Eternally Yours ( Phyrfaerie/Elina)
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				Title: <strong>Eternally Yours ( Phyrfaerie/Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phyrfaerie</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 20:48:56</strong>
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				A velum envelope is sitting on Elle's desk, a scrap of pure cream dried into what looked to be old fashioned handmade paper. The handwriting read simply, " Elle". Inside the parchment was a type written letter that read:<br><br><div align="center">A DREAMER OF DREAMS<br><br>Author: Gloria Jean Berry<br><br>You have come to me from a distant land,<br>Dreamer of dreams, to fill my hearts desire,<br>Sweet music flowing from your nimble hand<br>That plays within... to light my passion's fire.<br><br>A symphony of word and thought you bring.<br>Excitement builds upon crescendo's sound,<br>Brought forth in tones to make my light heart sing<br>For all the beauty that, with you, I've found.<br><br>A life is changed in just an instant's time,<br>All darkness fled before that brillaint sun<br>That shines from spoken words of softest rhyme<br>And speaks of treasures, only just begun.<br><br>This mystic meeting gives my heart a glow<br>That few have seen and only you will know.</div><br><br>These words speak in such volumes for me, whilst you are still in the dark regarding who I am. I feel relieved to be finally letting go of this hushed secret I have held so long in my breast. I love you, sweet Elle. ' Who is this?' is what you no doubt are thinking. I, sweet woman, am your protector in the dark, your savior in the wee light. I am that entity that holds you close in the narrows and darks of the dusk and night. I crave to hold your form in my strong arms, to feel your life pulse through my lips, as your heated blood washes up and down your neckline. I want to protect you for all harshness, both in word and in life. You deserve that, and more. Thank you for giving the golden glimpse of hope in the dregs of humanity. <br><br>As to my identity, I will hope for the courage to tell you who I am soon, but for now, I will always be,<br><br>Eternally Yours.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eternally Yours ( Phyrfaerie/Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>17-04-2011, 04:56:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://slides.shoppinglifestyle.com/gallery/2009/07/10_AshleyGreene.jpg)</div>"No way," said Stacey as she walked into the classroom.&nbsp; "I can't believe you went out with him."<br><br>Elle laughed softly.&nbsp; "He was nice, Stacey.&nbsp; I just didn't know he'd be so boring."<br><br>Stacey rolled her eyes.&nbsp; "Elle Taylor, you'll go out with anyone just so you don't hurt feelings.&nbsp; Sometimes, you have to say no.&nbsp; Not everyone you meet is a candidate for 'the one,' you know."&nbsp; Elle flashed her friend a smile and went to her seat, slowing down as she saw something on her desk.&nbsp; She set her bookbag on the chair and picked up the envelope, opening it and pulling out a sheet of ivory paper.&nbsp; "What's that?" asked Stacey.<br><br>"I don't know," Elle responded and quickly read over the note.&nbsp; "Ha ha," she said wryly to her friend.&nbsp; "You've made your point."<br><br>"What are you talking about?"<br><br>Elle rolled her eyes.&nbsp; Were they really going to pretend?&nbsp; "This," she said, thrusting the paper into her best friend and roommate's hand.<br><br>Stacey's eyes widened as she read.&nbsp; "Damn, Elle.&nbsp; You really made an impression on someone.&nbsp; This wasn't me!"<br><br>Looking at her friend closely, Elle frowned.&nbsp; Stacey was telling the truth.&nbsp; They'd been best friends since sixth grade, and could easily read each other.&nbsp; She looked around the room, wondering who else could have left it.&nbsp; She was friends, at least casually, with a lot of the people in the class.&nbsp; "Well, clearly, it's a joke.&nbsp; Who do you think left it?" she asked, taking the note back from her friend and putting it back into the envelope.<br><br>She tossed it in her bookbag just as the room quieted down, indicating that the class was about to start.&nbsp; Slipping into her seat next to Stacey's, Elle smiled as Professor Bastille took his place at the front of the room, nibbling on the end of her pen and tucking her short brown hair behind her ear.&nbsp; She was curious as hell about the note, of course, but she poised her pen over her notebook, ready to take notes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eternally Yours ( Phyrfaerie/Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phyrfaerie</strong> on <strong>23-04-2011, 21:57:07</strong>
