Forbidden Love

This is actually part of a story I wrote a while ago... (C) by Dragenruler 09

~Please scroll down~ - The moon gleamed with warmth as the soft stars lazily danced to the rhythm of the enveloping breeze. The light roseate blossoms flew across the prickling dark green bushes and through the tall braided trees that hid the place from unfaithful eyes. Everything had begun many moons ago… His dusky ebony hirsute hair danced around as the breeze softly tapped it every second or so making it slap against his forehead often. His dusky midnight eyes contemplated the small peaceful meadow, tensing at every soft wild sound that came out of the endless forest as the bushes scratched against each other and the branches of the tallest trees slapping. “Nicholas…!” Nicholas turned around, his eyes narrowed in the gloomiest night air. The bushes scratched and the trees slapped as another breeze flew swiftly by. He turned hastily towards the rustling bushes as his dusky eyes tried to adjust to the darkness of the silent night. “Talia…” Her murky hair lazily drooped around her small figure as her misty vague green eyes shined with heavy tears. Her dress seemed more torn and muddied than before, it wasn’t in mind right now. He had seen her in less many moons ago. She seemed fragile and softer as she got pulled onto the light breeze pulling her towards his godly chest. His black satin shirt felt damped as she silently cried onto it, her head barely reached his shoulder blades but it did not matter. She fitted utterly well in his arms, like he could protect her from harm’s way; no evil would lay its hands on her small body. But he knew it wasn’t the time to worship her beautiful body or her enchanting murky onyx hair. Nicholas glanced upwards as the small crickets cricked into the nights lonely air. Peaceful and beautiful They both knew it would not last long but they tried to make it or let it last, but alas, it was not meant. “Nicholas, I was never worthy of thy. I knew it would come to an end too soon.” Her breath brushed against his damped shirt, making a shiver run down his spine. “Talia… you are more than worthy.” Impassive, but Talia knew why. Why everything was icy with him and she could not blame. After all the many moons they sat together, silently or talking. She knew how he sounded when he was honestly impassive or trying to show his affections. She knew it all… “You truly do not know…” She murmured between soft snivels, lacing his black shirt between her long silky fingers, hitting him carelessly. Nicholas laced his fingers through her long free hair, lifting her head up from against his chest. Her green vague eyes shined in the darkness of the night as her tears gleamed. “Don’t speak, tonight, our last night. Let it just be us, no talking nor seeing, just feeling.” He pushed her against him, not wasting any time they had left. Her plum lips left like velvet against his, soft but burning with fire. Pushing her closer, they didn’t need the space, not tonight. Nicholas let out a low groan, his throat burning with the sensation that they had not had in a few moons. He cupped her cheeks letting her rake her soft hands through his shaggy black hair, deepening the kiss. For tonight, he was not letting go easily. He knew that after this night with Talia, nothing would be as it was… Everything was changing… He was ordered to marry her master, Mary Loveland.