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Rather than a blooming cliff overlooking the ocean, a modest… 
28th-Dec-2007 12:24 am
Rather than a blooming cliff overlooking the ocean, a modest evening enveloped Engeve served as the surroundings of Tear's resting spot. The farm town looked quiet, sleepy, and peaceful. Tear was simply exhausted, more so than she'd ever been since finding herself here.

She felt utterly useless, worried, and upset at herself for not noticing sooner how troubled Luke really was. Tear was so accustomed to being the focused one, the one that got things done, who had the answers. How frustrating that she wasn't! Spending more time worrying over the matters of her heart instead of finding a way out, some helpful information at the very least!

Puffing out a breath into the slightly chilled air, she rolled to rest on her side in the grass. "Sulking is more his forte, don't you think?" Silence. The Cheagle remained still and unblinking, just as she'd expected. Tear could only imagine what Mieu might say if he really were here, a very pale smile forming, eyes shutting. Something to cheer her up, a praise for his master...

She wanted to go home.
31st-Dec-2007 08:01 am (UTC)
The silent Storm materialized in a customary fashion for the House's dream mechanics.

"Lady Tear..." he said, kneeling before her. "I've been unable to put my mind at ease. Do you mind company in your thinking space?"
1st-Jan-2008 07:25 am (UTC)
That got her up into a sitting position, surprise and what was probably embarrassment washing over her.

"Ah..." Stare. Blink. Fashion face into something less obvious. "No, not at all."
18th-Jan-2008 01:07 am (UTC)
"I've been thinking about... many things. What I want to live for. Whom is important to me. Long ago, I dreamt of us... thought I know little of your life or your thoughts. It is... startling and yet worthy of investigation, I believe..."

He tilted his head slightly, dark blue hair hanging over his cheek solemnly.

"I suppose I am rambling..."
19th-Jan-2008 09:02 pm (UTC)
Gloved fingers curling together, her head bowed. Dreamt of us? Something at the back of her mind told her she might know just what he was referring to. Perhaps her blush wouldn't be so noticeable in the dark.

"No, it's..." Awwwkward. "It's alright. Please, go on."
20th-Jan-2008 03:32 pm (UTC)
Miss Curtiss... I feel as though you are closer to me than many I have met. Vivid thoughts I dare not entertain... I can tell by the colour in your face that you... know what I speak of."

The slightest hint of color flooded his cheeks.

"I... am without words to explain how I am to feel toward you... My heart yells to pursue, but my mind demands I dismiss it."
22nd-Jan-2008 01:02 am (UTC)
"It must be this place." Tear said, looking off to the side and drawing in a very large breath. "That dream, I'd imagine that's why you feel the way you do? It was..." Intimate? Well, that was given. But, it'd also played with their emotions. In that moment, she'd felt as though he was the one her heart had been longing for.


If he hadn't shown up, would she be pining for Storm? It was a disturbing thought. Not because she disliked this man--really, she hardly knew him. No, it was the idea of someone she so cared for being so easily replaced.
22nd-Jan-2008 01:13 am (UTC)
"I... am afraid, Miss Grants, that I am rather ungentlemanly to offer no stronger contribution to our uniquely revealed relationship."

He paused. "Dreams can be very.... prophetic. Fateful. I am unsure how to begin, but... whatever you would prefer, I will certainly offer to help."
22nd-Jan-2008 01:44 am (UTC)
"There's someone else." Slowly, blue meeting red. "He's... he's very special to me." By the darkening hue in her face, 'special' was perhaps a weak description.
22nd-Jan-2008 01:48 am (UTC)
"Of course... I could never claim to understand your connection to him, Miss Grants. Who is he...?"

He looked interested... concerned, you could tell.
22nd-Jan-2008 02:02 am (UTC)
Tear could tell, which was why she didn't see a problem with giving out a name.

"Luke. The circumstances that we met under weren't very pleasant, but..." Shaking her head, she managed a small smile. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't burden you with all of this." He knew now, that was the important thing. No need to talk his ear off.
22nd-Jan-2008 02:58 am (UTC)
He took her hand, brought his piercing red gaze to hers.

"He is a most wonderfully privileged man, Miss Grants... and I must admit, as enigmatic as these feelings are, I am envious of him..."
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