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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 3, 2008 15:31:25 GMT -5
Tears bubbled in Eithne's eyes and she wrapped her arms around Cowl, "It's okay... it's okay..." she muttered, her tone calming as she spoke, "You don't need to say you're sorry... because you're already forgiven." She whispered to him. She kissed his neck softly, barely touching his skin and she didn't want to let Cowl go... not ever... she didn't want Issac to return... as long as Cowl was here things couldn't be so wrong anymore, could they? "But Cowl... please know whatever it is I did to you... I didn't mean to hurt you. I would never mean to hurt you." her words flowing to Cowl's ears, she was gentle now to a point where it was so obsenely out of her nature, there was something... heartbreaking with it. She was trying so hard to keep Cowl with her, but trying to restrain herself, keep herself from losing all her composure at the same time, conflicting herself.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Feb 4, 2008 8:51:48 GMT -5
Cowl looked into her eyes his arms wrapped around her just like she did for him. Cowl didn't want to leave. But the fact of the matter was he had to. How could he stay? He didn't have a choice after all. Cowl spoke as he felt Issac reserfucing. "Listen Eithne... At first I thought that you were the one who hurt me. And it sure looked that way. But I don't think it actually was you. It couldn't of been." He said as he looked towards her and kissed her lips deeply and pasionatly. He continued to kiss her even though he was almost gone. It was time for his return. After all he had made the deal with Issac for the one purpose. Cowl spoke once more his voice almost gone, "I love you... Three years Eithne... It will happen in three years." He said and with that he was gone. And in his placement was Issac. "Well that was fun." He said letting her go.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 4, 2008 21:01:01 GMT -5
Eithne kept her arms wrapped around Issac for a few moments, "Thank you..." she whispered to him before letting go of him and stepping back, her cheeks were the slightest shade of pink, her red eyes looked towards Issac, a sadness in thier depths, "Whatever I did or it appears I did... or whatever... it must have been horrible... wasn't it...?" she asked, almost as if she didn't want to hear the answer and she asked out of boldness. She looked ages older in her eyes, she looked like one of the ancient vampires whom had seen the rise and fall of many an empire, Eithne's mind certainly fealt like it, too. She wrapped her arms around herself as if she was the last thing she had left here, like everything else was ripped away and she was left there naked, unprotected against the world. Cowl was gone, her Cowl of now had sold his memories for power and the one she betrayed... he was replaced with Issac, whom Eithne still believed to really be Cowl.... just with some complications. There was a horror in the back of Eithne's mind about all of this, Cowl had traded her away for power... was that all Eithne really was to him? Some kind of bargaining chip? Lies were easy things to fabricate... what if this new Cowl, the one who enjoyed her pain was the real Cowl, how he really fealt? That fear clung to Eithne's throat like a noose, choking her. She didn't dare say anything about it, though.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Feb 5, 2008 8:51:06 GMT -5
Issac let her go not being able to look back in her eyes. It was like posin to him. And in fact it was. Because Issac knew he could never be with her. He had always wanted to be, but that was impossible now. After all she belonged to Cowl and no one else. issac sighed as he walked towards the fountain again. It was almost time to leave. Cowl would be on his way back to the village in a matter of minuets. Issac looked over to Eithne feeling the urge to say something. To say anything. "He will have his memory back in three months Eithne. I can not garentee he will be the same. But I am sure he will love you. After all the reason he agreed to my help was because he felt that he needed to protect you." Issac looked away again. He had time to wait for her reply and that was all.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 5, 2008 18:53:38 GMT -5
"I don't need his protection... I don't need anyone's protection." she muttered, her tone carrying anger in it's depths, not an anger towards Cowl, Issac, or anyone in particular, just a darkness, a dangerous darkness. She kept her gaze pinned to the ground, a frightening gesture in the image of her standing there, she looked like one in an ancient gladitorial arena, defiantly awaiting the lions to be released, looking so weak yet with a bright strength contrasting a cold black hate. She walked away silently, whatever emotions that posessed her at this moment, it was so typically normal of the pre-Eithne, the one from before she said anything to anyone about Cowl, receded from the world and heartless in the sight of others.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Feb 6, 2008 8:43:43 GMT -5
Issac sighed watching her leave. It was his turn now. He needed to get back after all. He had three more months. Three months until Cowl was lost to him for a very long time. Cowl sighed. Soon it would be time for him to return to his own world. After all in three years he would be coming. It would all start in three years from now. The process of his birth would be one month in the making and it would all start with the current body Issac possessed in this current time. Issac laughed at himself remembering the body he had been born in and how he needed a stronger one. But he didn't want Eithne to know all that. After all she needed to discover things for herself. Issac smiled as he dissappeared into nothingness.
