Touch of Frost {Sweet and Lilhobbit37}
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				Title: <strong>Touch of Frost {Sweet and Lilhobbit37}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>30-07-2013, 06:56:40</strong>
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				Winter was coming, the air was crisp with the feeling of frost on the horizon. The birds had all flown south, at least those that had those migratory patterns, creatures were all becoming snug in their private areas. Even the humans, had started to hole themselves up. But that was the nature of Winter, it caused creatures to retreat into the warmth of their private areas. It gave them time to prepare for the hard work of the planting to come in the spring, the hard work of summer months, and the hard work of autumn harvest. Thus was the way of life, thus was the turning of the wheel. For many creatures, this wheel turned in many ways. For The Guardians, the start of Winter was their time to prepare for their meeting. The meeting they held at least once a year. <br><br>Aisling was getting prepared for that meeting, since her mother had officially handed the reigns over to her after last years meeting. Her mother was retiring, and Aisling had spent the last year as The Guardian of The Fae. Most of the Fae had no idea what the new Guardian even looked like, she had been very careful about that. Most didn't even bother to take back stories, since most had not made their return trips home yet. Aisling Draige, 24, and an anomaly even in her family of anomalies. A woman who was almost completely devoted into her task as The Guardian of the Fae, even if she found herself wholly unsuited. Her sister Sarah, was much better suited. She had a better grasp of magic and combat, both things needed to handle the Fae adequately. <br><br>But by whatever sheer twist of perverted fate... Aisling was the one chosen by the Fates. She was the one marked by the gods, to be the Guardian of the Fae. She bore the three point crown at the crook of neck and shoulder. <br><br>Aisling stopped for a moment, looking at herself in the mirror. She was even physically different then the rest in her family. Her mother and sisters were all lush creatures of passion. Her mother having two husbands, after her initial mate had passed away. Her sisters were all quite lustful in their pursuits. But Aisling looked nothing like them. She didn't even act like them. Staring at herself in the mirror, brought a spark of confusion to her. She didn't see anything, that a potential mate would even like. She spread her hands out across her stomach, fingers caressing the warm and soft skin. She felt soft to her own touch, but that was probably from the cocoa butter rub she used. She always took amazing care of her body, for a woman that didn't find herself useful to most around her. <br><br>Her hands spread out, as she turned to look in the length of the mirror. She didn't see what anyone could find like-able. She was petite, just barely hit five foot and two inches. She was very petite, as if her body was created out of porcelain. Given the fact that her skin tone was rather pale, if marred by the spattering of speckles across her tiny and pert nose, porcelain was an apt description. Her body had a bit of a figure, a near perfect hourglass, but that didn't mean much to her. She was still trying to figure it out, as she turned sideways. There wasn't much of a shape, in the mirror, that way. She brought her hands up, long and delicate fingers cupping her breasts. They were a good handful, and they looked pert and firm, but she couldn't see what others would see. <br><br>Her hands dropped as she reached for her clothing, putting on the layers needed to go out in the biting cold. She took time to put on her leggings, and then the jeans over them. The jeans which hugged what bit of a figure she had, and flared out around the bottom of the cuff. She pulled on her bra,&nbsp; her white understhirt, and finished it up with a bright red turtleneck sweater. She stopped for a moment to run her hands across the plush fabric, feeling the softness of the micro-plush like fabric. With a sigh of frustration the woman grabbed her hairbrush. <br><br>She brutally brushed through the coppery locks, pulling out tangles and knots almost viciously. The pain didn't bother her, she was used to pain. It came with the territory of being The Guardian. She quickly bound her hair up in a messy bun, at the base of her neck. The silken, slightly curly, strands now trapped and out of her way. Brown eyes stared back at her, from the mirror. Questions filling their depths. With a shake of her head, she threw on her windbreaker. She threw on her socks and boots, and took off outside. <br><br>It was a short walk, down the pathway of 'The Virgin Guardians' cottage. A cottage set up for the Guardian, before she managed to have a family. Her family stayed in the main part of the estate, and she was required to stay in the cottage that was close to the forest that held the Portal. Her long legged stride was quick, almost agitated, as she headed towards the forest and portal. She rubbed her hands together, as she walked a little quicker. With a heavy sigh, she entered the depth of the woods. She was looking for something, for her sister. Her sister Maria needed some herbs, that would only be around for a small period of time. <br><br>She crouched down, her fingers burying into the soul around the base of the plant, her mind turning over everything in her life. She muttered, mostly to herself, as she began to work on pulling the plant free from the ground. Even though she was focused on this task, she was on alert. The portal was only a short distance away, and even with her back turned, she would be alerted if it was in use. "Wonderful day, this is... damn stupid day... fucking hate this day... being The Guardian Sucks..." She muttered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Touch of Frost {Sweet and Lilhobbit37}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lilhobbit37</strong> on <strong>31-07-2013, 03:10:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a0/Winterfae.jpg)</div> Rumors passed through the portal. Little else seemed to, these days. There was talk of a new guardian, young, succulent, ripe for the picking. To the fae eye, Psonen had no interest in such matters. After all, the Lord of Winter was above noticing a simple human, guardian or otherwise. Yet Psonen heard every whisper, every trickle of information, piecing it together. After all, he was Lord of Winter for a reason. Not some fool boyish fae who spent all his time playing tricks and games. There was much that needed doing, and it was his time to enter the portal. The wheel was turning and the Lady of Autumn had returned. Now it was time for Psonen to cross the border, armed with the knowledge he had gleaned from whispers in the wind.