Resident's Chambers

~The Dark Lord stood over the slumbering Fayte his link to the Empress slowly fading with her last request...it was then that he felt the alerts from the ever flowing stream of information. While he was already aware of the empending battle between his sons...he could not always easily predict the many outcomes such a squirmish could entail. As Daemon chose his newly redirected path Roan had a split second to fully release the magics set within the dungeons...this would not only keep Daemon from harming himself...but also keep his grand child from an inability to protect not only herself but the one she loved. He would also dispatch the shadow image of himself that had remained as a guardian just outside the cell. There was another matter that required an...appearance...no matter how brief and with a thought he sent it toward the Imperial Council Chambers...

Roan's mind would then reach out...searching for his daughter. He had purposfully remained as far from those events involving her as he knew exactly how he would respond. As he saw Christian begin to speed her away a held breath was slowly released...the only outward sign of his deep concern. She would truly be the death of him if she did not release this...obsession...

So caught up in the unfolding events...Roan did not immediatly realize that Fayte had begun to rouse. It was the whispered call of his name...coupled with the feather light touch to his hip that caused lids to rise and his head to turn. A slow smile began to tease the corners of his mouth as he uncrossed his arms...giving in to the pull upon his belt. His knee would find the bed first...supporting his weight before his hands moved to either side of the pillow she now rested her head upon. Carefully he lowered his weight next to her remaining at her side rather then above...milky orbs held her gaze as he quietly wrapped his arms around her drawing her in close.

Thick digits began stroking through her hair...the nails running along the scalp...the arm that lay beneith her..holding her to him...shifted and finger tips began a slow slide along the length of her spine. There was much to do...much she had to see before Darren came to take her back to his newly found master. All this he knew though he was loath to release her at this moment.

His head would turn..lowering to inhale the scent of her hair before placing a gentle kiss upon her shoulder. Reluctantly he would pull back to again look upon her face...his mind would open partially to her...allowing her to see that she had been released...under the condition that she remain under his attentions. He would also show her that there were things she needed to witness...it was however clear...that for now...all else would wait...~

Fayte was not surprised how little pressure it took to pull Roan down beside her and in a way she was relieved that he desired her she for him. The will of Lac was set aside...nay it was completely put from her mind as if it did not even exist. For this moment belonged to her and Roan. Her actions would not pertain by influence through the Demon Lord at least not now...not this moment. Full lush lips curved upwards matching his own smile as he came to her. She repeated his name rolling it against her tongue as if tasting the sweet sound it created. Golden hues gazed so deeply within his own allowing him a moments observation of the awe and wonder she felt at no more then his nearness. Lungs expanded as she inhaled the fragrance of his own silvery locks as they fanned across the smoothness of her features.

Lying there within the circle of Roan's arms she could almost imagine she lived within a world where she had not betrayed those she loved, and gone to Lac. Where she would be accepted and loved and not shunned and hated by one who mattered most...her mother. Shaking her head to rid herself of these foolish thoughts. She was naive indeed to think otherwise...she had made her bed now she would have to lie in it.

Fayte drew her slight frame closer to his...to his solid comforting warmth. For long moments she did naught but rest her cheek upon his shoulder staring within the depths of those swirling milky orbs. She would see the images flicker within his mind as he allowed her witness the happenings of that day. Silently she thanked him for speaking to Amelee on her behalf and a part of her wallowed in grief. The Empress would never forgive her and the testimony she witnessed through Roan's eyes only assured that fact. Although, she had no argument, for the agreement was that she remain under the deity's ever watchful gaze and that worked only to give her a strong sense of relief.

A shiver coursed through her as his lips brushed warmly against her shoulder, every nerve stirred into life by that touch alone. She shifted against him lifting herself to set her forearm against his chest and her rest head upon it. "If this is but a dream...please don't ever wake me." she whispered her tone low and husky locked within the desire she felt. Her hand slid slowly up a leather encased thigh and higher still over the well muscled planes of his abdomen. Nails grazed teasingly against his heated skin. She explored the mysteries of his flesh, basking in the feel of him against her. Long moments passed...whether they were but hours or days she knew naught nor did she care.

Fayte was satisfied only when every contour, every roll of muscle, the feel of his flesh, the beat of his heart as it thrummed against her palm was branded within the depths of her mind. She memorized every part of him. He was here...he was real...no longer a figment of her imagination or a dream that called to her from the darkness. She rose up resting her chest against his. Cool palms cupped against his features her thumbs skimming against high cheek bones. Her gaze lingered upon his own before heavy lids lowered over their golden depths. "I pray my lord that you might spare me but a moment before we must leave this place." Heavy russet locks fell to curtain around them as she lowered her lips to his. No simple brush of a kiss was this for nothing so small would work to satisfy the feelings running so rampant within her now.


~Roan lay upon the bed so near to her warmth…they had shared many a moment like this within their mind but never had they been allowed to physically share with each other…until now. As she shifted so did he…moving onto his back that she may more easily lay upon his chest. The hand at her back moved downward supporting her as he rolled while the other simply awaited her to settle before the tips of his fingers would glide over the flesh of her arm.

The portion of his mind she was allowed to see remained open as she worked through the memories…concluding what she must for now…accepting what she could. While he did not speak during their exchange his hands continued to move over her in a comforting caress. Only when she shifted to once more look within the depths of his eyes did he begin to draw a slow close to what he had wished to show her. A gentle smile began to pull the corners of his mouth when she asked that they have a moment to themselves and as her lips began to lower his head would raise meeting her half way.

