Post by Sephiroth du Lac on Jun 5, 2010 0:14:12 GMT -6
“Sometimes we make love with our eyes. Sometimes we make love with our hands. Sometimes we make love with our bodies. Always we make love with our hearts.”
- Unknown
- Unknown
*The camera falls on the interior of Du Lac Manor as night falls on the estate. After a long day of training Sephiroth du Lac, the Fallen One was sitting quietly staring into the fireplace that illuminated his private chambers. He sat staring deep into the flames his eyes focused on the dancing fire as memories began to play their horrible dance in his mind. The events of the last few weeks played over and over in his mind and as he digested the thoughts he felt the anger rising in him. That righteous anger that rises in the breast of the man who's beloved has been wronged. What had he done that was so awful to either man. True, to the layman, his intentions might be misconstrued as scheming or inappropriate. But man can neither chose who they fall in love with no more than the babe can decide who they are born to. He stared deep into the flames and thought of his partner, the over protective family member. He felt it's heat and thought of the flames of hell that Karras kept speaking of and through it all her face never left his mind. That innocent, beautiful face that bore in it no ill will. She had done nothing to either man and yet they insisted at not only accusing her of crimes that were not hers but to cast her aside like some leper. The very thought made the stolen blood in his veins boil.*
Seph (Voice over): How dare they?!
*He let his hands clench the chair as his knuckles turned white. His eyes shifting from their deep green to the color of blood...
the thought sickening him. Poisoning his thoughts with images of vengeance.*
Seph (voice over): How dare they cast aside the most glorious flower ever to bloom? Karras' fanaticism threatens to envelope the very blood of my beloved. He claims I am evil and yet all I have done is sought peace and unity between Tempestad and myself. Not for myself or fear of Tempestad's meager skills but for my beloved Maria.
*Then his face softened as her mind plagued his thoughts once more. The images of her struggling and striving through his training. The images of her gentle laughter and playfulness. She was so beautiful, so angelic. How can such an angel, such glory, be wronged in such a way?*
Seph (voice over): Oh, Maria. Even now you haunt me in the waning hours of night. What pain you must feel. What heartache. Your blood, your very kin casts you aside and yet bravely you fight on. Karras challenges your honor and yet with quiet dignity and grace you carry on. What woman is as you? What mortal hand can enrapture me so? None but you my dearest one. You are an angel and yet they cast you from your heavenly perch. They cast you down into the darkness and you are so afraid. I see you my angel, my kindred soul. I will dry your tears and mend your broken wings. Together we are angels fallen. Together we fight them side by side. We fight for a better world. We fight for our own heaven and though they might condemn us. Though they might try to destroy us whoa to them that stand in our way. We will make the heaven's shake with our love till God himself trembles at it's might. For never has a man, mortal or immortal loved as strongly a woman such as I love you.
*His eyes focus on the fire and the flame dances in their reflection, like two orbs of demonic fire come from the bowels of hell.*
Seph (voice over): This I swear my beloved. I will never give up. I will never surrender till they accept our love. I swear it.
*Sephiroth slides back placing his hands together and sliding them toward his lips in a frustrated gaze as he mouths and whispers the words upon his mind.*
Seph: I swear it.
Voice from behind: Swear what, mi amor?
*With that Seph quickly stood and turned realizing he was no longer alone and as he looked up the image that met him made his heart flutter. There she was, his beloved Maria, in a beautiful flowing dress of crimson. Her eyes danced with the reflection of the fire, like gypsy's eyes. Seph stood transfixed by her beauty till at length she stepped forward anxious to hear his approval.*
Maria: Well? What say you, amor?
*He said not a word for the moment instead taking her hand and like days of old graced his head down into a simple elegant bow and kissed her hand. His eyes never releasing their gaze upon her as they did so.
At length like all things good though it had to come to an end and as it did Maria gazed lovingly in his eyes, wet with the welling of joy in her heart. His gaze likewise was deeply entrenched in her and gently the two's eyes met and for a moment all was right with the world. Sephiroth smiled at her and she at him and finally he dared to speak to the woman that held him captive in her gaze.*
Seph: I did not think it possible...
*Maria looked at him quizzically.*
Maria: What?
