Fantasy Descendants of the Curse

[EvelienLocalArtist]

"You're right we don't, but you are my friend, and I thought I was yours clearly not." He said still hurt. "You don't need to be mates to trust someone or to be their friend but clearly that means nothing to you!"

 

[Valjean24601]

Gaston opened his palm wide and the bloom twisted open slowly once more, as if it were a dancer's skirt unwinding from a particularly fantastic twirl. His violet aura retreated back into his fingertips and lowered his hand.
"No, none of those men are suitable. But perhaps it's the unmarried ones you should be wary of. After all a man with experience in marriage or with women, may be a most suitable husband, a man who is both knowledgeable of the opposite sex and aware of what women both want and need."
Gaston replied, still flustered as his fingers danced about a soft pink bloom, one that very much resembled the colour and folds of Phiona's gown.
"After all, some women are intrigued by the thought of secrecy and love affairs, or even more simply a man who knows what he's doing, they positively- one might say blossom for a man with such experience."
The pink flower's petals folded open as purple meandered lazily across them from Gaston's fingertips.

 

[Valjean24601]

"What trust have I broken? I was rendered unconscious by my head wound and they helped me. Then they went to find you and bring you to me. How have I hurt you?"
She hissed and stepped forward, her nose nearly shoved against his.

 

[EvelienLocalArtist]

"Mr. Forticoven...What are you suggesting?" Phiona asked softly pressing her hand to his back watching him now more than she was the flower. Then, as slowly as the flower's petals opened the full gravity of his words was understood. She bit her lip, her heart racing at the thought of Gaston wanting her like that, of her being his mistress, but she shook her head. "I will not take a man from his wife. Even if there is no love in the marriage, I do not fancy the title of mistress. They are easily disposed of and should anything happen the man can deny having anything to do with her. I will not take on a man who seeks another while married, for what keeps them from doing the same to me when another young thing comes along." She said lifting her hand from his back the blush on her cheeks fading. "I will not be with a man until I am certain his love will only ever belong to me." She finally turning away from Gaston and looking at a small cupid statue in the garden.

 

[EvelienLocalArtist]

"You-...You-...Well I-..." Donahue realized he trully had no reason to be offended besides the fact that his journey here and treatment were less than favorable. "I was just worried for you okay? And the fact that you were disregarding my concern so out right hurt." He said looking at her with somber eyes. "I'm sorry it's just... I care about you." He was flustered as he didn't know how to deal with these feelings and it made him act irradically.

 

[Valjean24601]

"I have told you what I mean to do, Phiona and even with that you disagree. How do you mean for me to win your favour when you do not agree with anything I say?"
Gaston said softly, his voice hushed and his cheeks still flush at the gentle touch of her hand on his back. As she moved her palm away he took it in his own and brought he close to his chest, his hand returning to her waist as it had before.
"I mean to leave her, it is final now, I've spoken with my father. You are the final piece to my puzzle, who I've been waiting and wanting for. You are the most singular and fascinating flower I have ever laid my eyes upon and I do not foresee another like yourself in any future of mine."

 

[Valjean24601]

Sabella took a step backwards and released the breath she'd been holding in and her scowl turned into a small smile, then a grin and then she laughed good naturedly.
"You're worse than your soft girls, all this caring and emotions."
Sabella teased him and patted his shoulder roughly,"I can care for myself fine enough, don't need you worrying about it too."

 

[EvelienLocalArtist]

She felt her heart skip a beat as he held her once more and she had to look down at her skirts to avoid meeting his mesmerizing gaze. How she enjoyed his words of whimsy and his smooth voice as he spoke to her but she would not relinquish her virtues till she knew for certain his words were true. Finally she met his gaze her free hand reaching up her fingertips tracing his strong jawline admiringly "Mr. For-....Gaston..." It was the first time she called him anything besides his title as her teacher and it felt oddly intimate the way his name slid from her lips. Those same lips tenderly pressing against Gaston's cheek, like silk against the soft bristles of his beard, she pulled her kiss away and looked at him. "That is all you will get from me till I have proof that you are able to marry." She said noticing the bit off pink tint left on his cheek from the gloss on her lips and reached up to wipe it off.

 

[EvelienLocalArtist]

Donahue looked down embarrassed knowing he deserved that. "You say that but you worrying about just yourself would have ended with you dead, it took someone else worrying to make sure you survived." He said pointing to all the strange paint marks on her body. "What are those doing anyway?" He asked relaxing a bit and taking a deep breath.

 

[Valjean24601]

Gaston took her wrist lightly in his hand as she reached up to wipe the gloss from his cheek. His grasp halted her touch and then kissed the inside of her wrist, then her palm before turning over her hand and kissing her knuckles, hardly a kiss however but a simple brushing of his mouth over her hand. At her words he chuckled, huskily, lowly.
"You are a student of mine, that is certain. All you want is proof and more proof."

 

[Valjean24601]

"These?" Sabella dabbed at her cheeks lightly with her fingers,"the way it was explained to me it's supposed to help my healing or something of the sort."

 

[EvelienLocalArtist]

"Can you blame me?" She asked blushing at his actions but pulled her wrist away gently as she saw what time it was. Pink, gold, purple and orange light slowly danced about the sky casting beautiful rays about the two. "We should probably be going." She said her voice almost a whisper as she watched the sunset as if speaking too loudly would disturb the scene.

 

[EvelienLocalArtist]

"It makes you look like some sort of tribal chief." Donahue chuckled lightly looking her over she looked like she was one of them now. "So how long are you planning on staying here?" He asked her almost worried she wouldn't come back with him.