Lips would part as Roan felt her mouth touch upon his own…the tip of his tongue would snake out tasting the smoothness of her bottom lip. Patiently he would apply pressure coaxing her to receive him…should she allow his tongue would delve within the velvet of her mouth…wrapping itself protectively around her own…teasing it back within his own in a primal dance. A low groan would begin in his throat…vibrating upward to where their mouths collided. The hand upon her back moved downward cupping the rounded curve and urging her nearer to his heating loins…with his free hand…Roan’s fingers would delve within the thickness of her hair weaving its way through and gathering a handful at the base of her neck~


Fayte easily gave in to his masterful coaxing allowing him to take control of their shared kiss. She felt no more an amature at such a play of lips yet when she opened to him it seemed as if instinct took over. Her hands would lower from his features to grip tightly against the wide expanse of his shoulders. She would follow his pull gasping at the thrill of excitement that shot up her spine as his hands cupped the softly rounded curve just below the small of her back. Canting her head slightly Fayte deepened the kiss. Just as she had earlier explored the mass of his tall frame, she moved to explore the mysteries of his mouth. Moist tongue tipped out leisurely running along the length of his bottom lip before taking it's fullness between her teeth and sucking gently before releasing. She immediately sought his lips once more, her own parted readily too eager for the warmth of him...the sweet taste. This experience was intoxicating, so much that she absolutely loathed for it to end. A breath of a sigh escaped as Roan pulled her yet closer sliding her length against his hardened frame. Her arms snaked around his neck to cradle against the back of his crown.

Fayte was startled for mere heartbeats as she realized the harsh breaths echoing within the room's solid walls were her own. Her surprise was quickly laid aside, for now this moment was theirs..and there was nothing at all to be ashamed of. The shapely length of her leg slid languidly up over his own before coming to rest draped across his hips. The heat of him began to drive her mad with desire. Breaking the kiss she brought her lips to run the length of a masculine jaw line. She nipped and pinched his flesh with her teeth then swirled her tongue over to ease the sting. His hands made their way to the nape of her neck gathering handfuls of russet locks. Shivering in anticipation the lushness of her lips grazed against the shell of his ear. "Roan...."she moaned low in a cat like purr before lowering to nuzzle against his lobe.


~When the kiss was broken Roan tilted his head allowing her to have her way with his neck…his own breathing began to deepen as yet another groan fell from his lips. When she reached his ear…his name so seductively moaned against the lobe…he would tighten his grip upon her hair slowly pulling back forcing her head to move as he wished. Fayte’s throat would then be exposed…Roan’s lips found the curve…where her shoulder found the neck and began there…placing light teasing kisses along her collar. The hand that had pulled her forward now gripped the firmness of her ass pulling downward even as his own hips pushed up.~

Fayte…this is not a dream…this can be your…reality…

~His words were a whispered strength against the base of her throat…the heat of his breath began to wash over her flesh as his mouth receded leaving only the tip of his tongue to trace over her pulse. Lids had lowered to half mast until the moment he felt her pulse quicken. In that instant Roan’s mouth opened wide his teeth clamping down over her throat in possession…a growling moan vibrating over her vulnerability.~

Taking in a deep breath Roan began to pull his mouth back…his teeth grazing along the length of her throat still maintaining the pressure of his bite. Reluctantly he lowered fully to his back loosening his hold on her hair that she may look within his eyes again.~

Though I do not wish it…this stolen moment must draw to a close. There are those arriving you must meet…as well as an event you need bare witness to…


Fayte's head fell back against her shoulders as Roan's teeth clamped against her throat. A sign of pure animalistic dominance yet she could not surrender...not yet...not like this. Her breath was harsh almost coming in gasps as she attempted to get her head straight. Shock overwhelmed her heated desire as she realized how close she came to utterly giving in. Slight ashamed of her wanton actions she slid her leg down from around his waist. Roan not only knew why she was here, he knew exactly who sent her and what she was meant to do. Did he now think this was ploy to trick him in to giving her his secrets?

With a deep sigh of frustration as her pleasure slowly waned she pulled away from him. At about the same time he released her and lowered himself back into the pillows. Swirling milky orbs met and held golden honeyed hues for long moments. Already as she pulled back she felt bereft of his presence and warmth. Taped digits reached out to brush against the line of his jaw before dropping back down. Her thoughts went back to his earlier words and she nodded silently to herself. Roan was right...this could be her reality...if she so wished it and she did wish it, yet unfortunately no matter how hard she wished...her will was still not her own. For now she belonged to two men, one who wanted to use her for his own wicked purposes...and the other who wanted to cherish her and help her right all the wrongs she had done far in the past.

Brining her thoughts back to the fore she slid back and off the massive bed and stood beside the mattress awaiting him. "You are right if what you've shown me is true...there is much to do before my uncle comes calling." Her words were flat...her tone sullen. Eyes downcast Fayte turned from him and moved towards the open balcony. The breeze was chill yet fresh and fragrant, taking deep droughts of air worked to calm her raging emotions. She moved out further past billowing silk curtains coming to stand against the gilt railing.

Golden hues wandered languidly over the grounds but her mind was elsewhere, using a blend of psionics she picked over the lands of Eternal as if from an high aerial view. She noticed many things people coming and going, two massive beasts fighting within a secluded garden. Her mother resided at this moment within the council chambers but the effort to "see" was to much and she quickly withdrew. Two ladies sat within the public gardens as they chatted away. A small frown marred her brow attempting a closer inspection. "Thea!?" When did she manage to return to Eternal? A smile crossed her lips at her thought. Of course her cousin was here both Dante and Rivanna called these lands their home after all. She always knew the young firefly would grow into a stunning woman after all.

Her vision moved on..earlier while looking upon those travelers coming upon the castle she had noticed a lone traveler. She was drawn back to him again and again. During the fourth time, the moment her mind's gaze touched upon him the familiarities blazed to life in her memories. Oh by the very gods! Kronos too?! "Father..." Her vocal whisper was followed by a powerful mental call. Not remembering the once familiar patterns of his mind her telepathic call would be able to be heard by any strong enough telepath within the Empire itself. What is he doing here? She thought frantically in fear and excitement to herself before turning back to Roan and moving back to him and into his arms. "I must go to him...before I am forced to return to Lac..."