<br><br>Rising, he strode swiftly to the nearby pond. Water rippled from a gentle breeze. A breath, and it was a mirror of ice. Fish swam below, apparently unaware that above them was a sheet, thin as paper yet strong enough for a man to stand upon. Squatting to one knee, Psonen peered in, running his fingers through the silver strands of his hair as he took in his appearance. Older than he appeared, his boyish looks had long since melted into refinement. Wisdom, knowledge, sophistication. This is what his eyes reflected as they burned a fierce blue. His face was smooth, not a wrinkle to be seen, yet somehow, he looked the elder that he was. Long years had it taken for him to grow in power and respect. It took even more to learn the wisdom needed to become a Lord. And it had been many years since he had achieved this title, yet his face still held a certain youthfullness. The youthfullness of a fae.<br><br>Psonen straightened, his arms rising up, right shoulder cracking as he stretched his tall 6'5" frame. A grunt of satisfaction got a look from a passing fae. The silver-haired fae ignored it, as though he were alone. Turning, a few long strides took him to his home, a small hut. Pushing open the oaken door, he reached for his robes. Normally, he was fine walking around in his leather breeches and tunic, but when he crossed the portal, he would look the part. He was the Lord of Winter, and no human would doubt that saw him. Sliding on each layer took time, but Psonen had no problem with entertainment as he created a snowball to fall onto the head of the fae who had looked at him as though he were strange. A quiet laugh. <em>Strange. The Lord of Winter, given such a look by some common whelp.</em> Shaking his head as his deep laughter drifted into the breeze which whistled through his door, Psonen added his amulet and finally was ready.<br><br>Quickly now, impatient to get through, now that he had dressed for the part, he strode through the snow covered forest. Yes, Lord of Winter approached, and the forest around him shivered. Trees crackled as ice arose on the branches, a frost spreading out from beneath his feet. Psonen planned on making quite the entrance. An entrance fully befitting his title. <em>Let's see this new Guardian. Can't be worse than the last one.</em> Psonen didn't really have anything against the last Guardian. No more than any other. But humans were just so drab. Duty was well and good, after all, as Lord of Winter, he too had duties he didn't particularly enjoy. But still, it would be nice to have a change.<br><br>Ahead, an arch appeared. Inside the arch, a fog, blurring what might be on the other side. Only a steady gaze could penetrate the fog to see what might be on the other side, and then, only hints, shapes moving, shifting, never remaining quite still. The arch itself was elaborate. Decorated with the shapes of animals and overgrown with vines from every season, the portal sang of the fae.<br><br>The portal in view, Psonen paused, looking through. He knew this part. Now he would step through, and the Guardian would burn. Alerted of his entrance, the pain served two-fold. A warning of his coming and a reminder of the cost. Blowing chilled wind through the portal, he stepped through, not quickly, but not hesitating. There was no need to cause additional pain.<br><br>Mist swirled around as he stepped out, into the forest on the other side. He looked around, taking in the now familiar view of this side of the portal. Raising his hands, he let icicles form along the branches closest to him, smiling as the sun glinted off them, sending streaks of light along the trees. An entrance befitting his title. Head held high, he searched around him for the human who would approach, the new guardian. Curiosity filled his being, but he held himself regally, his face aloft, emotions hidden. But his eyes twinkled as he watched the sunlight dance off the ice. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Touch of Frost {Sweet and Lilhobbit37}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>31-07-2013, 03:26:26</strong>
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				Aisling had seen the Lady of Autumn off the day before, she had worn a hooded cloak - the old traditional one of the family - when she saw the Fae woman off. Most of the Fae who came through were subject to this, because most were not supposed to SEE the Guardian unless she had decided so. That didn't stop the more virile of them from trying to touch her, trying to seduce her. Gender didn't seem to matter either, male or female, they all seemed to try. It was like a game almost, but in the hundreds of years her bloodline had guarded the portal wherever it went - not a single one of her family had broken sacred vows. The most sacred was never to turn away your chosen mate, the one the fates had decreed for you. You couldn't even feel sexual urges, till you met this person. You couldn't start continuing the line, till you met them. <br><br>Unfortunately for Aisling, her mother had been a bit of a hippy - her mother shacked up with her father long enough to have Aisling, and then off she had went to continue her life. Aisling couldn't even remember her father, but being the oldest of eight females, was hard enough. There was rarely a male around for very long, each of the girls had different fathers. Her mother had said it was to keep the bloodline from getting too thinned out. Aisling hadn't even considered the possibility of her own children, she was too focused on her task for Maria. Maria was the kitchen witch of the family, and she often required a plethora of plants, that's what Aisling was focused on. Brown eyes widened the moment she felt the surge of magic. She realized then, that she was getting a visitor. <br><br>Her hands stopped digging into the soil the moment her mark began to burn, it ached with a fierce cold that nearly incapacitated the young woman. She had never felt power like this, not coming through the portal. She hissed through her teeth, her hand reaching up to press under the collar of her jacket. She was digging her nails in the three point crown on the crook of her neck and shoulder. She dug her nails in, hoping the pain would stabilize her. She could feel the change in the air, she chill that filled the air. <em>I'm a fucking idiot, I'm greeting the Lord of Winter today... I fucking forgot... this is going to suck.</em> Aisling said to herself mentally as she dragged herself up into a standing position. She released a heavy sigh, as she tried to gather herself to turn and face the portal. <br><br>"Welcome to the land of mortals, Lord of Winter. I apologize, I had forgotten you were supposed to be coming today." She said in a clipped and polite voice. The look in her brown eyes was obvious, this was her job. He was significantly taller than her, she realized that quickly, but 90% of the Fae happened to be. She wasn't surprised at that, but it would make it harder on her. She usually had such a cranked neck by the time the Fae left her cottage. "If you will follow me, we can begin updating your paperwork from last year, so you may do your duties here." Aisling said, sweeping as polite of a bow as she could. <br><br>Something strange was there, a tingling that filled her. She ignored it for the moment, and ignored the strange thoughts that lingered in her mind. He was attractive, she had never noticed how attractive one of the Fae were - before. This was strange to say in the least.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Touch of Frost {Sweet and Lilhobbit37}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lilhobbit37</strong> on <strong>31-07-2013, 03:39:36</strong>
