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PostPosted: Thu Sep 25, 2014 9:57 am    Post subject: Sealing A Promise Reply with quote

((Contains reference to adult situations.))

Morning dawned, casting a warm golden glow across Ian's bedroom to caress the cheek of the woman that lay sleeping alone on the bed. The pillow beside her was rumpled, as were the blankets, but the place where he'd rested beside her was cold, as if he'd not been there for some time. Unbeknownst to her, he'd had a restless night and had risen early, too much on his mind to lie there anymore.

As the dawn warmed her cheek, Aurelia stirred, reaching out for Ian, only to encounter cool sheets. She came awake almost immediately, concern coloring her sleepy expression as she looked around the bedroom. She didn't think she could recall waking up without him there if they had fallen into bed together the night before. Concerned, she brushed her hair back out of her face, sliding from the bed and making use of his shirt to cover herself as she padded from the room. "Ian?"

She didn't have to go very far or look very hard, as his voice was heard answering from somewhere in the general direction of the kitchen. "I'll be right there!" he called, his voice slightly muffled by the walls that separated them. Whatever he was doing, it seemed he intended to join her in the bedroom momentarily.

Pausing just inside the door, Aurelia couldn't help smiling a little, stretching where she stood. "Should I get back into bed and pretend to be asleep?" she called to him curiously. She couldn't be sure, but she had a feeling that if he was promising to join her from the kitchen, they might be having breakfast in bed.

It was probably a pretty safe bet, though she had no way of knowing that he had another little surprise planned in conjunction with breakfast. "Just wait for me there!" he called back, not saying either way, though he already knew she was awake so it was probably unnecessary to pretend she was asleep.

"As you wish," she called back with a quiet laugh, turning to quickly drag her comb out of her bag and put her hair to rights before crawling back into the bed and arranging herself artfully. Between his shirt and the covers, there was nothing indecent showing, but an awful lot was suggested. This was why Ian often left the bed with his eyes tightly closed when they first woke up, unless he had nothing else to do in a day.

It wasn't more than a few minutes - just enough time for her to get herself situated - that the door was pushed open and he stepped back inside, predictably carrying a tray laden with foodstuffs. "Morning, Princess," he greeted her with a smile, though he looked like he hadn't gotten a very good night's sleep.

"Good morning, mon cœur," she smiled in answer, intelligent eyes noticing the subtle signs of a restless night in him. "How are you this morning?" she asked him softly, sitting up comfortably.

"Couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd make myself useful," he explained moving over to the bed and very carefully setting the tray down in front of her on which was a covered plate, a cup of fresh, hot coffee, just the way she liked it, a glass of orange juice, napkin, utensils, and a single white rose. Where he got that from was anyone's guess.

"You should have woken me up," she told him, leaning close to kiss him tenderly before letting her eyes wander down to the tray. A sweet smile touched her lips as she noted the rose, curiosity rising in her expression as she lifted it to her nose, dark eyes meeting his with fond affection. "Beautiful, mon cœur."

He smiled into her kiss and touched her cheek. "You looked too peaceful," he told her, settling himself on the bed beside her. He'd already eaten; this was for her.

"What of you?" she asked softly, curling her hand about the coffee cup to take a sip. She let out a low groan of delight - he knew exactly how she liked it these days, the only person she had ever met who could make a cup of coffee she would enjoy. "I hope you have eaten, Ian, or I may have to feed you some of this."

"I ate a little earlier," he assured her, smiling at her appreciation of the coffee. Like most of his countrymen, he preferred tea himself, though he didn't mind a cup of coffee now and then, and had memorized how she liked it.

"How long have you been up?" she asked, loving concern in her eyes as she set the coffee cup down and lifted the cover over the plate on the tray. "I do not like that you have been restless and I could not help you, mon cœur."

"A few hours," he replied, glancing a little nervously at the contents of the tray. It wasn't a complete lie. He had only gotten out of bed a few hours ago, though he'd tossed and turned half the night. He leaned close to brush a kiss against her lips as she lifted the cover from the plate, reaching over to slip a small blue box onto the tray while he had her distracted.

