The Lost One

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    So she hadn't eaten anything. He looked her over, this time truely focusing on her being, of everything that made her, her. Slowly he was able to make out the glamour that surrounded her, the feeling giving off senses of color. There. Beneathe the swirling vortex of fear and confusion was a presense that was foriegn and clearly unwelcome in Courtney's frail human body. But what was it? This was nothing Sage had encountered before, something far beyong his capabilities.
    But he could do what he could. He needed to sool down her body, easy. Quickly he unsheathed his knife and cut her tank top off of her, exposing her creamy fleash. He did the same with her pants and averted hieyes out of respect and left her undergarmets alone. With that done, the Winter Prince swept her up into his arms and carried her into her room, lying her on the bed with the utmost care and gentlness. He finally looked at her and felt his heart contract. She was just too beautiful, even as sick as she was, she tugged at his heart.
    But he could focus on this later. He sat beside her and cradled her cheek with his hand, no affection showing in his eyes, only concentration. "Tell me if you get too cold." He commanded in a rough voice before placing his hand over her heart, but jot touching the creamy curve of her chest. He drew from the glamour around him and slowly the temperature dropped, not only inside the room,but inside of her as well. He went slowly in this feat, oh so slowly. What good would she be if she wound up frozen? So he was extremely careful with his proceedings and soon was coated in a sheen of sweat himself from exhertion of power.
    Finally he stopped, judging that she wasn't feverishly heated anymore and told her softly that he'd return shortly. And he did. Within a few heartbeats he was beside her again, a bowl of human broth steaming slightly, and he cooled it down enough so it wouldn't scald her mouth. "Drink this, if you can hold it down, i'll get you something solid to eat." He informed the woman and held it out to her

    Courtney cradled his chest her head laid sprawled out on his cold and strong chest. Her hand laid against his stomach as she snuggled him. Needing his body and his strength. For she was to weak. She gasped and slightly shivered at the coldness that engulfed her. Instead of sweating she slowly shivered. From fear and from the cold touch of his skin. She leaned back just enough for him to feed her the broth. She took a long hard swallow and slightly smiled at its warmth and its taste. It was delicious and she was about to thank him when a jolt of pain went through her chest. She gasped this time in horror and clasped her chest as it tightened and burned. "Sage I...." she was about to confess to him. To tel him that she wasn't as brave or as tough as she looked. That she got sick like this every once in a while. But she was afraid. Afraid to admit it to him and to herself. Her mother had used to get this sick every month or so. Then she passed away. Her mom had died of breast cancer and the idea terrified Courtney. As she realized that she might have it as well. She hadn't been to the doctor in years. Refusing to believe that she would die like her innocent and swet mother. They both deserved better then that and yet her mother had died and she would soon follow. She glanced down at her chest. A huge blush going across her cheeks as she saw she was in her under garments. She looked at up at Sage once more. Her eyes a dark blue and foggy from her pain and exhaustrin. She didn't know what to do or what to say. But she felt extrememly awkward snuggling him half naked. Especially since two seconds ago she was throwing books and pillows at him.

    E watched her and cursed as she stopped saying whatever was on her mind. "Stop worrying about your lack of clothes and focus on the problem." He growled, his face now mere inches from hers. "You could be DYING, dammit, and i won't let it happen. What is going on Courtney Vincent." He asked sharply, grasping her hands within his and baring his teeth.
    Worry was far beyomd what he was now, and his silver eyes were the color of ink, swirling with whisps of stormy grey. He needed to protect his woman and she wouldn't let him! Wait, his woman? No, he had meant his prize. Yes, she was his prize, his toy, nothing more. He wouldn't not be like the weakling Winter Noble Glace and his sickening relationship with Queen Miako. No, he was loyal to his mother and to no one else.
    Yet, ashe looked down at th sick Courtney, his heart challenged this. Was he really loyal to Winter? Or were his fealties changing. Changing in favor to this mortal and beaitiful and silcky woman?

    Courtney pulled her hands from his and looked at the window. Her face marked with pain as her chest throbbed. Her breast aching. The pillow under her head was smeared with sweat and her dark brown hair was stuck to her pale face. She refused to say the words, to scared to admit that she might have cancer. That she might be dying. She swallowed and looked back at Sage. Curiosity on her scared face. Her lip trembling as she spoke. "What is it like when fey die? Is there a heaven? A hell? Or are you like us humans, simply ceased to exsist." She sighed and looked way from his penetrating eyes. Not being able to stand the inhuman silver eyes watching her. Looking into her soul almost. She pulled at the blankets covering her almost naked body. To insecure to simply lay next to him like that. "At least the pain stops when you die. Right?" Her voice was quite and horse as if she was scared of the things she was saying. She knew she was dying, she just didn't want him to know why.

    Oh my god, I have been having nightmares every night and can't sleep. My brother passed out while standing the other day. He literally fainted in our dinning room. We all watched him and were to slow to catch him. He fell, hit his head on the chair then our hard floor. We all thought he was dead. We all ran over to him. Checking his pulse, grabbing ice packs and pillows. Holding our phones ready to call 911. When he woke up and was like.."Ouch...what happened." The last thing he remembered was feeling dizzy, standing and then nothing until we were waking him up with ice packs to his bruised head. He is okay now, no serious damage was done to him. Thankfully. But i have been having nightmares about it for the last few days, it scared the crap out of me. I blame myself for being to slow to catch him...