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				Eyes widened slightly as the young Guardian stood. Psonen bent slightly, bowing formally as his fierce blue eyes traveled over her body, taking in her attire, from her boots, up, until finally resting on her face. <em>She looks like she just ate sour berries,</em> thought the fae as his eyebrow raised slightly, quickly schooling his face back to serenity.<br><br>"Greetings Guardian. It seems like only yesturday I was greeting your mother for the first time. You will become used to the duties, including the horrid task of meeting me at the portal." A wink to try and relieve the tension so obvious in the girl before him. Reaching up he broke one of the icicles off the tree, concentrating, his eyes glowing brighter for a moment, as the icicle took the form of a rose. "A gift for your services. May it remain as long as I do, and melt with my departure."<br><br>With a bow of his head, Psonen waved at her to lead the way. "Paperwork, my favorite." Wondering what he could do to win over this Guardian, the chance to make her more interesting than her mother encouraged him. <em>At least she's got beauty to look at.</em> The consolation meant little. The Lord of Winter had never found his mate. But something about this girl mesmerized him. Maybe it was the haughty attitude in the face of her duties, or maybe something else. Silver-hair flowing over his shoulders, Psonen shook the thoughts away, focusing his attention back on the girl.<br><br>"You may call me Psonen, Miss Guardian."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Touch of Frost {Sweet and Lilhobbit37}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>31-07-2013, 04:03:07</strong>
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				Aisling gave him a sideways look for a moment, as he turned the icicle to a rose. She was not unused to the magic of the Fae, but she herself had very little magic of her own. Brown eyes watched him, as she delicately took the rose from his hands. "Thank you, I appreciate the kind gesture." Aisling said as she straightened, she turned then, and stepped towards the pathway that would lead them towards the cottage she would reside in till she birthed her first child. "As you are aware, the basic rules to follow. Glamour in place at all times, so that the normal humans are not taken down by your appearance. I would suggest doing one before we leave the woods. A simple pair of pants and a shirt with a jacket will work. You need not change your actual clothes." <br><br>Aisling continued to rattle out details, as she walked, her steps keeping her away from him a bit. "Now, Psonen, you are not aware but Winter has yet to give it's detailed soldiers, for this year, to the Government. You will likely have to meet with some officials, in order to put forth those details. Winter is your specialty, and they need soldiers of your court to handle certain... climates." Aisling said as she stopped at the edge of the woods. She took a moment to look around, completely stuck in business mode. She wasn't someone that seemed to relax very easily, and it seemed that she had a stick shoved up her ass. Around the Fae she was completely business personality, but this was to protect herself. <br><br>Last thing she needed was one of them testing how dedicated she was to her Vows. First rule of Guardianship... Always listen to the fates when they choose the mate that awakens your sexual natures. Second rule, never fuck the people you work with. Third Rule, if all else fails... run like a little bitch. Well three was made up, Aisling made it up. But that was because there really was only two vows. At least personal ones that she had to follow. Other than that, she had the vows as a guardian to protect the gate and the creatures who came through. "You'll have to wait at the cottage for a week, while processing happens, but I think you should have no issue spreading winter from there."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Touch of Frost {Sweet and Lilhobbit37}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lilhobbit37</strong> on <strong>31-07-2013, 04:27:33</strong>
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				With an agitated sigh, the Fae listened to the rules, rules he had listened to every year for longer than this child had been alive. <em>Not child, woman.</em> Psonen tried to shake the thought as it popped into his head. He knew most fae considered it a right of passage to attempt to seduce a guardian, but he found that it made for a long trip. He hadn't yet heard of a Guardian who forsook the vows. The fae saw the distance the Guardian kept, wondering whether she had already been so mishandled by the fae to distrust with such obvious discomfort. Or was it just the stories she had heard, the warnings, causing her to be so careful around him.<br><br>Throwing up a careless glamour, the Lord frowned at the clothes, causing them to shimmer until they stopped on khaki dress pants and a simple button down pale blue shirt, the jacket slung over his shoulder carelessly. His mouth twitched down as he donned the jacket. It may be a glamour, but he would be glad to get to the cottage and strip to his breeches and tunic again. Between the robes and the glamour, he was quite uncomfortable. Not that the glamour felt like anything, but a fae did not enjoy synthetics, and that seemed to be all these mortals wore.<br><br>"I know you feel you have to repeat all the rules to me, as your mother did every year, but do you truly think I would forget them? I've come every year, and every year the same speech. You hate saying it as much as I hate hearing it, so can we just walk in silence if you have nothing better to say?" Psonen was snippy. He knew that, but the tense Guardian was getting on his nerves. Frost spread from his feet as his eyes flashed dangerously, before resuming the calm demeanor, the frost receding. The appearance of human took Psonen's place, or at least human enough for one unknowing not to glance twice.<br><br>"As for my soldiers, I will meet with whomever asks. Those who are loyal to me serve with honor. They will handle what must be handled." With that, Psonen turned aside, glancing out of the woods as he huffed quietly, "You do me dishonor by not giving me a name. Shall I continue to call you Miss Guardian for my duration here?" He knew his tongue would get him into trouble. It always did, but this guardian must learn. Treat a fae with respect, be aware of yourself at all times, and be mindful of the games fae play. This is what humans were warned of. So much untaught. Psonen sighed. New Guardian, same mortal realm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Touch of Frost {Sweet and Lilhobbit37}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>31-07-2013, 04:42:39</strong>
