Dear Diary 15
February 22nd 2009 04:58
Please note that I have italics in the document that I have not bothered to put here. This entire entry is in italics; all the parts that are her past, memories, are in italics throughout the diary.
Dear Diary,
He put his arms around me and held me gently, kissing my cheeks and then my lips with his own soft mouth. The warmth that I had memorized, the intensity in his eyes... I could feel his longing as he held me to him, held me in his warm arms.
I looked up at him and kissed him back, my eyes meeting his in their intensity. A moment later we were tumbling into bed, and nothing but our pleasure was heard for the rest of the night...
...I woke up to see him sitting at the little writing desk, writing a letter; he looked frustrated and tense, but it had been a long week. Being a God wasn't easy. I walked up behind him and put my arms around him, holding him and then kissing him, kissing him deeply on the lips.
He moved away for a moment and stood up, and I could see a deep sadness in his eyes. He turned to look at me, his eyes traveling up and down my body as though his hunger had not been fulfilled. As though he could possibly want more from me. I moved to his side and took his hand, pulling him towards the bed.
“Come, rest,” I whispered, “I see that you are tired; that with each passing day your country frustrates you more.”
“I am... very tired,” he said, “but I cannot allow myself to rest; to be anything less than I have shown myself to be. And my people are expecting me. Tomorrow is the festival, and for that I must prepare myself. And you should be prepared, too.”
I kissed him and smiled. I was ready for the festival; I was always ready to spend a day and night celebrating with my love-and all he expected me to do was stand around and look beautiful.
“Breath, my love. Relax. Do not worry of it; your people want to see true happiness, not the worn tired happiness you are showing everyone right now.”
“I love you, Astarael; but your advice is not always the best. One would think a Goddess of Death would be colder towards my needs.”
“You know I am not just a Goddess of Death.”
“No,” he said quietly, kissing my cheeks and then down my neck, “you are a Goddess of art, and a Goddess of beauty. Your form itself is a work of art, your eyes shine down like the rays of the sun but with so much more beauty. I love you for all that you are.”
I looked up at him, my arms wrapped around his waist and his arms wrapped around mine. He smiled and bent to kiss me, and soon we were on the bed...
...It was time for the festival, the great festival held for Elric each year. Though part of me thought that a festival celebrating war was barbaric, I would gladly stand by Elric through a thousand festivals. The festival dedicated to acknowledging Elric's power as a warrior, to remember all past victories.
I sat with Elric at the head table in the most magnificent temple in all the world. There was music; three bards throughout the halls. There was art; tapestries lining the walls. There was cheer and dancing and merriment all around, and as I watched the feasting began, ther servants bringing out endless platters.
After the meal there was a huge bonfire in the city square, and I was one of many who chose to dance around the fire. I remember seeing Elric each time I danced past him, a smile spread across his handsome face.
And I remember stopping across the fire from Elric. I wanted a moment away from him in the cold night, and it was the perfect time; I simply slipped away through the nearby alleyways until I was out of his sensing radius.
I took a deep breath and then continued, walking now, much more calm. There was another set of footsteps sounding behind me, but I was too lost in the world of my thoughts to notice.
“Astarael,” a voice said, a nice voice, the voice of a kind man.
I turned and saw a beautiful young man with jet black hair and perfect features, whiter skin than I would have expected in Fidolius. I blinked, rather confused.
“I am of Appollinia,” he said, taking a step towards me, “and the criminals have brought me here. They will not let me go.”
My eyes widened as I realized that this was a member of the royal family; just a nephew to the current king, but still someone.
“I got out of there by miracle alone, because of the festival. Please help me.”
“Of course,” I said, and I put my hand out.
“I am... I am afraid.”
“Do not be afraid,” I said, “there is nothing to fear, now that you are with me, you are safe.”
He took my hand and I pulled him closer, both arms around him, holding him tightly as I teleported. My heart was racing, my thoughts rushing over all the different possibilities. But most of all, how did I know to leave the fire? And how did he know to find me, that it was me?
