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Leshok Majere · Certifiable Joined: 05 Jan 2004 Posts: 1790 Location: Ohio

Leshok stood in the library patiently awaiting Labelle’s arrival, only recently had he learned of this one’s existence and hoped he had found a library the Lady hadn’t visited yet and surprise her. Footsteps sounded behind him, slight and quiet, he turned to see the Lady Labelle and smiled warmly as they made their greetings. To a bit of his disappointment, she had been to this library before, not that he was surprised, but showed genuine appreciation towards the gesture he had intended. The two ascended the stairs to the first section stopping to read books upon society. Leshok had not looked over this section before, so great was his shock to find the quest book of his old comrade from Stormhaven, Sir Vince Degalo.

He picked up the book looking it over wondering how it had gotten there and began to read it, a smile forming his face. Labelle looked to him slightly curious as he muttered, “How did this get here” then returned to her own book. Leshok quietly read the text until he got to the last sentence, in which Vince spoke he needed to congratulate Leshok on his wedding at the time. His face and shoulders dropped, as waves of painful memories swept over him, he visibly flinched as if in pain. With a deep sigh he replaced the book on the shelf and turned lost in thought and pained memories. He glanced over his shoulder long enough to see that Labelle had picked up the book and was reading it, sighing deeply Leshok waited for her to finish organizing the memories in his head. She put the book away and walked quietly to his side, as if knowing he was going to speak. He quietly told the whole tale of the woman he thought he had loved, whom after marriage had discovered was in secret practicing the dark arts and trying to gain a child from him for some dark purpose, and how he left her, feeling used, tainted and betrayed.

The Lady listened on and leaned into him in a comforting manner and spoke soothing words, not relenting in her verbal comforts till Leshok was smiling again. He was amazed of how understanding she was, and how not in the least did she shy away from him afterwards. They spoke for a while of the books they read there, and tales and stories of friends. He asked her to explain a writing of hers he had read and listened quietly to her words as she went into a tale of her younger years, traveling from town to town, homeless, friendless and without family, relying on selling books to get by. She spoke of an empty feeling that he understood all to well at the absence of such things, having had such times in his life. When she finished Leshok took one of her hands into both his own and spoke to her of similar times he shared, and similar feelings he had felt. “Once I was told that all men and women are born intentionally incomplete, so they would seek out another to be whole” he said to her patting her hand with his and moving one away smiling to her. She looked at him thoughtfully for a while and did not extract her hand, instead moving it in slow motions atop his other.

Quietly as they stood looking at the shelves, their hands entwined, as they would take one book from the shelf, each helping hold in their free hands while not letting go of each other. They read many books that eve moving from shelf to shelf together until they both grew tired and knew it was time to part. He took her into a gentle hug and she pressed against him as they spoke their parting words to each other. Suddenly remembering, Leshok walked to a certain shelf and reach atop it for a rose he had left there and gave it to her. She closed her eyes and smelled the rose, and then they shared a small kiss before departing.

Leshok returned to his home and fell upon his bed tired and happy, drifting into a peaceful sleep filled with dreams of library readings and stargazing with Labelle.
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After all these years, I'm still putting up with Kuja and Vaen? whats wrong with me?

"Fri Jan 14 20:07:01 2005 [08:45:38] Kuja: ghaahahahahahha...ha..h.a..... NOTHING TO FREAKING DO IN GAME GAH"

Some things never change even after 4 years...

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She had approached on light feet, having seen the marking to the rune delivered by the messenger, she was looking greatly forward to this visit to the Atheneum. Her previous visits had been alone, and it pleased her to be in his Lord’s company, once again. He allowed for her choice of where their reading pleasures would begin, she chose the shelves of Society, and elegantly began to run her hands along the book covers.

She watched the Lord Majere, his expressions changing with each page to his chosen binding. Curiously, as he reached the last pages, his Lord’s posture, disturbed. She followed the length of his arm as he replaced the book, and as he turned from the shelves she reached for it, opening it with a glance to his back, she began to read. It was a recount of the many ventures upon shrines, written by one who seemed an apprentice to a Lord of Stormhaven. The narration was detailed, and described great feats and accomplishment upon the quests to each shrine. Also included were the relationships, built between brethren during the period. She glanced him again as his own name was written upon the near to last pages, and reading upon the last words, she closed the book, insightful was the final page, and so explained his current poise.

The tale was disturbing to listen upon, but she knew that it was more so for him to tell...Thusly she offered comfort, understanding, and brief moments of contact. The moments passed, and they moved through the grand hall towards another book casing. Standing aside him, she moved her hands once more along the shelves, withdrawing a book now and then, as he did the same. Their conversations carried through the halls, and their gestures might have attracted the attentions of onlookers, had any arrived. She moved around him and steadily traced the bindings to the shelf he had been looking to, he stepped away slightly, so she had room, and with a long arm, pointed to one with a smirk...”This one here, is a good read...” He suggested, she looked to the cover of her own material...Shaking her head a moment, his smile coy, he continued...”This copy is different...” She tilted her head, and reached for the binding, the pages she let flutter through her fingertips, a small petal glided up from the book and into her swift moving hand. Smiling softly to him, she ran the ever familiar scent beneath her nose. The petals had been gifts from his Lord, since the beginnings. They were cherished, and great reflection upon the romance that was unfolding between them.

Each parting was as the sun sets, leaving a tinge of redness to her face, and warmth from it’s day long rays...LaBelle returned to her room in the Abbey, slipping out of her skirts and shirt, she lay atop the piled rolls to the bunk. Her eye lids heavy, she fell to sleep in short time, her body remained warmed through the night, her sleep sound.