Georgia hopped down from the cockpit, patting her Karasu on the hull, just like a horse. She smiled and waved to Mr Yataki to cover it up with something.
She threw aside her helmet and slipped out of her flight suit as the old Kusari man threw a large tarpaulin over the Heavy Fighter, shrouding it from view.
"Ms Brown" he nodded, getting her attention, "Will you be seeing Miss Cynthia right away?"
"No, I have to go collect some stuff from town, let them know I'll be back" she smiled, disappearing down a dark allyway, in the direction of the Old Town.
She zipped up her coat a little tighter, hiding herself from the cold breeze. Georgia hurried up some stone steps, avoiding a puddle or two as she reached the top of the hill, Old Town opening up infront of her.
A few drunk men staggered about, clutching to each other, innocently singing songs of joy. Georgia sighed as she slipped past them, hurrying around the corner into one of the nice warm pubs.
She slipped her coat off, revealing a nice clean red dress, with neatly trimmed shoes.
Her neat brown locks flowing over her shoulders, shining in the warm, orange lighting.
Michael was sitting at the table in the far corner, the light couldn't penetrate there and the air was particularly stale there, and he wanted it that way. A few more people came into the bar while he was away in his thoughts, but not much changed as far as Michael could see while shortly raising his head away from the table. He was a blind man in a field of nightmares, and little did he know which path to take next. Is there any right path now, or is everything leading into sorrow, he questioned himself in his head, and his heart. The butterfly knife slipped past his fingers, one at a time, while he continued to play with it under the table.
"Nothing for me here." - Michael said while still holding his head down, then slowly rising from the chair and carefully placing the knife in his pocket. He dropped ten, twenty credits onto the table without counting, what is the use for money when you have no reason to live. While standing there, and observing the people in the bar, he questioned himself, "I will never see you again will I?" - He said as he took the knife into his hand again and in anger he was about to throw it, when suddenly it hit him, it is the only thing he has to remember Luxuria by. Never will he forget her, and the knife is the only thing he has off her. He calmed himself, and returned the knife in his pocket, while cursing himself of how and idiot he is.
He looked around himself, checking if he forgot anything of his, and placed the hood over his head, hands in pockets while walking towards the door. Michael knew nothing of where he will go next, and what his next move will be. And his eyes were looking towards as how he was felling, towards the dirty floor that everyone keeps stepping on. He walked without care, as he bumped several people on his way out and heard curses behind him. Michael tasted fresh air, and the door was near, only a few more steps were between him and the outside world. But suddenly he bumped into someone, and the knife from his pocket fell out. He tried to grab it while still in the air, but with no luck. It rang when it touched the floor, and Michael kneeled while grabbing the knife. He was softened, as it was his only memory of Luxuria, so he apologized to the man he bumped into, "I am sorry. Please, forgive me." - For the first time in his life he apologized to someone, without even knowing to whom.
A gentle female hand reached out and grabbed his arm before he disappeared into the night, a second hand gently pulled open his right hand, observing the knife he was holding.
Michael stood in confusion, not sure what to make of it.
"I've been looking for this, I knew you'd keep it safe" the girl smiled, Michael looked up his eyes meeting with her own deep blue, his mind screaming at him.
Georgia brown stared back, her trademark smile lifting his lost spirits. He was stunned by her beauty, unable to move or speak. She saved him the trouble, charging him with a friendly hug. He felt her warmth in his arms, his troubles lifting themselves from his mind.
"I knew you'd find me" she whispered, his arms responded to his mind, wrapping themselves round her small figure.
"I-" he began, searching his mind for the words he wanted, "I looked everywhere for you.." he didn't know what else to say, he'd prepared himself for this moment, but the surpise had him caught off guard,
"I'm Georgia, Georgia Brown" she uttered, pulling away and smiling again,
"Michael Valen" he smiled back,
"Let's celebrate!" she jumped, pushing past him towards the bar.
Michael stood there watching Luxuria jump between the tables and evading the people in the bar. Her perfect body embraced by the red dress, like a rose stretching to catch the first light of the early dawn. Her pale skin was lightening the bar and Michael rubbed his eyes a few times, trying to see if this is a dream, or even a nightmare. He shook his head, but still, there she was, jumping around the bar, like a lone snowflake amidst the many drops of rain, disappearing before Michael.
Without thinking he rushed after her, shouldering people on his way, some much bigger then him, but he cared little. He just ran towards her saying, "Sorry, coming through." - And for the first time in a long time, Michael was happy, a smile could be seen on his face, from ear to ear as he was catching up with Georgia who was standing near the bar ordering drinks. Michael approached her from the rear, and guided by emotion hugged her from behind, smelling her perfect perfume and feeling the softness of her skin. Quickly did his mind caught up with his heart, "Sorry....I-....Forgive me." - Michael lowered his head in shame, "I couldn't help myself."
