The Darker Side of Nothing.

She would relax in his embrace, a chill dancing down her spine from the gentle embrace of his lips on her scalp. Her slender arms would slip under his own and rest softly on his broad back.

Her form would press full length to his, as she embellished in his warmth. The soft swell of her breasts would rest on his mid-lower abdomen. Her belly would (unaware-idly to her) would rest against his waist band and lower. She would turn her head so half her face could be seen, and she nestled into this man's comforting scent. Her eyes would close as she pulled him closer still. Until it seemed her form would melt into his.
 
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As Ivory nestled her lithe body against his large muscular frame, Angus tilted his head to the see her face. Lifting his hand to stroke his fingers through her dark silky locks, wondering to himself what happened to this dear lady. She must be truly alone in this dangerous world, his old heart ached for her loss and was certain she would not be alone again.

With his left hand tips her chin up with a fingertip, he wished to look upon the beautiful face of this Lass. Tracing his finger along the soft skin of her dimpled cheek, her petite but oh so nice curvaceous body so pressed to his he felt her heartbeat. ''Dear sweet Ivory why would ye hold to me so and trust me?''
 
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She would not allow her gaze meet his. Instead, she would look down upon his chest. "I trust, because I am not afraid to die."
Her words were so brutally honest, and her voice so calm it was hard to believe what it was she had sad. Her smile faded slowly now as she thought to herself. Slowly she pulled from him, leaving in her absence a coldness. She would step back from his form, her amber eyes lined now with crimson.

"I am sorry for crossing boundaries and forcing myself upon you." She spoke softly, like she did before. Biting her lip she turned away from him and sat upon a stool at the bar. The feint lighting illuminated her form, causing a halo around her. She once again closing off, locking away the joyous happiness she once held.
That single lock of hair fell once again into her face.
Sighing, she watched as a pair if scissors manifested in her hand. She gripped the lock between her index and thumb and cut it off at the base. All evidence of its placement on her head gone.
She then would throw the perfect spiraled curl away. It graying as it fell.
 
She smiled warmly, although blushed a little at the use of the word 'love'. "I see a kindred spirit," she said gently. "I see someone who's suffered much, but doesn't let it get to them. You have a good heart and good intentions. You're-" she blushed a little more as she said the word, "sweet."
 
A sigh left him.as his eyes still did not open.
"Actually... I'm quite cruel. My cruelty is why I am drunk....why I loathe myself and why..."

He seemed to choke on the words.

"I can no longer see you."
 
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She nodded, understanding. "But dreams just aren't enough. . ." She took a deep breath and said quietly, "I've lived before through several of your kind. . . but you are by far the sweetest, and I want it. . . " She teared up a little bit.
 
He opened his eyes and looked at her. His heart ached and he sat up slowly

"I'm a monster..."Gently he caressed her cheek. "You're an angel...
Our worlds could never truly coincide. Not without one of us losing our life." He took her arm and pulled her close, resting her head on his chest."If I was the one dying... I'd embrace every second of.your love, till death."
 
She listened to his words, held onto him as gently as he held onto her, listening to his heart. "I am willing to take that risk, Blithe. . . and I am no angel," she gently admonished. "Please, Blithe. . . don't go. . ."
 
Hot tears fell from his eyes
"I can never kiss you..." He pulled from her softly.
"I can never love you the way you're meant to be loved."
 
She felt his tears, and she met them with her own as she looked at him as he spoke. "Yes, you can," she insisted. "Yes you can, Blithe. . . Please. . ."
 
"Its not me..."
He would look down at her. His blue eyes now a dull grey. "I don't believe you're strong enough."
 
"I'm stronger than you think," she told him. "I am, please, Blithe. . ." She noticed the eye color change and bit her lip, wondering if she was pushing too much.
 
Hanging on Ivory's every word Angus realized bringing up her past was what made her to be so withdrawn. Her apology along with the cold of her absence from his embrace brought an ache to his lonely heart. Seeing her turn away to walk to the bar seating herself and cut the pretty curl away.

He took a few strides to where she'd discarded lock of now faded gray, reaching down gathering into his large callused hand bringing it to his nose. A faint scent of pine and rainwater remains upon it only he can smell, wrapping the lock of her hair about his little finger, carefully placing it between the pages of his sketch book.

Stepping up behind Ivory knowing she could tell it was him, Angus bent down ever so gently to rub her upper arms. ''Ivory...dear lass...Tilting his head to one side to speak softly into her ear, long hair brushes lightly against her neck, breath also brushes warmly against her ear. ''If that be crossing boundaries an forcing yerself upon me...Please cross that boundary an force yerself upon me again.''
 
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Her soft breathing would halt as he touched her and spoke. Her eyes closed slowly, and goosebumps covered her flesh. She fell in a trance, it seemed, to his loving words. Leaning back against him softly she would open herself to him. Seemingly feeble and weak in his embrace, she looked much like a child.

Her voice broke with such a shaky softness, if one didn't strain to hear it could have been mistaken for the wind. "Why do you persist me so. I am not nearly worthy enough for your chasing's." She waited quietly for a moment, debating whether or not she truly wished to ask this next question.

"What is it... you see, so temping, desirable in such a little wretch like me?"
 
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With his drunken head swimming and his vision a blur he nodded a weak yes as his only response. His soft grey eyes, closing and his expression seeming as if he hadn't slept in years. In reality this was truly the case.
"I'll try..." he uttered solemnly.
 
Angus slowly wraps his burly arms around Ivory's petite body, as she speaks her query he listens closely. ''This wolf dosna chase anythin lass...what comes to him will come...what is, is what is meant ta be.'' Resting his scruffy chin lightly on her slim shoulder, breathing a soft sigh against her pretty dimpled cheek.

He knew she needed someone no matter how wretched she imagined she was, felt her relax into his warm caring embrace. ''Ye and I share somethin in common...ye are beautiful...ye fit perfectly in me arms Ivory...ye have a lonely man that cares.'' The tune that had turned into one of love as they'd danced, he began to softly sing in a deep rich Scottish brogued baritone voice.
 
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"That's all I ask, sweetie, that's all I ask," she whispered. "Now," she set down coin and a room key appeared. "I'm going to take you upstairs and have you rest, alright?" Her voice was calm, soothing.
 
He closed his weary gaze and leaned into her form, after slipping from.the bar's counter. His stance was fragile and his voice soft. "I'm sorry..."
 
Her form would tense for a moment and then relax slightly. Chills would cover her form and a soft sigh would leave her.
She would close her eyes slowly she turn her head nuzzling her nose into his fuzzy cheek. Her hands would grasp at his and she would sigh softly.
"Angus" her voice faltered softly. Her sweet breath dancing across his chin and dispersing down his neck.
"What are you most afraid of?"
 
As she tenses a moment and relaxes slightly, a slow smile of contentment curls upon his lips. Hearing and feeling her sigh like she had, her cute little nose nuzzling against his bearded cheek. The sweet sent and warmth of her breath against his skin, was as a caress to his very senses.

Giving her delicate hands a gentle squeeze as his thumbs lightly graze her soft skin. ''I be afraid of being rejected and because of it being alone.'' Placing a tender kiss upon her soft dimpled cheek, after doing this he snuggles against her the side of her neck.

(A little song fitting for Angus and Ivory http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uq6LCXNeS4U )
 
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"It's okay, Blithe," she soothed as she carried him up the stairs, deeming his stance too fragile. "It's okay sweetheart. . . Do you want me to make you something that'll help?" she asked, arriving at the door, opening it and walking across the room. She gently laid him on the bed and smoothed back his hair.
 
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