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Review Responses! Yes!
Feifiefofum, thanks for the two great reviews! I'm glad you can still tolerate to read my fanfics even with their frequent errors, I was pretty sure pretty sure I did all my toos/tos/twos right, I'll have to take a look over them again. It also doesn't help that the keys on my dad's laptop are fickle and love to make the sound like when they press in a key, but then the screen doesn't echo it. I'm rather frustrated with it really.
A couple things about your predictions: No, the balance I'm talking about it's the balance between male and female; if you didn't understand that, then keep reading, It'll be explained later. And Uusoae doesn't want Sarralyn for revenge on Daine. She doesn't so much blame Daine as she blames Gainel and the other gods who arranged it; she likes to cut right to the heart of the matter.
Although she knows very well that Sarralyn is Daine's daughter, she wants her for a different reason, it'll be explained later.
And yes, I do like anime. I have never heard of argentosoma, but if I ever get the chance I'll take a look. Although angst usually makes me annoyed to, I like psychological based things, as well as drama, so sometimes a plot has enough of the rest to make the angst less apparent.
Usually I want to smack the person who's being angst, (if they are being that way for no apparent reason,) or cry like a mad woman (if it's legitimate). And I hate sad endings. There's no two ways about it. If the end is sad, I'll probably hate it, unless it's the sort of sad ending that still has an uplifting message and the person is at peace or whatever.
VERY IMPORTANT TO REALIZE! STARTING HERE EVERYTHING TAKES PLACE FIVE YEARS AFTER PART I!This means that Sarralyn is seventeen, got it? Alrighty-then, you're set! Warning for a great amount of love and fluff stuffed into a tiny chapter! The genre has been romance since the beginning; time to find out why! Even though it's short, you all will like this one, I guarantee it.
Providence SmilesBy LGR
Interlude 2 Dreams
Thunder boomed overhead as heat lightening raced across the blackened sky. The wind picked up and the looming clouds raced across the countryside. Flashes from within the storm clouds lit the sky before echoing booms shook the air. The heavens opened up and it began to rain.
Lynn loved the rain. Most people thought it was gloomy and a nuisance, but she'd always loved sound of raindrops splashing to the ground, and lately she'd grown rather fond of Lightening with it's playful forks of electricity arching along the clouds or reaching out toward the earth in a single, concentrated bolt.
She found the aspects of a storm exhilarating. The rain, the wind, the clouds, the thunder, the lightening…she loved it all. And it was always shifting, changing, breaking apart, dissipating, and then reforming anew.
And it wasn't angry; it wasn't cruel. It wasn't vengeful or destructive-minded or grudge holding; it was just itself. It was at peace. And though it's lightening could set fire to trees houses of buildings, it's rain could help plants grow, keep animals or a town from growing thirsty and starving from lack of food.
It was at peace with itself, and wouldn't wish to be any other way.
And that was the way she felt now, sitting on His lap with her arms rapped him and his around her, with her cheek pressed to his chest just listening to his chest rise up and down to the tempo of his breathing, as around them the storm continued it's path.
"I just wish," she said, "That things could always be this way; I wish that we could be together."
"So do I," he said, "I want you always beside me; you make me feel, like I can do anything, everything." He hugged her closer and she squeezed him back, the large swell of her chest starting to ache from the compression of their bodies, but she didn't want him to ever let go.
"You can do anything. I believe it." she said, "When you're with me, I feel safe."
She stroked his chest and he leaned his head down to press his cheek against hers. He didn't know how he'd ever lived without her, and every moment spent in her company was never wasted.
She unbuttoned his shirt and put her hand on his bare chest, running it up and down.
"I wish I could be perfect for you, like you are for me." She said tears welling up in her eyes.
He didn't want to see her cry; he didn't think he could bear it. He grabbed her by the shoulders, and pulling her away from him to look into her storm gray irises, telling her truthfully "No one could be more perfect for me than you."
She smiled through her tears, and giggled slightly, wiping her eyes with the side of her hand before he cupped her cheek to dry her eyes with his own.
"I love you," he told her, "Please say you love me, too."
"I love you, too," She said, "But why choose me? Any goddess would have you."
"I didn't need them, I needed you." He said sincerely.
"I want it to be true, but I can't let myself. What if you change your mind?"
"I won't change my mind."
"You promise?"
"I promise, let me prove it to you," his breath washed over her and they both arched as they're lips met and tingled like an electric shock.
Of their own volition, Gainel's hands went to her bodice and began to fumble at the buttons; She helped him as he nearly pulled some off with his shaking fingers.
"You'll never be alone again." She said breathlessly to him in between kisses as the bodice was removed and she set to work on the buttons of his slacks, "Not for as long as you live."
"You promise?" the hunger for her words was evident in his sapphire eyes as great bubbles of gold swirled into them.
"I promise."
—Lynn opened her eyes wishing the dream she'd just had wasn't a dream at all but true; she couldn't bear the thought that He might see how she felt about him, her greatest fear, and probably the truth, was that he didn't feel the same way. How could she hold on to such a foolish and vain hope, how could she be anything he'd want?
—Gainel shook himself from his own daydreams, hating his lack of self-control as he drifted off into his own fantasies when there was work to be done, and the bar that kept him from the thing he cared about the most; more than all the realms combined. How could he ever have thought she might care for him, how could he ever be anything she'd want?
Providence wept as two beings, one mortal, the other godly, but both waking from thoughts they were ashamed of, because they each thought they could never come true.
