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This is a Sheba/Piers story for NintendoGamer that I finally got to work on.
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A True Home
High in the clear blue skies of Weyward, a ship soared through the white clouds. Wings fitted on the side of the ancient ship, combined with the decorated masthead made it appear to be a dragon in flight. At the helm of the craft, stood a tall man that appeared deceivingly young that was steering the ship with an admiral's skill. His long cerulean hair matched the sea's shade as it danced happily in the wind above the long blue cloth that covered his neck His amber eyes showed the passion he had for sailing, as he carefully steered the ship through the sky.
The man's attention averted to the only passenger on his ship. The girl was leaning on the railing on the starboard side, staring off into the sky in deep thought. Her white robe and violet cape swayed softly with each gust, and her rounded blonde hair matched the same rhythm.
'Sheba,' he thought of the beautiful girl's name and temporarily let go of the helm. A sharp gale of wind knocked the ship towards the port side, causing the man to fly to the right, right into Sheba.
The two tumbled along the deck, finally resting with Sheba lying on the man's stomach. The pair's faces were extremely close, their breath intermingling and her jade eyes gazing into his amber. Both of their faces burned and they separated quickly.
"I am sorry, Sheba, I did not mean to go flying into you," the man apologized as he helped her up.
"Its okay Piers," she smiled sincerely and brushed her clothes off. The smile, though, faded once again when she saw the spire of Venus Lighthouse over the horizon.
"Are you sure okay?" Piers asked, alarmed at her sudden change in composure.
"Oh, I'm alright," she lied, "but can we stay here tonight instead of going straight to Lalivero." Piers seemed to go into deep thought on this, but he nodded affirmatively.
"Thank you," Sheba smiled serenely as Piers walked over to the helm and brought the ship to rest in a nearby river.
The night passed slowly for the two adepts as they ate and prepared for the morrow. Piers could feel something nagging at his mind the entire night, making it impossible to sleep. After many hours of trying, he pulled himself from bunk and stumbled out onto the deck.
Piers stared out into the slow current of the river. He could feel the ship being pulled with it, but the anchor halted this action. Any body of water calmed him somewhat since his adventure across Weyward. He was taking Sheba back to her home, to relieve Faran's, Sheba's adoptive father, worries. However, Sheba had been reluctant to go back, for she had even delayed their departure from Vale for many months.
A sudden sniffling sound caught his attention, and Piers turned to the source. Behind a few barrels and discarded ropes sat Sheba, crying freely. Tears streamed down her tan face, making her glisten in the moonlight.
'Beautiful,' Piers was at a loss as he looked upon the tearful girl before him. Even with his infatuation over her, Piers still argued with himself over going to comfort the distressed girl. Eventually, the side of comfort won, and Piers moved beside Sheba, wrapping his arm around her in the process.
Sheba instantly buried her face in Piers chest, hiding her tears in the blue fabric. Her cries were muffled as she let everything out, letting Piers' silence comfort her. Finally, Sheba raised her head from Piers' shirt, and stared into his amber eyes with wet emeralds. She pushed upward, raising her lips closer to his, and when they connected, it could only be described a pure bliss. The two separated momentarily, before flowing into a second kiss that they held until the dawn.
Sol rose over the high mountains of the Suhalla Pass, illuminating two sleeping figures on the deck of the Lemurian Ship. The two stirred slightly, and rose to greet the rising sun.
"Good morning," Sheba smiled, as she rose from the warmth the two had together.
"I would have to agree," Piers also smiled and asked, "Where would you like to go today?"
"To my true home," was all Sheba said, as they both strolled to the helm.
The Lemurian Ship rose into the rising dawn, slowly becoming a speck on the horizon, but one question could be heard from the receding ship.
"Just how old are you Piers?" the valid question was answered with silence.
"Come on, you can tell me!" still no answer was said.
"If you love me you would tell me!" This time Piers finally broke.
"Oh, alright, I am..." the ship finally reached out of the hearing range of the readers.
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Doesn't the end just sound like a bad Rurouni Kenshin (manga) joke?
Reviewers' Spotlight-
MK- Thanks for the review. ^_^
This is a Sheba/Piers story for NintendoGamer that I finally got to work on.