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				"It is a requirement of the job. You may dislike it, I may dislike it, but it is part of the job. It's part of the ceremony, and for a Fae to be bothered with Ceremony... well then you must really need your time in the mortal realm." Aisling suddenly snapped back, her voice seemed to burn more then a summer sun, but there was a coldness there that would be startling. She walked from the edge of the woods straight towards the cottage, anger in each step as she pulled the key from her pocket and opened the door. She turned to face him, her eyes narrowed. Her lips pulled into a thin line of anger, brown eyes flashing with fire and anger. <br><br>"I do you no dishonor. As a human, it is not my <em>place</em> to deign myself appropriate to give my name to a Fae Lord without being asked for it. I was taught the protocols, I was taught the manners I was to have. Now..." Aisling said as she straightened her back, still not bringing her up to much size. She calmly and quietly pushed open the door, her eyes narrowed and her lips in a firm flat line. The anger vibrating through her body. She couldn't remember having this sort of emotional response before. Usually her tone remained as cold as the snow that would soon follow, usually she had an almost bored air to her. But something about this Lord... seemed to make her ache, and it made parts of her .... <em>Oh fuck no.</em> Aisling muttered to herself mentally. <br><br>"I, Aisling Draige, welcome you, Lord Psonen, into my home. You may cross the threshold. May my home be as much of a safe haven for you, as it has for me. We will break bread, and share salt - as soon as we pass through the threshold." She said in as polite of a tone as she possibly could. She bowed at the waist, motioning her hand towards the door, of which she was giving him formal permission to cross. Each time a Fae left, the threshold would be refreshed. This way they could not return and surprise the guardian with harm in their home. Not that they would, but sometimes it happened.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Touch of Frost {Sweet and Lilhobbit37}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lilhobbit37</strong> on <strong>31-07-2013, 05:03:41</strong>
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				Psonen had been too long away from the mortal realm, it was true. He knew the other fae had left their marks, expecting, nae...demanding more respect than they had earned. The Lord of Winter knew he was stronger than the other Lords and Ladies. He was older, wiser, and usually, calmer. But that this human spoke of her place in such a tone, which argued that she was his equal...Eyes grew cold, hard, piercing her with his gaze.<br><br>"I greet you Aisling Draige, Guardian of the Fae. I realize that you mortals set much on ceremony, but it is for you not the fae who come here. If you feel better knowing you did every piece of your job, then recite away. I only meant to make it simpler on us both. I fear you have probably seen the worst side of the fae already in your short time as guardian. I do not wish to treat you like a lesser being. However, take that tone with me again..." Psonen didn't bother to finish the sentence. She got the point. For his part, he would hold to the ceremony she was clinging to like a security blanket.<br><br>Stepping to the door, Psonen peered inside. The cottage wasn't large, but they would fit comfortably for the duration of his stay. Glancing at Aisling out of the corner of his eye, he rethought that. <em>Comfortable if we both manage to contain our tempers.</em> After a moment during which his eyes took in everything he could see from the doorway, he stepped inside, turning to the girl as he watched her try to stay civil through the ceremony. Whispering in his deep voice for only he to hear, "Your mother must be proud," Psonen bowed his head.<br><br>"I have entered inside, now join me. A meal and perhaps a conversation as we share this roof. May my stay seem swift and my leave come quick." The fae found himself staring at her feet. Never had he been so interested in feet, yet surely these feet, these were perfect feet. His eyes rose to her legs as he held his bow, waiting for her to join him before he lifted his head. As his eyes slowly traveled, he became grateful for the robes as his body reacted. <em>Like a young fae who has never had a woman.</em> Scornfully Psonen tried to get his mind to something else. It did no good to imagine what was under those jeans. She was a Guardian, and a Guardian did not enjoy of the flesh. Especially the flesh of the fae they were to guard.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Touch of Frost {Sweet and Lilhobbit37}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>31-07-2013, 05:18:20</strong>
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				IF Aisling could hear this Fae's thoughts, she probably would have gutted him. If she had that kind of power. But she was the weakest of her siblings, she often believed one of her seven sisters should have been given the mantle. Not her, never her. She was only good at the paperwork. She waited patiently for him to step through, which she followed quickly. She calmly closed the door, locking it. Never could be too safe, to be honest. She was a bit paranoid, but that didn't mean there wasn't demons waiting to rip her face off. She took that moment to take off her jacket, wearing only the lush sweater and her pants. She only wore those things now, because she had kicked off her boots and shoes. <br><br>She walked towards him, trying to calm herself. She was surprised at the way she was reacting, she wasn't even sure what was happening. Her flesh was crawling, but not in an unpleasant way. There was almost an ache in her chest, and she realized it was her breasts aching. She had a frown on her face, as she realized that was a bit of wetness between her legs. It wasn't the usual bit she dealt with, normal physical lubrication, this was almost a... <em>Oh fuck no.