 Amidst the
chaos of a Keep under attack from Nargus Blackthorn, a Black and a
Silver met and sparks flew. Instant hatred became constant provocation,
a series of running battles, throat-cutting, back-stabbing, fire and
ice brawls that sent them both plummeting to the sands of the Pit...
and that invariably took Daemonorel, Elandriil, Callan AND Yarwin to
get them apart. Even outside of their training, the two Captains could
never quite get along. Like an itch she couldn't quite scratch, Areq
drove Erinya nuts. Things are not always what they seem on the surface, however.
Both experts at shutting out the world, antagonism was merely a front
for an unwilling attraction that both tried to deny. Sometimes though
seeing through the walls just requires a slight chink in the mortar. A
vision of some of the scars left by past explain much, a kiss... and
somehow the world shifts.
Sometimes a little alcohol helps with that too...
Which perhaps explains why Erin is not above saying that she was drunk at the time.
Denial cannot be practiced forever though. At a Midsummer Ball a
dance allowed a glimpse into a soul, and the Irdan E'Lan only
emphasised a desire that had always been there, the passionate touch of
two people that wanted each other too badly to ever say it in words;
the touch of two people who, in the absence of being able to express
that passion, would gladly rip into each other, just to feel the touch,
to know they were alive.
Once admitted, love cannot be denied. Instead it grows,
tempestuous at times as the Storm and Flame that run so strongly in
their blood clash, but strong nonetheless. In the dusty ruins of an
abandoned Citadel they bond, two souls entwined as one.
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