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04 August 2009 @ 08:23 pm
Ancient Wounds pt 41 ii  

Author: yours truly, ExMaverick aka Jess

Title: Ancient Wounds

Rating: PG
Summary: Prequel to my vampire fic Deepest Shadow. Ville recounts the events of his mortal life growing up in the poverty of 20th century Finland, wrought with grief, sex, romance, passion and abuse leading into his birth to darkness.
His lengthy tales are imparted to the sleepy mind of his young lover, but only in the seclusion of his own darkest thoughts does he begin to relive the greatest obsessions and deepest hurts rooted in his bygone and decadent time.
Warnings: none
A/N: I have no beta, please excuse any mistakes herein
Pairing: Vam,Ville/Jonne, Ville/OC (in parts)

Previous Parts 1,2,3,4,5i,5ii,6,7,8,9i,9ii,10i,10ii,10iii

Deepest Shadows
Previous Parts 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17


So I had followed, stunned and light headed with emotional confusion. He lead me up a short creaking wooden staircase, favouring the parlour on the second level claiming it to have a fire and be warmer at this time of year than that facing the front of the house. The wooden panels of the walls and doors were painted here in colours of forest green and pallid yellow inlaid with the flocking of many tiny flowers, the style a nod to ancient times before our birth when the craftsman had still reigned supreme and revered. Indeed the place was warm, and in the fireplace burned beautifully rich-scented logs of apple wood which themselves created a sensual ambiance to place. Even in the dense dark of the room the timber floor was polished and reflected the welcoming light.

When we were stood by the fire only then did he speak again. I motioned to sit but he caught me off guard and reached out to clasp my wrist and pull my face into the light.
“Good God,” he whispered, almost shaking “You’ve barely changed at all”
I smiled up at him, for he was still a tall man, and let my wrist be held without protest.
“Age has been kind,” I grinned, heart beat dizzying and added laughing quietly “ As it has been for you I see also”

Cautiously, I reached a hand out to touch his cheek, fearing instant rejection after all this time, but found him responsive. The light illuminated one half of his face, highlighting the lines at the corner of his beautifully blue eyes put there by time. Surely now he was in his thirty-second or so year of life. I needed to see him properly, for all of the house had been kept dimly lit for our journey to this room and I needed to see the man he had become.

“Let me light candles, I wish to see you properly” I said “ I know you have electrical lighting, but will you let me light the candles? I never lost my love for the old ways. Neither have you, I should think by your clothes”

Emanuel laughed and relinquished my wrist. Of course we should light all the candles, for there were many and they could be as strong at the modern light all at once. He gestured then at his clothing as we began to light the room almost ritualistically together
and sighed.
“You know more rural places like this never much fancied the modern clothes, though we’re softening to the idea” He smiled. Having taken off his winter coat and tossed it aside he revealed himself to be wearing the same crisp white shirts he had in our youth together, shining pewter cufflinks adorning his wrists and collar. “However, it suites you very well I must say, Ville”

I shivered when he spoke my name quite visibly.

When the room was brightened we beheld one another from opposite sides of the fireplace, dumbstruck by one another. Age had not change his beauty but embellished it, his creamy skin still unblemished and his icy gaze still as piercing. His hair was tied back and pinned mercilessly away from his fine cheekbones. In silence we looked at one another, in a shock induced contentment. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his embrace by the firelight. I broke down instantly into tears of peace, my forehead pressed into his collar.
“I never thought I’d hold you again” His voice hummed, letting me feel its vibrations through our chests. Hs voice was calm yet I could hear tears in it “I honestly thought I had lost you. Now you’re here I’m overcome”

I felt the pressure of his gentle devouring kisses upon my hair and his fingertips caressing my scalp, turning my head from the safe enclosure of the nape of his neck to have his still wonderfully soft lips meet mine once again. I couldn’t bare the beauty and the intimacy of it.
“Is it wrong of me,” I breathed slowly between his shower of kisses “ to want a wedded man” It was more of a question to God than to Emmanuel, more a statement to the heavens than all else. He replied by encircling my waist and breaking the kiss to meet his forehead with mine. On a whim I reached up and pull his hair free from its confinement, sending his golden waves falling around his slender shoulders and spilling about my face. He had lost none of his angelic countenance and remained timelessly the delicate masculinity of Mars painted by Botticelli himself.

“I never stopped loving you,” he said, bringing my fingertips to his lips “nor do I think it were ever possible. My wife is just that. A wife. I care for her because it is the way things must be to please our kin. But we do not love one another in the true sense of the word. I am still, as I have always been, yours Ville”

I kissed his forehead with my arms now about his neck, slowly pondering the old mysteries of our youth rekindling. He spoke again-
“She is with child,” He swallowed hard, almost miserably “ I feel you deserve to know that”
I brushed some golden strands aside from his heavy eyes, gazing back thoughtfully. I reached fro the words.
“It is the way things must be” I sighed, thumbing his full bottom lip softly in acceptance “and I cannot resent you for obeying. My heart was only broken that you kept it secret from me”

His eyes were saddened slightly, but he understood my pain at what had transpired all that time ago. In our quiet way we had seemingly reconciled the past between us, and looked only at one another now.
“What of your keeper?” he said suddenly, concerned.
“I belong only to you now,” I smiled reassuringly “we are safe”

He drew my thumb into the warmth of his mouth and smiled wantonly, his slender fingertips caressing up my back through the fine density of fabric. I shuddered greedily, wanting suddenly more of him. Rocking instinctively into his hips I felt the welling desire obvious now in him, and now growing with me.
He kissed me passionately all of a sudden, his hot tongue slipping inside the cavern of my trembling mouth to met mine and making me moan unashamedly. I buried my fingers in his gorgeously thick hair.
“ Shall we go to bed?” He sounded, voice slicked now with an encouraged lust.
“No,” I replied hungrily, my hands slipping to the buttons upon his white linen shirt “I’ve waited years to see you in this clear light. I want you here”