"Its ok Michael." - Georgia said with the most perfect voice in the world, her lips moving softly through the air and her eyes glowing in the dark. Once again Michael was dazzled, left in confusion, as he couldn't help himself but to look at her, in her eyes, like looking deep into her soul. A tortured one it was, and her eyes revealed it for all those who cared enough to read it. Finally he smiled back, revealing a face that was forgotten, "Thank you." - Michael barely managed to speak as he took her by her hand. His palms were shaking and sweating, like a young boy in love.
"Your drinks." - The bartender said and ruined a romantic moment as Georgia and Michael were looking at each other in remembrance, "Come with me." - Georgia said as she walked away towards the empty table in the rear corner, and Michael followed her holding her by her hand. He couldn't help himself to observe her, from head to toe. The beautiful red dress trembling by her each step, and her small shoes covered in dust from the dirty floor. Her skin soft as rain, and her long brown hair was even prettier then her name. She stomped through the bar to the table in the rear like an innocent girl pulling Michael with her. They sat down at the table and she took a sip of her drink. Ice cubes bashing each other in the glass, she took one ice cube in her mouth, playing with it with her tongue, "Hi." - She said to Michael and smiled with her red lips while playing with the ice cube in her mouth.
Michael kept having to mentally kick himself every time his mind wandered and he found himself simply staring at her, entranced by her presence. She was very good company, telling amusing and adventurous tales of her travels, never failing to smile.
He wanted to tell her about himself, but his past was painful, and would only bring the mood down, yet she understood him, something in her eyes let him know that she felt what he felt.
Something about 'Luxuria', he wanted to question her about it, her past, but they were having such a great time, he didn't want to ruin it.
"...and then he showed me this awesome battleship they'd been hiding in Magellan of all places!" she smiled, reminiscing of her meeting with the Hellfire Legion.
"How could you even hide a Dreadnaught in plain sight like that?" he chuckled,
"That was a fun day..." she sipped her drink again, the light alcohol not spoiling her palette, "And then there was the time Crissy tried to convince me a Legate could cause an eclipse over Crete if positioned right"
"That's just silly" Michael smiled, pondering the possibility of such an act,
She continued with her wild tale, telling of her adventures with her friend the Corsair, her hand found itself next to his. Michael gently slipped his fingers inbetween hers, and softly squeezed.
She responded, her eyes sparkling with joy as she finished the end of her story.
Georgia sighed, sipping the last of her drink and pausing to look across.
"Tell me about yourself!" she beamed, squeezing his hand back,
"Well, I- Err... don't think..." his words trailed off as he noticed she had shifted along the table closer to him.
Her radiant smile warmed his heart, he felt connected to her at last, gazing into her eyes again.
"Come with me!" she stood up, tugging on his arm, "I have something to show you"
Georgia pulled Michael's hand as they left the bar in a hurry, her smile was showing her excitement, and her eyes were playing with the night, beating it at her every step as the clouds tried to reduce the glow of happiness and passion they were showing, but with no luck. Her blue eyes were diverting Michael's attention from everything, from the pain, the suffering, and he felt as his whole life this is what he was searching for. Georgia's walk was that of a playful, but passionate girl, jumping slowly at her each step, what made Michael smile.
"You know, you have a pretty smile. You should smile more often." - Georgia said to Michael as she took his other hand, and walked backwards while looking him in the eyes. Her entire body, her every move radiated with joy and care and that is what Michael loved about her, "Your smile is heavenly, I could watch it all night, every night." - Michael answered to her after a short pause, "Only at nights?" - She asked him clearly teasing him, but that was something that Michael was not used to, and he assumed she was hurt by what he said, even though her lips were smiling, he apologized, "I am sorry, I meant to say I could watch you smile until the end of time." - He said and slightly lowered his head with a disheartened expression on his face, "So if time ended, you would forget about me?" - Georgia continued to tease Michael as she walked backwards, holding his hands and lowering her head to see his eyes, and show him her smile, "No no....Never." - Michael said with haste, but finally he noticed her smiling, and bursted into laughter, "You are teasing me!" - The loudest and most honest laugh Michael ever had, and somehow Georgia knew that, as she could see his soul was tortured, much like her own. Georgia stopped and Michael bumped into her, she spread her arms around him, hugging him and kissing his cheek. Her smell was that of an Angel, her hair soft as a summer breeze, and her lips gentle as the first snow, "Of course I am teasing you silly. Come, hurry, I want for you to see something." - She said once again pulling his hand, and pacing towards the unknown for Michael, but it seemed as they were going uphill.