Three Months Later
Cowl sat next to the fouantin in the moonlight guarden. He had been there for a good half an hour now. His face was beat red and his eyes were swelled up from all the crying he had done. He had just regained his memories of Eithne and not only that but the memories of everythign that happened remained in his head. He was upset with himself on how he had behaved with Eithne. How could he of left her and not only that but put her through all that misory. Cowl didn't think he was worth it. He had made the big mistake in leaving, and now he was sure Eithne would never want to see him again. The water works began again as Cowl currled up into the ball. He was so stupid and now he was so sad on everything that he had done. It was once again all his fault.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 6, 2008 17:44:38 GMT -5
Eithne appeared at Cowl's side, creeping there so silently and suddenly, it seemed as if she had materialized out of thin air, "Three more months have passed..." She muttered, a dark tone in her voice and it was the first thing she did to signal her arrival, otherwise it would be imagined that she would have been unnoticed for a while, considering the fact that Cowl wasn't in the kind of state to be perfectly observant. Eithne's eyes were a bright silver as she looked towards Cowl, silver... now that was new. Eithne's midnight black curly locks fell over the shoulders of her long jacket, it was zipped up all the way and it covered the lower half of Eithne's face, it made her seem closed off from Cowl and her silver gaze made her seem like a different person, almost cold to him. But she was here, and she had spoken to Cowl... even though her tone wasn't exactly comforting. It seemed perhaps she was rejecting Cowl or some sort like that, but in actuality it was the simplicity that she had become progressively back to her old self over the course of three months. "And you can stop crying.... There is no love without forgiveness, and there is no forgiveness without love." Eithne said, her tone didn't carry a comforting tone in it, though you could tell she had intentions of comfort. Her silver eyes sparkled and despite Eithne's agelessness attributed to her being a vampire- she seemed so much vaguely older, she seemed more confident, perhaps? Not quite, there was just some sort of change that was impossible to quite put your finger on... no, it wasn't the eyes... that wasn't completely it, it seemed like she was a person born anew... something had found her in Cowl's absense and something had changed her. And Cowl had missed it.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Feb 7, 2008 8:51:48 GMT -5
Cowl looked up at Eithne. He didn't know what to say. She looked so different so... more mature... She looked like the Eithne Cowl had first met that time ago. Cowl looked at her as he reamined where he was. He had stopped crying. So many thoughts and feelings were rushing through his head. Should Cowl say something? Should he just stay where he was? So many different thoughts went through Cowl's mind it hurt. What if Eithne didn't want him anymore? What if she had moved on like Cowl had said in his letter? What if she couldn't forgive him for what he did? Cowl couldn't blame her if she felt this way. After all it was his fault. So he just sat there his eyes full of depression as he staried at her waiting to speak again.
"And you can stop crying.... There is no love without forgiveness, and there is no forgiveness without love."
Those words filled Cowl's soul as his face lit up. She forgave him. Cowl stood up. He wanted to go over there and throw his arms around her waste and kiss her. But Cowl didn't think that it was right. Eithne was different. Something had happened when he was away and Cowl had missed it. Perhaps he had just imagined the words she just spoke. Maybe this wasn't really Eithne but some illusion in Cowl's mind. After all, why would Eithne still love him. So he just stood there feeling like an idiot just hoping that what he was saying was real. And that she really did forgive him.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 7, 2008 20:39:11 GMT -5
Eithne tilted her head ever so slightly, almost in a bird-like fashion, sensing something was wrong, "Cowl...?" she asked, leaning towards him slightly, in that moment she seemed a tad more like the Eithne that Cowl had helped create through the care the two shared for each other. Her loose curled black hair slipped over her shoulder and hung freely "Are you okay?" She asked, the slightest tinge of worry in her voice and she moved her small, porcelain hands up and they unbuttoned the collar of the jacket to reveal the lower half of her face and she placed one of her delicate hands on Cowl's shoulder, "It's okay... you weren't yourself." She said, she seemed still cold in comparison to how she was before Cowl had left, but she was quickly unravveling as her concerns for Cowl opened, "Cowl... please tell me if you love me or not... because if you don't, you can just ask and I'll leave." her silver eyes shimmered, Eithne had feared that Cowl really didn't care about her as he made it seem, and that the Cowl she had encountered three months ago was the true Cowl. Of course if it was, though- she wouldn't be able to trust whatever he would say in response, but she wanted to hear him say that he didn't despise her. She still remembered the sting in those words from before.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Feb 8, 2008 8:49:45 GMT -5
Cowl didn't know what do do. As she asked if he was allright somethign still didn't seem right. He had been gone for nine months. And in that time so many things have happened that it scared Cowl. He was scared that not only would she not accept him or the little thousand demon in his head. Then again why would she? After all Cowl was a monster to have done that to her. And even though he was a bit different himself. More powerful. He still had the same unconfidence in him. What could he say. Issac had shown Cowl a side of himself he didn't even knew existed. An evil side that had the power to destroy so much that Cowl loved.
"Cowl... please tell me if you love me or not... because if you don't, you can just ask and I'll leave."