</em> Aisling snapped at herself mentally as she reached up to grab the ponytail that kept her coppery locks up in it's bun. <br><br>She pulled her hair free, running her fingers through it as she walked towards the kitchen. "I don't have a chef here, like my mother does in the main house. I make all my own food. There is a fresh loaf of bread cooling. I also have honey for you to put on it. There is also the customary bottle of wine, since I could not get a hold of Mead at this time of year. I'll make sure to stock up for next year." She said as politely as possible. She needed to ignore her body, she had to ignore her body. This wasn't right, she was feeling sexual feelings. This was not something she was even supposed to be going towards. <br><br>She turned her back to him as she worked on finding a variety of ingredients. Everything would be made fresh, and with herbs that she had grown in her small herb garden. "There is a guest room, in the back of the cottage. I'll show you the bathroom, and anything else you ask. I would like to ask for you to please stay out of my room, there is a lot of delicate computer equipment in there." She said lightly as she pulled out a wineglass for him, setting it on the counter. Her hands shook just a little, but she shoved them into her pockets. <br><br><em>Guardians blood will burn not with lust, till she finds the father of her first. No child shall she have, till she sates the decision of the fates. No other vow will be more important to the Guardian, this is the highest. The next generation depends on it.</em>. That vow, that damn vow her mother had made her take, echoed in her mind. She was reacting to one of her charges, and a bloody seasonal lord at that. A creature that could never have an interest in a dumpy little virgin like her. He didn't seem to prescribe to the same game as the other fae, for that she was thankful.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Touch of Frost {Sweet and Lilhobbit37}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lilhobbit37</strong> on <strong>11-11-2013, 18:01:53</strong>
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				"Excuse me while I go to my room and change out of these garments," Psonen politely excused himself before a few long strides took him to the doorway of his room. Entering, he shut the door behind him as his eyes surveyed the room, finding it much unchanged from his last stay. The room was simple, a bed, a dresser, a chair, all oaken sturdy furniture, built to last. It took mere moments for the ceremonial robes to be hung off to the side, much quicker to come off than they had to come on. <br><br>Psonen paced the small room, only 3 strides each way, as his mind went overboard. The bulge in his breeches prevented him from joining Aisling, but try as he might, he couldn't seem to stop his mind from drifting. <em>I'm not some young fae who can't control his urges. Get a hold of yourself Psonen!</em> He mentally chided himself, but it did little good. Finally he did the only thing he could think of. He breathed out a slow stream of icy cold air, causing the temperature in the room to lower, until it was so cold, even he was shivering. It served it's purpose, distracting the wandering thoughts, focusing him on warming up, which happened quickly as cold rarely affected the Lord of Winter.<br><br>Finally he had himself under control and was able to present himself to his host. Opening the oaken door, Psonen strolled out casually, trying to appear that the time hadn't passed at all. Reaching out for the wineglass, he smiled towards Aisling, a friendly smile, hoping that now that the majority of ceremony was over, she would relax. "This wine looks perfect. Do not fret on the lack of mead. We fae do not travel here just for your mead. Wine will do just fine for my stay here." Bringing the glass to his lips, he tipped the glass just enough to get a taste of the liquid. A dark red wine, with a slightly earthy hint. Psonen found himself more pleased than he expected with the wine. This was a good bottle, and he would enjoy it.<br><br>Taking his glass, Psonen moved to the table, sitting, his legs stretched under it as he relaxed, looking towards Aisling, noticing that she seemed slightly flustered. "I hope the other faes have not given you too much trouble since you took your mother's place. I know some of them can be a bit crude. It would pain me to hear you have been mishandled and not given your due respect as Guardian." He hoped starting the conversation would help ease her worries that he too would prescribe to such immaturity. If he could only get his mind to obey.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Touch of Frost {Sweet and Lilhobbit37}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>08-01-2014, 06:49:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sweet Mother Dannu, she needed to get herself under control. But it was worse for the fact that she had to get herself under control. She could feel every blush of her suddenly sensitive skin, the arousal that was completely unknown to her. She knew how her family bloodline had started, it was what had started all this trouble long ago. But not once in all of the time since the First Guardian of the Fae... had a Guardian of the Fae reacted to or had sex with one of their Fae charges. It was part of the code written, to help them be unbiased in their work. To be able to provide the utmost of courtesy and aid to their charges. <br><br>Now She could not beleive what was happening, the way her body was reacting to just the simple presence of the male. She gathered the loaf of bread and honey, turning around after he had stretched himself out at the table. Her throat felt suddenly dry, and she found herself licking her lips. She set the bread and honey on the table, and then returned for her own glass of wine. She needed to focus her mind, she almost missed him talking to her again That would not do at all!<br><br>"They would tease on occassion, I think it is a game that most of the Fae play. My mother said that the Fae have always tried to seduce the Guardian, it is a test of skill, they want to see who can finally break the rules of the bloodline. My sisters are free to have sex with the Fae, my mother as well now... but No Guardian has ever had sex with one of their charges while they held the title of Guardian." She said smoothly as she took her seat. <br><br>She ran her hand through her hair for a moment, releasing a soft sigh. She was definitely bothered by the way the fae acted, but she let them do so. It was just part of the way things were here. "I will get your paperwork done later. I am a bit exhausted from your arrival... the arrival of a seasonal lord usually causes a strain on the Guardian's body. Our mark burns based on the power ranking of a Fae."