The intense feeling that overcomes your being, from the deepest part of your soul, nudging your physical form to react; a warmth that overpowers you from head to toe, and causes your heart to simply melt. Three words, when meant, and felt, are the only thing in the world, that can do just that. The shiver, the huge grin, that warm and fuzzy feeling, when you know the day is going to be superbly amazing, as well as every other day; not only because of hearing them, but because you feel such truth.<br/><br/>Solas had only spoken those words to her twice before, in all the lifetimes that their souls crossed paths. Once during a moment long ago, the circumstances quite different, the moments leading up to those words indeed during a chaotic time when both were thrown into the fray in order to save a small town riddled with death and evil as the Dark King approached. The second time, was when he thought he was leaving them for eternity; his last words, and as she lay there this morning, she glanced downward, eyes closing, trying to forget that moment in their history.<br/><br/>He wanted so much to know of their past, of his own past, and as much as she knew of the time they spent together, she did not want him to know. It was for his own good, which she felt was too devastating for him to understand. The sacrifices she made, for him, as well as what they had created, were too much for her to even bear.<br/><br/>Pulling closer to his body, on her own side facing him now, she looks up at him, smiling, her arm tucking under his as he teased her spine with his fingertips, her nose nudges upward against his chin, before offering a long kiss; also quite absorbed in wanting more of him, her tongue traces against his teeth, before letting him go. She speaks quietly against his lips, pushing the words through his mouth with a deep breath, 'and for always...'<br/><br/>Her teeth gently nip his chin, and she buries her face against his chest, shivering at his strong scent, offering a low groan; she feels his desire, and as much as she wishes to experience that again, and now, she knows they cannot given the time of day and Arella waking soon.<br/><br/>Arella, her minds drifts towards the past which he keeps on pressuring, as Mill thinks of the little one. Her own breaths pick up, as she finds these memories bouncing around inside of her mind; Solas has inspired them to return in almost an entirety, and one she is not enjoying at this moment.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">No sooner did she condemn herself, refusing to take Solas, and she was taken before the Council, they had witnessed everything. She was distraught, not knowing if Isolde had been able to save his physical body, and she did not sense him in their holy land. The Council refused to give her answers regarding him, and demanded reasoning for her actions.<br/><br/>She firmly stood her ground, stating that she witnessed no darkness within him, they had misjudged him. The Council bluntly stated it was not her decision to make, it was theirs.<br/><br/>Millicent was put into purgatory for this, her first crime against the Council.<br/><br/>She had found Solas years later, and they bonded further. Again, she was pulled and brought to Council.<br/><br/>Furious and upset, she continued to argue the point, begging them to forgive her, and him. The Council asked why should such a request be accepted, when she had defied them.<br/><br/>Such a holy and righteous land, filled with forgiveness and love, yet she felt them uncaring at that time. They refused to understand and see her point; she had become too much as the humans. She was never to argue their Will.<br/><br/>Her answer to the Council was two-part, and she recalls pleading on hands and knees, that they allow him to live, return her to him, because she loved him. She remembers the silence, the hallowed Halls for one of few times, completely silent. They awaited her second reason, which they already knew.<br/><br/>She and Solas, had defied the rules. They had done what no two of their kind were ever to do, in creating a being that could ultimately, be as strong as the Council. This was Solas' downfall, as well as hers. Yet to her, it was no downfall, and as she gave the reasoning, before she finished her words to them, they cast a strong hand against her wishes.<br/><br/>Immediately, she was cast into a pergatory, for how long, she does not recall, all memory of Solas taken from her, as well as their unborn child's soul, which they kept in pergatory as well. <br/><br/>Upon the next great disaster imbedded by Evil upon the earth, she was thrown down again to collect the soul; this a vampire of no nature that any being had seen the likeness of. She was meant to fail, and did; bitten and turned. <br/><br/>Council kept her as a collector, as there were few left, yet shunned her as a pure being. She was a simple outcast, doing their dirty work at that time.<br/><br/>She had found some tranquility during that time, married, and wished a child; that tug unrelenting, however unable to have children given her dark nature then. She met with council, imploring them to allow it to be, offering reasoning that any child she bore would be as she was, and yes, held darkness, but also light, and would be stronger than she, and have the ability to do as she had for them, in collecting and fighting against the darkness.<br/><br/>Council approved this, and some time later, Arella was born. <br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Millicent does not know, and had never known, that although Arella held the physicality of Millicent's presumably deceased husband, that Council had played one final card from their deck of fate, and punishment.<br/><br/>The soul within that child's body, was the soul locked in pergatory all those years. </span><br/></span><br/><br/>Millicent stretched, head tilting up to again look at Solas, pressing down the rapid firing of memories she wishes not to recall, let alone speak of. She finds herself concerned, these bouncing recalls send her into a slightly anxious state, and she bites at her lower lip; what if the Council intervenes again? They hadn't with Arella, that she knew of, but Arie, as far as she knew, was not by two Fallens.<br/><br/>The past between herself and Solas had repeated itself; and she fretted momentarily, that if Council found out again, even caught a hint that this had happened, they would be punished again. And she, could not go through that again. Not after finding Solas, after all this time, and they having back what they had lost, both emotionally and physically. She had lost one child to the Council's judgements, she would not lose another, at any cost; neither this one or Arie. She would sooner die than this happen again.<br/><br/><br/>She kept her mind closed to him, she felt him pressing at it as the time passed in her silent state. Hoping that she has not expressed any type of concern upon her face, she smiles and leans slightly upward, sucking his lower lip between her own, speaking softly in a flirtateous way, 'I promised Arie and Izzy shopping today, darlin...and I'm sure Arie would adore seeing the Statue, she's never seen anything of these times...it's why she acted the way she did at dinner. She's a goober, too cute but silly...'<br/><br/>Mill pauses and releases his lip gently, now pressing her forehead against his, staring into those gorgeous eyes he casually wields her way, 'I want to go with you...but I promised them...and I haven't seen Izzy in so long...will you be long there?'<br/><br/>She knew nothing of his profession, other than what it was, and that any type of racing was wickedly thrilling, for both the racer and the ones being entertained. It was also dangerous, however, he was a big guy and able to take care of himself, obviously.<br/><br/>Her stomach growled, and she gawked as she remained pressed against his forehead, giggling out. 'and I think while you get cleaned up I should probably make something for us to eat, then get myself clean, hm?'<br/><br/>A sudden thought came to her and she literally expells it through her vocals without warning, 'and you are SO taking the beanbag chair to get it cleaned, mister'.