There is that one who has met my passion with her own and left me gasping." There is a form within my arms that I tenderly held and touched. I see in the dark before me softly glowing eyes of aqua, once tender in a moment of love, then flashing with defiance and anger, now dark and blue with some stirring I know I have caused, now green and gay with laughter spilling from them. I remember warmth at my side the likes of which can set my heart afire. "What man would boast the wisdom of his love? How many time has this world heard, 'I don't care, I love.' Do I count your faults and sins to tote them in a book?" "Shanna! Shanna! Shanna!" he sighed, placing his fingers on her hand and gently tracing the lines of her finely boned fingers. I have betrayed you into slavery and worse. "Why do you love me?" Her tone was wondrous. Shanna raised herself form his side and sat on her heels, staring down at him.
"Aye, I love you." The pain of longing marked his face with a momentary sadness.
"Strange that madness should speak the truth, but truth it is." He met her questioning eyes directly. Ruark's gaze turned away from her, and he rubbed the bandage on his leg before he spoke. When the storm struck, I asked you to love me, and you said you did." Her voice was the barest of whispers. His humor fled, and the smile left her lips as she continued, "You said it before, too. “In your madness you said you loved me," she murmured shyly.
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