arms would wrap around his neck as she hugged him tightly. A
searing kiss would be given in return. It was when he withdrew a
soft sigh would sound, but that smile had grown even more and dimples
their deepest. Obsidian depths would hold his gaze in full.
"Yes, much too." A soft whisper, nearly breathless would be
smile wandered easily as he looked upon her face. A deep breath drawn
before glancing around the foyer in a quick sweep that brought it back
upon her again. "Are you ready midear?"
quick nod. "Yes, I have the wagon loaded and a driver prepared to
follow." She would release her hold about his neck, as one hand
drew back, fingers would lightly caress against his cheek.
had his own hand to lift, covering hers a moment to press it against his
cheek. A slight turn of his head came with the warmth of his lips to
press to the center of her palm before guiding it down as he stepped
back. "Your coach is ready milady.." A slight sweep of a hand
with a modified bow to give the courtly air to the whole affair.
and utter adoration would be the look upon her face and glimmering in
those obsidian depths. The heavy leather cloak, he had gotten her,
was then snagged up in hand, to be slipped into as she made her way out
the door. "My gracious thanks upon you, Sieheb." The
brilliance of a smile, then once outside a sharp, quick whistle would
alert the driver that they were prepared to leave.
hand was there to help guide it on before he held the door for her. Once
out he shut it securely before escorting her down to the surrey. He
helped her in before going around to get in himself. He took the moment
to lay the thick woolen blanket over both their legs as he made sure she
was tucked close to him. Reins then laced around gloved hands as he
waited for the wagon to move into position. Once all was ready he gave a
click of his tongue with a light tap of the reins to the mares' flanks
and they were off. The road he chose to travel there was fairly clear of
a lot of snow but it offered the winter wonderland scenery, from hills
covered in snow with great mountains in the background peaked off in
snowcaps to the forests of the only green of pine and lakes now frozen
beyond. The air was crisp but keeping this close they were sure to stay
warm. A one point he indicated a bottle of poteen stored there just
under the seat. "We can share." That would help keep them even
found the scenery breath taking. This frozen water they called
snow, even if it was cold and inhibiting, gave such beauty in its own
way. As often as she had walked through the forest, she still
found what she seen to be amazing. The wagon which held two large
tall boxes and one long, lumbered behind them, keeping back to offer
them a form of privacy, an also to permit the driver to sneak a few
drinks himself without being seen. A glance over at him as she
smiled, leaning to produce the bottle. Once it was uncapped, she
moved to snuggle close to his side. The bottle lifted to take a
swig before she'd move the bottle so she could hold it and he could
drink without the use of his hands. "Many things to be
leaned as lips tried to find the lip of the bottle with their slight
jouncing as uneven snow was being traversed. His eyes on the road and
the two mares made it rather comical as the bottle and lips finally met.
The tipping ended up a little more than expected having a few drops
escape the corner of his mouth and run down his cheek before the bottle
was pulled away and he to swallow what he managed to get.
"Many...and more to come." Trying to get escape droplets with
his tongue next.
laughter as her free hand rose and fingers brushed at the corner of his
mouth. "Need to practice this move a bit more." Teasingly
stated. Head tilted slightly as she peered up at him smiling.
"How far do we have to go?" She was excited about seeing
his home, and she had to admit getting to spend some time in that
library of his, upon a bear skin rug, before the fire.
pointed as his grin remained in an infectious way full of life. It was
obvious he enjoyed his time with her fully. "Just over there you
can see the small lake known as Golden Pond. It was named for the maple
trees that are a gold blaze in the fall and mirrored in the lake waters.
Plus a lot of sunsets have as golden waters." He steered the surrey
carefully around the bend that would take them around within about
fifteen minutes more to where it opened up and the estate that sat just
up the hill from the lake. About 250 yards give or take. It was Tutor
styling and looked much like one would find in the Swiss Alps the way
the snow nestled around the area and the high mountains far behind in
the distance. It was a clear enough day, no direct sunlight but had the
white of the snow glisten as they pulled up in front of his estate. More
his than the one on Ballicastle lands for he built this with his own
hands years ago. He was down with a crunch as boots hit the packed down
snow. Another moment he was around to help her down then direct the
driver to where he could unload and where the stables were. A stable boy
was ready to see their surrey in and the horses seen to.
driver would move the wagon to the place indicated. Once she was
on the ground at his side, she turned to look over the area around her.
It was lovely, as lovely a setting as her own. Turning full circle
to now face him fully she smiled. "It's absolutely beautiful Kevin.
You built this all by yourself?" Obsidian depths would turn towards
the Manor itself, each detail carefully studied.
I did when I decided to end my participation in endless slaughter of
lives unmercifully as the armies I was employed in would have of me. I
grew tired of bloodshed. I found my way here and used some of the monies
I had amassed and bought this patch of land and built my first home. I
liked the Tudor styling so used that in modifying it to my
particulars." He was leading her up the steps as the butler opened
up the door then stood back. He leaned in with a quick few words.
"These are the ones hired that take care of my place now when I'm
not here but....I plan to give them a few days off." He
straightened away as they reached the door, introducing her to Maxwell
as they paused then continued in. He had a taste for spacious rooms with
tall windows, some of which went from the ceiling to the floor. The
living room had a hearth that expanded one shorter wall near a bar that
was well stocked. There were a few tables near the windows and a very
large overstuffed couch back from where the fire burned. Yes, there was
a bearskin rug in front of it.
she moved, the warmth of that dimpled smile to form as she was
introduced to Max, as she would come to call him eventually.
Further in she stepped, the open expanse was immediately noticed.