His ears perked at the sound of a very loved voice... Now what the blood clot did she not do this time? Heh... he should've known better.... wherever there was trouble, he was sure to find his bountiful Maggie... Hands upon his hips, blackened nails tapped on his thick leather belt as he simply waited for her to near... And she better be goddamn near! Cause you know! If he had to wait another freaking minute... he was gonna get her himself, grab her dual toned locks, put her over his lap and spank her til she screamed bloody murder! Psst... by the way... just in case... someone wanted to know... she's dual toned in between her sweet thighs too. *winks*

He was still glaring no matter his liscentious thoughts about his love slave... or was it the other way around? Didn't matter... he was pretty sure the feeling was quite mutual... OH? COMING WITHOUT HIM IS SHE? Yeah? Well, he'll show her what it was to come when he wanted her to and when he said so! He was about to pivot on his booted heels to go as he licked his bottom lip and get her when he felt a dolt ram right into his back... Since he was a tad off balance from trying to turn he almost became most intimate with the stoned wall, fortunately his hands stopped him just in the nick of time before lips and tongue found their way against it... Oooooooo now he was even madder than before! You know? Madder, maddest, maddest most! Oh yeah... he looked over his shoulder with a deathly basilisk gaze right into medusa's hellish ones. His lithe muscular frame was tense as his hands clenched... Like a predator he turned ever so slowly... Boots thumping as he raised his knees to do so... A tribune to his ever blackened mood... Then with a smooth agility he bent over Maggie as his cold eyes never left hers. His voice was a harsh whisper as jealousy over took his whole being and he said, "And what... is my dear wife... doing sniffing... over in my brother's underwear drawer? Hmmm?" He raised a slashed brow...

As she rose, he allowed her to do... straightening his own back as she did so... He wasn't going to answer her other mundane questions... just yet... Fuck it... Deamon can take care of himself... Right now.... though he liked the salicious way she was looking at him.... he also wanted to throttle her... it took effort to keep his arms right at his side instead of rushing right at her and doing what he ever he wished...

You know.. Your not supposed to tell everyone what is between my thighs!! -typist slaps Maggie back where she's supposed to be- Bitch knock it off! I'm going I"m going! geesh.. Clears throat.....


Uh oh... looks like she had done it now hadn't she? Raised his delectable beast to fever pitch! Whoohoo!! How she loved him when he got all snarly and foaming at the mouth!! It promised to be fun, because they were the most fun couple ever known! Wait you didn't know that? Well now ya do so listen closely you hear? Good now that she's got your attention she was being stood over by a glowering Rikerbeastie and she looked up at him with those hellacious depths and blinked coyly at him, even going so far as to start smirking, which turned into a devil's smile and a clearly triumphant gleam to her gaze. " Now beastie.. I would never stick my nose in your brother's underwear drawer.. It was a metaphor... Though you are so darling when you are jealous! "

Knowing just how much effort he was exuding in not picking her up and throwing her over his knee to slap her pert little bottom till it jumped and writhed to meet each of his smacking blows. because she knew he rather loved it when she gave him a show wile being paddled like a naughty child.. and damn it! She was being naughty after all!! Still the fires were blazing in his icy depths, and she slowly got up off the floor and reached out to frame his stern looking face in her hands. Even giving him the most salacious expression that she could possibly ever give to anyone, but it was only ever reserved just for him and him alone. " Now are you done throwing a temper tantrum my drama love queen? Or am I going to have take that thick belt of yours off and show you just how to wield it? Hmm? " Oh she already knew he could wield it perfectly! And the thought of it's snapping against flesh had her hips shifting side to side.

" Now come tell your dolly what has you so upset? And then I'll maim whomever it is, and we'll kiss and make it all better yes? " but already she was stepping in closer to him so that a faint brushing could be felt against his pectorals and torso, slipping up onto her toes to nips at his chin. Oh what a devious bitch she was! but that is why he loved her oh so very very much!!!

~He felt her response but it was her withdrawl that was far more keenly noted...as she moved to the balcony the Dark Lord would pull himself up against the headboard...proping up for better observation. While she scanned the grounds his own mind began to check the ever flowing stream taking note as to those who had recently arrived...as well as those who made their way to the grounds themselves...

Darren's empending arrival left little time but he would indulge her in this one visit none the less...it was after all on their way to the edge of the lands and it very well may be her best oportunity to see the man she called father.

Lengthy legs swung out over the beds edge as Roan began to rise. By the time she drew near he was once more standing before her...his hand quietly extended in invitation to take her within the depths of the shadowed plane. Should she accept the offernace...lengthy tendrils of shadow would begin swirling upward melding them to their depths~

The sudden collapse of the bed sent Avinwyn rolling over the floor. With cat like grace she found her footing her body preparing itself for an instant change. Instinct demanded a cursory sweep of the surroundings and what she found was their escort being attacked. Within seconds Avinwyn was rushing back to the bed seeking out the sacrad one's form praying inwardly that somehow she had roused. It was of course folly to believe one such as Lien Tao could fall under the same rules as others residing in this dwelling however it was held non the less.

Not bothering to run around the decimated furniture Avinwyn would vault onto the bed having caught sight of an appendage in an awkward repose. Languidly she jumped landing just to the side of where the Sacred Lady had fallen.

She lay sprawled upon the floor lost within the entrapment of whatever force held her. The entire exchange had taken seconds to complete and as Avinwyn looked back to the skirmish she saw the two smash through the ceiling. It was imperative that she find a place of safety one that she could hold some level of security until the Lady woke. The question however was where?

Avinwyn was in a strange land. She had no way of knowing who she could trust or even where true safety would lie. Carefully she gathered Lien Tao into her arms fluidly coming to her feet. A single glance outside told her that the fight had somehow found its way to the grounds and castle stones began falling like rain. This left only a single option.

Attuning her awareness to its limits Avinwyn made a straight path to the open door. Using animalistic alerts she judged the area just outside the door finding it to be deserted for now. Stealthily she slipped into the darkened recesses making her way into the unknown with the Lady Tao cradled protectively in her arms.

