His Past, Her Mistake

He felt her shift and he opened his eyes and looked into her eyes. "Morning," he said softly, stroking her hair back from her eyes. He had been meditating-again-awakened by the morning sun and watching her sleep for a few moments. She looked ageless and beautiful in slumber, the anger, defiance and fear that aged her face washed away in favor of pleasant dreams. The pink glow clung to her like a second skin, its luminescence making her beauty unearthly, alien. He liked it.
He didn't drop her onto the branch beside him; he was reluctant to let her go. If she complained, though, he would set her down.
He watched as the pink glow flashed a darker shade for a moment, which he knew was, to be frank, a deeper level of love. The deepest was a dark ruby red, close to black, and he had never seen it for himself. He hoped, when he saw it, it would emanate from Miyanna.
 
Miyanna blinked slightly in shock, but didn't fling herself back when he opened his eyes to look at her; she had sensed he was awake, but only because of her weariness brought forth from her last encounter with his supposedly sleeping form. "Morning..." She muttered, turning her eyes away slightly as he brushed her hair back from her green gaze. The Siren was currently unaware that he had been watching her sleep during his meditative state and it would most likely send her into a rude fit of rage if she was to find out such a notion. She knew not of how his mind praised her unearthly beauty when slumbering, and so wasn't round into the anger that aged her so, at least as he thought of it. Many encouraged her rage, intimidated but also excited by the defiance and domination she could give, as well as the spirited responses and demands she often made.
However, this was not the case with him, at least not now.
Miyanna was growing fond of him, especially the way in which he handled her rage and fire; none had been so calm around such actions, nor so domineering, in a sense. It pleased her greatly, but also frustrated her. As a Siren she felt threatened by the prospect of loving someone, especially when she knew that love meant entrapment for someone of her race. Despite her torn feelings, she couldn't resist the allure of such a foreign emotion and allowed more of it to infiltrate her heart and soul. If she knew of his ability to read aura's then she may have tried to contain her secretly loving and adoring emotions for him better in order to hide her secret.
Miyanna, while thinking of all of this, remained silent and uncomplaining about being so close to him. She, in fact, relished in being in such a comforting grasp, having rarely experienced it in the many lustful encounters she had taken part in - be it from both men and women. She allowed her head to rest against him, the softness of his touch softening her but by no means breaking her rude and feisty spirit.
 
He didn't move at first- he didn't want to provoke her. But he couldn't help it, with her so close to him.He kissed her slowly, making sure he wouldn't fall off the tree. He was sure, now, that if he could look at his own aura, it would be a deeper shade of red, although not the deepest shade. It wasn't usually this easy for him to fall in love, but he found it easy to fall in love with Miyanna, a girl so alive when he was not.
He kissed her again, a ghost of a smile on his lips, his eyelashes sweeping his cheeks.

He was sure now. He loved her, even though she might be afraid to.
 
Miyanna didn't care for his reactions much, simply content with being in his embrace. It was true that she was fond of him now, especially since her attraction to him grew higher with every passing moment, however she didn't deem it as love. She was unsure of such an emotion, especially when she had never been so close to someone in such a manner. Her eyes blinked, widening when she felt his lips against hers. At first she was curious and so she kissed back, however it soon turned to confidence as they kissed.
This was something she was used too, not loving affection and romance.
She was more familiar with carnal desire and raw instinct.
At the feeling of his soft smile against her lips she pulled back, realising she was digging a hole that she may not be able to climb out of with such actions; he couldn't begin to care for her, it would prove difficult when she moved on. After all, it was in her nature to be such a way. Her green gaze looked away, her mind rambling with so many different questions and worries.
She could not ​fall in love.
 
(:O WTF? Confuzzled...)
Aryn took her chin in his hand when she looked away; what was wrong? Her green eyes were guarded, shielded. Afraid? He kissed her, gentle, kissing her as he had never kissed anyone before, his lips a memory of a kiss, sweet and almost tangible. "What are you thinking?" he murmured, not daring to look for himself. He could, but it would be rude to her.
 
