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"I'm lost," I admitted. "Are you insinuating I am responsible for everything that's happened?"
Thatcher sighed heavily. "You're missing the point completely, Tempest. What I'm insinuating, as you put it, is that things are falling into place. It's like we're players on a chess board, but someone put us there. Like we're the product of some bigger game that has been waiting for this exact moment in time, and now the plays are being carried out beyond our control."
"Philosophical much?" I snorted, swallowing hard as Lennox's words echoed in my head.
"I hate philosophy," Thatcher sighed as he wrapped the blankets around him tighter. "And I hate not knowing." He then eyed me. "Are you taking watch again?"
I nodded and watched him curl up into the blankets behind him facing the fire. I stood and moved my blankets just inside the mouth of the cave to keep out of the wind.
"Good night, Tempest," Thatcher called out quietly once I had settled. I looked over my shoulder to see that from his angle he could see out of the cave perfectly -- and keep an eye on me, as he had compliantly, since the moment we met.
That thought threw me then. Without Thatcher, what would've happened to me when Talon disappeared? Without Thatcher, would I have gotten this far? And without Thatcher, who in this world would care about me?
I pulled the blankets up higher after a brief mental shake and managed a smile. "Night, Thatch."
Turning back to the night, I felt the previous elation from tonight's welcoming party fade from my system. The reminder that I was truly, inevitably alone was more frightening in that moment than it had been since seeing my childhood home go up in flames.
It was in that moment when I realized that the only people in this world who knew how I felt were also the two men I cared about more than my own life.
Closing off my mind to further thought, I turned my attention to the watch, allowing the chill to fill me up again. For the second day in a row, I watched the sun rise.
Alone. Always, alone.
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Pronunciation:
Saoirse: SEER-SHA
Kynan: KEE-NAN
Mannat: MUN-NAHT
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Feedback, votes, and comments are appreciated! I promise to be more diligent getting back to those emails. Xo, LilyArc
- COMMENTS
Nulli_Para_Oraalmost 13 years agoYour story is a feast for the eyes and the senses. I enjoy the pacing, the characters, the tension, the emotions, everything. I'm looking forward to your next installment. :)
Anonymousalmost 13 years agoi agree with mokelke idea for i dont want both Talon nor Thatcher brokenhearted - n
MadamButtaflyalmost 13 years ago...and well worth the wait. Looking forward to your next update.
mokkelkealmost 13 years agothis was well worth the wait. i'm glad to hear Talon is OK and their bond is "reforming". just wonder where that is gonna leave Tatcher. maybe she can have them both ;-) who knows. it's wonderland after all
FantasticFantasiesalmost 13 years agothe reason I like this story so much is the unpredictable nature of it, while the story progresses in a logical, natural (at least as natural as nonhuman fiction can get) way.
Do keep up the good work. I'm very curious as to who Tempest would wind up with. I really like both Thatcher and Talon. Personally, I think it would be absolutely unfair and heart-breaking if Thatcher were to die or if he were to lose his beloved all over again. On the other hand, Talon deserves to be happy too.
Good luck resolving this issue. I'm VERY interested to see your solution to this dilemma.
