Stand Inside Your Love

She pulled away from him and broke the kiss, her ears perking up as she heard the light strumming of an acoustic guitar somewhere near. Maybe it was only in her head, or maybe she had created the beautiful sounds with her magick. Aaron heard it too, and threw his gaze back upon Miriam, who stared into his eyes as she began to sing these words: "You and me, meant to be. Immutable, impossible. It's destiny, pure lunacy. Incalcuable, insufferable. But for the last time, you're everything that I want and I ask for. You're all that I'd dreamed. Who wouldn't be the one you love? Who wouldn't stand inside your love? Protected and the lover of.." 'Come on.' she tried to tell him by beckoning to him with her finger. 'Let's dance..' They both stood up, holding hands, and he wrapped his arm around her, gathering her to him. Together they danced slowly, and Aaron surprised her when he started to serenade too: "A pure soul and beautiful you. Don't understand, don't feel me now. I will breathe for the both of us. Travel the world, traverse the skies, you home is here within my heart. And for the first time, I feel as if I am reborn in my mind. Recast as child and mystic sage. Who wouldn't be the one you love? Who wouldn't stand inside your love?" Miriam opened her mouth again, and sang gently: "And for the first time, I'm telling you how much I need and bleed for, your every move and waking sound. In my time, I'll wrap my wire around your heart and your mind. You're mine forever now." And then they both sang, "Who wouldn't be the one you love and live for? Who wouldn't stand inside your love and die for? Who wouldn't be the one you love?" She sighed wistfully as they sat back down beneath the embellished willow tree, Aaron not letting go of her hand. She pulled the flower from behind her ear, and twirled it between her fingers, beaming down at the fluttering purple petals as she held the stem firmly. Aaron brought her into his arms again, and she closed her eyes with pleasure as he planted tiny but perfect kisses, a chain of them around her neck. "Miriam, I want to give you something," Aaron said, in that low, husky voice Miriam was so fond of. He slipped his hand into his pocket and fished around untill his fingers curled around the rosary he was planning to give her. He pulled the piece of jewlerry from his pocket, the glittering black jewels shining in the light vibrating from the sun. Miriam gaped at it, her eyes were big and becoming teary as he brought the silver chain around her neck, it's cross dangling over her collarbone, and fastened the golden lock. She stroked the glowing cross, as Aaron patiently sat, waiting for a response from her. When at least she could speak, she exclaimed, "Baby, it's beautiful!" She folded her shaking arms around his neck, and kissed his nose. "I- I don't feel like I deserve it, to tell you the truth," she confessed, her eyes shooting down to the ground. He exalted her chin and stared into her eyes lovingly. "Of course you do. I love you, that's why I gave it to you. I've loved you since the first day I saw you." He nuzzled her cheek affectionately. "And I don't think that is going to change." As she spoke, she felt so happy she was breathless and she could feel a warm, tingling sensation all over her body. The fine hairs on her arms raised as she echoed the words back to him: "I love you too. I never even believed in love before you. I thought it was all just some kind of joke, or a lie. But now I know it is true." Aaron nodded, giving her a sweet smile, covering her hand with his own. Suddenly, Miriam could hear distinctly the sound of something rustling through the knee-high grass, and she climbed to her feet cautiously, as the dire creature advanced towards them, a contemptuous look upon it's sneering face. As it slid out into her vision from a large tree, she gasped as the face of horror came into view : the face of an orc. She had never seen one this close-up before. She stood there, speechless with fear, barely breathing as the massive beast sprinted heavily towards Aaron, clutching it's thin, metal sword. Miriam fianlly broke out of her severe fear and shouted angrily to the savage animal, "YOU LEAVE HIM ALONE OR I'LL CUT YOUR FUCKING THROAT!" The orc turned around, the trace of a simpering smirk on it's gnarled face. It began to advance on her, grasping it's blade with excitement, as she knelt down, picking up her own perilous knife, and slashed it before the savage's eyes. The orc shot out his hand, making a small gesture, and the blade fell from Miriam's grasp immedietely. She extended her arm to grab the weapon but the orc had collected it in it's greasy hands."Shit," she grumbled bleakly, rolling her hands into fists and dropping into her battle stance, but feeling scared and unfaithful in spite of herself. Miriam wondered why Aaron wasn't budging or even making any noise through all of this ; and as she looked at him the answer came, his wrists had been bound tightly with a rope, magickal cords were lacing themselves around his legs and it appeared as though he could not speak, as he opened his mouth and not a sound was cast loose. The same magick threads were shackling her wrists painfully ; she felt an unpleasant burning sensation as the ropes grinded into her flesh, leaving crimson marks that would take a while to fade. She looked down and more of the strands of rope were tethering her arms and legs, pressing down rawly into her skin. "Aaron?" she said brokenly, her voice soft and cracked. "Aaron, don't worry, okay? Listen to me. We're going to be fine. Just f-" 'Hey!' she screamed in her head, glaring at the tremendous orc, as her voice was taken from her as well. 'It's okay, honey,' Aaron insisted to her telepathically, and her mouth dropped open with surprise. 'I can still hear you, and you can hear me, hopefully. And we ARE going to be okay..' She gulped, as their bodies were lifted into the air by the tight vines bracing them, she hovering slightly higher in the air than him. Her stomach squirmed dreadfully as she came to realize the orc must be bringing them to some secret place, where they had prisoners held captive. Maybe they were trying to coax them to join the dark side and perform black magick for Sarumon. Or maybe her imagination was making her crazy, she thought, shaking her head. She threw a glance behind her shoulder as they floated silently away from the dark alley, wondering pensively if the body was still there, or a scavenger had clawed at it viciously, tearing the remaining meat of it's rotting bones and ripping open the pierced heart with it's talons, beaks, claws, whatever. As they glided through the air, Miriam forcing herself to look up, to protect her from her fear of heights, for they were soaring quite high, ten feet or more, she felt the atmosphere around her become colder and smell heavily foul with the stench of orcs. Her raven locks drifted in the wind, as light too, began to disappear. She was getting scared. At last Miriam and Aaron's flying bodies were pulled magickally towards the campsite of many orcs, and she could see people being detached from their ropes, looks of fear and pain spread across their faces. She heard laments and moans all around her, screams and sobs, wailing and thrashing men and women, and even some children. Miriam's eyes widened with concern as they dropped tediously from the sky, landing on the rocky ground, The strands snapped from her wrists and legs, and her voice was able to vent out once again, thankfully. Miriam crawling to Aaron fervidly, trying to keep close to him. His green eyes were scanning the site of death, dread, agony, and despair all around them, and he was rubbing his sore wrist, grimacing as the sound of a scream resonated dismally across the rough field. "Where are we?" he wondered to himself aloud, not acknowledging Miriam was in his prescene. "I don't know," Miriam replied, and he jumped up about an inch with surprise she was near. "Are you scared baby?" she queried him tenderly. "I am scared," He nodded, bowing his head softly. He turned toward her, and a tear rolled crisply down his blanched cheek. "I'm going to die, Miriam."