Becoming One [Yassia] May 2, 2012 17:28:40 GMT -5
Post by Yassia Dyfrène de Ailantha on May 2, 2012 17:28:40 GMT -5
Finding her own excitement mirrored in both his eyes and his words, Yassia could hardly bear the feeling that seemed to wash over her. This was something new, something that even surpassed all the confusing sentiments she had experienced in the Forest of Balor, because this time she knew she was allowed to feel it, this time she was allowed to indulge in all of it. Together with Oliver. This was for them, and solely for them, finally no ifs or buts anymore. They had all the time in the world. Right here, in this moment, Yassia couldn’t be more convinced that everything would turn out just perfect. She would show the world what she really felt like; Oliver would convince the council of Mercia; they would leave with a decent band of soldiers at their command; she would win back her throne and Oliver would rule equally at her side. Seriously, what COULD go wrong? Because even if she didn’t manage to win back Ailantha from her uncle, she would never feel quite as helpless and alone with the love of her life by her side. They would find a way somehow. Of course they would.”The sweet pain of anticipation”, she whispered with a mischievous smile, still feeling oddly flirty. Was that really only the knowledge of loving someone and being loved in return making her so bold and straightforward with these things? Hmm… well, she probably would find out soon enough.
"Who you met in Camelot was an infuriating prick. I deserved that dagger,"
Yassia mimicked his chuckle, leaning against him and looking up into his smiling face, drinking in every line and curve of it as if she wanted to memorize it for all time to come. How peculiar such things could work out, really. A little bit of the pain was still there that had been connected to his face whenever she looked at it over the last few weeks, but it was merely a faint echo. Their bad times was as much a part of their history as their good times, and while they would need to move on, they surely should also never forget these times. They were a good warning. “Well, I’d be lying if I said you weren’t, and I’ll never lie to you again”, she said half teasing, half in earnest. “But stars, I wasn’t exactly innocent myself, don’t you dare take the full blame on this!”
"Two years ago, I think, somewhere around the beginning of the harvest month,"
Two years ago… the harvest month… the harvest month… Oliver’s words echoed in Yassia’s mind, but she felt too shocked to really process them. It could have been any other date, it SHOULD have been any other date by terms of logic, but… it wasn’t. She felt her knees go weak and gripped Oliver’s arm to steady herself, still dazed and slowly shaking her head. “It went that far north…” she whispered hoarsly, finally starting to believe her ears. But that… that was simply too much to be called anything near coincidence! Yassia remembered this day Oliver had mentioned like it had only been yesterday, and she could even name the exact hour. The moment the star had fallen from the sky, had been the moment her father, King Diodore, died. And everyone seeing the bright shooting star had known that someone’s fate had been changed forever. Yassia had long believed it to be her own fate. But no… someone else had wished upon the same star… and the moment her life had been changed, his had been to… The stars had intertwined their paths in all finality. And this was the last and best proof she could get.
Too late Yassia realized that her awestruck words would mean nothing to Oliver, and so she hastened to explain herself. “Now, you probably will call me completely crazy, but… The day you saw and wished on the star, must have been the same day my father died. His death changed my fate for sure… but it also changed yours, because you WISHED for it to change. You, Oliver… you made this happen. All of this. Us. With a simple, crazy wish.” Maybe he would not believe that, but Yassia surely was firmly convinced now. Still dazed, she couldn’t reply to his wonderful words about wanting to rule by her side, but she still responded to his fiery kiss, albeit with a little less intensity than before. She needed time to think about this.
But time, it seemed she was not granted. Just as everything seemed perfect, of course the stars or some devilish entity saw it fit to intervene again, threaten everything. Neither of them had seen Edmund enter, and when she heard his hateful voice, Yassia’s heart skipped a long, painful beat. Then she saw the weapon in his hands and her mouth went dry. For once, she didn’t complain being shielded, but then her greatest fear was that Edmund, in his senseless anger, would hurt Oliver, not herself. That could not happen, oh sweet stars, no!
”Sweet stars… you found the letter”, she croaked. Why was he even still awake?! “Edmund, please… let me explain…”