Finally we reached the mansion. The first and last human to see my mansion, but I did not know where else to take him. I had to speak with him before I could return to Elric. I had to see the truth.
His eyes were closed and he was unconscious when we arrived, so I had time to speak with one of the servants. They had a small meal prepared for him, and it was only when food was waved in front of his nose that he woke up again.
He ate ravenously and without a word while I watched. Finally he looked up at me and smiled, a bright smile.
“You really are Astarael,” he said, “I know I look like I'm part of the royal family... but I'm really not. I used to be a servant for the royal family, in the palace itself. But they kidnapped me, thinking I knew something that could be of use to them.”
“I see,” I said, looking him over. But his aura...
“Astarael, My Lady... may I ask you a question?”
“Of course, my child.”
“Tell me... why did you marry him? Fidolians kidnapped me. They are going to attack us, to try and destroy our royal family.”
“No. Elric is a good man.”
“Elric is a God,” he said, “I am a good man; Elric is no good man. He is a God, and he plays by his own rules. He doesn't care for you as you do for him, mark my words. I can feel it in my bones. I could see it because those criminals love Elric. The monsters that kidnapped me.”
“Prove to me that there was such a kidnapping.” How could I believe it? My heart was torn in far too many directions to be healthy.
“So be it,” he said, taking off the black shirt he had kept on until now.
I stared at the purple bruising that covered his stomach and his chest, even his back. I looked at the crusty burgundy wounds which were scabbing over, so many of them covering his body. I took a few deep breaths before walking towards him.
“I am taking you... to Raychel...”
“Astarael.. before you do... I have one thing to ask of you.”
I looked at him for a moment, not sure what to say, what to do. And finally my head nodded on its own, one, two, three times.
“May I have... one kiss?”
I nodded again, automatically. He sat up and looked at me, and I looked at him. We moved together at the same time, and we kissed.
It was a beautiful kiss, in perfect harmony with one another. His lips moved down my neck and mine down his a moment later. Our bodies were connected in a way I could not quite understand; why this human?
And then my normal self kicked in, and an hour later, Raychel was tending to a strange human man...
~Astarael
Dear Diary,
He put his arms around me and held me gently, kissing my cheeks and then my lips with his own soft mouth. The warmth that I had memorized, the intensity in his eyes... I could feel his longing as he held me to him, held me in his warm arms.
I looked up at him and kissed him back, my eyes meeting his in their intensity. A moment later we were tumbling into bed, and nothing but our pleasure was heard for the rest of the night...
...I woke up to see him sitting at the little writing desk, writing a letter; he looked frustrated and tense, but it had been a long week. Being a God wasn't easy. I walked up behind him and put my arms around him, holding him and then kissing him, kissing him deeply on the lips.
He moved away for a moment and stood up, and I could see a deep sadness in his eyes. He turned to look at me, his eyes traveling up and down my body as though his hunger had not been fulfilled. As though he could possibly want more from me. I moved to his side and took his hand, pulling him towards the bed.
“Come, rest,” I whispered, “I see that you are tired; that with each passing day your country frustrates you more.”
“I am... very tired,” he said, “but I cannot allow myself to rest; to be anything less than I have shown myself to be. And my people are expecting me. Tomorrow is the festival, and for that I must prepare myself. And you should be prepared, too.”
I kissed him and smiled. I was ready for the festival; I was always ready to spend a day and night celebrating with my love-and all he expected me to do was stand around and look beautiful.
“Breath, my love. Relax. Do not worry of it; your people want to see true happiness, not the worn tired happiness you are showing everyone right now.”
“I love you, Astarael; but your advice is not always the best. One would think a Goddess of Death would be colder towards my needs.”
“You know I am not just a Goddess of Death.”
“No,” he said quietly, kissing my cheeks and then down my neck, “you are a Goddess of art, and a Goddess of beauty. Your form itself is a work of art, your eyes shine down like the rays of the sun but with so much more beauty. I love you for all that you are.”
