Character: Feira Of Archeron. Page 1

- Nesta is different from most people, - I said. - She shows himself cruel and wicked, but I think it's just a way to isolate themselves from the rest. It is a shield, similar to what is in the mind of Rice.
- To protect from what?
- From the senses. I think Nesta is feeling all that he sees - and he sees too much. And often burned about it. That invisible wall protects it from shocks, excessive worry over everything.

I love you, - I repeated. I didn't dare to utter these words in my head. And once again, I would suffer every second of what happened, in order to find you. And if war breaks out, we'll meet her. Together. I will not allow anyone to take me from you. And won't let anyone take you from me.

I ask myself, maybe some part of me knew then what lies ahead of me. I'll never be a cute gardener or someone who burns like fire but become calm and enduring, and multifaceted as the night itself. I'll be beautiful for those who know where to look, but if no one wants to look at me and just become afraid of... well, I will not care. I ask myself, what if with all its despair and hopelessness, I was never truly alone. What if I was always looking for this place... was looking for you all.

Did you think that I go with him?
He stopped chewing and lowered his fork.
- I heard every word and knew that you will be able to take care of myself, but still... he came back to the cake, swallowing a mouthful before continuing. - But all the same I decided in that moment that if you take his hand I'll find a way to live with it. It will be your choice.
I took a SIP of wine.
What if he grabbed me?
In his eyes left nothing but unyielding will.
- Then I would have destroyed the whole world, to bring you back.

I love it when you stare at me, ' he said softly.
The purr of his voice made my blood boil.
- How exactly?
- Like my power is not something you need to run without looking back. Like you see the real me.

Death the girl you knew, died Under the Mountain. I'm not going to spend immortality in a pet of the Supreme Lord.

When you spend so much time locked in the darkness, Lucien, the darkness begins to stare in response.

- You surrendered - I exhaled.
I felt that even the Rice stood by my words.
Is you gave up on me, I said a little louder. - You were my friend. And you chose him - to obey him, even when he saw that his orders and rules do to me. Even when you saw me wasting away day by day.

- Don't try to find me again, ' I said with the same stiffness.
He'll never stop looking for you; never cease until you return home.

Why?
- Why anything remains faithful to something? Perhaps they love the place where they go so much that it's worth it. Perhaps they will continue to appear until then, until there is only one star. Perhaps the most famous path will take all of eternity, in the hope that someday, if she'll keep coming back quite often - another star will meet her again.

"There was a time when all I wanted was enough money to my family and I were well fed, and I could spend time drawing. That's all I needed. Nothing more."
Pause. He then wrote:
"And now?"
"Now," I replied, "I don't know what I want. I can't draw"
"Why?"
"Because that part of me is empty".

"For the desires that are fulfilled."
A moment later a sensual, gentle touch along my shields - a polite request. I let them fall, let him come in, and his voice filled my head. "For hunters who remember and help those less fortunate. And water ghosts that swim very, very fast."

For people that are looking at the stars and dream, Fig.
He raised his glass, and his gaze was so piercing that I wondered why all worked blush to Tarquinia.
Figure clinked glasses with mine.
The stars that take heed and dreams that come true.

- He locked you up, because I knew that the bastard knew what you treasure. You're worth more than all the earth gold and jewels. He knew and wanted you all to it.
The words struck me, and at the same time calmed a tattered piece of my soul.
He loved... Loves me, Resend.
- The problem is not that he loved you and how much. Too much. Love is poison.