Slowly, hesitantly, as if in a dream, the woman lifted her hand. Her fingers moved of their own accord to trace the line of his jaw gently, oh so gently, finger pads tingling with the contact as their eyes locked.
She then said something that was almost a whisper on the wind, barely able to say it in the silence.
"I’ve wanted to do that for so long...”
Raven coughed and exhaled harshly, he was dying. A small trickle of blood glittered in the moonlight as it rolled slowly over his bottom lip. The moon relfected in Farryn's tears as she brushed his hair out of his face.
"Raven, I need you," she said staring into his emerald, pain filled eyes. "Stay with me..." she whispered her request as the wind picked up and swirled her cloak. She shivered as Raven coughed again.
"You know I would," He managed to whispered in reply. His chest rose and fell for the last time as he drifted to where he could be hurt no longer.
Farryn felt the tears coarse down her face as she placed her head on his chest. She had protected everything with so much selflessness and now when it came to the one thing she wanted, she was too late.
2007-06-01[~Ithika~]: yew, I'm awesome, just read it for the first time in ages...