The clouds were grouping in the skies, threatening to ruin Georgia's and Michael's night, but with no luck, as Georgia's smile was lightening the mood. They alighted from the road, and into some field filled with flowers waiting for the dawn or the rain, whichever comes sooner. It seemed as flowers were Georgia's favorite, as she was observing the smells and colors while walking and spinning around amongst them. Michael crouched and picked up a red flower, slowly moving it to his nose, closing his eyes and sniffing it. A beautiful smell, but nothing in comparison to Georgia. He opened his eyes only to see Georgia standing in front of him, smelling the same flower, "This is for you, two prettiest things in the universe deserve to be together." - He said as he handed over the flower to Georgia and smiled at her. She took the flower from his hand, absorbing its senses with her small nose. Her nostrils expanding and narrowing as the aroma of the flower disappeared, "Thank yooouuu! You are so sweet!" - She finally spoke to him, and kneeled to pick up a flower herself, and handed it to Michael while still kneeling. Michael took the flower from her small, gentle hands, and reached for her, rising her from the ground, "Thank you. No one ever gave me anything." - He said and she interrupted him before he finished, almost as she knew what he was going to say, "Well, get used to it now!" - They both smiled after she said that, as they were near the top of the hill and Georgia took Michael's hand and in a final run they reached the peek, and the view was magnificent, the whole Old Town in front of them.
The two were about to sat on the ground, but it was filthy, and Michael couldn't allow for his Angel to sit there, so he quickly took his shirt off, and placed it on the ground. Michael only had a shirt without sleeves now, but he cared little for the cold as his heart was filled with warmth, "No don't do that!" - Georgia said with astonishment as she was rarely treated with such care, if ever, "Don't worry, I am not cold." - Michael lied to her as the cold was bitting his arms, "I know you are cold, but I'll hug you." - She said as she sat down on the shirt, tapping it with her hand, showing Michael to sit near her. The two watched over the town that was shrouded by the night, and talked, shearing secrets, life stories and many more. The grim clouds finally decided to ruin the night, and the rain started to pour. Small, cold drops declined from the sky as Georgia looked up to the sky, rain drops gliding over her gentle and soft skin, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment as Michael was holding her, and protecting her. She felt safe, what was a strange feeling for her, "We should take shelter, the rain is freezing, I don't want you to catch a cold." - Michael whispered into her ear moving her hair from it, "I have a better idea!" - Georgia said quickly standing up from the ground, and pulling Michael by his hands, "Come let us dance! The night is magical!" - Michael didn't argue with her, as all his dreams were coming alive.
Syn's quarters were gory as usual, the remains of his last plaything and meal strewn throughout, it'd take a clean up crew again, but Syn didn't care really. he had other things on his mind. The rank and file were getting too... happy. Too much light interfering with the dark work that needed doing to prepare the way.
Syn had cogitated over the problem for weeks, it had been his overriding issue that eclipsed all others. Ultimately the problem needed solving. But how? That was Syn's issue. Where was the twist that brought the Phantoms back in line with their dark masters? Which thread needed pulling? How to ensure it was pulled with the least blood shed? These were his questions.
Syn paced through the pools of blood, his claws making scarping sounds when they encountered the cold metal floor . Then he realised, the cord, the thread, and how to pull it so that everything ended up how it needed to end up. Syn smiled to himself. A plan was all he needed. He stalked off to the main temple. There he would set his plans in motion.
Saint Del is considered a holy healer of diseases of children, but also as a protector of cattle.
He accepted her embrace, moving one arm round her waist, and one held her free hand to lead them, she smiled back at him, placing her other hand on his shoulder.
"You're mad" Michael smiled, the rain flowing down across his skin, "But I love you"
"I know" she beamed, enjoying the sensation of the downpour as it picked up,
They waltzed slowly, dodging the slowly forming puddles, ignoring the cold breeze. Their combined chemistry shaking off the breeze.
Georgia began to hum a tune, a well recognised, Bretonian song. Her gentle humming dictating the pace at which they dance. Michael began to hum along, smiling as he did so.
Georgia stopped as the tune concluded, her feet lost movement. Michael did the same, looking into her eyes with confusion. He noticed the signals, felt the chemistry.
She leaned in, closing her eyes, their lips met, touching so softly. Their minds were connected, the kiss was perfect, they knew exactly what to do, without the use of words or instructions.
Georgia felt the a sensation deep in her stomach, as he stroked her cheek gently with his hand.