She smiled into his kiss, wondering not for the first time how it was that such a romantic, loving man had managed to stay single long enough for her to meet him in the first place. Setting the cover aside, she looked down at the tray, and blinked in surprise. Not only had he put together the kind of breakfast she truly enjoyed, but there was an unexpected little blue box on there now, too. Her smile turned faintly suspicious as she picked it up, looking over at him in quiet amusement. "Not such an unexpected proposal as you would have me believe, hmm?"

He shrugged, doing his best to hide a sly smirk. "I've just been waiting for the right moment." That, and until he had enough money to buy a halfway decent ring. Universities didn't pay their professors as much as one might think.

She giggled softly, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth affectionately. "You are quite the dark horse, my love," she murmured to him, finally opening the little box to find out what he had decided was the perfect ring to confirm their commitment to one another.

He smiled nervously into her kiss, more worried about the ring than the meal. It wasn't the fanciest or most expensive ring he'd seen, but for some reason, he thought it seemed to fit her in its simplicity, grace, and beauty. The ring itself was made of white gold, a diamond offset by a trio of blue sapphires on each side. "If you don't like it, we can exchange it for another," he told her uncertainly.
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PostPosted: Thu Sep 25, 2014 9:58 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

For a long moment, Aurelia was silent, captivated by the simple elegance of the beautiful ring he had chosen for her. He truly did know her better than anyone. "Non," she told him, shaking her head. "Non, c'est tres belle ... it's beautiful, Ian. Thank you." Touched, she kissed him once again, the tender gesture lingering for a long moment as she poured her heart into that touch.

He seemed to relax a little when she kissed him, reassured by her both her kiss and her quiet gratitude. "Vous etes belle," he told her just as quietly, emphasizing the pronoun before touching another kiss to her lips. He took the box from her so that he could draw the ring from the box and slide it onto her finger. He'd had to guess at the size, but it would be easy enough to get it resized, if necessary.

His guess turned out to be startlingly accurate. The ring slid onto her finger to rest comfortably at her knuckle, sparkling in the sunlight. She looked down at it, charmed and just a little choked up at the very real confirmation that her life - that had been so lost and without hope just a few months ago - would now forever be entwined with his. "I love you, Ian," she whispered, making a creditable attempt not to cry.

"And I love you," he echoed softly, with a caress of fingertips against her cheek. "You should eat. We have a long day ahead of us," he reminded her gently. She had come as an unexpected surprise in his life, and one he could no longer see himself without.

Sniffling through her smile, she laughed a little, turning her attention finally to demolishing the meal he had put together for her. The sparkle of diamond and sapphire on her hand kept distracting her, pausing every now and then to admire the ring, feeling her heart thump as she considered what it meant each time. "Part of me feels I am in a dream," she admitted quietly as she ate. "I could never have predicted you, and I do not think I could live without you now."

It was almost as if she was reading his mind, and he found himself smiling again. He was smiling a lot more these days, since she'd come into his life, and despite the mystery waiting for them at the cabin and the dreams that had been troubling him, he felt happier than he'd been in years. "If it's a dream, I never want to wake up," he told her, plucking a piece of fruit off her plate and popping it into his mouth. He was already dressed somewhat casually in a pair of brown trousers and a beige sweater. What his wardrobe lacked in imagination he more than made up for with his looks.

"If you ever do wake up, I will be very upset with you," she teased him softly, dipping her croissant into her coffee before bringing it to her mouth. Her eyes wandered over his chosen attire for the day, wondering what Natalya was going to do to him when the Russian woman finally met the professor. It was Natalya's fault that Aurelia dressed so well, after all.

Natalya may have managed to improve her husband's wardrobe, but Rhys still managed to dress in blue jeans and t-shirts more often than not. "I was thinking maybe we could look into marriage licenses once we get to town," Ian suggested, "if you don't think that's rushing things too much."

"I do not think we could be said to be rushing things at all," Aurelia assured him. "And since you decreed there was to be no internet last night, I am still concerned with how long the state may force us to wait." She smiled teasingly, setting the tray aside as she curled up against him, her head on his shoulder. "I could happily wake up beside you every day."

With the tray set aside, he curled his arms around her and pulled her down onto the bed beside him, though he knew if he wasn't careful, they could easily get carried away and lose half the morning in bed. "Then wake up beside me every day," he repeated, "and lay down beside me every night."

She smiled, easing herself over until she leaned over him, her hair tickling at his cheek as she looked down into his eyes. "And where will we live, mon cœur?" she asked him softly. "Here, or at the cabin?"