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				"Today's lesson is on the tragedy inherent in unrequited love, specifically in the obsession area. "<br><br>(http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l277/phyrfaerie/Tristian.jpg)<br><br>With a toss of his pen to the table, the six foot tall Professor stepped across the small dais in the amphitheater he taught in. Leaning over, he raked his hand threw his shoulder length waves of sandy blond hair, and smiled out into his class of students.&nbsp; " Who can cite examples in the text where obsession is used properly?" He stood up, and the female population in the class made the smallest gesture of appreciation, and it wasnt hard to see why. <br><br>Dressed in low riding skin tight jeans, the lithe body of Tristan Bastille showed off the body of a god. Wearing a skintight black Tshirt, he was unaware of just how his muscled arms were stark contrast&nbsp; against the black of his shirt. All his lines were angular, dark and masculine. An easy enough smile and straight even teeth.&nbsp; His eyes were sharp jade, with flecks of gold that glittered when he was intrigued with something. A beat up looking flannel did nothing to hide the shape of his arms, or the nearly inhuman chizling of his body. He glanced with glittering eyes now, as he passed over those in his room. The students. He saw the interest in obsession take over his class and his lips parted into a smile, the concave cleft of a dimple on his right cheek becoming apparent.<br><br>"Tell me who in classic history has benefitted from obsession or being obsessed." He looked up as a sharp bell rang out, signalling the end of the time frame for class. " Bring it next class. " He waved them off, and watched them stand, smile and wave to him, or just leave the room. The milling students swirled a bit, then emptied out of the room, bringing him time to focus his attention on her. <br><br>Elle. She looked amazing, taking notes on the class. Tristan's eyes dialated slightly, his nose flared out, inhaling her scent, tasting her skin in his mind. Imprinting her smell against his mental eyes, he let his eyes blink slowly, taking the mental picture a step or two further before looking at her with renewed interest. " Its a smart class, this time around. Ill be interested in seeing what answers are provided." He cut jaded eyes at her and lowered his voice, letting it rest into a husky tone. " Do you have an answer, Elle?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eternally Yours ( Phyrfaerie/Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>29-04-2011, 16:01:40</strong>
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				As Professor Bastille started teaching, Elle's lips curved up into an amused little smile.&nbsp; He had such a reputation with the female students who took his classes.&nbsp; Everyone's favorite crush.&nbsp; He moved around, and there was a collective sigh from the girls in the class, it seemed.&nbsp; Even Elle wasn't immune to a tiny bit of attraction; how could she not think of him at all?&nbsp; He was sexy, and that was just a fact.<br><br>When it had been time for him to choose which students would write dissertations for him this school year, he'd gotten an overwhelming number of applicants, as he always did.&nbsp; People were drawn to his charm, and his reputation was that he was kind, easy to work with, and gave incredible letters of recommendation to future employers and grad schools.&nbsp; The major "hot" factor?&nbsp; It was the icing on the cake.&nbsp; The man was eye candy, plain and simple.<br><br>He was discerning, only picking five students per year.&nbsp; When he'd chosen her from over two hundred applicants, and Elle had been delighted.&nbsp; And now that she knew him, a month into classes, they'd fallen into a comfortable teacher-student relationship.&nbsp; He treated her well, with respect.&nbsp; When they were in his office working, he even let her call him Tristan rather than Professor.&nbsp; Although it had only been a month and he'd only met with her during his office hours a few times, he was so open and easy to talk to that they'd already fallen into an easy camaraderie. <br><br>She listened to his lecture on obsession in literature, but she did not participate.&nbsp; The girls liked showing off for Tristan, and Elle didn't take part in that.&nbsp; Let them have their moment in the spotlight.&nbsp; She got plenty of time to interact with him when she made an appointment with him during his office hours, which were in the evenings.&nbsp; As the discussion delved into favorites from high school like <em>The Great Gatsby</em> and <em>Macbeth</em>, she jotted down notes, trying not to think about her own current obsession.&nbsp; Who had thought it was cute to put that note on her desk?&nbsp; She was the kind of girl who was everyone's best friend, but she didn't exactly inspire mad passion in anyone.&nbsp; That wasn't what she was about.&nbsp; She wanted to have fun in college, just enjoy the journey.&nbsp; So, with complete certainly, she knew it was a joke.&nbsp; And since it wasn't from Stacey, she was stumped.<br><br>As class ended and everyone started leaving, she turned to Stacey.&nbsp; "I'll see you in a couple of hours.&nbsp; Find out about the note, okay?" she asked, smiling at her roommate.<br><br>Stacey smirked at her.&nbsp; "You're going to spend time alone with <em>him,</em> and you're worried about some anonymous note?&nbsp; You should totally hit on him, Elle."<br><br>Elle laughed softly, shaking her head.&nbsp; "You're crazy," she said.&nbsp; "I'm not hitting on Professor Bastille.&nbsp; I'm not like the rest of you.&nbsp; Besides," she teased, "aren't you the one who's always telling me not to date everyone in sight?"&nbsp; Her eyes still sparking with merriment, she added, "Just make some calls, okay?&nbsp; Find out about the note.&nbsp; It was sweet.&nbsp; Whoever wrote it deserves props for that, at least."<br><br>She turned to Tristan and walked to him after saying goodbye to several other students, friends of hers, her backpack slung over her shoulder.&nbsp; "You're right," she said playfully when he spoke.