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Touch of Frost {Sweet and Lilhobbit37}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lilhobbit37</strong> on <strong>10-01-2014, 00:56:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Please do not think that this game is something I play. I have more respect for the Guardian than that. I did not try to tempt your mother and I shall not attempt it with you either." Psonen sipped his wine, hoping the young girl before him believed him. She had obviously been roughly handled by the previous fae and this was the Lord's chance to set things right.<br><br>As his thoughts wandered, he heard her mention the pain and exhaustion. "Feel free to retire early. I tried to cross quick to minimize your pain, but I do understand the payment of being a guardian. I've tried to express that I do not set nearly as much stock on the ceremony as yourself. I would just as soon retire myself, if you are uncomfortable leaving me alone in your home."<br><br>Psonen knew that this was as much his home as hers for the time he stayed here, but making a good first impression would make his stay easier. Sipping his wine, he reached out to slice the bread, offering a slice to Aisling before taking one for himself. Spreading the honey, he tried to think of small talk. "So do you have a favored season?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Touch of Frost {Sweet and Lilhobbit37}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>31-03-2014, 23:45:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aisling had not realized exactly how exhausted she was. Her mother said that some of the seasonal leaders were older than the others, as a result they would cause more of a strain than the others. She had no idea till now, even as her body tried to thrum up the energy to keep an interest in the conversatoin they were having. "I do think I will retire early, you can retire whenever you feel. The room my mother had for you in the past - is still available and ready." She said in a soft tone, her hands pressing to the table as she stood up slowly.<br><br>Then he managed to shock her, absolutely shock her. None of her Fae guests had ever treated her like he had. Usually they lorded their power and ranking over her... They treated her like a human servant, which honestly made her want to rip their faces off... But she had behaved herself more oft than naught. <br><br>She reached out to accept the bread and honey had had offered. She found that she had not realized how hungry she was till she took that first bite. Her stomach seemed to almost wail at her in protest as she resisted the urge to stuff her face. She would have to get some food before she went to bed. Though perhaps she could muster the energy to stay with him for a bit longer. She slipped into the kitchen for a moment, returnnig with a small cheese and meat platter to use with the bread. "I didn't realize how hungry I was until you shared that slice with me." She commented in amusement.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Touch of Frost {Sweet and Lilhobbit37}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lilhobbit37</strong> on <strong>20-09-2014, 01:22:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Psonen allowed a small smile to cross his face as he watched Aisling depart to get the cheese and meats. "Exhaustion most likely hid the hunger, but the crossing doesn't just drain energy. Eat as much as you would like. It is, after all, yours." As he spoke, the fae reached out for the platter, taking a few slices of meat and cheese to set on his plate. <br><br>Sipping his wine, Psonen watched the Guardian curiously. "So other than being Guardian, tell me a bit about yourself, if it is not intrusive for me to inquire. You were out in the forest, but not to meet me, so I would think you were either hunting or searching for herbs. Your lack of weapons leads me to believe you were herb picking. I don't see many herbs around so might I assume they were for someone else?" The fae tried to think of his past visits, unsure why he yearned to show the girl that he paid attention to the mortal realm beyond what most fae cared to. "One of your sisters perhaps?"<br><br>Psonen waited, focusing on the food before him, hoping to start a conversation to set this young woman at ease.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Touch of Frost {Sweet and Lilhobbit37}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>20-09-2014, 02:18:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I get like this sometimes, I get myself so wrapped up in paperwork and online work... that I forget to eat." Aisling said as she continued to eat. She poured herself a glass of wine, and started to drink. Maybe she could associate the weird sensations with that. She had never felt like this, and it was worrying. Like she was on fire, but chilled all at once. Something banked deep within her, embers of a flame that could roar. <br><br>She shook her head, and focused on him when he started asking questions. "My sister Maria, she is an herb witch. Well more of a Kitchen Witch, and there were some herbs she needed. They only come out for a brief time, just before winter, at least when they are ripe. So I was harvesting some for one of her spells."; She said as she motioend to a set of jars in the corner, all with dried herbs. There was a few bundles hanging in the corner of the kitchen, getting prepped for her sister. <br><br>"Having them gathered and prepped by a virgin... brings more power." She said with a soft shrug. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Touch of Frost {Sweet and Lilhobbit37}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lilhobbit37</strong> on <strong>20-09-2014, 02:26:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Listening quietly, Psonen watched as the girl seated across from him finally began to relax. Sipping his wine he nodded appropriately to show his continued interest.<br><br>"Ah, a kitchen witch. That must make for some interesting and delicious cuisine. Do you have certain magical strengths?" The guardian was adept at magic, though never to the strength of a fae's. Yet the Lord realized that he sensed little to nothing from Aisling. He had no inkling of what power she might have, other than the power to affect him as a woman.<br><br>Psonen found himself admiring the smooth cheekbones in her face, while talking with her. His wine slowly emptied as he sipped it, interested more in this Guardian than any he had met in his many years as Lord. Something was different about her. <em>Is it the blush in her cheeks? The way she speaks? The attitude? What is beckoning me so? She is but a mortal, a human, and more importantly, and untouchable Guardian!</em> Psonen tried to place what drew him in, as he kept the conversation going.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Touch of Frost {Sweet and Lilhobbit37}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>20-09-2014, 02:32:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aisling stopped, biting her lip and looking away. He had asked the question that almost always gets asked, and it always dug a little more out of her to say it. Her eyes closed as she rolled her shoulders back. "I have no magic... except for what the mark gives me. I can sense the Fae, and guide them... but I cannot cast spells... I am a terrible warrior... The only great thing I did was accidentally kill a vampire with a pencil while walking home from school." Aisling said as she kicked the ground for a moment. <br><br>"I think the gods were idiots, when choosing me as Guardian. Any of my sisters would have been infinitely more appropriate... I have no magical skill, not combat skill... I only have... scholastic skill - and I am good at the paperwork associated with helping the fae."; She said with with a soft finality as she poured herself another glass of wine. <br><br>"It is stupid... the most incompetent Guardian of the Fae... "