"Neither," he replied, eyes following her as she moved over him, his arms sliding around her waist. "We'll buy a home of our own, somewhere outside of town where it's peaceful and quiet, on a hill overlooking the valley. We'll plant a garden and get a dog and have half a dozen sons." He touched a finger to her nose as he said it, smiling happily, even if he was in part teasing. Half a dozen sons was probably a bit of an exaggeration.

"Half a dozen?" She laughed with him, nuzzling close as his arms wrapped about her waist. "Last night, we spoke of one child; now we are to have six? It will be a very full house, mon cœur."

"All right, two. Maybe three," he said, as seriously as he could, teasing her a little, but only a little. "I had a dream last night," he told her, very seriously this time. It seemed from his tone of voice that whatever he'd dreamed it had affected him deeply.

His tone told her all she needed to know. His dream had clearly not been a nightmare, but it had disturbed him enough that he could not sleep when it was done. Aurelia shifted to lie on her side next to him, her head propped on her hand as she looked down at him. "Would you like to tell me about it?"

He shrugged, turning his head to look at her. "I'm not sure I can," he admitted. "It's more a feeling than anything. Something important is about to happen. Something that's going to affect you and me. Something big. I don't think it's a bad something. I keep getting the feeling there's something we're supposed to do together. Besides get married and live happily ever after, I mean."

"Some form of premonition," she murmured. "There are spells I could try, to see if I can divine what this something is in our future. But I would not do it without your permission, mon cœur. It is your premonition."

"Not a premonition so much as... a message, of sorts. It's hard to explain." He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment so that he could try and pull the dream back up from his memory, but it was already fading. "I've dreamed it before, but this is the first time you were there with me."

She blinked, surprised and honored that somehow she had been included in something that had been promised to him a long time ago. "Perhaps Rhys or Natalya might be able to explain it," she suggested softly, making the assumption that the promise was tied up in the secret they shared from her.
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PostPosted: Thu Sep 25, 2014 9:59 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

"Perhaps," he replied. It troubled him that he couldn't tell her more, but he couldn't risk the demon side of her finding out. Not about this. "Aurelia," he said, cupping her face with a hand. "If I told you I might know of a way to get rid of the demon forever, would you be willing to try?"

"Of course." She nodded, without needing to think it over. "I trust you, Ian, and I know you have greater knowledge than I. I have already told you, I would sacrifice all magic, just to be free of the demon. It is my greatest fear, that she will break free and harm you."

"I would never ask you to sacrifice your magic, but I don't think you'll have to. I'm not afraid of the demon, Aurelia. I'm only afraid of losing you," he told her in a quiet voice, all the love he felt for her reflected in his eyes as he regarded her softly.

She curled into his arms, nestling close. She had lived all her life with the oppressing awareness of the demon she carried in the back of her mind, uncertain how it would be to live life without it there. "I would risk much to keep you safe, Ian," she murmured to him. "If you say there may be a way, I will try it. I will try anything to be free of her."

"I would do the same for you, love," he assured her, brushing her hair back from her face with a large but gentle hand. He was a gentle giant, after all. "Let me talk to Rhys and Natalya. Maybe they can make some sense of things."

"Maybe they can," she agreed softly, sighing with contentment as his hand passed over her hair. If nothing else, Rhys would at least be able to reassure Ian that she had the demon under control - if a hunter could learn to tolerate her half and half nature, then Ian should have no difficulties in coming to terms with it.

In all truth, Ian wasn't overly worried about her demonic side, except where Avalon was concerned. He'd never seen that side of her, but maybe that was a good thing. Rhys had asked him to keep an eye on her for a reason, and he was pretty sure the demon was part of it. Why him? That, he wasn't quite sure of. "So, I suppose you should get dressed so we can be on our way," he suggested mildly, though now that he was lounging in bed again, he seemed in no big hurry to be on his way.

She smirked playfully, adjusting herself until she was leaning over him once again. "Are you so very certain of that desire?" she asked innocently, delicately wriggling her newly adorned hand in front of his face. "You have no desire to have me wear this and only this?"

"Ummm..." he stammered, a little taken off guard. "I have no objections," he replied with a smile, though he was already fully dressed.

