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Post by micaylah on Oct 18, 2008 19:29:34 GMT -5
Mica listened to Gallea, looking occasionally to Kyra. The smile spread across her face as she looked at Bruce. For so long, she had fought alone, then found Caleb, then the others, now…him. Her eyes shone with her happiness. “One of my gifts has been my ability to feel the feelings of others, see the truth within their words, and sense others that have bonded. Since I was small, I have been tracking and hunting our enemies with Kyra at my side.” She walked to Bruce and stood in front of him, her arms wrapped around his neck as she drew herself to him. “I am glad to finally find you and right here in this spot, I pledge my life to yours, my heart to you, I will die for you if need be.” She knelt before him as she lowered her head in her vow.
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Post by taran on Oct 18, 2008 22:02:03 GMT -5
Bruce smiled at Mica, then knelt before her as she did before him. He tilted her head up to look into his eyes.
"I have spent my entire life thinking there was more to me than being a simple farmboy. Now, I know it's true. I looked everywhere I could to find something that could give me the peace I sought in life, and now I found you. I would gladly give my life to save yours, I give my heart freely and completely without reservation to you, and my entire soul to you." He smiled at her, then kissed her lips softly. "I love you."
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Post by micaylah on Oct 18, 2008 22:36:04 GMT -5
Mica felt the softness of his lips and his kiss upon hers. "I love you." she spoke softly to him holding him within her embrace. She felt the surge of power within her as she gazed in his eyes.
Kyra sat quietly nearby. Things were progressing according to lore. She smiled at Gallea as she marvelled at the power she felt and saw emanating from the pair.
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Post by taran on Oct 18, 2008 23:41:04 GMT -5
Gallea walked to Kya, watching Bruce and Mica.
'Things are going very well,' he told the panther. 'I only hope they last longer than the last Hunter and Huntress. Hopefully, the traitor has been found and disposed of.'
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Post by micaylah on Oct 19, 2008 1:26:23 GMT -5
Mica held him close within her embrace. "What do we do now?" She kissed him softly as she set her hand over his heart feeling it beat beneath her touch. "Feel like some breakfast?"
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Post by taran on Oct 19, 2008 1:36:22 GMT -5
Bruce smiled at her, nodding in agreement.
"Yes," he said, kissing her cheek. "After last night, I could use some food. Only one problem, can you cook?"
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Post by micaylah on Oct 19, 2008 2:01:29 GMT -5
Mica smiled at him. "Depends do you have some fresh fruit, flour, eggs, milk, powdered sugar? I can make mean crepes." she laughed softly as she held him.
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Post by taran on Oct 19, 2008 2:08:37 GMT -5
"Never had crapes," he said, smiling. "But I do have all those things." He led her into the house, showing her where all the cooking supplies were. He made some hot tea and coffee, even some toast. He was really stepping up in society now.
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Post by micaylah on Oct 19, 2008 2:11:11 GMT -5
Mica set about cooking in the kitchen. She smiled at him from time to time as she mixed the batter for the thin pancakes in a bowl. "Do you have a skillet and can you slice the fruit?" She wiped across her forehead with the back of her hand leaving flour on her skin.
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Post by taran on Oct 19, 2008 12:13:03 GMT -5
Bruce laughed at the flour on her forehead. He began cutting fruit for her, then took out a skillet for her to cook on.
"So," he said, trying to start a conversation. "Where are you from?"
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Post by micaylah on Oct 19, 2008 12:23:37 GMT -5
Mica set about making the thin pancakes in the skillet. She watched what she was doing so as not to burn them and set them upon a plate as each finished. "I live all over but call New Orleans my home." she said. She took the pancakes over to where he was cutting the fruit. She placed the fruit on them and rolled them. After she was done, she sprinkled the powdered sugar lightly on them. "There!" she said. "All ready. Hungry?"
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Post by taran on Oct 19, 2008 13:47:05 GMT -5
"Yes," Bruce said, looking at Mica and not the food. "Sit beside me?" He smiled, motioning for her to take the chair beside him. "I thought you were from somewhere South. I could hear your accent."
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Post by micaylah on Oct 19, 2008 19:45:28 GMT -5
Mica smiled and sat next to Bruce. "Is it that obvious? I thought I lost most of it when I started travelling." She laughed softly. She handed him a plate as she took one for herself. She looked into his eyes as she cut the crepe. She took it within her fingers and held it to his lips.
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Post by taran on Oct 19, 2008 19:58:54 GMT -5
Bruce smiled at her, taking a bite from the crape.
"That's good," he said, licking his lips. "I didn't expect you to feed me too." He smiled, taking one and holding it to her lips, looking intently into her eyes.
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Post by micaylah on Oct 20, 2008 0:03:39 GMT -5
Mica tipped her head back as she felt the crepe against her lips. She took it gently in her mouth as she took his fingers too. She reached up to grab his hand softly pulling them from her mouth. She chewed slowly looking into his eyes.
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