If it's not one Dae..Ciara had grown up listening to the stories of her parents meeting in school. How they'd fought and not really gotten along. How her dad had gotten arrested for her mom's death. All of it. But the name of who'd caused all the trouble, had never been shared with her. She didn't know what made him different from the demons her mother had killed, the men and women her father caught.
Tonight in her dreams, she learned it. The name bounced in her head, a whisper of an annoying tone. but that was the backdrop of her dream. All she'd remember is fighting, fighting to protect Mike, herself. She lost againest the shadows she fought to hold back, and was stabbed, felt the weapon, one she couldn't see, pierce her.
She sat up, her hand over the spot she'd been stabbed. It took a few moments to register the warmth she felt, and she looked down. "Mike..."
She cried, "Mike!"
Mike jumped at her cry, at first, unable to see her holding her chest, As he pulled her close, he felt the warmth of
Making their own circleThey'd known they were supposed to be together since birth. They'd protected each other, fought for each other, and even hated each other a few times. But tomorrow, they'd be married. Tonight, however, was theirs.
In a clearing between their parents homes, they met under the moon. She was dressed in jeans and her jean jacket, he had on jeans and a hoodie.
Holding his hand out to her, she took them and they knelt in the clearing. They'd planned this part for months, and now, it was finally their time.
She smiled, touching the circle they'd drawn on the ground, a light blue aura flowing from it. Her hand took his again, watching him with happy tear filled eyes.
"Ciara, don't cry.." Mike said softly, kissing her forehead. She closed her eyes, the tears falling, but the biggest smile on her face.
Seeing that she wouldn't be able to speak for a few moments, Mike started what he had to say. "I know tommorow night, we'll be saying our vows in front of our families. saying what they want to he
A new StartSolstice stood on the cliff, the waves below calm, the wind non existent. Dressed in her off the shoulder wedding gown, she felt the pull of the fairy magic. It whispered not to give up her gifts, her love of magic. She knew those whispers well, her ears and dreams had been filled with the same sound for days.
Her hands clasped together in front of her, her eyes closed. Now the wind slowly built up, in a dance around her. It lifted her hair up, sending the curls flying, her dress moved around her legs.
Then her voice. The warm sound of her voice filled the wind around her. "I will never give up my magic, my gifts from my ancestors to be passed to my children. But I will not forsake my heart. I will not live without the man I love. My choice is to lock my gifts to not be used until I need them. I gladly shy them away."
As she spoke, her wings disappeared, but the shimmer, the fae shimmer Twitch found so amusing, stayed. She let out a breath, and realized she wasn't sad. She felt, reliev
Dia duit ar maidin-Good MorninOn a normal day, Trinity would have woke up before Jon. But they'd spent a wonderful night together, and she wasn't sure she wanted to wake up and find out she had to be anywhere else but in bed with him.
Even as she clung to the night that replayed in her head as her dreams, she felt gentle pets to her side. Opening her eyes slowly as the remnants of sleep fell away, she smiled, a very soft purr started from the pets.
As she woke up more, she felt arms around her and her smile grew. Turning to face the snow white lynx, her green eyes met his blue.
"Dia duit ar maidin." She said with a smirk, then translated the gaelic for him, "Good morning."
He simply smiled, nuzzling her cheek, purring back at her. She was used to the quiet, and loved the shy male. He made her day better, much like her friends. Finally she heard his voice as he spoke, quiet as usual. "Good morning Trinity."
She chuckled, tilting her head to kiss him softly, feeling that she at least owed him that for the wonderful e
Aww moments.Jon and Trinity stood in the doorway to bar, watching the snow fall in big bright soft flakes. Trinity shivered, but Jon didn't. Even in a vest, he seemed to be rather comfortable.
Her hand reached for his, the green sweater sleeve brushed his soft fur. "So.." She said quietly, "Playing in the snow?"
Jon nodded, pulling her closer. "Unless, you don't want to."
Her hair bounced as she shook her head no. "No no. I really do."
The Lynx pushed the door open, pulling his kitten out with him, "Then come."
She was amazed he'd spoken this much, but giggled, running outside with him and laughing as he spun her around. This was much more his playground, than her own.
Settled back on her feet, Trinity pulled Jon to her for a soft kiss, before letting him go. "This is much more suited for you than me.." She admitted, "Because I get cold much too fast."
Jon's blue eyes watched her softly, tilting his head. He was sure she was alright, but was still in the 'learning' stage of finding out her looks.