Aurelia grinned, leaning down to let the tip of her nose circle his teasingly, distracting him from the hands that were undoing her buttons. "So passionate, mon cœur," she teased him, teeth nipping gently at his lips. "I am quite overcome." The shirt she had been wearing slid off, one brow raised in a challenge to see if he could look and not touch.

He smirked, teasing her a little. "Well, I am English." And she was French. No, Belgian. Was there a difference really? He leaned back against the pillow, tilting his head a little so he could watch her, keeping his hands to himself for the moment and just enjoying the show.

She laughed, shifting until she was straddling him, kneeling up to stretch with feline grace. She was, after all, very good at teasing him. "How do I look?" she asked impishly, deliberately running her left hand over the skin he knew intimately.

She was definitely having an effect on him, even if he was doing his best not to show it. He arched a brow up at her, knowing her well enough to know she what she was trying to do. "Are you trying to seduce me, Miss Dupuis?" he asked, in his raspy English accent.

"That all depends upon if it is working, Monsieur Evans," she countered in a sweet tone, easing her hand down from her thigh to draw her thumbnail up along the zipper of his pants. Just enough pressure to make absolutely certain that he was definitely going to respond.

When she touched him, she'd be able to tell that his body was already responding to her touch, though that little bit of teasing only made it all the more agonizing. Without any warning, he flipped her onto her back, trading places with her, pinning her wrists to the bed and growling down at her before attacking her neck with his lips.

She gasped, startled by his sudden motion, her laugh at finding herself pinned down fading quickly as he attacked her senses. Unable to move her hands, she resorted to moaning tenderly, hooking her knee against his hip as her body arched beneath him, already begging without words.

He didn't focus only on her neck, his lips traveling downward, letting go of her hands at last so that his hands could join in the fun. He knew her body well by now, and yet, each time they made love, he seemed to learn something new - some nuance of her, some spot that was sensitive or touch she seemed to particularly enjoy. He enjoyed exploring her as much as she seemed to enjoy his exploration, and he took his time at it, proving that he wasn't so boring or such a slouch in bed as he claimed.

For all her teasing, he was a passionate man, and his passion fed hers. The moment her hands were free, she began to strip him - not out of any sense of fair play but out of her own selfish desire to touch and taste him before he managed to reduce her to simply lying back, helpless beneath his attentions. Ian took love-making to a new level for her each time they were close. Was it any wonder he almost constantly had to keep an eye on his zipper while she was around?

He took his time with her, but not so much so that it was agony for either of them, pulling away just long enough to help her get his clothes off. When he took her at last, he took his time as much as he could there, too. It was no hormonal teenager who made love to her, but a man with enough experience to know how to make her feel like a woman over and over again.

At some point, the tray that had held her breakfast slid off the bed entirely, but it went unnoticed as they moved together in one another's arms. Tender and loving, there was nothing else in the world in those few moments but each other, and even when the passion had subsided, they lingered close, still touching, still trading kisses. Aurelia smiled as she brushed the tip of her nose to his in the stillness they had created. "Did I make us very late in starting the day, mon cœur?"
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PostPosted: Thu Sep 25, 2014 10:00 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Tangled in the warmth of her embrace, he felt as content and lazy as a cat. "No," he replied, a little sleepy now that his passion was nearly spent. "I should have woken you last night when I couldn't sleep," he remarked, though he hadn't wanted to bother her. Now that it was morning and they were supposed to be on their way, he just wanted to lie there and savor the peace and serenity of the moment.

"Oui, you should have," she agreed, fingertips tracing nonsensical patterns against his chest as she lay against him, warm and comfortable in his arms. "I do not like the thought of you being wakeful and restless, and myself unable to help you."

"I sleep better when I'm with you," he told her quietly, one arm wrapped around her to hold her close against him. One more reason for them to move in together. It was silly to stay apart, especially now that they were going to be married. "Are you sure you won't miss the cabin?" he asked curiously.

"I will, a little," she admittedly honestly, tilting her head back to meet his eyes with a fond smile. "But I am making a little money now, I can begin to repay Rhys and Natalya for their generosity. And we will be close by. We can keep it from falling under bad influence again."

"It doesn't feel right to live there," he admitted after a moment. "We should have a place of our own." There was too much history at the cabin. It was too connected to Rhys' past and childhood that it would never truly belong to anyone else, and now that Aurelia had found Dylan's little mystery, it only seemed right that they move.