*Seph just smiled softly at her, his face alight with pleasant thoughts of her touch.*
Seph: You grow more beautiful every time I lay my eyes upon you.
*A soft chuckle escaped her lips as if he had just spoken a whimsical joke but the look in his eyes told her he was serious. Lightly she replied.*
Maria: Well, you did buy it for me.
*Seph just smiled stepping forward with light steps drawing closer to her so that he may gaze more finely.*
Seph: Well, then I must pick your clothing more often.
*She just smiled at him coyly as he spoke.*
Maria: Don't be bad.
Seph: You make me bad.
Maria: I make you bad? To hear my brother and Father Gabriel you make me bad.
Seph: Two wrongs don't make a right, my dear.
*Maria's smile faded gracefully from her lips as she stared up at Seph. Her eyes filled with questioning and fear something he did not expect.*
Maria: How do you know they are wrong?
*Seph was taken aback by the question. Her eyes gave away her concern but Seph only smiled reassuringly at her. His face gentle, pleasant, unlike his gaze on so many others it was without malice or intent only love.*
Seph: Because I know you, my love. You are a good woman. You have done no wrong.
Maria: Then why do I feel so wrong?
*Seph looked at her softly even as she turned her head away in shame. Seph felt his heart tearing even as she spoke. He hated to see her unhappy. He wanted only for the best for her yet here she was in misery and it tore at him like a hungry lion.*
Maria: I have caused mi hermano to be upset with me. I have caused this fight between the three of you. All I wanted was for my brother to accept you. To accept me. To accept us. But no, Gabriel comes along and... ruins everything. I caused this. I did this to us.
*Tears came to her eyes and Sephiroth felt compassion stirring in him. She turned from him gazing away but to her surprise he wrapped his arms around her warmly and her eyes wet with the conflict of joy and pain as he whispered gently in her ear.*
Seph: It is not your fault, love. Your intentions were good. You are a just woman, beautiful and fair. Cease this talk of undo blame. They are irrelevant. All that matters is us. This moment. This time. This love. We are like two flames dancing in the wind as it threatens to blow us out. Separate it can snuff us but together we merge and the wind feeds us. We become bigger like a raging torrent of flame. Until we engulf and consume and our love blazes like a raging uncaged fire. Please do not blame yourself for others prejudice and ignorance. I do not blame you. I believe in you... and us.
*Tears fell like rain from her face as she felt his arms embrace her tighter. The joy she felt, lost in his words of comfort gave her strength. The strength to fight the desperate loneliness she felt. The strength to be herself. To be loved and to love. She cried out his name with quiet delight and in her voice he felt her love...*
Maria: Oh, Sephiroth...
Seph: Dry your tears, my beloved. They do not become you.
Maria: I cannot say how much you mean to me. I haven't the words.
Seph: Words are meaningless. For some moments there are no words.
*Maria closed her eyes and gently she felt his kiss on her neck. Her breathing quickened and she felt the stirring within her. That drive that brings young lovers to the point of reckless ecstasy.*
Maria: Mi amor...
Seph: My love...
Maria: Make love to me. Please...
*Seph stood in shock at the request but did not spare an argument as he trailed kisses down her neck. His hands slipping at the straps of her dress and with the tender hands of a lover they slipped down and with them the thin cloth that ran down her body. She turned to meet is kiss and found his lips and as she turned she let the elegant dress fall around her. Her delicate fingers fumbling with his coat as with eager hungry hands she sought to consume his body...
... in moments they were on the bed, their bodies heaving in the moonlight as the thin drapes of the four post bed fell around them. She cried out from his touch lost in desire as with the kiss of an expert lover instructing his love in the delicate art of making love...
... at length the minutes turned to hours and like their kiss before it ended. She lay there asleep wrapped only in the silken sheets of his bed as she drifted into dreams of erotic ecstasy. Her love lay beside her staring at her beautiful face in the dark light of the moon. He twirled his finger round her beautiful ebony lost cradling her as if she were a fragile doll. Gently he stroked her hair and watched her sigh in deep slumber whispering only a simple few words to her, knowing she would never hear them.*
Seph: I swear it, Maria. I swear.
*With that his hand reached up and drew the curtain string and slowly they closed enveloping the two lovers in their own world as the scene fades to black.*