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The icy mists flow like lost love's seeking echoes across the bayou bordering my apartment.
SPARKLES is the prompt for this Friday Romantic Challenge.
Sometimes the magic seems to slip away in the rush of plucking fingers of Christmas obligations and demands.
Fallen, the last fae,
she of the woodfire heart and storm lightning thoughts,
whispers,
"Souls move slowly to their journey's end;
destinations are where we begin again.
Like ships sailing far across endless seas,
trust in starlight to lead the way."
So here is my SPARKLES post from BLACK ROSES IN AVALON
http://www.amazon.com/BLACK-ROSES-IN-AVALON-ebook/dp/B005GQN03C/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1323803244&sr=1-1
where Blake Adamson and Fallen, the last fae, find themselves deep in a dangerous, mystic forest deep within fabled Avalon :
Fallen reached out and grabbed my hand. "Somehow, I feel as if not all the powers of Darkness can separate us now."
I caught Epona, Queen of Unicorns, sharing a haunted look with her mate. Fallen hadn't noticed. And I was glad. She looked so happy that I wanted it to last as long for her as possible.
Something like a premonition, but more certain, swept over me.
And deep down, I knew that this was our first, our last, night. Something terrible was about to happen. So terrible that it would shake the Sidhe nation to its core.
So terrible that it would permanently scar Fallen ... and be the end of me. The Darkness was falling, and I would never see the light again.
I looked up into the twinkling stars peering down on us from between the branches of the ancient oaks above us. 'Oh, Father, may you light the way for Fallen when I can't be there for her, please.'
I waited for an answer of some kind but only got aching silence. I sighed. Maybe that was a kind of answer in itself.
I jerked as Fallen, caught up in her happiness, started to sing. It was ethereal, haunting, yet filled with love and passion and hope. I looked back up into the endless depths of the stars.
Maybe this was the only real answer, to cling to love while it was ours and let the future stay in the wings until it came shambling out onto the stage to reach out for us.
"All time and space are one to hearts in love," sang Fallen, her eyes locked on me.
"Death, pain, darkness but phantoms to be overcome," she trilled, reaching out and squeezing my hand gently as if reading my mind.
Her voice rose, twirled, and caressed me. As her words went from Sidhe to Angelus to some tongue so old that even Solomon's gift didn't translate it.
Then, I realized the tune had changed to the melody Fallen had identified as the lullaby sung to her by her unknown mother.
And the breath caught in my throat as I saw long, delicate wings of ethereal energy fluttering from between her shoulder blades.
Epona's eyes widened as she spotted them at the same time that I did. Azure shivered between my legs as he, too, saw Fallen's sparkling wings of fae magic tremble and beat to the rhythm of her song.
And for a moment, the unicorns slowed their movement to stare at my love just as bewitched as I was by the haunting beauty of her singing. It seemed that the four of us had walked into a medieval tapestry or painting :
A faerie princess, her mortal lover, riding the King and Queen of all unicorns ensnared by the cascading notes sung by Love which cannot truly die.
***
trust in starlight to lead the way."
So here is my SPARKLES post from BLACK ROSES IN AVALON
http://www.amazon.com/BLACK-ROSES-IN-AVALON-ebook/dp/B005GQN03C/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1323803244&sr=1-1
where Blake Adamson and Fallen, the last fae, find themselves deep in a dangerous, mystic forest deep within fabled Avalon :
Fallen reached out and grabbed my hand. "Somehow, I feel as if not all the powers of Darkness can separate us now."
I caught Epona, Queen of Unicorns, sharing a haunted look with her mate. Fallen hadn't noticed. And I was glad. She looked so happy that I wanted it to last as long for her as possible.
Something like a premonition, but more certain, swept over me.
And deep down, I knew that this was our first, our last, night. Something terrible was about to happen. So terrible that it would shake the Sidhe nation to its core.
So terrible that it would permanently scar Fallen ... and be the end of me. The Darkness was falling, and I would never see the light again.
I looked up into the twinkling stars peering down on us from between the branches of the ancient oaks above us. 'Oh, Father, may you light the way for Fallen when I can't be there for her, please.'
I waited for an answer of some kind but only got aching silence. I sighed. Maybe that was a kind of answer in itself.
I jerked as Fallen, caught up in her happiness, started to sing. It was ethereal, haunting, yet filled with love and passion and hope. I looked back up into the endless depths of the stars.
Maybe this was the only real answer, to cling to love while it was ours and let the future stay in the wings until it came shambling out onto the stage to reach out for us.
"All time and space are one to hearts in love," sang Fallen, her eyes locked on me.
"Death, pain, darkness but phantoms to be overcome," she trilled, reaching out and squeezing my hand gently as if reading my mind.
Her voice rose, twirled, and caressed me. As her words went from Sidhe to Angelus to some tongue so old that even Solomon's gift didn't translate it.
Then, I realized the tune had changed to the melody Fallen had identified as the lullaby sung to her by her unknown mother.
And the breath caught in my throat as I saw long, delicate wings of ethereal energy fluttering from between her shoulder blades.
Epona's eyes widened as she spotted them at the same time that I did. Azure shivered between my legs as he, too, saw Fallen's sparkling wings of fae magic tremble and beat to the rhythm of her song.
And for a moment, the unicorns slowed their movement to stare at my love just as bewitched as I was by the haunting beauty of her singing. It seemed that the four of us had walked into a medieval tapestry or painting :
A faerie princess, her mortal lover, riding the King and Queen of all unicorns ensnared by the cascading notes sung by Love which cannot truly die.
***
