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Post by madfruitbat on Dec 8, 2009 0:00:20 GMT
As the kiss ended, Lily caught and held Dante's gaze. She had the ability to see any moment in time, from any perspective, but if the only thing she could ever see again was how he looked in this single second, she would gladly take it over everything else.
"I love you too Dante, and I always will." She didn't give a damn for the irony of the words.
Then a thought struck her, sudden, and terrible. She turned her head away, her eyes suddenly filled with tears.
"But what if I don't? What if the next Time Master... Who knows who she'll be. If she'll even be female, come to that." She found Dante's hand and gripped it tightly. 70 years of stubborn willfulness had faded to nothing, and Lily suddenly felt utterly helpless. "She won't be me."
She knew it wouldn't help to ask, but her curiosity got the better of her. "How does it feel, to see someone you know, but they look, sound, act like someone else? I know who my past incarnations were, I know their thoughts, I have their memories, but I don't feel like them. I feel like me."
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Post by angeloftheodd on Dec 8, 2009 0:21:06 GMT
"Ssh darling"
Cupping her cheek with his other hand, he brushed away a tear. He felt the heat trickle first down his thumb and run to his wrist. He never could bear to see a girl cry, but this was something else entirely.
"It's like... meeting an old friend"
The concept was nigh impossible to explain, this was the best he could find for a point of common reference.
"The years change their looks, their views and even their hearts, but deep down all the memories and things you have shared they... it's like a bond that nothing can break."
He sighed. He tried his best to be reassuring in tone and manner, but emotion was getting the better of him.
"That's why no matter who you become, a part of you will always be mine and I will always be yours. I will hold you again I promise, I will wait for you."
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Post by madfruitbat on Dec 26, 2009 0:56:52 GMT
Lily closed her eyes, felt the warmth from his hand spread across her skin, and allowed herself to smile.
"And I promise, I will make sure the first thing my new incarnation remembers is how much I love you. The rest of it doesn't matter, she can learn all the tricks of the trade again - they're easy to pick up. This is once in a lifetime. However ironic that concept may be for me."
She had heard the emotion rising in Dante's voice, seen it flash across his eyes, however hard he tried to force it away. Somewhere in the house a clock chimed an unidentified half hour, and Lily sighed.
"So little time, and we spend it on melancholic thoughts and what ifs. Tonight we should be smiling, laughing, dancing, celebrating all that has been, and all that will be." She caught his gaze once more, hoping to raise his spirits, knowing that if he allowed his emotion to overcome him, she would have no hope of remaining calm herself.
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Post by angeloftheodd on Dec 29, 2009 20:37:52 GMT
Dante closed his eyes and smiled, bring her hand to his lips and placing a gentle kiss upon the back of it. Her skin was cold beneath the press of his lips, so he lingered, giving what warmth he could with his touch and breath.
"You are right. Of course y'always are"
He stood and turned on his heel in a single grand motion, sweeping the tails of his coat through the air. With purposeful strides he crossed the room, reaching the gramophone and lowering the needle.
The gentle strains of a slow waltz drifted across the room and in time with them stepped Dante, stopping before Lily to straighten his cuffs and offer an open palm.
"Will you give me the honour of a dance?"
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Post by madfruitbat on Jan 12, 2010 22:22:49 GMT
Lily gave a small laugh of delight at Dante's sweeping movements, and sighed contentedly as the familiar, slightly crackly strains of the waltz filled the air. She took Dante's hand and slowly got to her feet, allowing herself to be lead into what little space the centre of the room afforded.
"The honour would be all mine."
She dipped a small curtsy to him as she spoke. To do more than that these days caused her some pain, but she'd never admit to it if it could be helped at all. Maybe it was a result of being with man who never aged, but Lily had done all she could to remain youthful. She was fit, ate well and took care of her appearance, But nothing could stop time's relentless march, and she hated any signs of her age, knowing the affliction she was cursed with as one of the Seven.
She rested her free hand on Dante's shoulder, allowing her attention to seep away from the room itself, the situation, the time, and believe that she were in one of the grand ballrooms she'd known as a girl. She'd danced with so many men then, all placed in her path by her mother, eager to see her married off and tamed out of her wild ways. None had managed it, and none had ever been as handsome as Dante. Not to her eyes at least, and she'd revisited the scenes often enough.
"It will be a sad day, when the modern music takes over altogether," she observed, glancing towards the gramophone, "and this sort of thing falls out of fashion. I can see it happening already, I don't need the ability to see through time for that."
Now I really do sound old...
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Post by angeloftheodd on Jan 30, 2010 19:26:38 GMT
Dante allowed his lips to brush her hand once more before clasping it within his own. Although she still seemed to him so beautiful and strong, Lily's hand felt fragile within his own, a reminder of how much had changed since their first dance.
He slid a hand down to her waist, perhaps lower than he should, but Dante never had been shy and they were both too old for him to start now. They began in slow sweeping circles.
"Out of fashion maybe, but never gone. A hundred years ago the peasants danced this dance and I was right there with them. The steps were bit different, why even the name, but the feeling behind it..."
His words tailed off as he let the music and motion take over a while.
"They'll be dancing this in another hundred years, only the next time, I'll already have a partner waiting." He gave Lily's hand a squeeze.
"and in a hundred years the other girls still won't be able to hold a candle to your footwork."
He couldn't help breaking his gaze for a second the glance over her shoulder at the clock and it's grim portents. He immediately regretted it, but time was rushing by so fast, his heart ached, wishing he could reach out, to claw back scraps of what was being cruelly torn away from him.
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