A Time of Healing - Chyril 22nd, GT - CLOSED

[Vanir Alfheim]

Vanir understood how guarded a heart can be, especially after it has been hurt before. He smiled tenderly at Alazandra and felt a slight warmth as she kissed his cheek. The moment filled him with a renewed clarity and helped ease his own pain. He looked down into her grey eyes and leaned close to her lips, stopping short of a kiss.

"Moments like these are never lost as long as we remember each other. When you wake, say my name and remember the feel of my lips. This feeling will be yours whenever you wish by just remembering this one moment." Vanir reached inside of himself, creating a soft glow of emotions that he felt. The mix of tenderness, love, and passion exuded from him as the glow formed on his lips. The priest leaned forward with a small kiss on her lips, allowing her to taste of his feelings and his lips. She needed only to kiss him back and feel this tender moment forever.

[Alexandrya L`handriel]

It seemed as if Vanir did not want to forget the moment as well. Again he spoke to her, his lips so close. His words were beautiful and clear and she listened to them. Something she did not recognise had happened and she could not dwell on it for that was the moment he kissed her. It was a surprise as she felt those warm lips on her own. She did not respond for a flicker and then she leaned into him, her mouth parted slightly as she invited his mouth. She in turn left a piece of herself.

The silver-haired achadhiel was warm to the touch in her arms, she held him as her fingers grazed the nape of his neck. The kiss lighting a fire in her and she allowed it. The same tenderness, love and passion that she felt through Vanir's kiss was met and he felt a glimpse of what she could possibly offer. Through the kiss he would feel something else...hunger...but before he could respond, she had disappeared.

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Eyes opened as she giggled softly, nestled in her warm bed with her blankets wrapped around her, Alexandrya looked up towards the ceiling and sighed softly. He said to say his name and remember. "Vanir..." She giggled again noticing that it was still way too early and decided to squeeze in a couple more moments of sleep.

[Vanir Alfheim]

Vanir kissed her passionately as they held each other close. He could feel her returning his gift, just as she had returned his kiss. Their spirits were joining, bonding them to each other in a way that no simple kiss had ever done. The hunger in her spirit reminded him of the hunger he had seen deep in her eyes as if it were starting to awaken for the first time. Then as quickly as she appeared at the doorway of the Temple, she was gone. Next time, Alazandra....

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Vanir awoke in his room at the Temple, grinning to himself and feeling happy for once in a long time. The priest's dreams had been haunted by dark images, but tonight it was something more. He felt....alive. Alazandra...

~Fin~......or is it?