The Awakening (GreyQueen & Darklaz)

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The Awakening (GreyQueen & Darklaz)

Sara hesitated only slightly before moving closer. Her hand slipped into his, leaving this feeling of certainty that all would be fine. Somehow, she knew that Acheron would not let anything happen to her. Sara allowed herself to be pulled up onto the windowsill and into his arms. She bit her lip upon looking down as the feeling of fear started to spike. "H-hey....maybe this isn't...I mean....I'm not exactly light...."

Still, as she pressed close to the gargoyle's side, she never completely felt as if this would be a mistake. He clearly knew what he was doing, after all he had already flown with her once. Now it would be for enjoyment and not out of surprise. "Just...don't let go for me...."
 
"I would never drop you. You are safe with me. Carried or held, Sara? Either is perfectly safe and secure."
He offered her as they stepped to the small balcony.

Acheron was still a little confused by the new feelings but knew one thing for certain: he would always protect her, and everything seemed right with the two of them together.
 
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"C-carried," she gasped, clinging tightly to the male, her hear racing at the thought of being in the air again. Heights had always terrified her since her childhood. She avoided them if she could...and now she was willing to be carried up far higher than she had ever been outside of a plane. "I....I'm trusting you here..."

Even with all that she faced, Acheron's hold comforted her. Honestly, she would be more afraid leaning out alone than with her self-appointee guardian so close. It felt more than that, even. This creature...he stirred so much in her that Sara was left nearly dazed. What had she gotten herself into?
 
With a nod, Acheron picked her up and held her close as he spread his wings and took flight.
In moments, they were aloft and soaring above the city.

"This is the world as I see it. Small yet vast. Teeming yet empty. Lit up at night like a nest of fireflies."
 
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Sara gave a muffled yelp from where she had buried her head against his chest, her arms firmly around his neck. At first, the young woman couldn't bring herself to open her eyes. She sensed how far above the land by how thin the air seemed to her. Yet Acheron's hold never lessened. He held her close, encouraging her by his words to look out. Immediately her breath caught, and she pulled herself even closer to him.

For as far as she could see, the city stretched out below them. Buildings almost seemed like over sized playthings and the people below little ants. Acheron had been right. She knew well that the city had so much light in it, yet here where everything appeared so small, it was....oddly empty. The lights spread out as a blanket and appeared to her as a sea of stars. "It's..." she gasped, pulling closer yet when an air stream caused them to raise and fall for a moment, "...beautiful..."
 
"This is the world in my eyes. I can sense those in my care. Your father, son of he who made me, has a taste of authority almost like ... seasoned leather. Your mother like a lesser but different strength than your father.
But you ... The sense is that of rightness and balance. Harmony and fulfillment.
Completion. Home. And security."
 
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"Home, huh?" Sara sighed and she forced herself to relax. "Those are some...flattering words. I suppose....When I think of you...I feel safe, and that's not just because you are holding me hundreds of feet in the air, either...." She laughed a bit to herself before looked at his grey-skinned face, "Acheron...I..." Another gust of wind rocked their forms, causing Sara to shriek and press face against the nook of his neck. "I'm okay...I'm okay...Just...give me a moment..."
 
"I shall take us home then. I would have you safe and secure, my Sara. The sky is always here. There are ... stirrings I do not yet understand. Holding you close is right."

He banked and guided them back to the loft window. As they landed, a miniature angel resembling her toppled from atop the shelves.
He sat her down gently and retrieved it.
"This looks like you, Sara." he observed with wonder.
 
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Sara could merely nod her head as she held him tighter upon sensing their decent. It...disappointed her that she had been so afraid. Naturally, this is what most felt, but for some reason, she had wanted things to go smoother. Still, she would not deny that being in Acheron's arms had an odd reaction in her chest. Almost....almost as if she had butterflies stirring about in there...

Once back, she stretched out the tension that settled in her body until she heard his words. The artist peered curiously over the gargoyle's shoulder and smile softly at the miniature. "It does...I..I wish I had known that Gramps was so talented. All I ever remember of him was his...not so great works. But he loved it making them anyway and it inspired me to follow in his footsteps...maybe a little more than I thought I would now that I think about it." Sara laughed a bit to herself, resting her cheek on the broad of his shoulder without really thinking about it. "...Sorry to have caused us to come back so soon...I...I did enjoy it, I just...don't do heights well. I am actually really envious that you can fly, Acheron. I've always wanted to have wings like an angel...I guess Gramps picked up on that. Always calling me his Angel..."