She nodded in agreement. As lovely as the cabin was now that the darkness had been exorcised from it, she felt like an intruder still, knowing that the demon had killed within those walls. Whatever it was Dylan had been hiding in that secret room only served to make that feeling worse - she could not be a part of the secret Ian, Rhys, and Natalya shared, and to live in a cabin where it had residence was wrong on many levels. "Where will we live?" she asked Ian softly, wishing she had more to contribute to their shared life than magic and an extra mouth to feed.

"Doesn't matter," he replied with a smile, leaning over to brush a kiss against her brow. "I make enough to support both of us. We can stay here for now, until we find a house of our own." There was no rush, after all, and he wanted to make sure the house they choose for their own was just right.

"When my business picks up, I will be able to contribute properly," she promised him, frowning still at how little she could offer right now. "And, of course, you may end up moving from this university to another at some point. Putting down roots too soon could be a bad decision."

"Then we'll live here for now, unless you'd like to to look for something else." The house was small but comfortable and big enough for two. It suited him for now, but he knew she might want something more homey and with a little more green space. "My lease isn't up for a while, but we can always sublet."

"I can use the garden at the cabin until we have space ourselves," she assured him with a gentle smile. Her business did rather depend on what she was growing, after all. "We will know when it is time, mon cœur."

"Or we could move to the cabin until we find a place of our own. It doesn't really matter, so long as we're together." He paused a moment before admitting again. "I sleep better when I'm with you."

"I sleep, when I am with you," she whispered softly, tucking herself a little closer. And it was true. She did not sleep more than a couple of hours at a time, if that, when she was alone. She hadn't told him before, not wanting to worry him, but knew he needed to know it, now. "I am glad I help you to rest."

He reached over to brush her hair back from her face with a gentle touch and a soft loving smile on his face. She'd never told him she had trouble sleeping without him, but he suspected there might be too many ghosts haunting the cabin for her to rest well there. "You won't be gardening much longer with winter coming. You should move in here with me, Aurelia. I don't like the idea of you living there all alone."

"Then I should tell Rhys soon that I will no longer be living at the cabin," she sighed quietly. "I will protect it, though. I will not leave it to be pawed over by anyone who passes by." She smiled up at Ian, touched by his protective instinct. "Should I start wearing a girdle and coiffing my hair, to be a proper professor's wife?"

"We'll ward it, and we're not so far away that we can't look in on it now and then," he added, in agreement. He chuckled a little at her question. "Do I seem that stuffy to you?"

"Non," she promised him, laughing quietly as she made to sit up. "You have never seemed stuffy to me, mon cœur, and I do not believe you ever will. You are simply very easy to tease." She poked her finger into his bellybutton with a wink, and shifted to slide off the bed, avoiding the thankfully unbroken debris of the breakfast tray to search out something to wear.

Thankfully, he'd called his T.A. to take over for him for a few days, so he was in no real rush to get moving, perfectly content to watch her get dressed. He tucked an arm beneath his head, feeling utterly content. "I was thinking I'd wait until we get there to call Rhys and Natalya." He knew they had a small child to care for, and there was no point in getting them out of bed before it was necessary.

"You want to be sure that you have something to tell them," she nodded, rooting through the clean laundry that was all her own, small pile though it was. "It makes sense. And they have their petit to make their waking hours a little full, right now."

"I'm sure we'll have something to tell them, but I'm not quite sure what it will be yet." There was the distinct possibility Rhys already knew about Dylan's secret room, but if he did, why hadn't he mentioned it to Aurelia? Did he just assume she wouldn't find it or was he unaware of its existence?

Aurelia was quiet for a moment, disappearing into the top she'd been wearing yesterday. She surfaced a moment later, settling her assets comfortably inside, and produced clean panties from the little pile of laundry. "I will not go into that room again," she told Ian gently. "I dare not. I cannot know what it is that is hidden there."
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PostPosted: Thu Sep 25, 2014 10:01 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

She had already found a few clues, but she seemed to lack the knowledge to put the puzzle together. He wondered if she knew anything of Avalon at all or, like most people, simply thought it a myth. "I wish I could tell you," he said with a frown. "I don't like keeping secrets from you."

"It is a necessary secret, Ian," she tried to reassure him. "Perhaps, if someday the demon can be made to leave me, perhaps then it will be safe for me to know. I do not mind you keeping this secret. I understand why."

