I S E L ]| demi-fae | Navarre | Commander |[ All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another Chicago, The Presidium
..:Training Room, Navarre House:.. ..Chicago Suburb.. .Town of Lake Forest, IL.
says to ALL: She stared up at him as she lay flat on her back and he stood over her. Reaching up, she felt his hand clasping hers. "Bastard," she muttered only to have him chuckle.
Though neither of them now remembered it, they'd often sparred when at the sithean when she was the queen of the demi-fae and he was the body-guard of the queens sister.
By whatever evil magics that had taken them at different times from their home, their memories shattered by the past, they often came together to spar and battle both physical, with swords and often by words and wit.
The only things they really remembered, their names and what they were...mostly.
He chuckled as he clapped her on the back, her small five foot stature still huge compared to her normal demi-fae form. A form she was happier in, unbeknownst to her, it being her only form in the sithean long ago and far away.