The artist pulled herself away from the gargoyle with a blush, suddenly realizing how she had been leaning on him when a light breeze blew into the loft and she pressed herself closer away from the chill. She moved to turn completely away to avoid any more embarrassment when a slight movement caught her eye. A page from the shelf the miniature once sat on must have caught the wind and now came winding down to the floor. "What's this?" she blinked and reached down to pick up the old page.
 
"Feels like magic and old powers.
I can taste the essence of the stars in the words. Perhaps it is what is needed to complete the ritual and grant me life.
I would be free in the day to be there for you."
He considered what that would be like and images came to his slowly awakening mind, all involved Sara and him together.

"I like that you enjoy flying. I want to take you for a longer, higher flight one day."
 
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"During the day? You mean...you can't move during the day?" Sara questioned as she glanced over the page. All of the writing look just like Gramps' handwriting. It must have been from the journal, but why was it stashed away? Most of it was ramblings about binding of a spell and needing more time. At the bottom, however, her grandfather wrote about how blood can only bring life and that the Life Giver has the power needed in order to give life to that is stone. Then the entry continued on with another strange verses similar to that as found before in the journal itself.

"Wha...?" She frowned, a bit uneasy now. "It...keeps talking something about...needing the blood of the Life Giver in order to..." Her voice trained off and she glanced over to the handsome winged man, "...give you life. There looks to be a spell here...but, um....It doesn't say how. Life Giver, I am assuming is...either Gramps...or me. If it's Gramps, then...but if it's me, than we can find someway to help you."
 
A murky thought formed in Acheron's mind. Something about blood and life and ... It was gone. But he had a little bit.
"Life giver. It would be new life for me.
Birth. Females are life givers. Your blood, Sara, will birth me into a new life. "
 
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Sara chuckled nervously, as she took a step back from the gargoyle, "Right...my blood... will birth you... right." It was...a bit terrifying to think that he needed her blood to live... Was he really a statue or a vampire? Either way, Sara knew deep down she would be willing to help him however she may. It was just that she wasn't sure how her blood would be used, or, a more worrisome thought, how much he would need.

A sudden clammed of chimes filled the air. The young woman jumped with a slight shriek, spinning fast to face the mounted wall clock that noted the late hour. Her flame colored hair covering her face from her quick movement and making her groan in frustration. "Right...w-well...it's late...and I think I should, um, get some sleep, you know? I...I have work tomorrow, and we need some time to think about this spell..."
 
"Sleep well, my Sara. Tomorrow evening I will await your return. Time enough after you are rested. I shall ponder as I slumber."
Acheron leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead, surprising both of them.
 
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Sara's face flushed darkly the moment his lips brushed her skin. Her heart jumped and she froze in place. He...he just kissed her forehand. Her stomach flopped, though not out of unease... "I...I...u-um... Okay... Thanks...for the goodnight kiss?" Yeah. Yeah, that must must totally be what it was! Or maybe he had noticed someone else do similar back when her Gramps was here. Yeah!
 
"Pleasant dreams, little life giver. I stand guard over your rest. This home is protected. Your grandfather saw to it."

He knew of his maker's wards. As a gargoyle, he could see and feel them. Plus he was bound to them as he was connected to the family.
 
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Sara nodded shakily at his words and moved towards the door. She paused, however, and glanced back at the winged male, "Listen..there is...a spare bedroom. I don't know how you sleep, but...you're welcome to the bed. I'd hate for you to be uncomfortable." The redhead leaned on the doorframe while rubbing her arm, "And if you need anything...I'm just down the hall."
 
"I do not need sleep the same as you.
I thank you for the offer,Sara. I am here if you need me. Your room has a balcony.
I can post there. You will be safe."

He wanted to hold her, close and not let go. She was his. He did not approve of her leaving his sight.
 
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Sara's heart skipped a beat at the thought of the gargoyle so close. "Ah...Right, o...okay then..." she murmured and made her way out of the studio to her new room.

When she first acquired the house, she had been a bit unnerved by thought of sleeping in the same room her grandparents used. She decided instead to make that the guest room and take the slightly smaller extra room as hers. It did indeed have a lovely little balcony that over looked the backyard and garden. The glass door of said area were positioned at the perfect angle with the bed so that she could look out onto it. Such design, however, kept her up off and on during the night. Sara would roll onto her side facing the balcony only to open her eyes to see the outline of the winged male.

At one point, when the cool of the room nipped at her nose, Sara produced a spare blanket from her dresser. She crept outside, and gently placed the blanket over Acheron's shoulders. She shyly shrugged, "It's a little cold out..."
 
Acheron looked at her curiously.
"I do not feel the cold, but if you are chilled I can hold you."

He opened his arms, wings wide, for her.
He felt deep down that this was where she belonged. In his arms, wrapped in his wings. With her in his arms, he was at peace.
 
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