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Post by rayvan on Jan 13, 2009 23:42:30 GMT -6
As Hiero took off as if her were a bullet train running behind schedule, he clutched her to his chest as if she were the most fragile thing in the world. She wasn't worried on the least about being dropped, or him stumbling, she knew she was snug as a bug in a rug and nothing could happen to her as long as she was within the circle of his arms.
When they stopped, her skin was stinging slightly from the cold but she wasn't in the least bothered by it, she felt more refreshed than she had in quite some time. She noted the look on Hiero's face, as if he too felt something, or almost remembered but couldn't quite find it either. His response to her question though was just what she had been hoping for, as if she had waited a lifetime to hear those words again from him, but how was that possible?
Once she was on her feet again she clutched at him, she wasn't sure she wanted to turn him loose, she was afraid if she did he would fade away and it would be as if her were never there. Her breath caught in her throat, and she swayed slightly on her feet, the thought of him not being here if she blinked to long had her heart feeling as if it would break in two. "You're not a dream are you? Not a delusion of my addled mind? You won't disappear if I close my eyes?" There was a tremor to her voice that she couldn't control, she was on the verge of tears and she knew it.
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Post by Hieronymous Banks-Walker on Jan 13, 2009 23:57:54 GMT -6
There were very few definitives in life. Hierowas certaindefinitivelycertainthat he would notdisappear from Rayvan. It was as if he finally had that missing piece to the puzzle of himself. It was a piece he hadn't known was missing. However now that it was found it was the singular linchpin to the whole ensemble of his being.
Platitudes and vows rushed to his lips at Rayvans question. Hiero could easily stand here for an eternity promisinghimself to her. Yet he himself had the same fear. The same trepidation of losing what could be and already was the best part of himself. Instead of crying to heaven declaring this real he proved it in the most... definitive way he could.
Their first kiss was a rushed affair of opportunity. This kiss was no mere purloined expression of joy. This kiss was the outpouring of every promise of adoration ever stated. the heatof this passionate exchange could light the world ablaze. It froze time and the very molecules of air about them. It was the truest statement of their validity that could be...
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Post by rayvan on Jan 14, 2009 0:11:08 GMT -6
When he moved into her and his head lowered to her own, her heart stopped. When their lips touched it pumped blood through her veins like a runaway train down a mountain. His mouth scorched her own, her arms slipped around his neck and held on for dear life and drinking the fluid of life from him.
She gave him everything that she was, and felt herself melt into him. Her body warmed, and her heart beat in time with his while his. It was as if everything were now right with the world and nothing bad could touch her. There was such an outpouring from her that she felt as if she would dry up and blow away like the leaves that blew across the ground at their feet, having dropped from the trees.
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Post by Hieronymous Banks-Walker on Jan 15, 2009 2:21:21 GMT -6
Pulling away was like breaking an electric current. Hiero felt the jolt of built in fireworks hit him full force. Not being in direct contact made the wind about them feel colder and the world bleaker. Hieros lips ached for the furnace of her touch...
There were however other appetites to satiate. Using every ounce of his reserve of strenght Hieor forced himself to remove the helmet on his bike and hand it to Rayvan."Here we are my love. Lets get our mortal appetites filled..."
Hiero climbed ontyo the bike steadying it and extending his hand to help Rayvan climb on. The offer was for more than the aid of helping her mount his bike. In that one gesture he was offering her his hand and all that went with it.
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Post by rayvan on Jan 15, 2009 13:26:39 GMT -6
As their lips parted it felt as if her soul were being pulled from her body by a string that had attached itself to Hiero. It wasn't a painful process, it was just very disconcerting really, something she had never felt before and wasn't expecting. She knew from this moment on that for whatever their souls were entwined, for better or worse.
She took the helmet that was offered her, but was in a daze at his words, my love, had he really said that? Or had it been wishful thinking? No she had really heard him say those words, her smile could have outshone the sun had it still been above the horizon.
Quickly sliding the helmet on her head, she reached out and took his hand. Instantly her body was once more filled with a warmth that had nothing to do with temperature and everything to do with the fullness in her heart. Swinging her leg over the back of the bike, she settled in and wrapped her arms around his waist, and settled in close behind him. Partly to break the wind, but mostly just to get as much body contact as she could. "Ready when you are my darling."
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Post by Hieronymous Banks-Walker on Jan 15, 2009 13:53:37 GMT -6
It was impossible. Or at least it should have been. hiero had missed the feelingof Rayvan against him. With her pressing against his back it was as if he had finally obtained a feeling that he'd longed for. It was a common understanding that you couldn't miss what you'd never had. Yet here he was having done just that. Kick starting the bike Hiero shifted his weight and took off. The wind whipping about them would proclude any verbal conversation. They were in communication. Their bodies were inventing a language of their own. It was a discovered language that defied all logic and reason. It was the most honest form of communing that'd ever existed. There was no dissemination no unspoken truths. Just open and honest relaying and translating of information.
All too soon they were at the Cal Harbor restaurant. The roads even would not deny them. The usual Chicago traffic semed to have taken a holiday in honor of the meeting of these two souls. the rideleft Hiero windswept and glowing. Having Rayvan by his side lit his features in a way that most would have never thought possible. Steadying the bike Hiero offered his hand to help Rayvan dismount. He'd have loved the ride to continue for a few moments more but he knew in his heart of heart this was not the last time they'd ride.