Which was good, plenty of space for him to display the gifts she brought
for his home, something she had specially made in the arid lands just
for him. That was the nice thing about time and development of
relationships. Time afforded one to do something special for the
other, as well as getting to know and adore them more and more.
Removing her cloak and another smile as Max took it from her, she would
then venture even further within, dark eyes danced from spot to spot as
she took all in. Eventually she would end up near the fires warmth
and then turned to face him with her smile in full bloom, bookended by
those deep set dimples. "I think the gifts I brought for you will
fit nicely inside your entry room. I only pray to Ra that you
shall like them."
took both of their cloaks and saw to the door before discreetly
disappearing. There were the scents of a food cooking from the kitchen
where Mary Ann prepared the meals. There was also the distinctive odor
of apple pie, one of his favorites. It would be an afternoon supper with
a light meal of snacks later in the evening if Kevin requested such.
Often times he was too busy with matters to eat any heavy meal late so
it became the norm here to serve as such. He mostly watched her from a
short distance but soon caught up to her by the hearth. A hand to snake
around her waist drawing her close. "You like then my home? I am
sure I will love them and will make this place part of you too."
The decor was more tailored as a man would wont. Mary Ann had managed to
add a few feminine touches in the dining room and kitchen where she
he drew her close, if possible, her smile grew more. Chin lifted
as did those dark eyes of hers to meet those of hazel. "I love your
home, Kevin." One hand lifted to rest upon his chest, the
other rose further to enable her to lightly caress his cheek. "With
the time I was permitted, my original wish of a gift for you had
changed. I was able to have something created just for you."
The smells were delightful the filled the air, that of not only the
food, but the familiar scent he so often wore.
you have me intrigued to see but first I have something for you."
There was an ice bucket set on the table aside the hearth along with two
crystal fluted wine glasses. It was if the whole stage had been set with
the plush bearskin beneath their feet. The couch even had throw pillows
arranged on it and to a smaller table there was a single red rose. Kevin
had to seek out a greenhouse that still had some in the lands. He had
lucked out. He noticed an extra touch that had to have been Mary Ann's
of mistletoe here and there in advantageous spots. There on the mantle
of the fireplace was a cropping of them and just to the wood frames at
the top of all the doors hung a few sprigs along with evergreen.
for me?" Surprise and delighted all at the same time. "I asked
for nothing Kevin. Your bringing me here is wonderful in
itself." Funny how a woman who held a treasury that would
make a kings ransom pale in comparison, was far from being
materialistic. But then again, she would never claim those
valuables to be hers. A lift up on toes, a soft brush of her lips
upon his chin. "So thoughtful you are nonetheless."
had her up against him in a moment flat as his kiss heated over hers
before broken again. "I would give the stars above if I could.
Instead, I have to settle for a song to sing first." He positioned
her in front of the hearth as he now stepped back a step or two to
retrieve the rose to hand her. His voice was a rich baritone that flowed
in the Irish accent he had managed to keep in spite of all the lands he
had traveled in his time.
song?" Bottom lip captured as she smiled, she thought him to be
absolutely adorable at that moment. The rose taken as she'd listen
to him sing.
the rose that blooms in the wintertime as it reaches up through the
snow. The more life keeps apart, the more love will grow. Like the seed
that grows in the darkness as it reaches up to the sun, I will always
reach out for you, 'cos you are the one." He stepped forward to
take her hands in his, gently of the one holding the rose so they didn't
get pricked. "I bless the wings that bring you back across the
shore. If I could touch you now my darling and love you just once more,
If I could hold you, hold you, hold you, I know you'd understand, I know
you'd understand. As I cross the bridge to the waterfall, as I make my
way by the stars, there's a shadow walking beside me...here in my
heart." His hand leaving to touch upon his chest just above his
heart then back. "Like the restless wind in the tree tops, like a
whispered voice in my ear, I will always be there for you, I'll always
be here. In a far off wonderland that flashes past my eyes, the kiss of
inspiration that was mine. The dust of many centuries has blown across
this land but love will not be scattered like the sand. Like the sunrise
over the mountainside, like the bird that has to be free, there's a part
of you that will always be part of me. Like the seed that grows in the
darkness as it reaches up to the sun, I will always reach out for you, 'cos
you are the one." He was down to a bent knee at this point as he
drew out the ring he had been hiding in a pocket beneath his sweater of
the shirt below. It was a cat's eye of a yellow topaz type stone set in
clover type design of silver. There were rubies to surround it in tiny
teardrops all nestled on a base of an Irish knot design symbolizing
forever. "Will you marry me Lady Sobekneferu?" Eyes were a
darker blue that turned up to meet hers as the ring hovered at the tip
of her finger.
words did touch her deep within, not so much because of the song, but
because he sang it, and those words seemed to hold a personal touch.
Obsidian depths would watch his face the entire time, noticing his
expression upon features and that which caused the darkening of those
hazel eyes. A bit surprised when he lowered to bent knee, but no
where near as much as the one that followed when he spoke those words.
She knew little about the formalities of the ring, but the question
asked caused her to hold her breath for a moment. It took her a
moment in order to speak, the large lump that formed in her throat made
the task hard. A quick nod of her head, she couldn't possibly
smile any more than she was at that moment. "I would be honored and
accept your proposal with an elated heart, my Sieheb Kevin."
Nothing more than a whisper could she manage at that time.
breath he held was released as he slipped the ring on her finger. It
fitted perfectly but he expected it to. Once in place he rose to stand
before her. "I was hoping you would say yes. What I have will be
yours once we set a time to become one." She was in his arms
another moment as his lips found hers in a kiss that seared, one hand up
to cup the back of her head for the fierceness of it. He was usually a
quiet man but one that held a lot inside. This was one of those moments
he let it all free in the emotions that fueled them.
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