[I double posted 'cause my internet had frozen on me then. >x< Sorry.]

Miyanna was so unsure and confused by both herself and him, all these feelings overwhelming her as she gently pushed at him, pushing him away as well as herself. "I can't be this way with you." She quickly told him, blunt and to the point as she always was. Her eyes looked to him, hard and ravaged with emotion; she was conflicted with what she should feel, especially for someone she had only met a day ago. She hadn't wished to hurt him, though secretly she harboured no remorse for her bluntness; she was doing what she had too.
It was then that she fully pushed away from him, hopping up onto a branch away from him. She offered no words of how she felt nor any concerning his feelings. She needed to think and he would do good to leave the Irish beauty to think. Her emotions were ravenous inside of her, smashing against her defences like a powerful storm - one that threatened to spill over into her mask of indifference.
 
( D: I thought I posted! Sorry!)
Aryn frowned lightly. What he he done wrong. He looked away from her, leaping lithely down from the tree and hoping no harm would come her way as his wings opened and he flew, up higher and higher until the tree was only a speck in the forest. What did I do? From the many years of his life, he knew from accidental observations he had been doing something right. A thought sprung to him. Oh! She is a Syren. Their kind is usually after lust, not love. But her words still chipped at him, making him feel like he was unraveling at the seams, like the day he had died and brought back to life...
He was laying facedown in the snow, wondering how he was still alive to feel he was cold and in pain. He had felt himself die. A memory came to him, not quite his own, of a woman's voice telling him it was not his time. His body hurt like nothing he had felt before, like his blood was glass and his skin was breakable paper. Something felt different to him, though. He realized there was something heavy weighing him down, and he slowly reached up to touch his wings, wincing in pain.
 
((It's fine! D:))
Miyanna isolated herself upon the branch above him, watching the distance while chewing her lip nervously. She tried to conceal the emotions that dwelled within her, but it was slowly becoming unbearable. Her eyes flicked to watch his movement, leaning forward as he lept away, climbing higher and higher in the sky with the aid of his powerful and beautiful wings. Her green eyes stared wide up at the sky, a look of denial crossed with guilt upon her face; she had never meant to harm him with her words, if anything she had been trying to save him from it. Surely he understood that a Siren could never truly love, but were instead merely the instruments of lust and passion.
Miyanna hugged her bare knees close to her chest as she perched upon her branch, eyes glistening with slight tears at her conflicted emotions that stirred within. It was tearing her mind apart to thing of such things; love, loyalty and pain all in one fell swoop. She wept quietly to herself, however she soon gave a growl and lept down from the tree, wiping at her eyes furiously. She felt awful. There was only one way in which a Siren could get over such a feeling.

She needed to get drunk.
 
Aryn shivered in rememberance of the pain he had endured, but also in rememberance of the immense relief he had felt when he had found he was alive and breathing. He hadn't gotten a real chance to live, and now he couldn't thow it all away, throw her away. He needed to help Miyanna learn to deal with love.
He returned to their tree to discover she was no longer there. He didn't sense any lingering presence of danger, so he lept to a branch and laid with his back against the trunk, wings curled around him as he sighed. There was a burning in his chest, one that both repulsed and intrigued him to no end. It was like a pleasant heartburn, and it intensified around Miyanna. What was it? He was too emotionally exhausted to dwell on it, so he closed his eyes, releasing his senses, and waited.
 
Still stalking away, Miyanna refused to turn back and check to see if Aryn was by the tree; she couldn't give into the sorrow that tried to consume her, it just wouldn't be right too. So she kept walking, dodging the trees and ignoring the sting that twigs and the leaf litter caused underfoot. The more she dwelled on her sadness, the quicker that she began to walk until she finally broke into a run.
Running.
That's all she did, continue to run until she was met with the edge of the large wood, a neat little town settled just some walk away. She smirked, knowing that this would be where her sanctum lay, even if this may be the place where those hunters hailed from. Regardless, she sauntered into the town, her rustic charm and beaten appearance causing her to receive some looks but she brushed them aside; she was looking for one thing after all. Money was of no issue as she pushed open the doors to the pub, her green eyes scanning around for her first victim to use and abuse before finally relenting to them. Aryn should be thankful, her mind spat, she was saving him from this heart ache.
 