Watching Rayvan dismount Hiero followed mounting the helmet back on the bike. He could already taste what near gourmet goodness that Pablo would whip up. The man was a culinary genius he could make spam into a five star meal. Smiling He couldn't waitto see what Rayvan thought of the homey decor ...
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Post by rayvan on Jan 15, 2009 14:09:03 GMT -6
As long as man had been a thinking being there had been tales about soul mates, folk stories about there being one and only one soul upon the earth that was meant to be with only one other. Some people truly believed in this age old myth but Rayvan never had until this moment. She had been a cynic in many ways after the life that she had led, the things she had seen in her years.
She now whole-heartedly believed that there was no other on the planet that she was meant to be with, no man that could set her heart to fluttering like a caged butterfly, or cause her soul to sing an up until now a completely undreamed of tune that was so beautiful it would bring tears to the most hardened criminal.
Rayvan didn't notice the traffic or lack of it, she was lost in her thoughts and the feel of his body so close to hers, saying things that could never be translated into words. Every valley and peak of their two bodies met and fit together. Their hearts beat in time to a music that could not be heard by the human ear. Far too soon the ride was over and Hiero slid from her grasp to dismount the bike.
She slid the helmet free of her head and shook out her long main of hair, then grasped his hand and slid free of the bike as well. Her nose twitched at the wonderful aromas wafting out of the restaurant, and her stomach growled in response. She clapped her free hand over her mouth to stifle a very girlish giggle and smiled up at the man that she now knew without a doubt, in a space of a few minutes she had fallen completely in love with.
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Post by Hieronymous Banks-Walker on Jan 15, 2009 21:52:31 GMT -6
Hiero waved to Pablo as they entered. The decor was its usual homey dive chic spruced up with holly and greenery left from the christmas season. The scent of the fresh plants only added to the pleasant aroma of Pablo's cooking. Resting his hand on Rayvans back he guided her to his usual table against the window.
Speaking in her ear as they reached their destination, " that my dear is Pablo, he is the best cook and maybe chef in the entirety of Chicago. Nothing goes better after a night of carousing like his victuals..." Thinking himself forward he held in abeyance 'except the sight of you'. Hiero knew how he felt about Rayvan and wouldn't let anything get in the way of his spending the rest of his life in her presence. He marvelled at the smile that was plastered to his face. Just being close to her had his thoughts light and airy.
As the waitress came over to take their order Hiero looked to Rayvan watchingher expression. Enjoying as she took in the sight and sound of the place. From the window they could if so inclined view the Pullman district. That bit of history which had been a sterling example of Chicagos past; was nothing but an invisible backdrop to fireworks between them...
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Post by rayvan on Jan 15, 2009 22:17:23 GMT -6
Her eyes widened as they entered the restaurant, it looked so much like the ones that she had frequented back in Philly in the days when she lived there. It was like walking back in time, back into a life that she had left behind long ago. Maybe it was a sign of sorts, telling her that she could be happy again, could find that place between the past and the future that was the now and be able to reside there with the man beside her.
She saw Hiero wave at a man, and wondered at it but only for a moment before Hiero told her who it was. So that was the chef? How interesting that Hiero knew the man that well, it was a good sign in her eyes. She had a feeling she would be spending quite a bit of time here.
Once they were seated Rayvan had only eyes for Hiero though, "I love it, even if the food was only passable it would be worth it to come in here." Her eyes shown with a light that few had seen in the last years, a light many had thought died with the bullet to her head. "Thank you Hiero," she wanted to say so much more than that but she didn't know how to verbalize what she was feeling, no that wasn't true. "I love you."
The words were barely whispered, more of a loud exhalation really than true words but she had said them none the less. Her face turned bright crimson, appalled at her forwardness, she had never even been inclined to blurt out something like that, until now.
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Post by Hieronymous Banks-Walker on Jan 15, 2009 22:58:30 GMT -6
The text book definition of love was deep affection, fondness and a few other synonyms for appreciation and caring. The list is a long one. It comes with variations on the theme as well as minor deviations and vernacular euphemisms. In short no one not even some of the brightest linguistic minds on the planet could name properly what was transpiring within the space of heartbeats.
Hiero could. Life. Thats what Rayvan meant to him. Life and the magic inherent in the possiility of it. Rayvan in the courseof a few moments had become that intrinsic to his continued existence. the world seemed a brighter place. Allof te issues of the past few weeks and months washed away in the validation of his being by a few words spoken softly...
He could crow like Pan at hearing those words. The words that now gave his heart reason to beat. Words that reverberated through him moving from cell to cell as surely as the blood in his veins. He had the greatest urge to wax poetic about the way he felt. A thing he'd never before thought of ever doing. He wanted to run home and make a mix CD of how Rayvan made him feel.
Ths moment would be forever frozen in the amber of his memory...
He hadn't realized that he was holding her hand. Nor had he realized how far over the table they were leaning toawrds each other. He didn't notice how his lips sought hers. He did know and give voice to his thoghts. Spoken through lips that were only seconds from remerging with hers...
"I have never heard anything more magical. I have loved you since before I knew you existed..."
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