"<span style="font-style: italic">TÃ¡ gaotha an gheimhridh sgallta fuar, thart thimchioll an Drom'-mhÃ³ir,</span>" Bronwyn sang softly into the darkness. "<span style="font-style: italic">Ach ann sna halla tÃ¡ siothchÃ¡n, a phÃ¡iste gheal a stÃ³ir.</span>"<br/>Her breath stirred the light red strands of Tara's hair as she spoke.<br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Ta gach sean-duilleog dul air crith, ach is og an beannglan thÃº,</span>" Tara shifted in her arms, throwing her leg over both of Bronwyn's and stretching her arm across her flat stomach.<br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Seinimis lothin lÃº lÃ³ lan, Seinim loithin lÃº lÃ³.</span>" Bronwyn kept singing just above a whisper, her hand stroking gentle circles on Tara's back.<br/>How strange it was to find herself again in a woman's embrace. After all the years she had walked the earth, occasionally with companionship, more often alone, one would think she had lost the need for a lover's touch.<br/>Maybe she had lost the need, but not the desire. The redhead sleeping in her arms had managed to awaken a part of her that had long been dormant. She had maybe not realized it at first, but she recognized the sensation now.<br/>Taking a lover was a double edged sword for the Irish vampire. Her relationships tended to burn bright and fierce, and end just as quickly as they started. Part of the problem was the difference between her and her human lovers. There were females of her kind, of course, and even some of the same persuasion as herself. Bronwyn had briefly dallied with some of these females, but the very similarities in their shared natures made it difficult at best to get along for very long. One night, maybe two, was as long as they could tolerate before they were going for the throat. Literally. And not to feed. Vampires were solitary, territorial beings, not meant to congregate together and form communities.<br/>On the flip side of the coin, humans and vampires were too different to be able to find much common ground. It was a rare find for a human and a vampire form a lasting relationship, and then the inevitable problem always reared its ugly head... age. Vampires didn't. Humans did.<br/>It was almost more trouble than it was worth to take a lover. Either two vampires mated and then tried to kill each other, or a vampire would take a human lover and have to watch him or her age and die almost before they could blink. And that was only if they didn't try to hide the fact of their nature.<br/>Bronwyn's soft voice floated around the room, and she tried to shut off the musing that filled her mind. Nothing would be solved by living in the past, which was an issue she struggled with daily. Nor would her issues be helped by dwelling upon them. She tried to quiet her mind as much as she could and enjoy the moment, building a small piece of a memory in which she could find respite in her inevitable centuries to come.