-Chapter Five-
A/N: Apologies! I just haven't been inspired! I want you to know that my style MIGHT change slightly, because my character has changed some. *coughs* (I've been depressed since March, haven't had much motivation.) But THANK YOU to every who reviewed this story, especially Badger and Prissy Gray, you two have really forced me to start writing this again! Love you so much.
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Godric did not sleep that night. While Rowena was still awake, he lay very still and kept his eyes shut. But when her breathing slowed and he was certain that she was far away in sleep, he opened them again. Moonlight was coming in through the little window next to him, giving the room a strange, almost watery transparency. He hated this; he had always hated it. It was in the moonlight that his father had left them. That night was still clear in his mind. Hidden in the shadowy corners, death seemed to wait. And death was always there as a threat to Godric on these nights.
He knew very well that he would not be able to sleep at all. So he slipped quietly from the warm nest of the bed and escaped to the open moor. He did not notice Rowena's eyes open. Outside, the moors stretched all around him. The ground rolled up and down, as if it were the sea. But Godric didn't know that. He had never seen the sea. He had rarely ever even been into any of the nearby villages. Life was simple and protected here in the moors, safe in their snug cottage. Everything fit into a pattern, a pattern that he was used to. And yet... something was different since Rowena had arrived. Everything was sweeter, more beautiful.
Turning back towards the house, he saw her. She was standing outside the doorway of the cottage; a white ghost pearled against shadows of black. She was watching him, though from this distance he couldn't see her eyes. He could only feel her gaze, following him everywhere. Somehow, he couldn't tear his own eyes away from hers. Slowly, without knowing why, he began to step towards her. Rowena, Rowena... That was all he could think. Oh god, she was leaving. She was leaving! She was going to leave him!
"Rowena," he whispered, stepping towards her more quickly. "Rowena!" She stepped towards him, her pale feet barely brushing the ground, and placed a finger over his lips'
"I know," she said softly. "But don't speak." Rowena's heart wrenched as she looked into his pain filled eyes.
"Rowena - I - I must speak. I have to say it, I have to tell you how I feel." She shook her head violently.
"No, Godric, don't say it."
"I must."
"No!" Her voice rose in a shriek.
Inside the cottage, Elaine woke with a start.
A/N: Heh heh, aren't I evil? Mwahahahaha! Very short, but you'll live. Please review, even if you just want to say it's crap. Thank you, come again.
A/N: Apologies! I just haven't been inspired! I want you to know that my style MIGHT change slightly, because my character has changed some. *coughs* (I've been depressed since March, haven't had much motivation.) But THANK YOU to every who reviewed this story, especially Badger and Prissy Gray, you two have really forced me to start writing this again! Love you so much.
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Godric did not sleep that night. While Rowena was still awake, he lay very still and kept his eyes shut. But when her breathing slowed and he was certain that she was far away in sleep, he opened them again. Moonlight was coming in through the little window next to him, giving the room a strange, almost watery transparency. He hated this; he had always hated it. It was in the moonlight that his father had left them. That night was still clear in his mind. Hidden in the shadowy corners, death seemed to wait. And death was always there as a threat to Godric on these nights.
He knew very well that he would not be able to sleep at all. So he slipped quietly from the warm nest of the bed and escaped to the open moor. He did not notice Rowena's eyes open. Outside, the moors stretched all around him. The ground rolled up and down, as if it were the sea. But Godric didn't know that. He had never seen the sea. He had rarely ever even been into any of the nearby villages. Life was simple and protected here in the moors, safe in their snug cottage. Everything fit into a pattern, a pattern that he was used to. And yet... something was different since Rowena had arrived. Everything was sweeter, more beautiful.
Turning back towards the house, he saw her. She was standing outside the doorway of the cottage; a white ghost pearled against shadows of black. She was watching him, though from this distance he couldn't see her eyes. He could only feel her gaze, following him everywhere. Somehow, he couldn't tear his own eyes away from hers. Slowly, without knowing why, he began to step towards her. Rowena, Rowena... That was all he could think. Oh god, she was leaving. She was leaving! She was going to leave him!
"Rowena," he whispered, stepping towards her more quickly. "Rowena!" She stepped towards him, her pale feet barely brushing the ground, and placed a finger over his lips'
"I know," she said softly. "But don't speak." Rowena's heart wrenched as she looked into his pain filled eyes.
"Rowena - I - I must speak. I have to say it, I have to tell you how I feel." She shook her head violently.
"No, Godric, don't say it."
"I must."
"No!" Her voice rose in a shriek.
Inside the cottage, Elaine woke with a start.
A/N: Heh heh, aren't I evil? Mwahahahaha! Very short, but you'll live. Please review, even if you just want to say it's crap. Thank you, come again.