Wow okay since a lot of people like my little chapter uno I am gonna keep going! Still gotta think of more to my other fics for that matter XX. Oh well this is now AFTER the series. Oh and if you can be the first spot the original Wizard of Oz reference you can...uh get your name/self mentioned in the next chapter! Yeah lame prize...oh well. Don't forget to post at the end of the comment the TIME you commented and what time zone your in if you don't you get nothing...okay you all get a cookie.
The world was bright, at the field one could listen to the sound of the water, sloshing against the shore. A soft breeze blew through the open pillars of the gazebo, making the swing rock gently in rhythm. Az wasn't sick anymore, she was tired...and worn out though. Sleeping through most of the day, perhaps making up for sleepless nights with a soul invaded and controlled. Sometimes, DG worried that from within some deep oubliette within her sisters mind, darkness remained and would slither out of the shadows like great demons unleashed.
But it was in moments, when Azkadelia looked to her, eye's filled with guilt and shame. That DG knew in her heart the darkness was gone..and what was left was the shell of her sister. No matter what anyone said, Az was deeply ashamed of herself. On false reasoning and those who would still shame her.
The cool wind blew the scent of honeysuckle through the wind tunnel of the gazebo, dusting her skin with pollen. DG closed her eyes, listening to the soft sound of the water. Feeling the swing freeze and give a slight jerk she looked up to meet Cain's eyes.
"Miss me Princess?"
"CAIN!"
The once calm and steady girl was standing within second and had her arms around one Wyatt Cain. Clinging around the mans shoulders.
Cain stumbled backward slightly, letting out a soft chuckle. Low and deep in his throat.
"That's a yes."
"Of course I missed you!"
At last Cain was free from the tackle of DG. He had begun to grow some scruff of facial hair around his cheeks and chin. Which she spotted instantly. Putting her hand up and running her palm against the mans cheek
"Your getting fuzzy Cain" She teased watching him.
It was in this moment, Cain felt his face turn bright red. Then the stuttering began.
"I-I...uh I...DG..." He seemed unable to form a coherent sentence, making DG stroke his cheek with a concerned look on her face.
"You okay Big Guy?"
He took her hand and moved it away from his ever reddening face.
"I am just fine. How's all this fancy life for yea?"
"..Oh well.."Her face fell a little "I love it here..with my family and all of you...but it's so...BORING sitting around all day.."
Cain gave her a sly look."You're going to love the gift I gotcha then"
"..Gift?" She gave him a skeptical once over, seeing no sign of a parcel.
He took her hand, leading her to the front of the grand castle, there stood her Motorbike.
"Cain how'd you.."
"It got sucked up when the Long Coats came to take you, I found it laying in the forest and fixed it up..."
"Your amazing!"
Cain clearly swelled with pride.
You have to learn, when riding behind the driver of a Motorbike. To lean when going fast around a curve. Something Cain had to learn while DG was accustomed to it for many years. She found Cain took great joy in learning how to use it and often went riding with him, content to be the passenger.
Her arms placed firmly around his waist, as she leaned to the left through a curve. Driving in the forest was amazing, in front of them, from beneath the dip of the makeshift path a large buck deer bounded across. When they reached the dip the air on her legs was cool, while the air blowing through her hair was warm and tangled with sunlight.
Closing her eye's DG leaned the side of her face gently against Cain's back. The warmth of his leather jacket was oddly nice, as if she was being held whole by him. If anyone in the world was the equivalent to the forest it was Cain, so amazingly rugged and yet so inviting. She could feel the rise and fall of his body as he let out calm breaths.
Cain's body relaxed, feeling her arms around himself. The soft beating of her heart against his back...How gentle and small she was against him. Who in contrast was so big and rough. The sight of the buck, bounding away into the forest forced the same feeling within himself, that bounding feeling deep within his heart.
They stopped at a clearing, a small open patch of grass dotted with little poppies. Cain watched as the girl lay down in the grass, her hair tangling with the tall blades and streaked with the sun shining though the tree branches. He couldn't stop himself, from leaning down over her and ever so gently touching their lips...
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