Towards Their FutureA Story by VassDA look into the future of Ania and Randen. Randen's finally getting to say every single sweet thing he ever wanted to see.“Be still, my beating heart.” Ania turned around, a smile forming on her face. Randen stood in the doorway, leaning casually against the door frame. The sunlight spilling through the window made his white coat glow like the bright edges of a cloud on a summer day. His storm-blue eyes glimmered like ice on water, a mischievous glint dancing just out of reach. He opened his arms, inviting, and it was only a few short strides before he held her tight, her long white dress trailing behind her. After an eternity that was entirely too short, Randen pulled back, his eyes drinking in the sight of her. Her long black hair, freed from its customary braid, cascaded down her back, full and luscious. Instead of her standard headpiece, she wore a string of diamonds and black pearls that hung delicately across her forehead, contrasting clearly with her fair complexion. He ran his thumb gently along her cheek, smiling softly at the thought of everything that had brought them to this moment. “Did it hurt?” he asked softly. Her brow knit together in confusion. “What…?” “When you fell down from heaven, did it hurt?”As he spoke, the mischievous glint in his eye spread to his mouth, his lips spreading in a grin. Ania rolled her eyes and swatted him on the shoulder. “I cannot believe you just said that.” She tried to look stern, but one look at his infectious smile had her laughing despite her best efforts. He always had been able to do that. “How do you even come up with these things?” “I’ve had twenty years to figure out which ones you’d like best.” At this, her laughter quieted, and she met his loving gaze. A lock of her hair fell down in front of her eyes, and he brushed it tenderly aside. “I always did want to make you laugh.” She put her hand against his cheek, relishing the touch as only one who know the true value of love could. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you for everything.” “Let’s call it even.” Storm blue eyes glistening, he bent to kiss her. “Now there’ll be none of that.” A voice rang unexpectedly from the corner of the room. Looking up, Ania wasn’t terribly surprised to see Kryssa, her dark skinned maid servant, carrying the shear veil that was about to go in Ania’s hair. Glancing back at Randen, she shook her head, seeing he didn’t even have the good grace to look abashed at being caught in the bride’s room before the ceremony. He looked like he might even try to stay there until Kryssa started to physically shoo him out the door. “Go on, Master Randen. There’ll be plenty of time for such things at the altar. Now shoo!” Randen paused just outside the door, pulling something from one of his coat pockets. Expertly dodging Kryssa’s arms, he gently threaded the stem of a white rose bud into Ania’s thick black hair. Looking at her one last time before he turned to leave, he all but whispered, “The moon itself would be jealous of your beauty, my angel.” And with that, he turned walking towards their future.
© 2012 VassDAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on July 1, 2012 Last Updated on July 2, 2012 Tags: black horizons, flash fiction, love story, pick-up line AuthorVassDA tiny random town-city-dimension, IDAboutI'm a fledgling author with dreams about as big as one of Robert Jordan's books. Maybe more than one on top of each other. I love writing fantasy and science fiction stories (No matter how long a piec.. more..Writing
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