I'm SO SORRY!!!!! Okay well I have not updated in decades, so here goes.
Oh by the way, I MIGHT change this to Dilandau/Tyrael… what do you think? I could make Van the usual power starved monarch that captures her or something… well tell me what ya think. I've got two plots planned out it seems… email me if you want to know what they both are, I desperately need help deciding ^^;
REALLY short, but I felt like I need to get SOMETHING up there. I'm starting a new fic as well so… bear with me^^;
Allen stepped back, wide-eyed, jaw dropped. (A/n: you know the look^^)
"What are your orders, my Lord?" asked Tyrael, still kneeling.
Allen was still speechless. Tyrael smiled, though he could not see her face. He quickly composed himself.
"You may rise, my lady." He said, pouring on the usual charm, he offered his hand. Tyrael took it and stood. He stood and stared at her.
Just then, Bono stumbled into the clearing, carrying a load of crudely chopped wood.
"What the hell!?" he screamed. He dropped the wood. It landed on his foot. "FUCK!"
"Watch your mouth in front of a lady!" Allen said angrily, turning on his heel.
"Yes sir." Bono quickly stood straight and looked down.
Tyrael stood with a sombre look on her face, Allen could tell she had a perpetual frown. 'I will make it my job to keep her smiling' he turned and smiled at her.
"Welcome, Tyrael," he offered his hand and she took it. He planted a small kiss on it and she tensed slightly. "I have so many questions for you to answer when you're ready."
With a slight inclination of the head, she followed Allen from the clearing. Just before she stepped from it, she turned back to the indent her statue had caused. She shivered.
"You must be freezing," Allen said from just behind her, "here take my jacket."
"I'm fine, my lord." Tyrael said resolutely, "I do not feel the cold."
"Nonsense!" he cried, slinging his furs over her shoulders, "there that's better isn't it?"
"As you wish, my lord," She said.
"Please, call me Allen," he said with a smile.
In truth, Tyrael was glad for the jacket, she had begun to be wary of the looks Allen gave her when he thought she wasn't looking. Typical. 'Better looking than the last one, though' she almost giggled, 'yeah right'
Allen stopped and turned around, he shouted directions to Bono for the deconstruction of his camp. Grumbling was heard.
"You spoke of questions my lord?"
"Yes if you wouldn't mind."
"Surely not."
"Alright," Allen said. Millions of questions filled his brain. He thought for a while searching for the best one to ask. "How did you become…" he paused
"A rock?"
"Yes." Allen blushed.
"A magical incantation."
"I see. You do not remember from where."
She did not answer.
"What purpose do you have?"
"To be your faithful companion and servant," she once again knelt. "Your wish is my command."
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writers block but I promise to keep going-extra long chapter next time ~_~ hopefully but I've started a WHOLE new story, and I'm actually quite pleased with it so I might alternate or something… but meh.
Oh by the way, I MIGHT change this to Dilandau/Tyrael… what do you think? I could make Van the usual power starved monarch that captures her or something… well tell me what ya think. I've got two plots planned out it seems… email me if you want to know what they both are, I desperately need help deciding ^^;
REALLY short, but I felt like I need to get SOMETHING up there. I'm starting a new fic as well so… bear with me^^;
Allen stepped back, wide-eyed, jaw dropped. (A/n: you know the look^^)
"What are your orders, my Lord?" asked Tyrael, still kneeling.
Allen was still speechless. Tyrael smiled, though he could not see her face. He quickly composed himself.
"You may rise, my lady." He said, pouring on the usual charm, he offered his hand. Tyrael took it and stood. He stood and stared at her.
Just then, Bono stumbled into the clearing, carrying a load of crudely chopped wood.
"What the hell!?" he screamed. He dropped the wood. It landed on his foot. "FUCK!"
"Watch your mouth in front of a lady!" Allen said angrily, turning on his heel.
"Yes sir." Bono quickly stood straight and looked down.
Tyrael stood with a sombre look on her face, Allen could tell she had a perpetual frown. 'I will make it my job to keep her smiling' he turned and smiled at her.
"Welcome, Tyrael," he offered his hand and she took it. He planted a small kiss on it and she tensed slightly. "I have so many questions for you to answer when you're ready."
With a slight inclination of the head, she followed Allen from the clearing. Just before she stepped from it, she turned back to the indent her statue had caused. She shivered.
"You must be freezing," Allen said from just behind her, "here take my jacket."
"I'm fine, my lord." Tyrael said resolutely, "I do not feel the cold."
"Nonsense!" he cried, slinging his furs over her shoulders, "there that's better isn't it?"
"As you wish, my lord," She said.
"Please, call me Allen," he said with a smile.
In truth, Tyrael was glad for the jacket, she had begun to be wary of the looks Allen gave her when he thought she wasn't looking. Typical. 'Better looking than the last one, though' she almost giggled, 'yeah right'
Allen stopped and turned around, he shouted directions to Bono for the deconstruction of his camp. Grumbling was heard.
"You spoke of questions my lord?"
"Yes if you wouldn't mind."
"Surely not."
"Alright," Allen said. Millions of questions filled his brain. He thought for a while searching for the best one to ask. "How did you become…" he paused
"A rock?"
"Yes." Allen blushed.
"A magical incantation."
"I see. You do not remember from where."
She did not answer.
"What purpose do you have?"
"To be your faithful companion and servant," she once again knelt. "Your wish is my command."
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writers block but I promise to keep going-extra long chapter next time ~_~ hopefully but I've started a WHOLE new story, and I'm actually quite pleased with it so I might alternate or something… but meh.