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Post by micaylah on Jan 13, 2009 17:30:59 GMT -5
Mica’s smile began to darken as worry clouded her mind. She began to think about the Triad of Light. Something about it seemed familiar as if from a distant past. She found herself wishing she could see the book that Eavan spoke of. She felt it in the deepest recesses of her mind but couldn’t call the recollection to the forefront of her thoughts. Mica pushed the thought away and returned to the present with Bruce.
“We should really resume training and exploring the depth of our powers darling. I have a feeling Caleb will be…occupied…for a while yet so that should leave us time to stay here unless you would rather return to the farm. We still have fence to replace on the northern pasture.” Mica caught herself. Though they were expecting a child, they had not discussed her moving in or even them being together. She just felt that they would be.
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Post by taran on Jan 13, 2009 21:05:17 GMT -5
Bruce laughed, nodding his agreement. "You're right," he said. "Do you have anything you want or need to bring to the house? I mean, you're going to be staying for a while, right?"
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Post by micaylah on Jan 13, 2009 21:40:14 GMT -5
Mica frowned at him. “I don’t know. I hate to say it but I hadn’t even considered…well anything. I got so lost in time with you that I haven’t thought much past the here and now.” Mica looked at him as she took a deep breath. “Would you like me to stay on?” The question sounded stupid to her as soon as it left her lips. They were in love and now expecting a child together but it was presumptuous of her to assume...well anything.
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Post by taran on Jan 14, 2009 10:49:00 GMT -5
Bruce smiled at Mica, walking to her and putting his arms around her waist as he held her softly to him. "I would have it no other way," he said with a soft kiss to her sweet lips.
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Post by micaylah on Jan 14, 2009 11:09:07 GMT -5
Mica melted into his embrace as he softly kissed her. “I,” she faltered for a minute as she looked deeply into his eyes. No words would come to her save three. “I love you.” She told him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She pressed her body against him, reveling in the feel of his arms around her. “I will go and gather some things then return to the farm with you.” She smiled to herself as he held her. “I love your farm. It feels peaceful and right.” Of all the places where she rested her head, Bruce’s farm was the only place that felt like home.
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Post by taran on Jan 14, 2009 14:41:46 GMT -5
Bruce smiled at Mica, shaking his head softly as he looked deeply into her eyes. "No," he said firmly as he leaned his forehead against hers. "I'll go with you. I don't want you to leave my sight now. You're carrying more than my heart, you're carrying my love embodied. And I will protect both every second of every day."
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Post by micaylah on Jan 14, 2009 17:06:13 GMT -5
Mica closed her eyes as she felt his love surround her in warmth. She put a finger softly under his chin, lifting his face to look into his eyes. “Bruce,” she told him softly, “there are going to be times when we will have to be apart. The council will… well I don’t know what the council will do. I worry about the lengths they will go to in accomplishing their goals.” She shook her head softly. “In any rate, I will not take chances with my life or our child.” She smiled as she traced her finger along the line of his jaw.
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Post by taran on Jan 14, 2009 17:34:07 GMT -5
Bruce smiled. He loved to hear her speak this way, to show her strength. It made him seem more. . . lucky. "I know, my love," he said. "But why can't I just watch your buttocks while you walk and travel? I like how it sways and wriggles when you get dressed. It always makes me. . . excited."
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Post by micaylah on Jan 14, 2009 20:03:59 GMT -5
Mica smiled wider. “Oh…well. If that is what you want…by all means!” She turned and walked to her clothes, her hips swaying seductively as she did. “I like it when you’re…excited. It makes me excited and tingly all over.” She grinned at him as she wrinkled her nose.
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Post by taran on Jan 15, 2009 0:56:38 GMT -5
Bruce winked at Mica, following her. "Perhaps we should wait for the uh. . .playing with the excited parts until we're at your house," he said, getting dressed. "As much as I'd like to attend to my carnal desires right now, I think it would only heighten the excitement and pleasure to wait."
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Post by micaylah on Jan 15, 2009 8:51:03 GMT -5
Mica grinned widely as she pulled her pants, followed by the shirt and turned to him. “You, my love, will never have to wait for long.” She turned and waved her hand gingerly across the air before her. A slight shimmer of the area formed and soon she was walking through the opening, emerging cautiously in the stilt house deep in the Louisiana swamps. Mica took a deep breath as she looked about the house. She moved quickly, taking the packs from the pantry. Every house in every location contained such packs, ready to go at a moments notice. She turned to look at Bruce. “Ready love.” She told him as she smiled. “I’m a light packer.”
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Post by taran on Jan 15, 2009 15:35:36 GMT -5
Bruce smiled at Mica, following her through her portal as she gathered her things. "That's it?" he asked in disbelief. "You don't want to take anything extra? I mean, you wont be back for a long time."
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Post by micaylah on Jan 15, 2009 16:39:06 GMT -5
Mica stopped and dropped the pack on the floor. It hit her that she was truly embarking in a new life. She looked at Bruce as she dropped down into a chair near her. “I don’t know.” She told him as she looked about the home she had lived in predominantly throughout her adult life. She thought for a moment then shook her head, walking to her room. She pushed the contents of the closet aside and opened the door in the floor. She smiled as she traced her fingers lightly over the mahogany wood of the chest. She called for Bruce to help her retrieve the wooden chest. “This and the pack is all I require. I can replace my clothes or anything else I have need of.” She turned to smile at him. “This chest is my past. Photographs, baby clothes, family treasures and other things. I haven’t looked through it in years but I would rather not leave it behind.”
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Post by taran on Jan 15, 2009 23:16:22 GMT -5
Bruce smiled at Mica, quickly helping her lift the chest free. "I completely understand," he said with a smile as he kissed her cheek softly. "It's going to be alright, love." He looked into her eyes for a long moment before using his power to lift the chest and take it into the main room where she had left her pack.
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Post by micaylah on Jan 16, 2009 0:11:56 GMT -5
Mica began the task of closing up the house like she had so many in the past. Though she had grown up on an estate within New Orleans, this house was the one that held the most memories. This is where she trained, learned the lore of her people, had first met Caleb when they were very young. This house was where she felt closest to her parents. Mica smiled as she pulled the door closed behind her. She walked back into the living room where Bruce waited. She smiled at him as she quickly closed down the rest of the house. She took a deep breath as she committed the smell of magnolias and the dampness of the swamp to memory. She motioned to him as she moved out onto the porch swing. The sun was slowly beginning to set as she smiled to herself. “A close to one chapter with the setting of the sun…a beginning of a new as it will rise and bring promise of another day.”
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