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Post by The Smith on Jun 16, 2008 22:31:40 GMT -5
Timm stepped back and stared at her hard, "Are you mad?"
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Post by brigida on Jun 16, 2008 22:34:24 GMT -5
"I suppose that depends who you ask..."Tristeza muttered, with what could pass for a wry smile, as she reached out for his hand. "Come," she muttered quietly, and lead him into the library several shelf-lengths to a table they had occupied jointly some thirteen months prior.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 16, 2008 22:36:35 GMT -5
Timm is focused on her as they walk, "A moment ago you are ready to tear my head off, and now... well now you are proposing something completely different."
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Post by brigida on Jun 16, 2008 22:41:24 GMT -5
Tristeza cleared her throaght and closed her eyes tightly for a moment, concentrating. When she opened them, she had a different look about her; she was somehow softer. "It is...endearing to know how much you care for our child." she said, "I think it is wonderful."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 16, 2008 22:43:34 GMT -5
Timm looked around the library and slowly a smile formed on his face. "You should come with me tomorrow. We can all play together. She can build so well." He places his hands on her hips and smiled.
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Post by brigida on Jun 16, 2008 22:45:04 GMT -5
"If the day brings no surprises," she promised, and pressed her lips against his once more, leaning against him until he was resting against the broad wooden table.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 16, 2008 22:46:34 GMT -5
Timm laughed and kissed her back. His hands began to slowly stroke her back. "I love her Tristeza. And I love you."
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Post by brigida on Jun 16, 2008 22:51:41 GMT -5
"M'hm," she muttered, her eyes closed as she kissed him, her fingers dug hard into his clothing. Her left hand brushed briefly against her own hip, before she moved it to his back, moving her lips to his neck. Tears were falling again, but the moisture of their lips disguised them well, and she saw his eyes were closed.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 16, 2008 22:53:57 GMT -5
Picking her up he slid her onto the table like he had all those months ago, and began to slider her dress up her long legs. He smiled and kissed her neck again and again.
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Post by brigida on Jun 16, 2008 22:56:29 GMT -5
"Timm..." she muttered, her arms tight around his neck, clinging to him, as she maneuvered herself into the position he had occupied only moments before. As she pulled away far enough to see his eyes, her face was still moist with sorrow.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 16, 2008 22:58:53 GMT -5
Timm kissed her and smiled still, "Yes?" He bunches her dress around her waist and rests his hands on her legs.
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Post by brigida on Jun 16, 2008 23:09:42 GMT -5
"I love you too..."
The fingers on her right hands braided through his thick hair, tenderly, but there was anguish in her gentle touch; her voice was defiant as the words came only when forced through a tight throaght; they had the sound of tremendous pain to them, of sorrow, and of loss, "and I am so, so sorry..."
Even as the last word crossed her lips, while his eyes narrowed in confusion, her left hand was already half-way across his throaght, obsidian dagger biting mercilessly through his unprotected skin. The blood gurgled as it hit the air, and as the single violent stroke concluded, Tristeza could hold the sobs in no longer, and she collapsed ontop of him, apparently unaware of the blood that soaked her dress--they both fell to the floor, as he struggled futilly.
"I love you. I'm sorry." she said, shaking violently. She repeated these phrases again and again, shuddering uncontrollably, sobbing, tears pouring from her eyes. "I'm sorry. I love you." She clung to his body, unwilling to let go, unwilling to say good-bye. She held his hands firmly against the ground, her heart aching as she gazed into his tragic eyes. She kept him from rising.
The only man who ever stayed--the only constant--the only lover for love's sake.
"It was for the child." she wept, "the child would have been killed," the princess pleaded, "Forgive me...I love you. I'm sorry. Please, forgive me."
She clung to him for hours, weeping, unwilling to go, to understand the reality. Eventually, her body could cope with the stress no longer, and she fell whimpering into unconsciousness, still pleading for forgiveness, and swearing love to a man who could no longer hear her vows.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 16, 2008 23:30:49 GMT -5
Timm falls back pushing her back onto the table not before she is drenched in red sprays. His hand goes to his throat and he feels blood pumping out of his neck. Stumbling in his blood. He falls as he tries to draw his sword. His glassy eyes stare up at her.
Timm tries to rise but Tristeza jumps on him, her weight carrying them to the ground. Timm kicks weakly underneath her, blood gurgling up his throat in large bubbles. He weakly says her name, but she only hears bloody coughs.
He weakly tries to raise his sword from the ground, but she reaches out and places her hand on it. He can not lift her even an inch and stares up at her sadly. A question on his face, one he will never ask. Timm Vikary dies.
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Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5
Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5