Log; Closed

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When; Night,
Rating; PG
Characters; Eben Olemaun (northerndark) & Stella Olemaun (ressurectnlight)
Summary; A meeting on the beach.
Log; Once the sun had set that day, and he was sure it was safe, Eben had traveled a short distance to the beach from atop the lighthouse. It wasn't his first venture out into the new place, he'd been into the city several times, but this would be his first meeting with another soul since his arrival and turning. There was a great amount of doubt running through his head as he'd walked down; what if he couldn't control himself when he'd finally be reunited. He could smell blood of humans now...

He shouldn't think like that. This was the woman he'd sacrificed his mortality to and he only wanted for her to be safe. Attacking the one he loved wouldn't be protecting her, it'd be giving her more reason to feel threatened and alone. If he could control himself while he'd fought off the vampires in Barrow, then he could hold on longer just to see her.

The cool breeze of the ocean air and the smell of  the sea gave him a sense of tranquility and he remembered the first time Stella and he had gone to a beach to watch the sunset. Unfortunately he also remembered the day when he was cradled in her arms watching the sun rise for the very last time.

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As the last rays of sun glimmered, a lone figure stood on the shore. Statuesque she stood, silent, casting a slender silhouette across the sand, gazing long out over the endless waves and foreshadowing darkness. The sky bleeds as the light fades and the first cancerous clots of night spread across the wounded sky, a cool night wind brushed against her skin, sending the young woman shivering in the darkness. But it wasn’t cold wind breeze that made her draw her parka tighter.

A stir the memories, once locked away, now freely echoing through her soul, her breathing stilled. The last four months had seemed like one never-ending nightmare. The destruction of Barrow had only been the beginning: the authorities, the returning citizens, the disbelief, the evacuation, Jake, there was never any time to grieve—to breathe. Never time for the loss to set in, but now looking out over the long stretch fathomless water beaten back against the shore, Stella Oleman had scarcely dared to hope that the nightmare should finally end. That she should wake up to find Eben alive- even if only in the most figurative sense- and return to her.

But having felt the wind broken by a nearing figure, the blond deputy drew a shakey breath and turn.

Hope was a loaded gun.

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She looked the same as he'd once remembered her, even before the thirty days of survival had taken a toll on her body and mind. She hadn't appeared any different, but he knew that she'd survived long after his demise. Question was, how long had it been since he'd died?

The fear in his mind worried that he'd attack her once that drumming heartbeat had loudened and the scent of blood grew stronger, but her appearance had only caused him worry and concern. No desire for her blood, only for her safety and well being.

It was good to see her again.

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A wave of relief washed the grey, washing away memories of ashes and bloodtrails, Stella Olemaun breached the distance and laced her arms around Eben wanting, needing, to confirm he was real. There were no words for this.

The smaller figure drew head to rest against her husband, and in that perfect moment, the past drifted away and she breathed him in. Closing her eyes, she requainted herself with all she had taken for granted: the soft, faint smell she'd remembered, the warm farmilar comfort of his body against hers, the scratch of his beard against the smooth of her skin, the weight of his eyes on her, but there no heartbeat. Cold silence.

An icy shock drew her from her revery. Hands cupping the sides of his chiseled face, Stella peered into his eyes -—black as night—- and seeing her own palid reflection there, and smiled bittersweetly.

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He embraced her warmth as it washed over his cold form ignoring his what his new heightened senses had found and drew in her presence. The heat on her palms as they pressed on his face washed in the past. Before his change, before their separation, Stella had several times before stared into his eyes and pressed her body up against his as a sign of affection, of lust.

Staring at her, he had no words to speak. What he must look like to her, despite that she'd seen him changed once before, must have still shocked her. To become one of them; all for her.

What was there to say that hadn't already been said through their actions? Sometimes silence was the best remedy for moments like this.