@_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@
A True Home
High in the clear blue skies of Weyward, a ship soared through the white clouds. Wings fitted on the side of the ancient ship, combined with the decorated masthead made it appear to be a dragon in flight. At the helm of the craft, stood a tall man that appeared deceivingly young that was steering the ship with an admiral's skill. His long cerulean hair matched the sea's shade as it danced happily in the wind above the long blue cloth that covered his neck His amber eyes showed the passion he had for sailing, as he carefully steered the ship through the sky.
The man's attention averted to the only passenger on his ship. The girl was leaning on the railing on the starboard side, staring off into the sky in deep thought. Her white robe and violet cape swayed softly with each gust, and her rounded blonde hair matched the same rhythm.
'Sheba,' he thought of the beautiful girl's name and temporarily let go of the helm. A sharp gale of wind knocked the ship towards the port side, causing the man to fly to the right, right into Sheba.
The two tumbled along the deck, finally resting with Sheba lying on the man's stomach. The pair's faces were extremely close, their breath intermingling and her jade eyes gazing into his amber. Both of their faces burned and they separated quickly.
"I am sorry, Sheba, I did not mean to go flying into you," the man apologized as he helped her up.
"Its okay Piers," she smiled sincerely and brushed her clothes off. The smile, though, faded once again when she saw the spire of Venus Lighthouse over the horizon.
"Are you sure okay?" Piers asked, alarmed at her sudden change in composure.
"Oh, I'm alright," she lied, "but can we stay here tonight instead of going straight to Lalivero." Piers seemed to go into deep thought on this, but he nodded affirmatively.
"Thank you," Sheba smiled serenely as Piers walked over to the helm and brought the ship to rest in a nearby river.
The night passed slowly for the two adepts as they ate and prepared for the morrow. Piers could feel something nagging at his mind the entire night, making it impossible to sleep. After many hours of trying, he pulled himself from bunk and stumbled out onto the deck.
Piers stared out into the slow current of the river. He could feel the ship being pulled with it, but the anchor halted this action. Any body of water calmed him somewhat since his adventure across Weyward. He was taking Sheba back to her home, to relieve Faran's, Sheba's adoptive father, worries. However, Sheba had been reluctant to go back, for she had even delayed their departure from Vale for many months.
A sudden sniffling sound caught his attention, and Piers turned to the source. Behind a few barrels and discarded ropes sat Sheba, crying freely. Tears streamed down her tan face, making her glisten in the moonlight.
'Beautiful,' Piers was at a loss as he looked upon the tearful girl before him. Even with his infatuation over her, Piers still argued with himself over going to comfort the distressed girl. Eventually, the side of comfort won, and Piers moved beside Sheba, wrapping his arm around her in the process.
Sheba instantly buried her face in Piers chest, hiding her tears in the blue fabric. Her cries were muffled as she let everything out, letting Piers' silence comfort her. Finally, Sheba raised her head from Piers' shirt, and stared into his amber eyes with wet emeralds. She pushed upward, raising her lips closer to his, and when they connected, it could only be described a pure bliss. The two separated momentarily, before flowing into a second kiss that they held until the dawn.
Sol rose over the high mountains of the Suhalla Pass, illuminating two sleeping figures on the deck of the Lemurian Ship. The two stirred slightly, and rose to greet the rising sun.
"Good morning," Sheba smiled, as she rose from the warmth the two had together.
"I would have to agree," Piers also smiled and asked, "Where would you like to go today?"
"To my true home," was all Sheba said, as they both strolled to the helm.
The Lemurian Ship rose into the rising dawn, slowly becoming a speck on the horizon, but one question could be heard from the receding ship.
"Just how old are you Piers?" the valid question was answered with silence.
"Come on, you can tell me!" still no answer was said.
"If you love me you would tell me!" This time Piers finally broke.
"Oh, alright, I am..." the ship finally reached out of the hearing range of the readers.
@_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@
Doesn't the end just sound like a bad Rurouni Kenshin (manga) joke?
Reviewers' Spotlight-
MK- Thanks for the review. ^_^