Aryn found her walking into a pub and sighed. Of course, he thought sadly. She doesn't know how to deal with her newfound emotions, so she just will try to make them dissappear... Aryn knew that there was going to be trouble there for the pubmen and Miyanna soon, with her breathtaking good looks and their thirst for one-night smiles that they never get. Until now. Aryn flew as fast as he could and sat on the roof of the pub, waiting to intervene at the slightest whisper of trouble. He opened his mind and found himself looking out of a lonely young hunter's eyes, his usual mental defenses lowered by whiskey and beer. The hunter-Sean- was staring a Miyanna out of the corner of his eye and hoping quietly she would come over to him so he could buy her a drink. He would, no doubt.
Sean was tall and good looking with a rough, square jaw line and slightly curled hair. His eyes were a light blue-grey, like a morning fog, and a spray of brown freckles under his eyes and across the bridge of his proud nose made him look slightly boyish, although he was almost thirty. His hands and arms were rough and strong from years of practiced archery and it was ovbious he ran in the mornings with his thinly corded muscles. Sean sighed, his breath fogging the lip of the shot he had been about to drink.
 
Unaware that Aryn had finally found her and was currently watching over her, Miyanna slipped into the familiar sight of the pub. A smile crept its way to her lips, her hand brushing back her hair in a somewhat alluring manner as she flicked her green eyes around. Now, just who would be lucky enough to be granted the chance of buying her a drink? So many were looking over her and she could easily take any one of them, but she would be picky with who she targeted - they needed to look decent, and smell nice, but most of all she needed to be sure that they would taste absolutely divine once she revealed her true self. With a purr she eyed her victim, a tall and muscular man, no doubt an archer, with light curls and a faint dusting of freckles. He had been watching her too and so she sauntered over, bare feet silent against the wooden floor underfoot.
Once she reached his side she flicked her eyes ahead of her, though was watching him from her peripheral vision. She wouldn't rush things since she needed to be absolutely sure about her intended target; there was no use in wasting time and effort when the meal that would come of it wasn't going to be the best she could get. After a few moments she brushed her auburn hair back in order to cast an alluring glance Sean's way. "So...Buy a lady a drink?" She purred slightly, her Irish accent still very much there as it aided her in her cause as she questioned him. That shot he was about to take looked very inviting, she may just take it from him. No, her mind whispered, chuckling lightly, take it slow, reel him in.
 
Sean set his glass down and gave her a small smile. She was beautiful, he was thinking, and Aryn couldn't help but agree with him quietly. They both stared into her emerald eyes as Sean nodded, too stunned to speak. She hadn't told him what she wanted, but Aryn knew Miyanna just wanted to get drunk. Sean ordered her a shot of what he was having, hoping to satsify her. The hunter was hoping she wouldn't turn her nose up at it and ask for something else- this wasn't the place where women usually walked in and drank. Maybe, Sean thought, Maybe she's lonely, too.

((Sorry for the short post >.< ))
 
((It's fine. ^^))

Miyanna sent an alluring smile back to Sean, noticing the way his eyes traced over her; it was almost heartbreaking that he would have his final moments - if his taste pleased her - being used in such a way. Almost. This wasn't something she had a choice about when thought about seriously, it was in her blood to do this to men. She stayed quiet as he ordered her drink, deciding to put her plan into motion, starting with a gently slide forward so that they were closer in proximity. She wanted to get a feel for him, to get to know him in the way only a siren could. There were many things she would assess him on, and the drink he brought her was partly a factor, but not very big. Alcohol was something Miyanna found herself to be very flexible in since she went after varying men of varying expenses. As she awaited her first shot she briefly wondered what had become of Aryn, but as soon as the thought had begun to form it was swiftly snuffed out.
 