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Touch of Frost {Sweet and Lilhobbit37}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lilhobbit37</strong> on <strong>20-09-2014, 02:38:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Darkness covered Psonen's features before he could stop his emotions from showing. Obviously displeased with Aisling, the fae stood, towering over the table.<br><br>"The fates are never wrong." The finality in his voice spoke volumes. Calming, he moved to get the wine, hoping he hadn't startled the girl too much. Taking a deep breath he continued, "Magic isn't a necessity for being a guardian. Nor is the ability to fight, unless you have a problem with your charge, which is a bigger problem than just not being able to defend yourself. Diplomacy is always a more powerful weapon when dealing with a rogue fae anyways."<br><br>Pausing, Psonen looked directly at Aisling as he took another deep breath, realizing that his wine had become ice in his hand. "May I speak honestly?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Touch of Frost {Sweet and Lilhobbit37}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>20-09-2014, 02:45:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aisling felt her hand slide instantly to the only weapon a human had against the Fae. She kept a single piece of iron in her home, Cold Iron. It was a last resort, but every Guradian of the Fae had had one sinec they started the job. It was something that helped keep them from being taken by Fae magics, and it also kept them safe if one of their chargest went rogue. <br><br>"If you looked back at the genrations upon generations of women who have guarded the gate... you would realize I am the least of all of them. But go ahead, speak your mind. The Fae do not lie, but they do not give everything either. But please... pelase tell me what is on you rmind, Oh Great Lord of Winter." She stated as she stood up her hands pressing to the table. The wine was making her dizzy but she was angry at him for trying to disprove what she had said. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Touch of Frost {Sweet and Lilhobbit37}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lilhobbit37</strong> on <strong>20-09-2014, 02:59:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking the Guardian in the eyes, Psonen stated simply, "You are different. To you, this may seem a detriment, but why should that be so? Because you do not have raw power? Because you can not wield a blade as though it were an extension of your being? Why is that so important? It is like the ceremony you cling so hard to: dressing. Lacy frilly useless dressing to make the position seem grand. The position isn't grand. It is necessary. And you have all the necessary skills. Magic, weaponry...those are just added frills to make the Guardian feel important. It doesn't make the Guardian important. You do that by being the Guardian, by fullfilling the duties required and keeping your world safe. That is the role of the guardian. Not cooking with herbs."<br><br>Psonen sighed. "You have been mishandled, and you have been made to feel looked down upon. And perhaps you have looked at your mother and your siblings and wondered at why you were chosen. But let me speak plainly. For years I have crossed over, and followed ritual, and met many guardians of your realm. And I can say, you are different. I can't place my finger on how or why, but you ARE different. In just meeting you, you have shown more life, more fervor, and yes, more attitude, than any guardian before you. You do not need magic, young Guardian. I trust you will have a long and fruitful future guarding this portal, and you will easily hold your own against the fae who may seek to come against you. You do have power, just not in the way you have wished for. Find your strength, Guardian Aisling. It will serve you well."<br><br>With that, Psonen abruptly turned, stalking out of the room to his own, knowing the Guardian needed space as did he. Shutting his door, the Lord sat on his bed, shaking his head at his outburst, whispering aloud, "Worse than a young fae. What was I thinking?" Psonen knew there was nothing to be done now, as he lay back on the bed. Perhaps in the morning, something could be said, if she hadn't walled him out again completely.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Touch of Frost {Sweet and Lilhobbit37}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>20-09-2014, 03:16:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aisling stood with her mouth agape as he rambled. Alright, this was a Fae who did not pull punches. Her cheeks flared with color as she gripped her own wineglass hard. Her eyes darkening as she gave a low and dangerous growl. He stormed out, without her having a chance to respond. Like a child the only thing she could do was scream and throw her glass at the door he had closed. She took deep heaving breaths, as she ran her hands through her hair. She was trying to calm herself, confused as to why she had flared up like that. <br><br>She have never ever, in her entire existence as The Guardian, reacted to a Fae like that. Anger, hurt, denial, and pain. She had never reacted like that, she had never felt such things around the Fae. Most of her emotions were locked up until she found her - <em>mate</em>,. Oh sweet gods, could they be such horrible people? Could the fates have paired her with The Lord Psonen, The Lord of Winter? That would just be... <br><br>"Oh sweet Dannu... no"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Touch of Frost {Sweet and Lilhobbit37}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lilhobbit37</strong> on <strong>21-09-2014, 06:21:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Staring at the ceiling, Psonen barely registered the scream and the smash of shattering glass which accompanied his departure. Briefly a thought flittered through his head, reminding him that while Aisling was grown up, she was still a child in many ways. <em>A young fae, searching for her place in a larger scheme.