It was a lot to take, it was a lot to ask for... And yet... still... as she turned over in her bed, just on the brink of being awake or staying asleep, her lashes fluttered opened just a slit for a moment before it closed. But it was too late, and she could not stay in bed forever, her mind was awake... and she was already thinking... And then that was when she remembered Leo... Suddenly her eyes popped opened and she sat right up in bed... She looked around the dimness of her room, but could see it was daylight as the sun rays filtered through the heavy curtains. It was still and silent around here... How did she get into bed? And yet even as she wondered those things, she was already moving quietly... Getting ready... Leo... She just had to get to him... As she approached her wardrobe, she caught sight of herself in the looking glass and a scream almost escaped her throat... One... she didn't know who it was and two... it took her a moment to realize it was herself... And as if in a thrall, she approached and had her slim elegant fingers rake through her now ebon locks... It wasn't bad... But it wasn't great either... And well... hell's balls! She didn't have time to ponder about if she liked it or not. Hastily, she went through her closet... and discarded in her mind the pale pastel colors. Her fingers lingered over an outfit her grandm.... uh... Riva got her... Oh what the hell? She never had the courage to wear it.... and why she should now... she didn't know... But she wanted to. So before she could chicken out, she put on the slim leather pants and the tight fitted vest... Slim matching black boots... and then threw on a floor length crimson red cloak. She pulled the hood up, hiding her features in the shadows... A peek as she rounded each room, and saw that her da was asleep in the living room.... She was tempted to leave a note... But decided against it for now. If he was looking for her, she could be reached within the psychic thread. Very carefully, she slipped out and started to make her way quickly towards where she thought he may be... All the way down the stairs... In the meantime, she was worried and very much concerned... Was he ok? Her heart was in her throat and yet mind to mind, she attempted to reach him as she whispered, "Leo?"


He had strained through the long night of change against the shackles that bound him to the floor. His newly furred flesh would tear and bleed only to heal; sometimes over the manacles themselves. The process would repeat itself hundreds of times as he cried out in long low howls baying at the very moon that had brought on the beast. Leo had no mind of his own nor did he truly recognize the unsettling situation he now found himself in. The only thing his mind could and would perceive is Maybelle. She had cried out to him. She had needed him. And Leo had responded. Again his voice would rend the night air tearing through the darkness in a plea for either freedom or the knowledge that she was somehow safe. He continued until at last the blessed sleep induced coma sent by the Dark Lord himself found him. As he slowly slumped at the end of his tether the transformation began to reverse itself. Muscles retracting, bones rebreaking, joints adjusting, skin contracting, and fur shedding away until only the man remained laying in the sticky remains of his own life’s flow. Leo had always been a husky built young man but as the transformation retreated the human form that remained had been altered as well. His height was still the same but his bulk was much more than that of a normal human. Each grouping was defined chiseled as a sculptor would craft a work of art. His skin, while always bronzed, held a redder hue from the internal heat that burned just below the skin. As he lay there nude in this moment of rebirth it was clear, Leo was forever changed. His breathing was deep and the only other sound emitted was that of a menacing growl from the nightmares that haunted him. Hours passed, the sun began to rise, and still he would not be roused until the touch of another’s mind caressed his own. "Maybelle," the gravel of his newly formed vocals rumbled in deep timbers as his eyes fought to open and his head began to rise. "Where are you?"


She didn't have long to wait to hear his response, and as she took the steps one at a time, she didn't realize she was holding her breathe until she heard her name. A glimmer of a smile made her cupid's bow lift at the corners. Within all she could think of was thank the gods... If he can respond... then maybe he wasn't in such a bad shape. All she could see was the terrible gnashes and the wound upon his mangled shoulders. The memory of the scene had come unbidden, awashing the relaxing sanctuary with violence, fear, desperation, rage and blood. She took a deep breath and responded, "I'm trying to find you... So... I'm at the bottom of the steps..." She had stood for a moment, looking left, right and straight ahead.... Was she allowed to be here? Was there anyone else within these chambers... aside from Leo? She hoped not... at least not anyone half demented... Sometimes, she can be spooked easily... using her instincts, she went one way... she did not hurry but just walked purposefully without making too much noise. "Leo... are you ok? I'm coming... Is there anyone around you?" The last thing she wanted... was to get either of them in trouble.


There were many new gifts that accompanied his new talents but at the moment Leo took no notice. All that mattered was that she was here. Not only here but so close he could hear her physical words along with the echo in his mind. Instantly he sprang toward the bars closest to her voice. He would of course come up well short but still pressed the extent of the chains length feeling it bite into the flesh of his wrists, ankles, and throat. "I'm here," he called out his voice many octaves deeper than it had ever been before. He scanned the area quickly when she questioned their privacy, "there is no one else here." Leo couldn't explain how he knew but as he lifted his head to deeply inhaul the room the only scent he found was her's. It too had changed but held the same familiarity that would have sent him into a frenzy. Dark eyes scanned eagerly awaiting the first glimpse he could gather of her approach.


At first... the sound of his voice hadn't registered in her mind... but it was only afterwards that she realized that it sounded deeper than it should be... And of course, she was puzzled... were... did his vocal cords get damaged without her knowledge? or did it rather sound like that because he had screamed it raw? Feeling rather anxious, she followed the familiar and yet not so familiar psychic scent... taking one wrong turn before realizing he was on the other side of the damn wall and had to back track... lord knows she can't pass through walls. She rounded a corner as she said, "Ok... that should make it easier..." The red cloak swirled around her ankles and strangely enough she only had to look down the hall way to know which door it would be. She had been taught to only use her abilities sparingly and as long as there was a need. She didn't feel as if she had to do everything with magic just because she can, for the work and pleasure of doing something without craft made it more satisfying... But this time... not daring to alert anyone if there should be anyone near, she ran the rest of the way through, but upon air. Levitating just a little to cheat instead of trying to tip toe like a galloping horse towards him. She reached the doors and slim hands went up towards the bars, as she poked her head through them to see. She was there with a ready smile, though her brows were a bit furrowed with concern as with her actual voice she said, "Leo.... There you are...." The vision of him, assaulted her, her corn flower blue hues averted um... certain parts of him as she looked eagerly, scanning him for any injuries. One of her hands tried the door and found it locked, as she also attempted to assess if it was only physically locked or magically as well. Her other hand would extend towards the bars, passing through them to reach him. "You're alright...."


