Deep Down
Winter's Bells
A/n: A new chapter. Lovely.. I've been thinking about this one for a long, long, long while. (A few days, in fact!) I don't need a poll, but I asked myself: Should Ansem visit his Seer again? What would the Seer say? Thus this chapter was made. I am so sorry it's so short. (Two to-three pages in Word. u.u; the first chapter was five pages long. O.o;; )
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I felt his aura before he even stepped in through the door. Sora and Riku had dozed off on the couch, after, probably playing video games all night. My seer had arrived.
"My lord," He whispered, knealing down before me. My lithe cat form slowly rose up, and then a shudder that felt like a tingling and reminaing flash of emotion washed over me as my long light violet hair fell to floor as a Isat in front of him, somehow raised above the floor.
"Ah, yes, Emerath," I replied, rubbing my chin. "My Seer, throw thy bones." He did as he was bidden, the bones rattling slightly, the gems rolings as the stones rolled only twice before stopping. Emerath grinned. "The fates have undoubtly blessed you. She is yours, correct?"
As I nodded, I watch him cast the bonnes once more. He pointed to four bones, shapped a rather large heart. Three gems lay in the middle. The black obsidian stone was carving into a cat, respresenting, I guess, myself. The deep red one was Trista's. I could tell because of the paw. It was a wolf's. The last was a mystery- it was shaped like a Wizard's hat.
"These represent a love triangle." The Seer Emerath said aloud. Emerath gatered the other, but left the heart and the gems where they were. He smiled grimly. "You must defeat the one whose soul responds to this stone. Give the beautiful paw carving to Trista, in a necklace. Tell her never to give it up..."
I just nodded. Great. Wonderful. Lovely. Spiffy. Amazing. SHIT. Why the hell was I stuck on this?! Trista shouldn't fall in love with anyboyd else and-- Hell, there was no and. I wouldn't let anyone steal her from me.
~*~ Winter Bells are ringing softly, my sweet Darling.. ~*~
I left the house in my normal, human form, steping into the sads as the dawn approached, the sun's reds, blues, and loftily placed greys breaking the old night's touch. I felt warm inside. And when I phased throuhg the door and into Trista's room, I could not help but smile as she sat up, looking to me curiously.
"Darling," I said aloud, walking to her, and before she could say a thing, I placed the carved stone about her neck, making sure the choke fit her so she could breathe, chew and swallow. I leaned forward, presing my lips into hers with a smile, but before breaking the tender kiss, I stroked her cheek. As our soft lips parted, I could feel her emotions over flow, and well up inside me. It was still early for most. Tonight, I knew, love would be alive and well.
She wraped her arms about me, a soft whimper leaving her throat as I pulled into my lap, cooing out reassurance, stroking her hair as she lay against me, being rocked and soothed, her eyelids beginning to slowly flicker.
I lived for times like these.
She was asleep, and I cotiued rocking er. I never cared even anone would find me with my darling Trista. What mattered was that she was happy. Happy and with me.
I heard slow fot steps, and Emerath appeared, uppwraing his blind-folds that had been there. He stood there, watching Trista, his eyes glowing in a mysterious ways. That was something very, very odd about my Seer. I was wondering why he looked that way...
Trista was giggling in her sleep, smiling and purring. I rocked her back and forth, smiling... The Seer grinned, muttering to me: "The boys are resting... But for now, I must know, what do you plan on doing with her?" A spark glowed in those eyes. "Will you marry her?"
"Of course!" I murmured. "I love her, I never want to lose her against anybody." I cuddled her body to mine, flexable musclestightening and pulling as I began to hold her protectively, eyes glazing over with a raw sort of hatred that demanded no one would touch what was rightfully mine...
If anybody did, they would be DEAD before dawn.
Winter's Bells
A/n: A new chapter. Lovely.. I've been thinking about this one for a long, long, long while. (A few days, in fact!) I don't need a poll, but I asked myself: Should Ansem visit his Seer again? What would the Seer say? Thus this chapter was made. I am so sorry it's so short. (Two to-three pages in Word. u.u; the first chapter was five pages long. O.o;; )
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I felt his aura before he even stepped in through the door. Sora and Riku had dozed off on the couch, after, probably playing video games all night. My seer had arrived.
"My lord," He whispered, knealing down before me. My lithe cat form slowly rose up, and then a shudder that felt like a tingling and reminaing flash of emotion washed over me as my long light violet hair fell to floor as a Isat in front of him, somehow raised above the floor.
"Ah, yes, Emerath," I replied, rubbing my chin. "My Seer, throw thy bones." He did as he was bidden, the bones rattling slightly, the gems rolings as the stones rolled only twice before stopping. Emerath grinned. "The fates have undoubtly blessed you. She is yours, correct?"
As I nodded, I watch him cast the bonnes once more. He pointed to four bones, shapped a rather large heart. Three gems lay in the middle. The black obsidian stone was carving into a cat, respresenting, I guess, myself. The deep red one was Trista's. I could tell because of the paw. It was a wolf's. The last was a mystery- it was shaped like a Wizard's hat.
"These represent a love triangle." The Seer Emerath said aloud. Emerath gatered the other, but left the heart and the gems where they were. He smiled grimly. "You must defeat the one whose soul responds to this stone. Give the beautiful paw carving to Trista, in a necklace. Tell her never to give it up..."
I just nodded. Great. Wonderful. Lovely. Spiffy. Amazing. SHIT. Why the hell was I stuck on this?! Trista shouldn't fall in love with anyboyd else and-- Hell, there was no and. I wouldn't let anyone steal her from me.
~*~ Winter Bells are ringing softly, my sweet Darling.. ~*~
I left the house in my normal, human form, steping into the sads as the dawn approached, the sun's reds, blues, and loftily placed greys breaking the old night's touch. I felt warm inside. And when I phased throuhg the door and into Trista's room, I could not help but smile as she sat up, looking to me curiously.
"Darling," I said aloud, walking to her, and before she could say a thing, I placed the carved stone about her neck, making sure the choke fit her so she could breathe, chew and swallow. I leaned forward, presing my lips into hers with a smile, but before breaking the tender kiss, I stroked her cheek. As our soft lips parted, I could feel her emotions over flow, and well up inside me. It was still early for most. Tonight, I knew, love would be alive and well.
She wraped her arms about me, a soft whimper leaving her throat as I pulled into my lap, cooing out reassurance, stroking her hair as she lay against me, being rocked and soothed, her eyelids beginning to slowly flicker.
I lived for times like these.
She was asleep, and I cotiued rocking er. I never cared even anone would find me with my darling Trista. What mattered was that she was happy. Happy and with me.
I heard slow fot steps, and Emerath appeared, uppwraing his blind-folds that had been there. He stood there, watching Trista, his eyes glowing in a mysterious ways. That was something very, very odd about my Seer. I was wondering why he looked that way...
Trista was giggling in her sleep, smiling and purring. I rocked her back and forth, smiling... The Seer grinned, muttering to me: "The boys are resting... But for now, I must know, what do you plan on doing with her?" A spark glowed in those eyes. "Will you marry her?"
"Of course!" I murmured. "I love her, I never want to lose her against anybody." I cuddled her body to mine, flexable musclestightening and pulling as I began to hold her protectively, eyes glazing over with a raw sort of hatred that demanded no one would touch what was rightfully mine...
If anybody did, they would be DEAD before dawn.