</em> Psonen nodded to himself. Thinking of her as a young fae, a youth, one who had no wisdom of the larger beyond. Perhaps that was the way to deal with her.<br><br>"But that is not the body of a child, nor would she appreciate being treated as such. She IS the Guardian, which allows that a certain amount of respect be given her, regardless her maturity..." Psonen mulled it over. Long hours passed before sleep took him, in which the mutterings of his thoughts filled the room, as frost bit at the edges. Clearly the Lord of Winter wasn't thinking about the cold, it simply came to him, chilling him in it's own comforting way.<br><br>Before he knew it, morning had come. Fae needed no clocks to tell the time, and he rose along with the sun, groaning as he stretched the kinks out. "Hopefully, this day is better than the last." With that sentiment, he donned his tunic and breeches before exiting the room, heading straight to the kitchen, hoping to find some wine and food.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Touch of Frost {Sweet and Lilhobbit37}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>30-09-2014, 20:00:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aisling knew she should have slept, but she spent all of those many hours doing research. Searchign and hoping she was wrong. She had piles of old journals on the kitchen table, and she was searching for the answers she was hoping for. But as the hours went on, the chill seeped into her home. She started up a fire in the small cottage, and then set up the protection grate. She took a hot shower and put everything away, by that time it was already morning. <br><br>She looked exhausted, but there was somethign else there. Something akin to fear and wonder. She rubbed her face as she got a pot of coffee going. Her head ached, but the coffee would help. Everything would help. She remembered to make food while she was at it, since her guest would likely be very hungry. <br><br>She was there, cooking when he walked in. She looked up at him, and was almost like a doe caught in a hunters gaze. "Lord Psonen...We... need to talk about last night." She said softly as she started to move food to plates. She found a fresh bottle of chilled wine and poured him a glass. She needed coffee, it would keep her from being stupid. <br><br>But even his mere presence had started to flare up her body again, that heat like a banked coal. <em>fuck...</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Touch of Frost {Sweet and Lilhobbit37}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lilhobbit37</strong> on <strong>04-10-2014, 17:22:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Psonen eyed Aisling up and down. Her exhaustion hung over her as she spoke and moved. He guessed she had a long and sleepless night. "If that is your wish, young Guardian," he replied as he sipped the freshly poured wine. Something was wrong, but there was no inkling to what the girl was fretting over.<br><br>Stretching his legs under the table, Psonen got comfortable, prepared to hear how he had stepped over the line, was inappropriately blunt, and needed to stay in his room for the remainder of the journey. Not that he was prepared to agree to it, but this guardian needed to stretch her wings, to try and demand respect, even if acting as a child in the process.<br><br>"What is on your mind, Aisling?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Touch of Frost {Sweet and Lilhobbit37}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>16-10-2014, 19:08:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aisling rubbed her hands over her face asshe returned to making the morning meal. She had bresh bread, from her sister in the main house. She had some nice cheese, and she managed to throw together some nice omelettes. She tossed some extra thick bacon on a pan and was busy cooking it whle the Coffee brewed. <br><br>She set the food out, chewing on a piece of bacon as she added sugar and cream to her coffee. She finally adjusted herself and sat down. "You know the rules of a Guardian, we are not allowed to interact a certain way with the Fae..." She said as she leaned back a little and took a deep drink from her coffee. <br><br>"Every Faeling and their parents have heard the stories of how a Guardian becomes capable of truly doing her job, and what happens when she finds her mate." Aisling said as she clutched the cup, her knuckles turning white. "No feelings will she truly have, till the one to hold her heart is found. No child shall she bare, or lust shall she feel... Till to her heart she has kneeled..." <br><br>She was leading up to something. The fact that she had never been drunk before last night was a good hint at her loss of control. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Touch of Frost {Sweet and Lilhobbit37}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lilhobbit37</strong> on <strong>02-11-2014, 17:01:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, I know all that..." Psonen wondered where this was leading, after all, he already told her that he didn't play the games of the younger fae. With an attentive ear, the lord dug into the food before him, curious as to what has the girl so wrapped in knots.<br><br>"Out with it, child, what is it that you wish to say? Don't tell me what I know, tell me what I don't. What has gotten into you?" He could see the lack of sleep, the dark circles under her eyes, and the obvious way she carried herself. She was completely different from the day before. Psonen finally set aside his food, looking at the guardian with his full attention.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Touch of Frost {Sweet and Lilhobbit37}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>02-11-2014, 21:38:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Until yesterday, I had my emotions in firm control. Until you swept in with your icy demeanor... I was completely in control of my life. I never even really got drunk, or was effected by anything." Aisling ground out as her eyes narrowed, her fingers clutching the table as she drained her mug. He was drawing these things out of her, and it was making her angry again. <br><br>She did not want to break the rules of the Guardian, but the one she had to follow the most was about the awakening of her true Guardian abilities. The awakening o fher true self, her ability to continue her line. "Lord Psonen, it seems the fates are twisted indeed... You have been chosen as mine." She stated in a ground out voice. Her voice coming out as an almost growl. <br><br>
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