He could feel her drawing nearer. He could hear her heart pounding in her chest, smell her blood coursing through her veins, almost taste the salt on her skin, and when his eyes caught the first glimmer he found himself again straining until the blood began to flow. "Maybelle," he twisted his neck as if the action could somehow free him, "are you ok? Did he hurt you?" A part of him was still within the field having saved her from his brother's evil attempts. The other part of his consciousness that actually registered where he was seemed to be dormant for the moment. He reached his hand out as far as the chains would allow attempting to somehow touch her if only for a moment. "Please tell me I was in time." While he could care less if she held full virtue or not the thought that he had somehow failed her threatened to overwhelm him to his very soul. Be it good or ill he had to know if his efforts had spared her that pain.


She continued so stretch her arm, bare limb had reached the extent of what she could and only the barest of touches of finger pads. It was good enough... and yet not really... She refused to let the frustration show and could feel the aura of her grandda surrounding the area. Since it was uncomfortable, after the first touch, she would retract her arm... She left the hood on... merely showing her face, for she wouldn't want to alarm Leo as to why her sunny light locks had turned the color of dark night. Furiously she shook her head, even though her voice took on a cold chill at the mention of Darren as she said, "No... I was not defiled... You were in time... " She closed her eyes for a moment as if to shield the fear behind them at the recollection. Finally she opened them again, her voice sincere as she continued, "I'm fine, Leo... Really... It's you I'm worried about.. I heard you... the..." At that she closed her mouth and didn't continue what it was she had heard. Her heart ached for him... and still... as she looked at his shoulders... she was afraid to ask... Still a whimsical smile lighted upon her pixie features as she made an observation, "Did I get smaller? Or do you look... bigger?" GAH! That wasn't quite what she wanted to say as she felt herself blush... Oh gods... breathe... she can't look... she HAD to NOT look... As she force her eyes to keep them above... chest level... no, no... higher than that... "Hold on a second... ok?" She didn't exactly step away from the door, but her she did lift her head to look at it... The wards her grandda had put was meant to keep people out and of course... Leo within... but... there was always a way... She knew him... If he knew what she was going to do... what she would attempt to do... He just may give her a way in... Her hand brushed against the lock... and along the seams of the door on each side... She didn't need to open the door... just be allowed to get inside... She tilted her head as she pondered over the magics... She could never be absolutely sure... A blood sacrifice? No... he would not allow it... She knew at the moment if she tried to go through now, she would only orb back onto the same side she was on... or maybe even right back into her bedroom... if the magics deemed her fit to be there instead of here... So carefully, she used her mind to give a playful poke of the weaving of power infusing it with care and love. With warmth she whispered in a mixture of an ancient language that was neither elven nor drow, and yet it was a blend of both as she selected a passage from the song of wytch. She took care to let it be known she would take care, and gave it power that if it thought she was in danger to whisk her away to where she belonged. She infused her will upon it, making it stronger, to intervene and wove it as it seen fit. At the last moment... with the slightest of pleadings she wished sincerely and said, "Please..." She would then wait to see if it would work. In the meantime her eyes would lift upon Leo on the other side... "Leo.. what happened to you?"


Dark chocolate orbs fixed on her every move as without thought his person instinctively followed as if at any moment she could be in his arms. Leo memorized every expression taking note her reaction to his brother's deeds. He himself cringed and even reached out as if to brush her cheek. "I'm sorry," he began but felt the words were not nearly enough. Seeing the look allowed little comfort for the knowledge that she had not been harmed in that way. He wanted her to understand that he would love her no less should it have been different. All that mattered was that she stood here now and he could see for himself that she was fine. Leo however could not find those words rather allowed the deep seeded meaning to flow within her mind should she choose to accept. His brows knit as withdrew her touch from him and his heart began to throw itself against the confines of his blood soaked bare chest. Leo tried with all his might to understand what was happening as she stood just outside the bars stroking the length of the doorway with her fingertips. As she uttered the single word he felt a rippling affect within the cell itself one that was strong enough to force him back a single step. "I'm fine. What just happened?"


She had to blink for though she felt it herself, she wasn't quite prepared for the response to happen so quickly. Since it was such a really short distance away, she said, "Hold on, Leo... I said please to the door..." The softest of laughter bubbled out as she made as if to walk through it... It looked like she did... but she didn't... it was just simply that one moment she was on one side... and then she was on the other. It was really only a step away, so she barely had to disappear before reappearing again. Of course... no matter the distance, this still counted towards her quota... so now she stood before him covered in a swath of red surrounding her... She stood still as she took in her surroundings without looking too closely... She didn't quite understand... as she walked towards him, with a small smile... Why was he... chained? But she wasn't afraid... and would put her trust not only in Leo but confident that she was as safe as could be. She thought the scent was off... and well... figured it was because of the room...but as she neared, her head titled in question... as she studied him... tentatively her hand would reach for his wrist... sliding his hand within hers, should he allow her to touch him.... lifting so that she could wonder if she really did shrink after all and said, "Don't be sorry.... If you are... then I am as much to blame...."


