+Your Username:
Amaranthyne
+Name of the Mutato:
Idony
++Reason for choosing the name:
This name, as I have read, is Latin for "again to love". I find this very suiting seeing as in many love stories (at least that I have read) the leading lady loses the man she loves whether it is permanently or for a short while (or if one of them stop loving the other), but it almost always happens that in the end they come back together and love once again.
+write a love poem or story ;D :
[ This is an idea I had recently and really like, but may have some tweaks to it, I may one day make this a story, so please don't steal ^^ ]
The fever spiked again, my body trembling with chills as goosebumps sprouted across my soft skin. I could barely keep conscious my brain wavering as I felt myself being pulled under, to the deepest darkness, only to resurge again to the soft yellow lights that cast themselves around the room. A current of pain burst inside my chest and my head, my small hand latching firmly onto the soft material that was the blankets on the luxurious bed I laid upon, something I most certainly didn't get the privilege of, but once in blue moon. I could barely see, due to burning in my eyes and the sweat that coated my body and dripped into my eyes as well, but I did hear a murmur of voices out in the hallway, one very frustrated, roughly and fiercely demanding something about the doctor and time. The voices drifted away and I was alone once more, or so I thought, until I felt the soft dabbing of a dry cloth upon my face, drying away the sweat, then the light dabbing of a cooler cloth along my forehead. Then I heard it, the voice that was like the land of milk and honey, that was promised to the Hebrews, for me.
"Wake up Jessamine, please..." It stopped. Why did it stop? I wanted to hear it again, to not feel so alon- "You may not be able to hear me my dearest, but, I at least want to say that, even though you may not love me as I do you, I can say I would easily give my life for you to open those beautiful ivy eyes of yours. For you to laugh and dance, like you did the first night I saw you, on the Duke's birthnight ball, which was the same night as yours." I felt something rough, yet soft at the same time lightly skim the surface of my skin on my left cheek, though the touch was light, it made me feel safe and loved, like the most precious thing in the world that would break at any touch stronger than the one that was given. The touch was gone in an instant and I was left with a lingering trail that with each passing moment was disappearing.
I felt a familiar pair of arms lift me from my bed and begin to take me out of the room, down a corridor, then down a large set of stairs, down another corridor... I did not know this house, it was much larger than any that I was used to, I wondered where I was... The next thing I knew, a darkness washed over my closed eyelids and a cool wind picked up around me. I then heard a loud snort and felt myself being lifted high, still in the familiar arms, until I felt the familiar, unsteady sway and movement of a horse. "Are you sure about this Sir Nicholas?" Nicholas... The Earl, my fiance, the man I have convinced myself that I truly love. Or have I? His harsh, guttural voice filled my ears and rumbled through my body with as close as he held me, causing me to slightly cringe, "The doctor won't make it Lawrence, I'll take her myself." Lawrence, an Earl as well, my father... How much I wished I could apologize for all the wrongs I have done him, even as he continued to love me so. That strong, sweet voice came again, "Keep her safe Nicholas." I knew that voice, but, why couldn't I picture his face? The face that belonged to such a beautiful voice... I heard and felt as Nicholas let out a sort of curt grunt and gave what I assumed a nod, before bitterly saying, "I will your grace."
Nicholas only ever addressed one man in that manner. Thaddeus... The Duke, a personal favorite of the Queen, which in most cases was bad, but he never really took on to her advances. Why? Because he had declared to me, not three nights ago, his love for me. Ever since we met, back at the end of winter, our lives had seemed to be intertwined as we had run into each other at least twice every week, the rarest we would happen to come across each other would be once every two weeks, though nothing longer. I could feel my growing attraction towards the man, but I always denied it, denied him... Why? Why would I do such a thing? A feeling in my heart told me, "Because you never thought yourself worthy." and I knew it to be true. I never felt worthy enough to be with him, partially because he was a Duke, the highest of the nobility, just beneath the Royals, but that wasn't all. His kindness towards me and others who were kind and humble, but firmness to those who were spiteful and cruel. It was then a thought came, "Those like Nicholas." No... Nicholas wasn't a bad man, he just needed someone to bring the good out of him... "And what has the past season brought you?" Nothing... As much as I tried to deny it, I knew I couldn't help Nicholas. I tried, God knows I tried, but his anger and rough exterior mirrored his interior. I thought I would find an interior of love and kindness, that I would help bring out, at least for me to have... Though no such thing existed in him...
I used every ounce of willpower in me to crack open my eyes. The moment I did, I saw the golden orbs, full of promise of an undying and true love, that belonged to the person that I knew, deep down inside, that I belonged with. Thaddeus. The horse started moving away, I panicked, "STOP!" I kept eye contact with him the entire time, watching and slowly smiling as he came towards us. When he was finally only a step away I said, still looking at him, "Take me." He smiled, reaching up to caress my face, tears of happiness spilling over from his beautiful eyes. A steady thump of a horse and carriage was heard, the doctor had finally come. Thaddeus took me inside, carrying me gently, back to the room where the doctor checked me over. For hours again I went in and out of consciousness, but what seemed a lifetime later, I felt myself coming back. Opening my brilliant green eyes again felt wonderful, especially since my first sight was him, with the early rays of sunrise casting behind him, illuminating him like the angel he is to me. His eyes lit up once he saw mine, bright as ever, and that was when I knew to tell him, because from here on out, I was his, "I love you."
