Making Waves [Sho and Daimon Evros]
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				Title: <strong>Making Waves [Sho and Daimon Evros]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 04:32:02</strong>
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				Fairytales had always appealed to Cecilia. Especially given that she knew fairytales so rarely came true and that she'd probably have to marry a man she'd never met and didn't love, the idea of finding her true love in some fantastic turn of events was appealing. She wanted a man to sweep her off her feet and love her, and give her a person she could love faithfully and truly in turn. A romantic of the highest sort, she'd always been teased by her father, albeit playfully, about the fact that she was too soft and that she'd never make it in the Tudor court. It was true, though, and she knew that her father was scared that she'd end up disgraced because she was too soft to hurt someone socially.<br><br>She was the youngest of five children, all boys except for her, and&nbsp; her father kept her locked up as much as he could. He liked to keep her tied up or chained up in her room, figuratively of course, with poetry or needlepoint, both of which she was highly proficient at. She stole moments in his library to read all the storybooks that he'd amassed over years as a Lord in the Tudor Court under Henry VIII.<br><br>"Lovely," Cecilia murmured, setting her thick storybook aside on her bedside table.<br><br>She had read a story of a young man who surged out of the water in a wave only as the sun sank below the horizon, a man trapped in a great river by an evil witch. His true love had to catch his hand before the wave disappeared in order to free him, and when she did, they both became river spirits and rode to the sea in a wedding processional led by horses made of seafoam. The story made her heart flutter and her jewel-deep eyes soften. She had her mother's eyes, the soft, deep blue, almost navy, fringed by a thick fringe of lacy lashes that brushed high cheekbones in a small, delicate little white face.<br><br>She parted her rosebud lips, cupids bow, pouting slightly. Her hair was dark, thick, amassed of her father's soft waves that on her had turned into loose, romantic curls. A tiny waist was framed by pale blue satin, soft, beautiful breasts framed by a fringe of white lace, the long pleats of her gold-topped and embroidered pale blue skirt falling around tiny golden slippers. Her sleeves were capped in golden lace, long, waist-length curls tied back haphazardly by a single blue silk ribbon that she tugged out impatiently.<br><br>It was only a matter of stealth to escape her father's estate and get onto Renaissance, her large brown stallion, and tear off to the river.<br><br>It was a well-beaten path, and she reached the river just as the sun was setting, sinking below the horizon, painting the huge body of water golden. It was usually grey, and even now the waves were choppy, belying a deadly current that had killed many a weaker man or woman. She was well-trained and knew not to go too far out. She'd drown, and she was fully conscious of the fact that she couldn't swim, but to honor her romantic notions about the fairy tale, she stripped out of her gown, unlacing it from her tiny little waist, undoing the bow around it, taking off the ribbon she wore as a necklace.<br><br>Her pert, soft breasts bared, she shivered. She didn't bother undoing the soft white silk underskirt she wore, leaving the fabric brushing long, slim white legs. When she hit the water it soaked it up, turning sheer, clinging to her. She waded until waist-deep, fingers digging into the bank. It was a few feet of a drop down and she hit the water with a splash and a squeak. The current was strong, and she held onto the rocks, realizing that perhaps it was a bit more dangerous than she'd initially thought. Still, she was determined to enjoy it, and the stars gave everything a silvery light.<br><br>She looked like a nymph, suspended in the water, struggling slightly against the current and a bit nervous as to how she'd get back out without a friend's help, paddling about along the edge, from rock to rock, never straying too far from her valuable dress or beloved stallion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Making Waves [Sho and Daimon Evros]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 05:16:53</strong>
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				The water was cool, and his body was more so, iced chill that seemed from the northern reaches. Times came when it was warm, when he fed, he looked far more live. But right now he was far from warm, far from living. Blue eyes watched the woman as she braved the currents of the river. He was intrigued, by this woman and her naked form within the waters embrace. Sheer fabric held her thighs and womanhood from full embrace of the water. But those pert breasts seemed to dance upon the waters surface held the eyes of this predator. <br><br>Jebus Agustus, the name this man went by, even held the title of count in his majesties court. Sunlight was rarely a time he would be seen, it was draining on him. But this night he would be there for a nice relaxing get away. Upon a fallen log not far away lay his coat and shirt, boots aswell. His form was pale, those eyes that traced her form light blue, like robins eggs. His form built from years of training in the arts of swordplay. No breath came, for he did not need to do so, his lungs long uneeding of oxygen.&nbsp; Long white hair hit upon his shoulders, some of the strands floating upon the surface. <br><br>Eyes would watch her criously, what was she doing here, and why did he seem to feel a connection. His form moved along the current, then to the bottom, as he walked over to her area. The water high over his form until he reached her area. Eyes shone through the water brightly as he looked up at her from below. Soft supple skin was lightly caressed by his hand, as it glided over her legs. Before the water before her seemed to pipple. <br><br>Slowl his form rose from the water, white hair flowing away from his face, defined in the way nobility was. His lips light and a soft shade, held a smile. And those peircing blues would take her in, tracing her every feature. Softly he would speak, tone a soft tenor. " Greetings."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Making Waves [Sho and Daimon Evros]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 22:31:20</strong>
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				Cecilia shivered slightly, wrapping her arms around herself, looking up. She doubted anything was actually going to happen, but it was worth wishing. She'd done this many times before. Nothing had ever happened before and she was definitely doubting that it would happen today. She ran her fingers back through her hair, wetting the soft curls, licking her lips briefly. She had no idea that a vampire was creeping through the water behind her, and she let out a soft sound,t hen began humming to herself, smiling, content. She twirled in the water, sending the silky fabric swishing around her ankles, then settled back on a roc.<br><br>Then she saw him.<br><br>He rose out of the water, and at first her mind rejoiced, convinced her fairytale had come true.<br><br>Then, feeling suddenly very faint, she realized that a man was before her and she was mostly bare, and he had come up from the water, not breathing. The world tilted and swayed dangerously, and she nearly lost her unsteady grip on concsiousness, slipping from the rock to the water, collapsing into it up to her neck, arms wrapped around her. <br><br>"W-What are you?"<br><br>She asked quietly, shivering, her hair now soaked up to her ears. <br><br>Her deep blue eyes gleamed, brimming with tears, terrified. She was scared she'd be dragged down, drowned, and destroyed. That she'd never see her own world agian. How could something have come up from the water like that? Without even breathing? This was the real world, afterall, not a fairytale.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Making Waves [Sho and Daimon Evros]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>29-11-2009, 03:42:43</strong>
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				Jebus watched her, and was enraptured by her lithe form and beauty. Her breasts so very perky, and those nipples standing from the cool water, to even her mound he had seen covered by her skirts. It was so inviting he had wanted to feel it, taste it. His powerful arms would move, and his strong hands caught her, thinking she would fall from consciousness. <br><br>He did not want her hurt, interesting his cold heart warmed to this soul. Like nothing before. He had fed on beauty, but her....<br><br>" What am I? Well I suppose you can say I am time itself, eternal as the sands that flow through the hourglass. Who am I? I am Jebus Agustus, Count of His Majesties Court, and Lord of Vespia."<br><br>He softly held her, so the current would not shift her, but there was no hostilities, as one hand whiped away her tears. " Do not fear, Dear one. I am not here to harm you. But insitead to meet you. I have seen you from afar. And always too, shy, to approach. Dear Cecilia."<br><br>Words came in a soft tone, as if the whisper of the wind. And truth would flow in them, for long has he desired this Lady. His Lady. He pulled her close to his form, but enough out of the water as they both rose. He held her ontop of the water, her naked form there.
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