Without thought he began to pace as she drew near the door only to stop the moment she was within the small enclosure. He would take the step forward again as she drew nearer but stopped short of the chains fullest extent. There was something new about her scent. Something that wanted to burn his nostrils and yet it was something that had always been a part of her. His head shook tussling his thick mane as Leo thrust it to the back of his mind refusing to allow it to come between them. As her hand moved to his own he quickly accommodated her his eyes tearing from her face only long enough to watch the exchange. His breath hitched from the combined might of her words coupled with such a touch and he could no longer hold himself in check. Leo's free hand would move to rest delicately on her waist awaiting her acceptance of the more intimate intent. His head would lower bringing his lips nearer to her own. The heat of his breath would flow in waves just as his rising body temperature threatened to sear the air still between them. "You have nothing," his words were a gentle rumbling with the last finding a heartfelt intensity, "to be sorry for.”


As he moved forwards, she lifted her chin so that her eyes would meet his, even as she shifted slightly towards him, maneuvering in such a way that she simply slipped closer. A small smile rose to caress her features as she responded, "Then neither do you...." She edged closer as she inhaled his scent, her eyes dipping lower as she said softly, "So? Can I still kiss you?" She leaned in but kept her tempting lips away. If she had it her way... She would've but as it is... She was giddy with relief that nothing seemed wrong with him... He was standing... and he was as well as can be... Delicately her other hand would go up upon his once injured shoulder as if to convince herself that it wasn't an illusion.... Wondering who had done the healing....


Her touch had always affected him in the most powerful ways but now..now there was an added intensity. It was as if every sense had been amplified a hundred fold until it was nearly painful in its need. As she drew near he too shifted his body accommodating hers that they may fit in perfect unison. The hand on her waist slipped behind finding a resting place within the small of her back while the other that had been holding hers slipped free the tips of his fingers grazing reverently along her jaw line to slip within the hooded cowl. A low rumble began in his chest his only response to her request and his head tilted. Lips parted raged breath falling over her's a split second before the brush of flesh. It was all he would allow himself as he felt this primal need rising within him. A need that could easily consume him should he lose himself too fully to that moment. Leo would not however pull back but rather lingered there hovering over the sweetness of her mouth teetering on the edge of insanity.


There was something definitely different about Leo... He was the same and yet not at the same time and she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Yet, she had never feared him and strangely enough, she had never felt safer. She observed his approach with just a lingering smile. Her heart thudded quickly and soon she was oblivious of even her surroundings when his lips met hers. She had been holding her breathe and the slightest of sighs escaped as she leaned in to join him. She slid her own pliant silken lips upon his even as her hand caressed his broad shoulder upwards towards the curve where his neck is, fingers lightly teased the back of it as if beckoning to come closer. She let him hover... over hers... Whether he was holding back or just simply trying to play hard to get, however was something she only pondered for a moment. There was no room to talk, at least not yet, and yes... though she did wanted to come and see him, to make sure he was alright... She hadn't been too sure... if he would even want to see her, or be with her even, considering what happened to his brother. She moisten her lips and gathered that someone had to make another move... So with a slowness, as if she was going to approach something feral, very gently she leaned in once more, and gave him a soft fluttering kiss.


Leo felt his will begin to crumble as she again moved to respond with a second kiss. The tease of her fingertips proved to be too much as his fingertips began to curl into the small of her back crushing the fabric of the cape within his steel clad grip. A shudder rolled up his spine and his lips pressed into her own coaxing them to open even the smallest amount. Leo's tongue began to glide along the fullness of her bottom lip tasting the residue of her last drink and a growl would erupt as the distinct copper of it fired his senses. The hand cupping the side of her neck moved back taking possession to tip her head back further drawing her tightly against him. His mouth would leave hers only for a moment tracing a heated path down the length of her throat only to return with passionate intensity. The voice in the back of Leo's mind that called for him to stop was growing weaker as the beast that now resided within fought to take control. He wished to have her to make her his own to show her the love he had been denied showing her for so very long.


She gave him what they both wanted as she parted her lips to deepen the kiss, but it was his possessive response that took her breath away with a small gasp, even as she arched her back to welcome him against her. The hand in the back of his neck crushed his silken locks within her fingers as the other hand clung to him behind his shoulder. A moan escaped as she exposed her neck, though she tilted her head to one side to flicker a velvet tongue along one side of his ear as he traveled back up. She had no problem taking what he gave and she giving just as much. He made her weak and want with a ferocity she couldn't have known ever existed. She shifted slightly as her leather clad hips bumped his. Her bare arms enveloped him within the softness and for a moment she felt as if she felt too much. She had missed him terribly and engaged within the kiss, she wanted to convey how she felt as she spoke within his mind with a sultry voice, "I love you, Leo."


Leo was quickly loosing himself within the moment and his body was responding in kind. As she arched against him he shifted taking in the movement of her hips with his own response. The velvet of her words within his mind was returned with the deep guttural growl of the beast, "as I love you Maybelle." Without thought his nails began to grow sharpening to claw like accuracy shredding the fabric of her cape within his palm. The tips touching the side of her neck were somehow carefully moved that they would only prick the flesh rather than cause any true harm. His breathing became more rapid as his heart began to thrum far faster than any humans. Leo's head leaned into the touch of her tongue to his ear just as another growl began to rise. He pulled back attempting to catch his breath canines beginning to show as they lengthened slightly. Lids fluttered showing his eyes no longer the dark chocolate pools but more of a pure golden sunrise marking the beginning of a change.


She blinked in surprise at the tone of his voice within hers, heard the shredding of her cloak and heard it fall towards the floor. She briefly thought that Romi was going to kill her before it was dismissed... Her mind had taken a short retreat as she realized that under normal circumstances, Leo wouldn't have done so? Dark midnight locks fell upon her creamy shoulders even as she felt the slightest pin pricks upon her neck. Adrenaline desire ran rampant within her veins and she was acutely aware of every breath he took, and even more attuned with his ever rapid heartbeat. She was very warm... extremely warm actually as she slid her lips against his, but a little alarmed she withdrew slowly to look at him. Her hand upon his shoulder had traveled towards his jaw as she whispered, "Leo, wait..." There was no pleading within the tone, just the simplicity of the request... Blue hues searched his features, catching the golden light of his eyes? She was a bit surprised and yet at the same time not... It was as if her subconscious had known all a long... Of course... he had been bitten and it dawned on her as to why he was held up here. She had thought maybe it had been partly a dream when she had heard the howling of a wolf... She continued to hold him close, not backing away in any way... But she felt that this was important as she said, "You've changed... and so have I..." It was not a rejection, but there could be no pretenses... A kiss was one thing, a declaration another... but when it came to realization.... A moment had to be taken as she observed him.