<3
Amaranthyne
+Name of the Mutato:
Idony
++Reason for choosing the name:
This name, as I have read, is Latin for "again to love". I find this very suiting seeing as in many love stories (at least that I have read) the leading lady loses the man she loves whether it is permanently or for a short while (or if one of them stop loving the other), but it almost always happens that in the end they come back together and love once again.
+write a love poem or story ;D :
[ This is an idea I had recently and really like, but may have some tweaks to it, I may one day make this a story, so please don't steal ^^ ]
The fever spiked again, my body trembling with chills as goosebumps sprouted across my soft skin. I could barely keep conscious my brain wavering as I felt myself being pulled under, to the deepest darkness, only to resurge again to the soft yellow lights that cast themselves around the room. A current of pain burst inside my chest and my head, my small hand latching firmly onto the soft material that was the blankets on the luxurious bed I laid upon, something I most certainly didn't get the privilege of, but once in blue moon. I could barely see, due to burning in my eyes and the sweat that coated my body and dripped into my eyes as well, but I did hear a murmur of voices out in the hallway, one very frustrated, roughly and fiercely demanding something about the doctor and time. The voices drifted away and I was alone once more, or so I thought, until I felt the soft dabbing of a dry cloth upon my face, drying away the sweat, then the light dabbing of a cooler cloth along my forehead. Then I heard it, the voice that was like the land of milk and honey, that was promised to the Hebrews, for me.
"Wake up Jessamine, please..." It stopped. Why did it stop? I wanted to hear it again, to not feel so alon- "You may not be able to hear me my dearest, but, I at least want to say that, even though you may not love me as I do you, I can say I would easily give my life for you to open those beautiful ivy eyes of yours. For you to laugh and dance, like you did the first night I saw you, on the Duke's birthnight ball, which was the same night as yours." I felt something rough, yet soft at the same time lightly skim the surface of my skin on my left cheek, though the touch was light, it made me feel safe and loved, like the most precious thing in the world that would break at any touch stronger than the one that was given. The touch was gone in an instant and I was left with a lingering trail that with each passing moment was disappearing.
I felt a familiar pair of arms lift me from my bed and begin to take me out of the room, down a corridor, then down a large set of stairs, down another corridor... I did not know this house, it was much larger than any that I was used to, I wondered where I was... The next thing I knew, a darkness washed over my closed eyelids and a cool wind picked up around me. I then heard a loud snort and felt myself being lifted high, still in the familiar arms, until I felt the familiar, unsteady sway and movement of a horse. "Are you sure about this Sir Nicholas?" Nicholas... The Earl, my fiance, the man I have convinced myself that I truly love. Or have I? His harsh, guttural voice filled my ears and rumbled through my body with as close as he held me, causing me to slightly cringe, "The doctor won't make it Lawrence, I'll take her myself." Lawrence, an Earl as well, my father... How much I wished I could apologize for all the wrongs I have done him, even as he continued to love me so. That strong, sweet voice came again, "Keep her safe Nicholas." I knew that voice, but, why couldn't I picture his face? The face that belonged to such a beautiful voice... I heard and felt as Nicholas let out a sort of curt grunt and gave what I assumed a nod, before bitterly saying, "I will your grace."
Nicholas only ever addressed one man in that manner. Thaddeus... The Duke, a personal favorite of the Queen, which in most cases was bad, but he never really took on to her advances. Why? Because he had declared to me, not three nights ago, his love for me. Ever since we met, back at the end of winter, our lives had seemed to be intertwined as we had run into each other at least twice every week, the rarest we would happen to come across each other would be once every two weeks, though nothing longer. I could feel my growing attraction towards the man, but I always denied it, denied him... Why? Why would I do such a thing? A feeling in my heart told me, "Because you never thought yourself worthy." and I knew it to be true. I never felt worthy enough to be with him, partially because he was a Duke, the highest of the nobility, just beneath the Royals, but that wasn't all. His kindness towards me and others who were kind and humble, but firmness to those who were spiteful and cruel. It was then a thought came, "Those like Nicholas." No... Nicholas wasn't a bad man, he just needed someone to bring the good out of him... "And what has the past season brought you?" Nothing... As much as I tried to deny it, I knew I couldn't help Nicholas. I tried, God knows I tried, but his anger and rough exterior mirrored his interior. I thought I would find an interior of love and kindness, that I would help bring out, at least for me to have... Though no such thing existed in him...
I used every ounce of willpower in me to crack open my eyes. The moment I did, I saw the golden orbs, full of promise of an undying and true love, that belonged to the person that I knew, deep down inside, that I belonged with. Thaddeus. The horse started moving away, I panicked, "STOP!" I kept eye contact with him the entire time, watching and slowly smiling as he came towards us. When he was finally only a step away I said, still looking at him, "Take me." He smiled, reaching up to caress my face, tears of happiness spilling over from his beautiful eyes. A steady thump of a horse and carriage was heard, the doctor had finally come. Thaddeus took me inside, carrying me gently, back to the room where the doctor checked me over. For hours again I went in and out of consciousness, but what seemed a lifetime later, I felt myself coming back. Opening my brilliant green eyes again felt wonderful, especially since my first sight was him, with the early rays of sunrise casting behind him, illuminating him like the angel he is to me. His eyes lit up once he saw mine, bright as ever, and that was when I knew to tell him, because from here on out, I was his, "I love you."
<3
Le prancer
) But I love this one! It is incredible <3