Miyanna's shot arrived infront of her and Sean watched her as she drank it, noting how her lips caressed the rim of the glass, and his eyes wandered over her face and down to her ample chest. His face flushed and he looked back up to her face, although she hadn't seemed to notice. Aryn laughed quietly at this man's nieveity, the sound of it floating away gently on the wind, but, really, Aryn wanted to be the one buying her a drink. He sighed, deciding he was going to have to step in. He flew off the roof to land behind the pub, walking around to the front and folding in his wings tightly into his back and shrugging on his jacket. He strode into the bar and Sean looked over at him curiously, a glance. Aryn could feel the boy's curiosity towards him, how he looked nothing like a local. Aryn ignored him, striding up to a table with a very muscular, very drunk man. Aryn knocked the table over and kicked the man's shoulder, causing him to fall off his chair. The man sprung up, stumbling slightly, and charged him. he jumped, backflipping over the man and slid into the bartender's head to keep him from interfering. Aryn gave a quiet laugh as they fought, feeling immensely better about everything.
 
With a smile, Miyanna thanked the bartender for herdrink, her eyes flicking over to Sean as she lifted it sensually to her lips inorder to knock it back with a tilt of her head. Her body curved alluringly, asmirk appearing as she drank when she felt his eyes slide over her form, and asshe came back up to stand straight he looked away with a flushed face.
Oh how she loved to tease them.
She was still blissfully unaware that Aryn was watchingher movements, sliding closer to her desired prey with a buzzed purr, her handssliding down to his hips and more importantly his money. The feasts she couldhave here alone were enough to make her salivate, but for now she would focusonly on this one meal instead of a massacre. Since she had been so determinedto keep the interest of Sean on her she hadn't noticed the 'stranger' that camein, only spotting him when the barroombrawl began to escalate into something far bigger than two men etching it out.With a hiss Miyanna regrettably abandoned her meal in the bar, fleeing from thechaos and out into the near vacant streets. She gave a huff, but soon smirkedas she looked over the fair amount she had stolen from the man; it would beenough to get her new, suitable attire for hunting and attracting her prey.With a now satisfied smile she sauntered off in search of the clothes place,wanting something classy yet durable and preferably leather.
 
Aryn shoved the man to the ground one last time and followed after Miyanna, shooting up into the sky and sensing her close by. A slight, mischevious smile formed on his face as he hovered almost directly behind her. "It`s not safe to walk alone around these parts, sweetheart," he murmured into her ear, his wings barely moving and his hair falling in his face.(Sorry, I have writer`s block D: )
 
((Tis okay. :3))

As she walked, Miyanna counted the money; luckily that man she had been seducing - Sean, was it? - had been carry a lot of cash with him, so she was well off. She stopped in order to look around herself, judging where to spend her hard earned cash first, when she heard Aryn's voice behind her. She had been unsure for a few moments before he had made his presence known, but at the sound of his voice she jumped and spun on her heel, getting into a defensive stance before calming at his appearance. "What are you doing here?" She asked, looking to him with a serious expression, her arms folded across her chest, the money still in her hand. "I don't want you here," she told him harshly, attempting to send him away. "Get out of here and leave me alone!" She hissed, turning back in her original direction, stalking away to find the shop she desired.
 
Aryn simply flew to block her and grabbed her around the waist, shooting up into the sky that was quickly darkening. He looked and saw the first star appear on the horizon and gave a small, simple smile, a part of his skin indenting in a dimple before he turned back to Miyanna and his smile grew mischievous. "Why should I leave you alone, Miyanna? What is scaring you so much that you can't want me around?" Her aura was an ugly amber color, as it had been when she had heard him speak. The color signified fear, and it deepened as he rose, and, he knew, that she was also afraid of heights, as she had been that first day.
"I want to be around you, and nothing you can do will stop me," he whispered, and kissed her firm, angry lips.
 
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