His head had tipped back as he gulped in the needed air for his expanding lungs. As her hand touched to his cheek his head would again lower golden eyes searching her own. She had requested a pause and so it would be given. Something however was amiss and while it did not immediately come to him the smell of copper would instinctively draw his attention. "No," it was a whispered rumble as he saw the pricked blood oozing on the surface of his skin. Immediately he would pull his hands from her looking at the nails as if they were foreign objects somehow stuck within his flesh. Disgust twisted his features as he began to take a step back from her the sound of her words hammering his conscious. Leo's emotions had run hot within him first with passion then with anger. It was in no way directed at the woman he loved but rather a self loathing. As it began to mount Maybelle would feel the magic’s within the room begin to react. Pulsing at first as if in warning then thrumming within her mind preparing to take the action necessary to take her from danger.


A chill went down her spine when she heard his no... She shivered with it and found herself withdrawing within. Her features were grave, as if she had done something wrong. She let him go reluctantly as he wished... What did he mean no? No as in... she shouldn't? Or as in he didn't believe her? She waited with abated breath... but she did notice the room begin to change around her...She looked around alarmed and then back at Leo... And then realized herself that he wasn't rejecting her... The way he glared darkly at his hands, clued her in. "Leo stop!" The voice that carried from her lips demanded his attention... and in a much softer tone she continued, "Please... Do you want to turn me away? If you do... continue as you are and the magic’s that my grandda placed here will take me to someplace safe... " She paused a moment and then said, "But it won't change a thing... Do you think... what you have become would scare me?" A small waning smile appeared upon her features as she shook her head.... "Or change how I feel for you? It does not... To me, you're still the same... just um... less fragile... Leash your temper, Leo... It's not that bad..." Her brows furrowed in between her delicate dark brows and she had a stubborn expression on her face. She stood with feet slightly shoulder's width upon her heels and her stance was a little more upright as if she was ready to step onto the battle ground.


The command in her voice caused his head to snap his eyes immediately coming to attention. Torment and self loathing continued to drown his features but he immediately began to obey. Leo dropped to his knees his palms hitting the cold stone floor nails digging deeply to bring focus. He began taking in deep breaths letting her words reach their mark. Slowly the anger began to lessen and as it so did the pulse of the magic’s. The thrumming began to subside until it was but a memory at the back of her consciousness. Leo remained slumped forward his back curled and his head bowed long after his breathing and heart rate had calmed. "What is happening to me?" He honestly could not bring himself to fully understand the ramifications of the beasts bite. All that had been important from time he had awoken was to know that Maybelle was alright.


Uh oh... well hell's balls! He didn't know! Oh dear... and right now... it will help immensely if he had been aware that all this time... he had been... standing in front of her in the nude... Oh it was quite all right if Branden and Brendan wanted to stalk around in the buff... But she wasn't interested in them... in that way... And well... even she would admit that it was very hard to keep her eyes averted... and where was his modesty? She was sure he didn't do it on purpose to shock the hell out of her... though she would um... appreciate it if she knew it was solely for her benefit... Which in this case it wasn't... She cleared her throat and bent down to retrieve her shredded cloak... It also wasn't very clear to her, if he even realized that she herself looked... somewhat different... but she certainly wasn't going to call his attention to it. She walked over next to him, heels tapping the stone flooring as she pointedly dropped the cloak right in his lap... or as close as she could get it to drop in his lap without making him realize that he had been... She knelt beside him as her hand extracted to take hold of his jaw so that she may look at him with a soft smile... Her voice was calm and she was relieved both that the room stopped calling in its warning and that he was under control, "Stay calm, ok? I will tell you... But if you get violent... I will be taken away... " She paused a bit to give him time and then said, "You're changing Leo... Because you got bitten... So you will need a different kind of training in a different battle field than the one you are used to.... " She sighed and then continued... "The good thing about it... I suppose is that your life line has been extended... But with a price... You're now a werewolf..."


He felt rather then saw the cloaks remains drap within his lap and it was in that moment that his lack of clothing at last dawned on him. Leo did not feel ashamed in any way nor did he feel that instinctual need to cover himself. Should he have taken the time to analyze the reasons behind it he would have found a combination of the beasts lack of modesty coupled with the fact that he already saw her as his mate. There was no need to hide any part of himself from his equal. As she drew down to where he knelt his head would rise to the touch of her hand. Leo's eyes were slowly turning back to their former chocolate depths but a light ring of gold encircled the darkened pupil. As he listened his head would nod in acknowledgment to her warning. Focusing he willed himself to breath slowly keeping a calm about him as she explained. Again his face began to contort as the realization began to wash over him and his lids lowered squeezing tightly shut. "I've lost you again.." his words were barely audible as Leo spoke to himself but they rang as loudly as a church bell between their minds as he practically screamed it within his subconscious.