"That doesn't make it any easier," he told her rolling off the bed before he fell asleep to collect his clothes, frowning a little at the scattered contents of the breakfast tray. Well, at least, nothing had broken. Next time, he'd have to remember to actually move the thing out of the way before they got carried away.

"I know," she told him. And she did know - magic was a secret she had been keeping from the mundane world at large for the entirety of her lifetime, from friends and lovers alike. Ian was the only one she had shown her abilities to within days of meeting him.

"We'll sort it out," he promised her as he climbed back into his pants. It would have been tempting to take the day off and spend it lounging in bed with her, but there were things they needed to do. Important things, and it wasn't getting any earlier. "Where would you like to go for a honeymoon?" he asked, now that they were engaged.

Hopping to get into a pair of jeans, Aurelia bounced off the windowsill and juddered to a stop as she looked up at him curiously. "I ... I do not know," she confessed mildly. "I must admit, I am a little wary of traveling at all. I am afraid that this Earth will somehow be different to the Earth I knew, though we have already proved that England is not."

He chuckled at her, wondering why she didn't just sit down so she could pull her jeans on without ending up on her derriere. "All right," he started as he tugged his zipper shut. "We've been to Paris and Belgium. What do you think about Monaco?"

Tugging her jeans about her hips, she paused to do them up before she met his gaze, her smile warm and curious. "I have never been to Monaco," she mused thoughtfully. "Is it a place that holds a special intrigue for you?"

There was only one place that really held any intrigue for him and Monaco wasn't it. "Not particularly, but it's Vegas with a beach and without all the tackiness. It could be fun." His gaze lingered on her a moment longer than necessary before he bent over to pluck his shirt off the floor and slide it over his shoulders. "Unless you have something else in mind," he added.

She chuckled, shaking out her hair as she turned to face him, now fully dressed and hopefully not as distracting as she had been cavorting around on his lap absolutely starkers. "I have heard it is a beautiful place," she agreed with a warm smile. "Just when were you considering having this honeymoon, mon cœur? You have only just returned to work after a sabbatical."

"There are a few holidays coming up in the fall, and if you shimmer us there, we'll save two days' travel time." It seemed he had thought this all out, but then, he hadn't slept much that night and had had time to think.

"This is true," she smiled, gathering together the contents of the tray to set them right once again as he finished dressing for the second time that day. "This honeymoon will be before you find out a way to exorcise the demon from me, then?"

"I suppose it will," he replied, remembering that she told him that her power would be somewhat diminished if and when they exorcised the demon. It seemed a small price to pay to make sure the demon could never take control of her again. "I'll wager it'll take some time to sort that out."

"I imagine it will," she nodded, careful not to let her smile slip. As much as she loved the idea of being demon-free, it would be a big adjustment for her. Shimmering was a large part of her life, and though it was a demonic ability, it didn't seem to wake the demon up from her enforced slumber.

He seemed to sense her uncertainty, even though she tried to hide it. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to, Aurelia. It is your decision, not mine," he told, assuring her that he would not force this change on her, unless it was what she wanted.

Her smile relaxed as she regarded him. "It is a big decision," she agreed quietly. "But the choice itself is already made. It is simply the changes it will bring that make me a little uncertain. I have never been without the ability to shimmer. I have never tried to live without it. It will be frustrating for a while."

"It will be more an inconvenience than anything, I think." He smiled reassuringly, though there was some hint of amusement in his green eyes. "You'll have to get used to traveling like the rest of us poor mortals."

She stuck her tongue out at him, bending to pick up the tray. "Shall we go, then, mon cœur? I believe someone said something about visiting city hall on the way to the cabin, so I assume we are driving."

He laughed, wondering if she'd been thinking about shimmering them to the cabin, when it was less than an hour's drive from there. "I think that might be best. Are you sure you can sit still long enough?" he teased, unable to hide the amused smirk from his face.

"I can behave myself," she promised with a smirk of her own. "I make no promises about continuing to behave once we are there, should you continue to tease me while looking so very desirable." Aurelia winked at him, turning to make her way from the room. At least she'd promised not to feel him up in public today.

He laughed again, proving he did not always have to as serious as he seemed. He was definitely laughing and smiling more these days now that Aurelia was part of his life. "If you say so," he told her, moving to follow her from the bedroom. He didn't believe himself to be anything special, but he was glad she thought differently.