Passion was in the air, the rain steamed at the touch of their bodies as they were heated. Their tongues intertwined as there was no tomorrow, and their bodies were closer then ever, being pulled by both their hands for the kiss never to end. Michael lowered his hands down her back, gently but yet passionately touching Georgia, while she let her body flow on the river of flame. She twined in his arms stroking his cheeks and neck with her hands, her gentle touch reminded Michael of how much he loves her and wants to forever remain at her side. The rain was pouring down their faces, rain drops entering their mouths each time they moved their lips. The rain was cold, and their tongues hot, what made the feeling even better as they continued to kiss. Breathing was not important, as they kissed as if there was no second breath, only now exists, only them, and nothing else. Georgia was soaking wet, her dress was tightening her body, showing her beautiful figure, what made Michael hopeless in trying to restrain himself from touching her. Suddenly Michael opened his eyes, and Georgia almost as she knew what was happening, opened her eyes, "I need to tell you something. I love you, I always have. From the moment I first saw you, you imprinted on my heart, and will never leave it." - He said to her as the rain continued to pour on them, emphasizing the romance of the moment, "I know. Now shhhh." - Georgia said as she placed her finger on his lips, gently spreading them and once again kissing him with passion as only the two could share.
Suddenly Georgia opened her eyes and said to Michael, "I want to show you something." - She said and her lips spread into a seductive smile, while she crossed her lips with her teeth, bitting them gently, teasing Michael with her every move. Without speaking, she knew he said yes, and Georgia ran to grab Michael's shirt from the floor. It was wet, but it will at least prevent any more rain falling on her head. She grabbed Michael's hand and the two proceeded towards Georgia's house. Michael was taller then she, so he walked behind her, holding the shirt over their heads, occasionally kissing her on the neck and laughing, while her smile never left her lips. A lone house was soon in front of them, as the lightning that struck several times showed it to their eyes, well hidden from unwanted eyes, there it lay, a shabby looking house with tainted windows. Georgia lead Michael in, unlocking the doors with her soft and wizened hands, she was shaking and barely managed to open the doors, so immediately as they entered the house Michael hugged her, trying to warm her up. Finally Michael looked around the house, it was a clean and beautiful inside, much opposite of the outside poor appearance. An old fireplace in the corner, where a fire was still tingling, and a beautiful couch just on the opposite side of the fireplace, where a warm blanket was sitting, "Wait here love." - Michael said to Georgia as he walked towards the couch, taking the blanket and placing it on Georgia to warm her. He hugged her from behind, and the two just stood there, watching the nearly done fire, no words were said as it seemed that none were needed, "Take off your clothes, you need to warm up. I won't look." - Michael said and like a true gentleman he turned away, heading towards the fireplace to place some wood and keep the fire going. Finally he stood up, "Georgia? Are you done?" - He asked not knowing if she is behind him, "Turn around silly." - And there she was, the dress was glowing red from the floor, and Georgia stood there, a perfect being from head to toe, with wet hair, soft and warm lips, the eyes of an angel looking towards Michael with affection seen in them. She was standing on one leg, while having the other on in the air as the floor was cold, standing there innocently, passionately and radiating with love.
He was stunned again, her naked body shimmering in the light of the log fire, the heat slowly drying her off. He didn't know what to say, he simply dropped the firepoker where he stood.
"C'mere" she beckoned, moving across the room till they met on the rug in the middle, "Now kiss me again" she demanded, stealing a kiss from him.
Michael was trembling, the whole scene moving so slowly in his head. She pulled back, helping him remove his shirt, throwing it aside. Georgia leaned back in to the kiss, tugging at his belt and pushing him down onto the rug.
"Georgia, I-" he began, caressing her hips,
"Shhh..." she ushered, slipping off the rest of his clothes,
He trailed gentle kisses along her neck, moving down across her chest. Butterflies whirled faster and faster in her stomach as he softly pressed his tongue against her skin. He pressed his touch against her belly button, moving down with his kisses. His lips pressed themselves against her legs, working up to her inner thigh.
She squealed with pleasure as he kissed between her legs, a surge of escasty running up her spine. She ran her hands through his soft, damp hair, responding to his touch.
His fingers assisted his tongue, her breathing growing heavier and deeper. His kisses worked their way back up her chest, kissing her again on the lips. She nibbled his bottom lip, licking his face playfully.
Georgia pushed him down, forcing herself ontop of him, pressing her body against his, feeling his embrace. She let her hands feel the contours of his body, exploring it with her tongue, listening intenty for his moans of pleasure.
Michael rolled her over, causing her to giggle, moving in to consummate their love. The light of the fire flickered over their naked bodies, the two entwined in deep, passionate love...