Maybelle lifted a single dark brow? Is that so? Well then... The gods help her... For even though she heard his thoughts... and it warmed her to the bone... She was sure... that he probably didn't want her to know... at least not like that... Her heart melted... and if it was appropriate... she would've done something about it... As it was... she felt a very mischievous glee fill her soul. What the? What did he mean? He lost her? Again? Again?!?!! When the hell did he loose her the first time? Ugh! Males! They can be insufferable in their way of thinking... She frowned then as she tried to assess his mental state... wondering if he was the one who lost himself... Well that was it... Words... were words... but the newly awoken vixen within her was not having any of it... Not at all... before she became one with her true self... She might have gone and done a different tactic... Talking... being sweet... trying to coax, convince and cajole that would take her hours to get her point across... So then... he knows she is his mate, huh? Well then... it was time... to show him... that she too... can be immodest... And yet... she said, "Leo... what are you talking about? What do you mean again? When was the first time?" Ok... so she started off slow... but that was because... she was gathering her courage as she stood up and with both of her hand she pushed him hard enough on his shoulders to make sure he was going to fall backwards on his ass... the look on her face was serious and told him that he had better fall and that he better stay down. Even if she had to push him again if he didn't get what she was trying to do the first time, the moment he did... she was going to do one of two things depending on how it was that he fell... if he was sitting she was going to plop herself right in his lap... and if he was on his back... then she was going to sprawl herself along the length of him... either way... one thing was sure... Her lips would be closer to his.. her hands would work it's havoc upon his frame, lightly touching with slightly sharp nails and soft finger pads... Her voice would be husky as she started to place soft kisses along his jaw line as she said, "Tell me again... How you lost me..." One of her hands would leave him, only to go towards her own throat... letting fingers travel down her neck towards the V of her hidden cleavage encased within the vest and deftly undo the top button.

If one was a sound enough sleeper, one could slumber through almost anything-just as Lorelai had through the events that took place in the library a few moments ago. Sleeping quite soundly since the dark lord had drawn the nightly veil over her consciousness, her golden crown rested peacefully on the side of the large wingback chair in a secluded corner. Interestingly enough, what did wake her was the sudden percussion of the rather large volume of ancient Greek poetry and drama that finally slid from her lap and loudly hit the floor. Arctic blue gems slowly emerge from behind heavy lids while slender arms and legs stretch, coaxing a soprano groan from her throat. A honeyed sigh followed closely as her legs shifted to drape across the arms of the chair; her arms coming to rest behind her head-burying themselves in golden waves of grain.


Blinking a few times, her eyes would again disappear behind light lashes-too comfortable to keep them open. She loved the library; volumes of volumes of words beautifully strung together, a wonderful example of the human consciousness. Many of them existed because of her wise breath of inspiration, however bittersweet. You see, more often than not, her museful inspiration came with the burdensome price tag of loosing grasp of one's sanity. That was the reason she sought restful respite in Eternal, a no pressure holiday…and what a holiday it was. For the last week she moved silently about the castle; until she stumbled upon the library just yesterday and parked herself in this rather comfy chair tucked away in a quiet corner. 'Aaaaah' this was…heaven.

“Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition! Our chief weapon is surprise. Surprise and fear...fear and surprise.... Our two weapons are fear and surprise...and ruthless efficiency.... Our three weapons are fear,surprise, and ruthless efficiency...and an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope.... Our four...No, amongst our weapons....amongst our weaponry...are such elements as fear, surprise.... I'll come in again.” – Monty Python

A soft sounding click told of a window well closed. Cedric did happen to peer outside just in case Christian wanted to return the way he left but in seeing no one and fearing a draft, let the fresh air find its way inside the library elsewhere. After that little scuffle Cedric had duely calmed down with a cup of steaming tea. Earl Grey, in fact. With a wedge of lemon and half a teaspoon of honey. Never forget that, those were very important ingredients to the perfect cup. The book Christian requested was lying neatly upon an unused table with a note with his name written clearly upon the leatherback cover. “Much too much excitement for the day...” Cedric whispered into his cup, letting the steam waft up to fog his glasses. “Urgh...” he complained, taking those spectacles off to hook against the breast pocket of his shirt. As far as he knew, the librarian was alone. There was barely a sound in the room save for the soothing crackle of the ever burning hearth which proved to be a perfect time to burst into song.
Song was perhaps a little bit of an exaggeration. More like an awkward humming of someone who didn’t know all the words. “Hmmm...up with the dum dum...on Harrow’s Field something something...don’t let me catch you in the stables!..” A hesitant pause “No...that’s not how it went..” he whispered to himself before hearing the unmistakeable thud of a tome on the ground.

Now there was no reason for Cedric to be wary, he was alone; was he not? Even so careful steps took him closer to the sound, his head tilted in mild curiosity until those green eyes fell on a fair, albeit fuzzy woman lounging in one of his favourite seats.
One blink. Two blinks. She was not getting any clearer. So surprised at seeing a stranger he did not remember that those spectacles he depended on were not in their usual place upon his nose but hanging securely in his breast pocket. Fingers fumbled, and plucking the glasses from their temporary residence Cedric placed them back where they belonged. “Ah...” he breathed as she came into clear view. Perhaps she did not notice him yet for the young woman made not a sound. In fact, clear blue eyes looked quite closed from his view. Here he was, almost a middle aged man staring dumbfounded at a sleeping lady. It was not her beauty that struck him, nor was it the way she happened to lounge so wantonly over his high backed chair....Actually, that was exactly it. All those Cedric knew at Eternal, knew him well and in turn he wasn’t in the least bit shy if he found one snoozing beside the hearth. But this one, this stranger he did not know let alone see come into his little bit of paradise was making him feel a little off.

Cedric cleared his throat, wetting his lips slightly in preparation of what to say. “Uh...excuse me.” He began, a little hesitantly as a hand bent down to lift the heavy book from the floor. He studied the cover. Homer. So the lady wasn’t one for light reading. “Did you want to more of my cups of tea?” Wait no, that came out wrong. Oh blast it, she was waking up; even getting a strange look in her eye - like she was afraid he was some lecher. “What I meant to say was...do you want to see more of these books? Er...titles. Or...some tea? Not see the tea, have some tea. Er...you don’t have to. I haven’t poisoned them...Wait no, that also came out wrong...”

A deep breath, eyes closed and count to ten. As harvest green eyes finally opened and a small dimple appeared at the corner of Cedric’s smile did he say again, a little more calmly now. “Shall we start from the beginning, then?"