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The_Q 12-20-2005 10:17 AM

Skylife
 
I wrote fiction for once. It's fantasy, but I'm working on it. And I paid homage to our very own Orli for inspiring the idea to actually write it down. Here we go...please comment.

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Rain pattered away at the rooftops of the topmost buildings of Caurdor. The weather had spent the entirety of a day doing its best to water down the spirits of the inhabitants of the City of Spires but to no avail. Within the tallest towers for which the city had been given its name, guests and other aristocrats were spending their time confined indoors in revelry, celebrating life in some of the most extravagant ways anyone had yet thought up.

At the highest point in the city a grand ball was being held, the warm and cosmopolitan music wafted through the rooms of the palace and leaked through to the cold balconies that sheltered the daughters of dukes and dashing duelists that dared to challenge one another at wooing the beautiful girls who would most certainly be their keys to success.

As the most pretentious sycophants congregated around the Baron to hear him make petty announcements and tell old stories in his incredibly dignified drunken stupor, the Baron’s daughter was most gracefully whisked away by a very handsome gentleman.

His long, raven black hair fell neatly behind him and curled so very softly at the end to give the impression it would have to be styled to give a lone wave so perfectly crafted. It flowed so subtly with the end of his coat, shimmering in the dampened moonlight tenderly. Unlike most of the young men present at the festivities, this one already had a scar running up his left cheek across the bride of his nose and ending abruptly at the satin eye-patch that was dark enough to match his hair in every tint, shade and hue. As his arms swayed back and forth the excessively large sleeves of his coat didn’t move or ripple at all, the cuffs had been rolled back to keep his hands in view and hide the brass buttons that shone so brightly elsewhere on the plain brown covering. Even the leggings he wore, those of any dignified gentleman, were tucked into the worn boots of a sailor he wore.

The pair sidled up to the balcony and lightly gravitated to the railing where they could overlook the vast skyline. The Baron’s daughter leaned on the railing and gently turned her head to face him, smiling in a seductively sweet way that begged for a another in return. He complied.
His gaze fixed out on the next spire, filled with its own merriment and parties. The monstrous pinnacle jutted out from the ground and defiantly reached at the sky as if it were trying to tear open a gash and thrust its occupants beyond the limits of height the world had placed on them. “You know, Orli,” he said hesitantly, “by next month I’ll be gone from here.”

“I know,” she sighed back, “and had I any say in it, you’d stay here with me.” She smiled at him again in hope that he would return one to her once more.

“You know why I came, Orliana, I can’t just stay here. But with luck I’ll be able to come back and head the Ir’Weyin operations from Caurdor,” he mused, allowing her a quick but infectious grin.

She giggled at the thought. “Only if you come back looking for a dowry and with a very important question for my father.”

Defiantly, he stood with his arms crossed. “Is that the only way you’ll let me return? And what if I come back with nothing but a lust for gold and platinum,” he replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Well, we’d come to this very place and talk nostalgically about how we planned to marry and how our love for one another was so strong. Then I’d push you off the balcony into the sea, just to show it what it will get for taking from me what I love and torturing me with his absence.” Again, her intoxicating giggle filled the air of the dank balcony and, for just a moment, the young man wasn’t as cold as he was before.

“You honestly expect me to let my guard down that much? If I were to be such a dwarf I’d always have my blade at the ready. You wouldn’t stand a chance against my stinginess!” He chuckled at her only to find that his laughter died inches from his face.

“I can only pray,” she muttered lightly, “that you will never become such a monster. My heart will surely never recover.”

In one fluid motion the man scooped the glowing beauty up in his arms and kissed her, allowing his lips to linger lightly and draw warmth from their shared passion. “Believe me,” he whispered in return, “nothing of the sort will ever happen. I swear it.” The oath was punctuated by another light kiss, accented by several strokes of cheeks and a cheery giggle when the damsel was spun around, letting her gown flow after her. There the couple was, together in each other’s arms. This was utter bliss.

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So I'm a romantic mushy fool. So what?

Q

whorlichan 12-20-2005 10:21 AM

RE: Skylife
 
Awwww...I do have to say, though, "Orlissa" is a terrible name. Steal from Felix the Cat and call her "Oriana."

And see....I told you so. :)

Lightknight924 12-31-2005 10:47 AM

RE: Skylife
 
I hope the LIT Forum comes out soon. :\

Mindfields 12-31-2005 05:46 PM

RE: Skylife
 
Emo is the new romance. It is inevitable now. Reading that I couldn't help thinking I was reading some MySpace or Xanga or something.

But getting over that now, Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! That story's cute. (:

SethSquall 01-12-2006 02:30 PM

RE: Skylife
 
I really liked that. I think it was very sweet.

However

Now i want to read more. ^__^ Do you have anything else on that story some plaaaaace?


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