Post by yasmine on May 31, 2009 15:28:54 GMT -4
Yasmine had figured someday she would return to New Orleans. It had been a very long time since she'd been able to get anywhere on her own accord without worrying about souls or which demons wanted her to run an errand on what day or what have you.
The other aspect which brought her to New Orleans was Carter. Yasmine had never shaken him from her head, no matter what had been happening to body at the time. She'd managed to keep onto the pendant with the angelic protection charm he'd given her years before. The amulet still dangled from its chain close to her neck. She was fairly certain it still worked and managed to keep her out of the angelic line of vision. If the fires of Hell couldn't rip such a thing away, nothing would. And if his memory still clung tightly to her, the theory was likewise.
She slipped through the streets of New Orleans. It was refreshing to see the city after so many years. Actually, it was refreshing to see anything so familiar. And to be so close to something familiar.....
Just the very thought of seeing Carter again caused the angelic side of her to push passed the demonic. There would never be a possibility of saving her soul again, but as long as she could balance in some way, the feelings would never die.
Yasmine found the convent with relative ease. She made no sound as she slipped through the hallways. The only word her mind registered was Carter's name. She needed to see him....if only for a little while.
He was suddenly there before her. At first, Yasmine thought it was some Hell induced hallucination. But no, it was certainly the living breathing man she had long since remembered. He was sleeping. The sofa beneath him holding his frame in perfect grace.
Yasmine came nearer. Gently, she kneeled beside the man's form. Her hand raised and traced his face for a slight instant. He was just as perfect as she remembered. She knew he had to have been in the same position as her. He was both the same person he'd once been, and nowhere near the same at the precise instant.
"Carter." She whispered the word as her lips fell lightly against his forehead.
The other aspect which brought her to New Orleans was Carter. Yasmine had never shaken him from her head, no matter what had been happening to body at the time. She'd managed to keep onto the pendant with the angelic protection charm he'd given her years before. The amulet still dangled from its chain close to her neck. She was fairly certain it still worked and managed to keep her out of the angelic line of vision. If the fires of Hell couldn't rip such a thing away, nothing would. And if his memory still clung tightly to her, the theory was likewise.
She slipped through the streets of New Orleans. It was refreshing to see the city after so many years. Actually, it was refreshing to see anything so familiar. And to be so close to something familiar.....
Just the very thought of seeing Carter again caused the angelic side of her to push passed the demonic. There would never be a possibility of saving her soul again, but as long as she could balance in some way, the feelings would never die.
Yasmine found the convent with relative ease. She made no sound as she slipped through the hallways. The only word her mind registered was Carter's name. She needed to see him....if only for a little while.
He was suddenly there before her. At first, Yasmine thought it was some Hell induced hallucination. But no, it was certainly the living breathing man she had long since remembered. He was sleeping. The sofa beneath him holding his frame in perfect grace.
Yasmine came nearer. Gently, she kneeled beside the man's form. Her hand raised and traced his face for a slight instant. He was just as perfect as she remembered. She knew he had to have been in the same position as her. He was both the same person he'd once been, and nowhere near the same at the precise instant.
"Carter." She whispered the word as her lips fell lightly against his forehead.