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Fifteen years later
You were jostled awake by the train stopping. Oh the train was… STOPPING?! You jumped to your feet, pulling your things together double time. You had meant to sneak off before sunrise so that you wouldn't get caught riding in the freight car. Now your chances off that were very slim.
"No, no, no, no~" you breathed, opening the small shutter door in the big cargo fill. Sunlight streamed through, and you could barely see the station coming closer.
You tumbled out of the car into the tall grass around the tracks, hitting what felt like a tree. (A/N: Cuz manly men stand like trees.)
You cried out and took the person into the fall with you. You landed squarely with a broad chest, meeting stern green eyes. Eyes you hadn't seen in years, but remembered as if it had been last night you were lost in the woods.
Your eyes swept his face, his scar just above his dark eyebrow, his firm mouth. THE HAIR.
"Lars?" you said, complete shock crossing your features.
"How do you know my name?" he grumbled, sitting up, letting you tumble off of him.
"It's me, (Name)," you said, staring up at him. "How hadn't he aged at all?" you thought.
"(Name)," he murmured, wonder filling his eyes. "I never thought I would see you again."
"Neither did I," you said, a slight sob sounding in the undertones of your voice. Your eyes never left his as he looked you over as you had to him.
"All my imaginings have never come close…" he murmured, his eyes locking with yours.
"Come close to what?" you demanded, worried about what he thought of you now. A young woman, when he barely knew the child years you.
"Where did you come from?" he asked, avoiding the question.
You pointed to the train that had started leaving the station already. "It's really cheap, but wake up calls suck."
"Why would you risk something like that? What do you think would happen should you be caught?" he demanded, suddenly fierce, his face full of anger.
"Why would you leave a little girl out in the woods?" you said back, your voice with the same amount of malice.
That got him. Lars' mouth just snapped shut, his eyes guarded.
"Exactly," you said, folding your arms over your chest.
Battle one: finished.
~~a few hours later- around another campfire~~
Lars sat on a log, wideling a… something wooden; you couldn't tell what it was yet.
You sat on your camping mat, staring into the flames. You had decided that it would be best to travel together until a village north where you were both headed, then split.
"I'm a coward," Lars suddenly said, dropping his knife and wooden thing.
"What?" you asked, looking up at him in surprise.
"I was scared of how you made me feel, and couldn't do anything but leave you, because I'm a coward," he said, his eyes, as you had found, complete mirrors to his soul. You saw every moment over the past years of pain, of heartache.
"Why?" you whispered.
"I never thought you would… feel that way toward me. And I knew it was wrong," he said, his voice pained and flat. He closed his eyes, making you aware of what was happening, the power of his gaze over you releasing you.
You got up from your spot and sat beside him. He flexed as if getting ready to take a physical blow.
You gently laid your hands on either side of his face, placing your lips on his. His eyes popped open in surprise then slid shut again, overwhelmed by your soft lips on his. He let his long fingers tangled in your (h/c) hair, enjoying the feel of the soft locks in his grasp.
When you broke apart, you grasped his rough jacket, pressing your face into his chest.
"Never leave me," you whispered, "Never again."
"Never," he said firmly, wrapping his arms around you.
He would always obey this, and never let go. He had all he could ever want. The greatest love and joy. You.
You were jostled awake by the train stopping. Oh the train was… STOPPING?! You jumped to your feet, pulling your things together double time. You had meant to sneak off before sunrise so that you wouldn't get caught riding in the freight car. Now your chances off that were very slim.
"No, no, no, no~" you breathed, opening the small shutter door in the big cargo fill. Sunlight streamed through, and you could barely see the station coming closer.
You tumbled out of the car into the tall grass around the tracks, hitting what felt like a tree. (A/N: Cuz manly men stand like trees.)
You cried out and took the person into the fall with you. You landed squarely with a broad chest, meeting stern green eyes. Eyes you hadn't seen in years, but remembered as if it had been last night you were lost in the woods.
Your eyes swept his face, his scar just above his dark eyebrow, his firm mouth. THE HAIR.
"Lars?" you said, complete shock crossing your features.
"How do you know my name?" he grumbled, sitting up, letting you tumble off of him.
"It's me, (Name)," you said, staring up at him. "How hadn't he aged at all?" you thought.
"(Name)," he murmured, wonder filling his eyes. "I never thought I would see you again."
"Neither did I," you said, a slight sob sounding in the undertones of your voice. Your eyes never left his as he looked you over as you had to him.
"All my imaginings have never come close…" he murmured, his eyes locking with yours.
"Come close to what?" you demanded, worried about what he thought of you now. A young woman, when he barely knew the child years you.
"Where did you come from?" he asked, avoiding the question.
You pointed to the train that had started leaving the station already. "It's really cheap, but wake up calls suck."
"Why would you risk something like that? What do you think would happen should you be caught?" he demanded, suddenly fierce, his face full of anger.
"Why would you leave a little girl out in the woods?" you said back, your voice with the same amount of malice.
That got him. Lars' mouth just snapped shut, his eyes guarded.
"Exactly," you said, folding your arms over your chest.
Battle one: finished.
~~a few hours later- around another campfire~~
Lars sat on a log, wideling a… something wooden; you couldn't tell what it was yet.
You sat on your camping mat, staring into the flames. You had decided that it would be best to travel together until a village north where you were both headed, then split.
"I'm a coward," Lars suddenly said, dropping his knife and wooden thing.
"What?" you asked, looking up at him in surprise.
"I was scared of how you made me feel, and couldn't do anything but leave you, because I'm a coward," he said, his eyes, as you had found, complete mirrors to his soul. You saw every moment over the past years of pain, of heartache.
"Why?" you whispered.
"I never thought you would… feel that way toward me. And I knew it was wrong," he said, his voice pained and flat. He closed his eyes, making you aware of what was happening, the power of his gaze over you releasing you.
You got up from your spot and sat beside him. He flexed as if getting ready to take a physical blow.
You gently laid your hands on either side of his face, placing your lips on his. His eyes popped open in surprise then slid shut again, overwhelmed by your soft lips on his. He let his long fingers tangled in your (h/c) hair, enjoying the feel of the soft locks in his grasp.
When you broke apart, you grasped his rough jacket, pressing your face into his chest.
"Never leave me," you whispered, "Never again."
"Never," he said firmly, wrapping his arms around you.
He would always obey this, and never let go. He had all he could ever want. The greatest love and joy. You.
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yeah, you're not that much of a child anymore... but whatever, i don't wanna confuse people!
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Part two!
finally, by request after request, it's here!
part one- [link]
part two- you're here!
got the idea and such from 's generator.
Requests- currently closed, but if you've got a request for me send it in a note or comment, i don't care which!
please check out my gallery and comment! there's probably something for everyone there now!
Thanks lots!
Signed- Vanya Marmalade
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SO CUTE!!!! I love this!!