Spring time.. The time of "happiness"

She observed him quietly, eyes taking in every infantesimal detail of his face. She took in a very quiet, small gasp when it clicked in the back of her mind that he was handsome. The gasp was probably even more so from the fact that she allowed herself to notice.

And then surprised flitted across her features, and she involuntarily raised a hand to her mouth. She recognized him. And it wasn't a week long recognition. It was a centuries long recognition. He had rescued her. And from a worse fate than he knew.

With the sudden realization that her strange reaction might bring the memory to the surface of his mind, she brought one of the many dormant chemicals her body had reproduced to the surface of her skin and rapidly multiplied it, creating an immediate 'cut' on her arm.

She touched her hand to her arm and looked at it blankly. "I wonder how I managed to cut myself." she murmured seriously, praying that he would not know she was lying.

She looked at his hand tentatively, nibbling on her lower lip subconciously. The expression on her face was the same reaction she had had the first time he had extended his hand to her. The visual fight between whether to accept his help or to flee. She had fled the first time. She had pushed his hand away and fled, not bothering to allow her mind to contemplate whether he was friend or foe.

This time it was different. She dipped her head in consent, and placed her hand in his, trying to ignore the warmth that shot up her arm when their hands connected. She told herself that she had probably just stolen his powers for a few moments, but she knew that that wasn't the truth. "If you would." she said softly, trying to shove the memory back away, and pretend that she had only met him a few days ago.

The side effects of a chemically produced wound were painful, and when she felt a tear course down her cheek she sniffed, and wiped it gently with her free hand. The throbbing pain in her arm made her inwardly wince, but when it was gone, she was aware that he was still holding her hand.

She pulled her hand out of his grasp quicker than she had meant, and took in a sharp breath as her arm throbbed at her again. "Stupid cut." she mumbled, before returning her gaze to his face.

Her eyes softened slightly, unconciously. "Thank-you. I'm much obliged." she told herself that the tingling in the hand that he had touched was simply a combination of lack of blood and a power steal, but she had a feeling that it was not.

Suddenly something clicked in the back of her mind, and she leaned forward slightly, peering at his face. A small, almost childish smile spread onto her face, and she gently stroked his cheek. "You're furry." she stated curiously, before taking her hand back, startled at the boldness of her own actions.

She flushed, rubbing the back of her hand shyly. When he laughed, she glanced up at him, startled slightly by his response, before a true smile widened her mouth and lit her eyes. "I'm sorry. I sometimes don't have very good control of my actions." she apologized out of habit, though she knew she didn't need to.

Without knowing, she had relaxed her body position so that she was open to him. In a split second, she made a decision, and the words were out of her mouth before she could double think. "I met you once before. When you were a knight." she said quietly, a distant look on her face.

She nodded. "I knew you were there to rescue me, but I couldn't trust anybody." she smiled softly. "My immortality is a result of an alchemist's experiment. I was held at Brenheim because he thought I could give immortality to him. I didn't know what would happen to me if he told anybody so I had to run."

She shook her head and chuckled. "I've always wondered if my life would have been so different if I hadn't been turned immortal." her eyes clouded over for a moment as she pondered what would have happened if she'd fallen in love, had a family and lived a normal, fear-free life. Then she shook it out of her head and averted her eyes out to the lake. To think about what could have been was a waste of time and energy.