"Ian ..." she began as they entered the kitchen, her expression thoughtful. "I am going to ask to something, but please, do not feel you must answer simply because I have asked. Yesterday, when you looked at the shield, you said Avalon. I am not familiar with the word. What is Avalon?"
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He looked a bit shocked to hear that word from her mouth, not having realized he'd mentioned it or perhaps just forgetting he had. There were so many ways he could answer that question, but while she was still harboring the demon, he couldn't answer her completely truthfully. "It's a legendary place that's part of Arthurian mythology," he explained.

This only seemed to confuse her, but she was smiling even as that expression crossed her face. "I will not ask how Templars are connected with this Avalon place," she assured him gently. "It is clearly not for me to know. I was simply curious - as I say, it is a word I have not come across before."

"I wish I could tell you, but for now, it's better if you don't know," he agreed with a frown. He'd much rather be honest with her, but he just couldn't take the chance that the demon inside her wouldn't take advantage of the information.

"I do understand, mon cœur," she promised him, turning to lay her hand over his. "Trust me when I say that I do. I know it is difficult, uncomfortable, to keep such a secret from someone you love, but it is necessary. Truly, I do understand."

He touched her face, fingers sliding across her cheek to push her hair back from her face. "It won't be forever. As soon as the demon is gone, I'll tell you everything. I promise."

"I know," she assured him, her head tilting into his touch as she smiled once again. There was an intimate trust in her eyes as she held his gaze, certain in her belief that he would share his secret with her, when it was safe to do so. That he would share everything with her, as she did with him. "Come, we should go. Before we lose the whole day."

He smiled down at her, sharing that trust, his expression full of warmth and adoration for this woman who had so unexpectedly stolen his heart. "Do you think we should wait until we get there to call the Bristols?" he asked as she reminded them both that they had a long drive and a long day ahead of them.

She shrugged, not entirely certain. "I think, perhaps, we should wait until you have seen the room itself," she suggested, moving to locate her shoes and jacket, unearthing her bag from its hiding place beneath an end table. Her hand delved inside to make certain the shield was still there, well hidden and protected. "You will know then if Rhys should see for himself what is there."

"If what you've told me is true, then I'm quite certain he will want to see it for himself, but it shouldn't hurt to wait a little longer," he replied, as he pulled on a pair of socks and shoes, before going to retrieve his well-worn and favorite tweed jacket. If the man owned a pair of jeans, he had yet to wear them.

"It is simply a suggestion," Aurelia pointed out in amusement. "If you believe you should contact Rhys sooner, then do so, mon cœur. You are the expert in this moment, not I."

He shook his head, frowning. "An expert in lore only, I'm afraid. I'm just a scholar, nothing more." Not a knight or a champion like Rhys; not a priestess like Natalya; not a sorceress like Aurelia. In his mind, that was what she was whether she knew it or not. A modern-day Morgaine, perhaps. He had a feeling she might have some part to play in all this, though he wasn't yet sure what it was. As for himself, he was merely the one who would hopefully know how to put all the pieces of the puzzle together. He pulled the jacket on over his shoulders, patting his pockets to make sure his wallet and keys and phone were still there. He'd left a few changes of clothing at the cabin, so even if they ended up staying a few days, he didn't have to worry about packing anything to take along.

"Lore is worth a good deal, in the face of myth and legend," she told him, her palm gently cupping his cheek as she moved to join her fiance by his own front door. "What good is all the magic of the earth, if there is no wisdom to guide it? A lore-master has great worth, Ian. Do not forget that."

He said nothing in return, taking her at her word. If only the Lady had felt the same way. The Lady of Avalon. He had not spoken to her or even caught a glimpse of her, but he'd felt her presence in the very depths of his soul, and he had never felt anything like it since. She had rejected him, denied him entry to her domain, and yet the memory of his short time there burned in his heart and his mind. As content as he was with Aurelia, it would never let him be, until he found his way back there again. He waited for her at the door and took a last glance around the quaint house the two of them had shared this past night. He had no idea what he'd find at the cabin, but he had a feeling they were about to embark on one of life's great adventures.

((The plot will thicken with the next scene. And it's shaping up to be a goodie already! Keep an eye out!))
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