&nbsp; "This is the best group of students you've ever had.&nbsp; How could it not be, since I'm part of it?"&nbsp; She laughed as the last of the students left the room and then started walking to the Faculty building with her teacher.&nbsp; "Examples of obsession in history?&nbsp; We're riddled with them, Professor."&nbsp; She would never presume to call him Tristan outside of his office.&nbsp; Not only was it presumptuous as assuming, it was against university policy.&nbsp; "The gold rush.&nbsp; There were people who lost everything, but for those who were obsessed and prevailed?&nbsp; They found great success."<br><br>Shrugging, she looked at him.&nbsp; "Really, with every success, there's at least a degree of obsession, isn't there?&nbsp; Bill Gates and Walt Disney, they had to have been very devoted to their crafts to find the success they did."&nbsp; They arrived at his office, and she waited for him to unlock the door before stepping through it, dropping her backpack against the wall.&nbsp; "Every friendship that lasts fifty years, every love story.&nbsp; Tristan, they all involve obsession."<br><br>Turning to face him, Elle smiled.&nbsp; "I suppose you want more concrete examples for the paper you want us to write," she said, chuckling wryly.&nbsp; "Thanks for your time this evening.&nbsp; I know you're busy, and you have several of us writing for you this year."&nbsp; She was having difficulty narrowing down what aspect of morals and ethics she wanted to write her college thesis about, and he had set a due date for the base outline for only three weeks away.&nbsp; The other four students he saw had started, but she still felt a little lost.&nbsp; She had a feeling she'd be seeing him more during the next couple of weeks.&nbsp; "I'm still having some difficulty deciding where I want my focus to be for this paper.&nbsp; Ethics in the workplace or in government... those would be easy to write about.&nbsp; But honestly, I want something more exciting.&nbsp; I was thinking maybe morals and ethics within non-traditional families.&nbsp; How religion and societal expectations play into it.&nbsp; Too racy a subject for this?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eternally Yours ( Phyrfaerie/Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phyrfaerie</strong> on <strong>29-04-2011, 21:19:25</strong>
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				A velum envelope is sitting on Elle's desk, this time off to the side, a scrap of pure cream dried into what looked to be old fashioned handmade paper. The handwriting read simply, " Elle". Inside, the same parchment, with simple type, read:<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><br><div align="center">My Love Obsession<br><br>Author: Michael Bankole Joseph <br><br>Knitted into every fibre of my being<br>Arousing an intense passionate craving in my flesh<br>Kindleling an insatiable thirst within my soul<br>Igniting a consuming flame of desire upon my heart.<br><br>Let me have you least I faint from this hunger<br>To taste from the sweetness of your lips do I desire<br>And ravish your body like a ferocious wolf upon its prey<br>For I must feast upon your love to live.<br><br>This addiction places me between sanity and madness<br>My obsession for you grows in our seperation<br>No remedy can anesthetize the pain<br>To drink ceaselessly from your heart is my only redemption. </div><br>Again, I fail to find words that speak to you as my heart longs to sing. Please, turn your face to the sun that is my yearning, so that I can scorch your soul with my ardor. Regret rises from the bowels of me, as I cannot make you aware of my sweet torture. Please, taunt me no more, for I am dying in the sea of your eyes. Then, you blink and Im pushed away by the thin barrier of your skin. I crave to feel your warmth. How is it that I am jealous of this paper, for it touches your skin. Soon, I will taste your lips and caress your soul with my own. Until that tender time, I am..<br><br>Eternally Yours.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eternally Yours ( Phyrfaerie/Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>04-05-2011, 17:27:28</strong>
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				Much to Elle's frustration, she and Stacey had been able to discover nothing about the love note.&nbsp; Nobody was admitting anything.&nbsp; After a few days, Elle had stopped carrying it in her backpack and tossed it in the top drawer of her night stand. <br><br>She got to working in earnest on the outline for her thesis; Tristan had approved her choice of topic, much to her surprise.&nbsp; It had been due the past Friday, and tonight, after class, she had an appointment with him to review the outline. <br><br>So, exactly two weeks after she had gotten the first letter, she walked into class and found the next one.&nbsp; "Stacey," she murmured, nodding at it. <br><br>"Oh, another one!&nbsp; Open it," said her best friend excitedly. <br><br>Elle did so, unceremoniously dumping her backpack onto the ground and then, with great care, opening the back of the envelope.&nbsp; Reading through the note, she blushed and handed it to Stacey.&nbsp; "Who is <em>sending</em> these?" she asked, her voice frustrated.&nbsp; <br><br>But they had no time to talk about it; she looked at the clock and sat down, poised to take notes. 
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