I looked up at him, my arms wrapped around his waist and his arms wrapped around mine. He smiled and bent to kiss me, and soon we were on the bed...
...It was time for the festival, the great festival held for Elric each year. Though part of me thought that a festival celebrating war was barbaric, I would gladly stand by Elric through a thousand festivals. The festival dedicated to acknowledging Elric's power as a warrior, to remember all past victories.
I sat with Elric at the head table in the most magnificent temple in all the world. There was music; three bards throughout the halls. There was art; tapestries lining the walls. There was cheer and dancing and merriment all around, and as I watched the feasting began, ther servants bringing out endless platters.
After the meal there was a huge bonfire in the city square, and I was one of many who chose to dance around the fire. I remember seeing Elric each time I danced past him, a smile spread across his handsome face.
And I remember stopping across the fire from Elric. I wanted a moment away from him in the cold night, and it was the perfect time; I simply slipped away through the nearby alleyways until I was out of his sensing radius.
I took a deep breath and then continued, walking now, much more calm. There was another set of footsteps sounding behind me, but I was too lost in the world of my thoughts to notice.
“Astarael,” a voice said, a nice voice, the voice of a kind man.
I turned and saw a beautiful young man with jet black hair and perfect features, whiter skin than I would have expected in Fidolius. I blinked, rather confused.
“I am of Appollinia,” he said, taking a step towards me, “and the criminals have brought me here. They will not let me go.”
My eyes widened as I realized that this was a member of the royal family; just a nephew to the current king, but still someone.
“I got out of there by miracle alone, because of the festival. Please help me.”
“Of course,” I said, and I put my hand out.
“I am... I am afraid.”
“Do not be afraid,” I said, “there is nothing to fear, now that you are with me, you are safe.”
He took my hand and I pulled him closer, both arms around him, holding him tightly as I teleported. My heart was racing, my thoughts rushing over all the different possibilities. But most of all, how did I know to leave the fire? And how did he know to find me, that it was me?
Finally we reached the mansion. The first and last human to see my mansion, but I did not know where else to take him. I had to speak with him before I could return to Elric. I had to see the truth.
His eyes were closed and he was unconscious when we arrived, so I had time to speak with one of the servants. They had a small meal prepared for him, and it was only when food was waved in front of his nose that he woke up again.
He ate ravenously and without a word while I watched. Finally he looked up at me and smiled, a bright smile.
“You really are Astarael,” he said, “I know I look like I'm part of the royal family... but I'm really not. I used to be a servant for the royal family, in the palace itself. But they kidnapped me, thinking I knew something that could be of use to them.”
“I see,” I said, looking him over. But his aura...
“Astarael, My Lady... may I ask you a question?”
“Of course, my child.”
“Tell me... why did you marry him? Fidolians kidnapped me. They are going to attack us, to try and destroy our royal family.”
“No. Elric is a good man.”
“Elric is a God,” he said, “I am a good man; Elric is no good man. He is a God, and he plays by his own rules. He doesn't care for you as you do for him, mark my words. I can feel it in my bones. I could see it because those criminals love Elric. The monsters that kidnapped me.”
“Prove to me that there was such a kidnapping.” How could I believe it? My heart was torn in far too many directions to be healthy.
“So be it,” he said, taking off the black shirt he had kept on until now.
I stared at the purple bruising that covered his stomach and his chest, even his back. I looked at the crusty burgundy wounds which were scabbing over, so many of them covering his body. I took a few deep breaths before walking towards him.
“I am taking you... to Raychel...”
“Astarael.. before you do... I have one thing to ask of you.”
I looked at him for a moment, not sure what to say, what to do. And finally my head nodded on its own, one, two, three times.
“May I have... one kiss?”
I nodded again, automatically. He sat up and looked at me, and I looked at him. We moved together at the same time, and we kissed.
It was a beautiful kiss, in perfect harmony with one another. His lips moved down my neck and mine down his a moment later. Our bodies were connected in a way I could not quite understand; why this human?
And then my normal self kicked in, and an hour later, Raychel was tending to a strange human man...
~Astarael
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