A PAINFUL DEATH AWAITS THOSE WHO FLAME JANOVAH OR SEEM HERE.

Let Me Love You

Janovah lay comfortably upon her bed, stretched over the covers. It was mid afternoon the next day after having a head on collision with the mysterious, and very generous stranger. When she woke up after fainting from the pain she found a beautiful chain necklace with a red gem attached. She knew now who it was that she crashed into. It was Seem, the voice, though lower, was almost the same and Seem used to say "Baroosh, baroosh" alot. But how, how could a tiny monk like Seem lift such a large person like Janovah? Janovah was over six feet tall, and covered in toned muscle. And it didn't even look like Seem. This Seem was tall, taller than Janovah, heavy built, and had hair and visible skin, creamy looking skin. Shoot, this guy, even from a glance was really sexy looking.

She needed time to think...time to think...Yet the whole time, she wasn't thinking. She was just flashing back, not anylizing emotions at all. Her mind, however turned on with a soft knock on the door. She was lying with her back turned to it, and not bothering to roll back around. "Come in," she said softly, though she didn't really want any visitors. The door opened and shut quietly. Whoever they were, it must have been personal. The voice that spoke carried mystical, whispery tones, but with a low, man's voice. "Um, I came to talk. I don't think you know who's speaking to you right now."

"I am Seem," he said, in his proper way. "Unfortunately, I am no longer a monk, but I regret to say that I feel no remorse for what I have done. But I shall save that for later. I could not help but to notice you seem upset and withdrawn. You spend so much time in here." She felt one side of the bed sink as Seem sat down beside her. She turned around and looked up at him. Despite his gorgeous looks, something distracted her; a big, x-shaped scar over his eye. "It's the mark of a blasphemer," he said, reading her mind. "I believe you know what the Fates are, seeing as you needed my ability to read them. If you remember, ten years ago, when the monks joined Veger...well, the Fates commanded us to do so. But it felt wrong, so I decided to help you instead. Saving you from Rin, and all. Going against the Fates is a horrible crime to the Monk Counsel." Janovah sat up, looking into his deep red eyes, listening closely to his story. He placed a hand loosely on her shoulder. He continued.

"As punishment, I was beaten, branded with the mark, and tossed into the desert. So I began my training in Swordplay, making a life for myself as one of the exile warriors. But I was called to here by you, after the fiends took your son." Janovah's heart sank like a stone. She closed her eyes and sighed. "It is understandable that you grieve for those you love, but you cannot let your grief swallow you whole and forget to live." The floodgates of her eyes broke and she fell crying on his chest, listening to the soft thumping of his heart. His body was warm, and her body was warmed as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. He began to sing her a song; his voice was smooth, and soft.

Playground school bell rings again
Pain clouds come to play again
Has no one told you she's not breathing?
Hello
I'm your mind giving you someone to talk to
Hello

If I smile and don't believe
Soon I know I'll wake from this dream
Don't try to fix me I'm not broken
Hello
I'm the lie
Living for you so you can hide
Don't cry

Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping
Hello
I'm still here
All that's left of yesterday

He finished his song with a sigh. He pulled her tighter, as though trying to squeeze the pain right out of her. He lifted her head to look into her eyes. He was about to say something, but the words seemed jammed. Instead, he slowly lowered his head close to hers, his lips grazing hers, until finally taking a slow, deep breath, and softly placing a kiss on her strawberry lips, closing his eyes to take it in.

She could feel herself shudder when she felt his tounge enter her mouth, caressing it with care. The two became one, exploring their minds and visions of love, and did so for a long time.