but The Evil Lord made a shocking discovery.
They were gone.
He checked his wrist again. There was no mistake, they were gone. Fear crept on silent feet, awaiting its prey in the shadows. With the discovery, fear leapt forward. It consumed The Evil Lord, leaving no hope of ever ensnaring The Mistress again. No hope of ever getting her blood to sustain his evil life. No hope for anything.
For he knew, though he tried to prevent it, that The Master of Darkness and The Mistress of Light were destined to be together. He had hoped that somehow The Mistress would chose him and he would have everything his black little heart desired. But nothing had stopped Destiny's plan and now there was nothing he could do to rip them apart.
Nothing
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The Master of Darkness poised himself on the fire escape in hiding but still able to see The Mistress of Light. Usually his Lady was sulking around her room, though she kept herself busy and tried not to show how depressed she was. Today, she let herself slip into her sulking and didn't bother to move from staring out at the window. He could see the paths of the tears that were there once. What he couldn't figure out was why she would cry. His Lady never cried.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
The Mistress of Light had not willed herself to move from the window since she changed into different clothes. Thus, unless she had to use the bathroom, she would not move from her spot. She couldn't stop dwelling on the thoughts of her Lord not choosing to be with her. She had a sliver of hope that if she stared outside long enough he would appear before her eyes. She had watched all day and not once had she even seen a shadow move that resembled him.
Two solo tears slipped down her cheek, it hurt to look outside. The Mistress turned away and carefully picked her way over to her bed. It was a little hard considering she hadn't bothered to clean in such a long time that everything decided to get in her way. More tears were falling as her frustration grew with her nearly stumbling over the clothes. She caved into her anger and kicked everything out of her path or threw it out of the way. Things took to the air and sailed into the wall, crashing to the cold floor, or for a selective few even made it as to land on the couch. She was being selfish but it didn't matter to her now.
With her energy spent, The Mistress of Light collapsed to the foot of her bed crying. She couldn't take the pain and loneliness anymore, she wouldn't. As soon as she saw The Master of Darkness, and her heart, she was going to tell him something that scared her to death.
She was going to tell him she loved him.
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The Master of Darkness watched with horror as his Lady took out her frustration on anything getting her way. She had turned from sulking to vicious in a matter of seconds. And with a broken heart he watched her cry. It hurt so bad to watch her suffer alone.
He made his mind up, he wasn't going to let her suffer alone. If she rejected him, he would make her take her hatred out on him. With care he opened the window shutting him out and slipped inside on silent feet. His Lady was sobbing into her hands, making it easier to slip by. The Witchblade noticed his presence by swirling but didn't warn its wielder of him.
"Lady," he regretted his sudden action as she jumped. The Master's eyes met the floor, his courage spent and gone. But that didn't stop him from seeing her stand and awe at him. For that was what his Lady was doing, awing at his presence in her room.
The Mistress of Light couldn't believe that her Lord was standing here in her presence. For the first time since their meeting he had come here to really talk to her maybe to even comfort her. But she had a duty to do first.
Slowly she walked over to him, never taking her eyes off of him. She slid her arms around his neck and her lips met his in a testing kiss. Her Lord stood stalk still, still shocked that his Lady would do something like this. But The Master of Darkness recovered fast and deepened the kiss while following her lead.
Both reluctantly pulled up for air at the same time. The Master took to nuzzling her neck, waiting for her to regain her breath. His Lady basked in the feeling of him being near her.
"Stay with me," she whispered to him, barely audible in her ears but clearly to his. His muscular arms wrapped around her tighter, drawing comfort in her words and her nearness. It all seemed like a dream that would be a pain to wake up from. And quite frankly, The Master did not want to leave.
"How long?" his voice warmed her senses. The Mistress mussed that she could stay like this forever.
"How about forever?" she whispered back before taking his mouth again
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The Evil Lord sat in his throne near the fireplace, contemplating his plan to ensnare The Mistress of Light. He had sent his willing servant to watch her for some time. He was supposed to be back by now.
A tingling feeling came from the intertwined circles on his wrist given to him by his obsession. He went to absently rub them as he always then but The Evil Lord made a shocking discovery.
They were gone.
He checked his wrist again. There was no mistake, they were gone. Fear crept on silent feet, awaiting its prey in the shadows. With the discovery, fear leapt forward. It consumed The Evil Lord, leaving no hope of ever ensnaring The Mistress again. No hope of ever getting her blood to sustain his evil life. No hope for anything.
For he knew, though he tried to prevent it, that The Master of Darkness and The Mistress of Light were destined to be together. He had hoped that somehow The Mistress would chose him and he would have everything his black little heart desired. But nothing had stopped Destiny's plan and now there was nothing he could do to rip them apart.
Nothing
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