 

[Valjean24601]

"You are always needing to go somewhere when we're together and always so quiet..."
Gaston smiled gently, teasingly and yet did not release from his embrace yet. His mouth lowered to her ear and the bristle of his cheek brushed against the smooth, petal like surface that was her skin. His lips pressed lightly to kiss just in front of her ear and then whispered lowly to her, the brush of his lips taunting and tantalizing against her earlobe.
"How curious as you never seem particularly anxious to go."

 

[Valjean24601]

"A chief you say?" Sabella laughed and tugged her hair out from the braid it had been pulled back into and then leaned against the cool stone wall of the den.
"Hardly. You should see the paint on Airys. She's the chief here and she's also asked for me to stay the night or as long as I-"
Sabella rubbed the back of her neck and quickly corrected herself,"- we need. She's taken a liking to me. I believe we'll be alright here for the time being."

 

[EvelienLocalArtist]

His whispers brought chills down her spine and she pursed her lips into a line trying to keep her composure. "Is there any reason I should be?" She asked gently her dark eyes looking up at him though she tried to look like he had no affect on her her dark eyes gave away how absolutely smitten she was with him.

 

[EvelienLocalArtist]

"We thought that same thing about the town." He said with a sigh.

 

[Valjean24601]

Gaston nearly grinned with delight as Phiona attempted to play off her attraction to him so coyly. It was exciting to see her like this rather than her usually composed and practical self, it stirred a want within him he had not felt for a very long time.
"Like you said before, I'm a married man." Gaston's lips spread into a most devious smile, his dark eyelashes casting long shadows across his cheekbones.
"This observation of yours is most correct but I believe so was mine," Gaston moved his cheek across hers and kissed her jawline softly,"you are blossoming for me, little flower, you find this rather exciting."

 

[EvelienLocalArtist]

"That's is where you are wrong." Her knees where trembling and goose bumps cover her skin and his lewd words but with her hand that was still touching his cheek she slowly moved their faces apart. "I find your company to be quite thrilling at times, yes, but I will not open my petals for you, not yet..." She said her eyes meeting his their lips inches apart.

 

[Valjean24601]

"Aye... but in time," Gaston moved his mouth closer to hers and yet his sultry tone was clouded with that of seriousness,"in time." He rested his forehead against hers, cupping her raised hand and pressing it to his cheek, leaning into her touch.
"I will marry you, Phiona. I intend to, the entirety of my body, whole heart and soul intends to have you as my wife and I will make it so."
He inhaled deeply, the scent of her perfume clouding his thoughts as if she had taken the bottle and misted it across his thoughts.
"I don't think you understand the severity of our being together, Phiona. I have not loved like this in my life ever before. I feel like a boy again, I feel like I haven't a clue what I'm doing, I speak of experience with women and yet-" Gaston touched his nose to hers,"-I haven't a clue how to manage what I feel for a woman such as yourself."

 

[Valjean24601]

Sabella sighed and walked across the room to him, clasping her hands on his shoulders.
"These are our own people, Donahue. We can put our trust in them, our kin. They know my father, my mother and our pack and believe it to be as it once was, respectable. Don't worry, we don't have to worry here."

 

[EvelienLocalArtist]

"Gaston..." Phiona whispered her heart beating so loud she was sure Gaston could hear it. For him to confess his feelings to her like this was a lot for the young woman to take in. She didn't quite know what to say. "I feel the same I do, I only wish I could discribe it as beautifully as you do. But...we must not give into temptations any further than this." She said referring to how close they were currently. Slowly the lights around them faded as the sun fell past the horizon giving way to the cool moonless night.

 

[EvelienLocalArtist]

"No these are your people." Donahue said with a frown brushing her hands off him. "Also how do these people from so far away know our pack?" He asked confused as he looked up at her.

 

[Valjean24601]

"Then, I'll have to be on my way," Gaston sighed quietly and moved his hand and cheek away from hers, taking a few steps around her skirts and towards the garden's exit, "if I linger there is no telling what temptations I may give into."
Gaston cleared his throat quietly and pushed his hair back with a slightly trembling hand. The very look she gave him tested him.
"You, fair blossom, are dangerous to the men who love you," Gaston sighed with a weary smile, reluctant to leave her but knew his wife would be waiting," and are far more tempting than I ever anticipated."
With that, Gaston exited the garden and went with great reluctance back to the infirmary.

((Time skip))

Gaston waved his hand across the candelabra that sat on the marble top of the dressing table. The light hardly illuminated much but all he needed to do was rid himself of the funeral attire that had become so incredibly drab and heavy as the hours since seeing Phiona had passed.
He slid the embroidered royal purple coat from his shoulders and then his his belt and boots. He was done with the day and ready to move onto the next, the thought of having to live through the last few hours of the night made him far more weary than anticipated. He only wished for the sun and that Phiona accompanied it. He would send word to have them meet again after his annulment was finalized.
He slid his dress shirt from over his head, the frilly frocked sleeves and scarf he removed carefully. The coven had adopted a rather French way of dressing, embracing their heritage and a rather expensive taste for their clothing, Gaston was no different. But to have his garb off now was a welcome relief.

 

[Valjean24601]

"Well, you see-" Sabella swallowed and smiled sheepishly,"-uh they knew of Artmeis, she apparently lived with them for a time and received word about her preganacy and my father and well... I told them Artemis was my mother. They seemed to like me far better once I told them that much."