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He walked among the tombstones, looking at them idly. for a moment he had to fight the urge to rake his claws on Jaxom's, just to irritate that spirit..and stopped again at Coban's. He briefly wondered if the spirits approved of his warding on the manor, as it was thier home long before it was his. He came to the empty grave, and looked at it quizzically for a moment, before guessing this was the Den mother's, being the last member of the family living..adopted or not. He sat down in front of that grave, and looked out at the stones, the angel. there were no such markers for his people. in many cases, they were buried in cairns, or burned. He wondered why humans prefered to mark the spots of the dead with the stones..or for that matter, bury the bodies under the earth.

It was just like before, wasnt it? The closer he got to saying or doing anything that fulfilled his wants, horror would rise and conquer soon after. "Hell has no power," Sitting up he ran his hand across the soft skin of her cheek and leaned forward, "over love." They kissed, but unlike before, he stood a little more resolute in his strength, the world was not darkening as exhaustion approached. Instead, the throb in his soul roared and clawed madly to break him down, with not even the smallest visible effect.

Bastet continued walking with him, her mind going slightly panicked with his words. But she had a calm look on her face when she looked at him, calming herself to be reassuring to him. "You told me you did not like being outside much, yet now you find yourself appreciating it. You have been inside studying too long, walk it more with me. I would not mind getting to know them some, but they do not seem around a lot and we have been alone for a while." She laughed showing good humor, "It is no secret that you adore children, if it were a secret you would not show it so openly. Do you want to have some more? That you can have from the start?" He was talking of charming the youth, however, he could charm them in other ways than that. "You tell me of this, some of it I already thought of. is this nto all past tense?" When he turned his face away she brought it back to look in her eyes, "Shame about your past, who does not feel that?" She took things rather easily. His thoughts came out jumbled and she had to make sense of them, it may take more than one night to do that. She would have to think on it, but for now she could be there.

Aura leaned forward into that kiss letting her hands come up to rest on his shoulders, one resting in the crook of his neck. Need for air parted them momentarily. "Expecially ours..." She brought him into another kiss. And when that one was over aura merely laid her head to his chest, hand gripping rather tightly at his shirt. She was scared of loosing him to whatever it was she had been told was in there. To whatever hell's demons had in store for him. "Saradin..."

"Oh, I must also mention I have a horrible curse whereo nthe third moon of every month I turn into a giant hamster, from space. Well, a miniture giant space hamster." Nelphean laughed softly, "NO, that isn't true, or I would be turning now-" He coughed once, "Just kidding." He said with a grin.

"Well sweet bastet, What shall we do now? We are far from the manor, and oh, my feet hurt." Nelphean lifted a foot an caught it, "I guess this means we have to sit down and rest for a while." He winked, and tosed his cloak onto the sand, a make-shift blanket. "Are there any stories you wish to tell me?" He asked as he swept her off her feet and sat with her in his arms. "Any dreams or deep thoughts?"

"Don't call me Lady. Im no more a Lady than you are the queen of bloddy england."
she shrugged.

"Im not sure....a long time ago, i know...I would say before i died...not sure the mans still alive. He called me bethamin. so it was a very very long time ago. that name is celtic. and i haven't been anywhere near that stuff in an extreemly long time."

it was suddenly unimportant, as she stoo slowly, watching him still.

"I won't stand in the way of your fight, Elias murieta. but i won't stand by and let you get yourself killed. not if you go about trying to do it on pourpose. got it comrade?"

Bastet merely laughed at his antics. OK, now he was his normal insanity level, about anyway. "Well dear Nelphean, it seems that you have made decisions for us." Before she knew it his cloak was down and she was sitting in his arms. he had a way of just doing things that caught her off guard, and jumping from topic to topic. "I have told you a story already. And I have exhausted many of my thoughts and theories for now." Taking control herself she stared into his eyes and smiled, "Do you remember how you said sometimes you talk too much at once? I am not an elven mind, I need a break every so often." His mind truly was...unique. So to quiet them both she kissed him, to talk again later.

((Sorry, I have to sleep, got stuffs to do tomorrow.))