Post by Vaan Seraph on Dec 6, 2009 14:20:18 GMT -5
A/N: Well.... it had to happen eventually. I had to write a character story and put it up. Well, there are already several character stories written, but I have to wait to actually put them up. *sigh* Oh well. Anyway, this story has a little backstory... starting with me picking the avatar for Vaan Seraph. And then Faeylinn texting me, I quote, "OMG HES SO SEXEH!!!" And then, well, an RP. And then this really sappy story about the aftermath of said RP. I guess this is as good an announcement as any of what happened - Vaan and Faey are sorta going out. Oh, how sweeeettt.... *GIGGLE*
So, without further adieu....
Love's Confusion: A CR Story[/u][/size]
He lay back on his bed in the stables, thinking about the events of the day, rying to sort out jst what had happened. They'd been racing, that was it, but somehow it had become more than that. They shared a passion for Striders and it had quickly grown beyond common likes to something much more complicated than friendship. And he had no idea how it had happened, especially with the disaster that had accompanied that ride.
He'd bitten her. He'd lost control and bitten her. He felt horrible about it. ANd yet... she still said she trusted him, that she wasn't hurt, that it wasn't his fault. She wasn't any ordinary human, especially a light-dweller. She was pretty, and strong-willed, and...
He had absolutely no clue. No clue how to sort out his feelings. No clue how to approach her or talk to her. No clue what to do about any of this.
"I'm completely screwed," he said to the Striders sleeping in their stalls. None of them were awake, so none of them answered. He stared at the ceiling, realizing that if he fell asleep, his human dreams would be full of her. "What a mess," he mumbled, rolling over.
Milady was not going to be happy with him.
Then again, was she? After all, she didn't seem upset when he'd confessed what he'd done the day before. She'd given him a little lecture abotu remembering to eat when he got hungry and not when he was about to lose control, and turned him loose with a knowing smile. But then, Milady was like that. It was as if she could understand his thoughts as clearly as he could understand those of the Striders he cared for.
He... he liked her. Loved her. There was nothing wrong with that. Vampires and humans were the only way nature allowed... but he was so scared that something would go wrong. And, after all, she was a Hero, summoned from another world, and would have to return there someday, while he was needed by Milady, and had to stay here in Nerezza. Then, of course, there was the age difference. Sure, he was young for his people, but he was already 25, quite a bit older than he seemed. And she would grow up, and grow old, and he would forever be the way he was.
Concerns of every vampire/human pair in history, said the part of him that was ready for this. But... he couldn't force her to stay. That was the only thing that rose up into his mind, the only problem with this, and it was a big problem. Again, he rolled over. Good with bad. He'd said that to her earlier... the good with the bad. But why was it the best things always came with the worst problems?
One of the Striders 'wark'ed in worry at him, woken by the turmoil in his mind. He stood and went over to it, stroking it softly. He'd thought these birds would be the only ones who would ever care about him... too much had happened today. Shaking his head and smiling, he filled his mind with happy thoughts, speaking soothing words to the Strider female who'd woken.
Moonfeather. It was Moonfeather. The Strider that... she... had ridden earlier.
She.
Faeylinn.
Faey.
He shook his head.
The kiss.
Love.
Her.
What was wrong with him? He was thinking in circles. He was messed up and loving every minute of it. He'd do anything for her, be anything she wanted him to be, and the best part was that she didn't want him to be anything but himself. Despite all his worries, he couldn't feel sad - he wanted to dance around his room and shout for the pure joy of living. He felt like he belonged. He felt like he had a purpose, something greater even than running messages for Milady and caring for the Striders and escorting people through the darkness of Nerezza. He felt happy and alive and like everything was going right. He loved every minute of this beautiful, carefree, amazing feeling, and he loved her.
He closed his eyes and brought up her face, perfect in every detail - his memory was stunning, even for one of his kind. The short, blonde hair, those eyes he could fall into and keep falling, straight down to her beautiful heart. Then he looked over at where she lay, and smiled...
So, without further adieu....
Love's Confusion: A CR Story[/u][/size]
He lay back on his bed in the stables, thinking about the events of the day, rying to sort out jst what had happened. They'd been racing, that was it, but somehow it had become more than that. They shared a passion for Striders and it had quickly grown beyond common likes to something much more complicated than friendship. And he had no idea how it had happened, especially with the disaster that had accompanied that ride.
He'd bitten her. He'd lost control and bitten her. He felt horrible about it. ANd yet... she still said she trusted him, that she wasn't hurt, that it wasn't his fault. She wasn't any ordinary human, especially a light-dweller. She was pretty, and strong-willed, and...
He had absolutely no clue. No clue how to sort out his feelings. No clue how to approach her or talk to her. No clue what to do about any of this.
"I'm completely screwed," he said to the Striders sleeping in their stalls. None of them were awake, so none of them answered. He stared at the ceiling, realizing that if he fell asleep, his human dreams would be full of her. "What a mess," he mumbled, rolling over.
Milady was not going to be happy with him.
Then again, was she? After all, she didn't seem upset when he'd confessed what he'd done the day before. She'd given him a little lecture abotu remembering to eat when he got hungry and not when he was about to lose control, and turned him loose with a knowing smile. But then, Milady was like that. It was as if she could understand his thoughts as clearly as he could understand those of the Striders he cared for.
He... he liked her. Loved her. There was nothing wrong with that. Vampires and humans were the only way nature allowed... but he was so scared that something would go wrong. And, after all, she was a Hero, summoned from another world, and would have to return there someday, while he was needed by Milady, and had to stay here in Nerezza. Then, of course, there was the age difference. Sure, he was young for his people, but he was already 25, quite a bit older than he seemed. And she would grow up, and grow old, and he would forever be the way he was.
Concerns of every vampire/human pair in history, said the part of him that was ready for this. But... he couldn't force her to stay. That was the only thing that rose up into his mind, the only problem with this, and it was a big problem. Again, he rolled over. Good with bad. He'd said that to her earlier... the good with the bad. But why was it the best things always came with the worst problems?
One of the Striders 'wark'ed in worry at him, woken by the turmoil in his mind. He stood and went over to it, stroking it softly. He'd thought these birds would be the only ones who would ever care about him... too much had happened today. Shaking his head and smiling, he filled his mind with happy thoughts, speaking soothing words to the Strider female who'd woken.
Moonfeather. It was Moonfeather. The Strider that... she... had ridden earlier.
She.
Faeylinn.
Faey.
He shook his head.
The kiss.
Love.
Her.
What was wrong with him? He was thinking in circles. He was messed up and loving every minute of it. He'd do anything for her, be anything she wanted him to be, and the best part was that she didn't want him to be anything but himself. Despite all his worries, he couldn't feel sad - he wanted to dance around his room and shout for the pure joy of living. He felt like he belonged. He felt like he had a purpose, something greater even than running messages for Milady and caring for the Striders and escorting people through the darkness of Nerezza. He felt happy and alive and like everything was going right. He loved every minute of this beautiful, carefree, amazing feeling, and he loved her.
He closed his eyes and brought up her face, perfect in every detail - his memory was stunning, even for one of his kind. The short, blonde hair, those eyes he could fall into and keep falling, straight down to her beautiful heart. Then he looked over at where she lay, and smiled...