Those words rang in Cowl's head and he knew why she had said them. Cowl couldn't move as those words felt like a stake to the heart. Cowl stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Eithne pulling her to him. "Eithne... This was all... My fault... I thought that if I... I love you so much..." Tears began rolling down Cowl's face yet again as he said the next words. "I would understand if you don't want me anymore."
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 8, 2008 15:50:54 GMT -5
Eithne chuckled under her breath when Cowl hugged her and started getting all emotional, "Cowl... it's okay. Just don't change anymore... and no matter what you do- I'm still here. I'm a sucker like that." she shrugged as if it was nothing, it was odd hearing her talk in such an uncaring tone when there was emotion and forgiveness behind the words themselves, it was something to make you think twice about what she said because it could be an insult or a praise and her tone probably wouldn't differ much from the nonchalant, almost uncaring pattern she had adopted over time.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Feb 13, 2008 8:52:13 GMT -5
Cowl wouldn't let Eithne go. Not that he couldn't, just that he wouldn't. He was afraid that if he let go something would happen. And Cowl would make the stupid mistake of leaving or doing something like that again. Cowl let the hug go, but kept his arms around her keeping her close. Cowl lowered his head to her's and kissed her on the lips. He had no idea if she would return the kiss, but either way it was better then just hugging. So many emotions were going through Cowl at thta moment he didn't want to speak. Because he was almost positive that if he talked he would cry. Just because Cowl was a bit emotional at the moment. Who knew why? But either way Cowl just wanted to stay like this forever. With Eithne.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 13, 2008 21:40:13 GMT -5
Eithne felt the kiss before it registered in her mind what exactly was going on- she had to admit it, it was rather unexpected to be honest. Her silver eyes wide as her muscles tensed, her lips pressed together and most certainly not returning the kiss but when it finally registered her lips slackened and softened next to Cowl's and she returned the kiss, her hands moving down Cowl's sides against Eithne's own noticing. She leaned towards Cowl as if he were going to pull away from her and she adjusted her head slightly to an angle and she kissed him again, the slightest gentle, playful nibbling on Cowl's lower lip. Her silver eyes hidden behind her eyelids, her ears listening to the sound of Cowl's heartbeat, it made it so tempting for her to drink his blood, but she didn't. She seemed almost... tame compaired to the cold-natured Eithne she normally was, at this moment she was gentle and soft, her movements slow and placid. She was so... strange.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Feb 14, 2008 8:49:44 GMT -5
When Cowl kissed her he felt her tense up at first and even thought of pulling away. Perhaps he was right. Maybe she had gotten over him despiter her words. But as her lips softened and returned the kiss Cowl felt like the happiest person in the world. Cowl kissed her back and to him it seemed like the world was spinning. The kiss she gave him made his heart begin to beat faster. The world around him seemed to spin as if he were dizzy, so he shut his eyes when he kissed. Perhaps this wasn't the smartest thing, but Cowl was pretty sure that if he didn't close them he would fall over. He had kissed Eithne before. But never before had he felt this intensity. This feeling of making his heart race and his head spin. Cowl broke the kiss pretty positive that if he continued it he would fall over. He was positive Eithne could tell what happened by the look on his face.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 14, 2008 18:59:42 GMT -5
Eithne wrapped her arms around Cowl, holding him still before she disengaged the kiss, Cowl's heart rate was too fast, atleast that was what Eithne decided. She could feel the flow of blood through his veins, an utterly enticing sensation for Eithne to sense. That was the problem with Eithne- no matter how well you got to know her and no matter how much time you spent with her, she'd always be tempted to bite you, and every moment Eithne knew that it was completely against her vampiric nature to be around these people, thier hearts beating a beautiful tune to her. Her silver eyes opened slightly and she looked to where Cowl's heart was, as if under her gaze it might calm, but it was just a silly thought- Eithne didn't have that power, so she was doing relatively nothing, other than staring towards Cowl's beating heart as if it were a nemesis.
She pulled herself against Cowl and rested her head on his shoulder, now achingly close to him as her ear was placed against the side of his neck, listening to the blood flow through his veins, her cold body feeling the appealing warmth of his, the life in Cowl. She smiled, enjoying the blissful heat coming off of him, "Cowl..." her voice still eerily void of emotion, "What did Issac tell you?" she asked, "What did he teach you?" she wanted to know what kind of training Issac had given Cowl, perhaps it would help her figure out how to stop Issac from ever coming to be, and how to keep herself from betraying Cowl in three years, or whatever it was that she was going to do. Eithne gave a sigh inside her mind, 'why are things always so complicated? Why can't things be simple for once?' she thought to herself, really wishing she didn't have to worry about something all the time.
((Li-Wa: Well, Eithne... the answer is simple- THIS IS TWILIGHT MOOON ACAAAADEEEEMMMMYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!! *kick* *cough* anyways... HAHA!))
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