Vuelve a Mi

[MissVictoria]

ooc: Don't ask me where I'm going with this, I don't know.
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She sits alone on the park bench, waiting.

For what?

It is impossible to say.

She sits this distant morning in a beam of warm light, its surface seeming to dance in rythm with the clusters of dandelion that have opened up everywhere in this park, in recent days. Sun and rain, cloud and light, flower and stone- they are each so closely bound together in this place, so almost prophetically joined, that she experiences a spasm of joy to find herself at the heart of such a holy convergence.

And yet, she feels... discontent.

Her thoughts drift back inside her minds eye, and she can recall the faint face of her love- that image which grows less clear to her day by day, blurring and yellowing like an old photograph.

Perhaps she waits for him? Perhaps. It is unclear, even to her. She is enjoying the morning, and is aware of her discontent, and that is as much as she knows. Perhaps she is waiting for a new love. Perhaps, the rustle of a leaf.

There is only pleasant morning. The waiting. Discontent. There are words also, stuck in her head. She has brought along a journal, and she writes them down with a quick, flowing script:

You shine like the moon over water
And you darken the sky when you leave
Now I want to know how to keep you
Vuelve a Mi
Return to me

I am here calling the wind
I am here calling your name
I am here calling you back
Return to me

I know what it means to be lonely
And I know what it means to be free
Now I want to know how to love you
Vuelve a Mi
Return to me

She finishes, letting the gentle morning breeze blow the ink dry. She stares of into the distant green of trees, waiting.

 

[cgraven]

A lone

He walks through the park. Vaguely aware of his surroundings. A lone in his mind keeping his own counsel. One life ended, another not yet begun. All that he was has ended. No more the sea, the call to action. What now? How will he define himself?

There is no one. He was always to busy, always on the move, a posting here, a posting there. The world his stage. Yet no place to call home. He ambles across the grass of the rolling glade. Lost in his own world no longer a part of theirs.

He trips on an unseen root, catches himself. That was the first time he noticed her. She was writing in her journal. Like a thief he peered over her shoulder stealing into her soul through her words. Never take something of value with out giving some thing in return. That is what his mother had taught Him. Slowly and softly he speaks, his voice a whisper on the wind:



Two rainbows alone in the ski.

The storm with sudden fury struck.

Biting wind driven rain cuts.


Two rainbows alone in the ski.

One brilliant and vibrant.

One pale and fading.


Two rainbows alone in the ski

Their bows matched in span and breath.

Parallel but destined never to join.

 

[scrymettet]

A shadow drift close and land on the bench. A somber man sit near her, lost in his onw thought. Tall, donning his long leather cloak as an armor against the word, he is sitting there, intruding a space.
In his mind this old sentences learned so long ago :

les chants les plus désespérés sont les chants les plux beaux
et j'en connais d'immortels qui sont de purs sanglots

After a while, she decides to leave, and in an automatic gesture he tends his hand to help her.

 

[MissVictoria]

ooc skry, since I'm not ready to leave the bench yet, I'll respond to yours later!

She heard a voice rising in a whisper behind her, and she jumped, startled. She had not noticed the man standing behind her, and embarrased, she clamped the pages of her journal quickly shut.

She glanced over her shoulder and squinted in the morning sun to see him, raising a hand to her forehead to block the sunlight. His features were indetermite, cast in shadow, and this unnerved her, causing her to jump to her feet, and spin around to face him- she was not used to meeting strangers in the park, and was uncomfortable around anyone whose intentions she did not know.

Her fear was apparant in her voice as she spoke, glancing from side to side nervously, and hugging the journal to her chest.

"Wh-what? I mean... who? I mean... who are you, and what are you doing?"

She resembled a timid rabbit, ready to bolt at any moment.

 

[cgraven]

The stranger

"Wh-what? I mean... who? I mean... who are you, and what are you doing?"

She resembled a timid rabbit, ready to bolt at any moment.

She was bathed in golden sunlight a creature both frail and delicate. He sees a deep sorrow in the depth of her eyes that can not be masked by the fright that is on their surface.

I'm sorry I didn't mean to startle you." His voice was low somewhere between a bass and a baritone. A voice you could feel as well as hear. It had a lonely haunting quality to it.

He was not handsome in the classical sense, but rather a man of the elements. His featured weather and molded by a life at sea. His skin bronzed by tropical suns. His face creased by northerly gales. The ginger hair thinning but untouched by gray. He had massive hands and there was a subtle strength to him from years of hard work.


"My name is Dave."

"May I buy you a cup of coffee to make up for giving you such a fright." The hint of a Canadian accent played around his words.

 

[MissVictoria]

"My name is Dave." stated the shadowed figure before her. The sunlight was blinding, and she took of her small and stylish glasses because they were glinting in the light.

He continued: "May I buy you a cup of coffee to make up for giving you such a fright?" There was a slight accent hidden in his voice, and she was unsure of what it was precisely, but she found it pleasant- still, she reviewed the man, this 'Dave', cautiously.

"I have money for coffee," she replied. She noted that the closest coffee house was a high traffic area, and it was likely a safer place to speak with someone than the partially secluded park.

"But I could use company, I suppose..." She wore a thick gray turtleneck sweater, and the arms were too long on her- the sweater hung partially over her hands and this was apparant when she raised one to brush a lock of errant black hair behind an ear.

She was by all appearances someone who was not unfamiliar to coffee houses- in fact, she seemed as if she would fit into one quite stylishly, perhaps reading classical literature or engaging in a game of chess. The stereotype suited her. She was dressed in dark clothing, the thick gray sweater, a long black skirt, and dark brown clogs. She wore no jewelry or makeup, her hair was thin and hung limply down down to her jawline, stylishly toussled. Her eyes were a cool blue, that showed obvious intelligence. She was in her latter twenties, most likely a starving artist or writer, a sort of shiftabout. If she had cared about her appearance, perhaps she would have been stunning, but she did not, and was not.

"My name is Sara," she offered, as she started to walk with the man in tow. "Why did you say those words just now?"

 

[cgraven]

Dave

"My name is Sara," she offered, as she started to walk with the man in tow. "Why did you say those words just now?"

"There are two reasons Sara." Dave went on to explain that he thought the two poems mirrored each other and that he had been taught by his mother never to take anything of value with out giving something in return.

'Now I know that little ditty of mine isn't much but it is all I had to give you."

"It reminded me of the sea and how it calls to you. Almost like a lover, the spray that kisses your cheek as the wind is rising, the gentle undulating waves that rock you to sleep,.................."

"I'm sorry didn't mean to go on like that." "Which way to the coffee, and it is my treat. I made the offer."

His speech was direct, no nonsense, but there was no harshness to it just plain simple direct talk with no pretence. As the wind picked up Dave turned the collar of his seaman's jacket to it.

He fell in step with Sara chatting a little, just small talk as they crossed the park.

 

[MissVictoria]

"Which way to the coffee, and it is my treat. I made the offer."

Sara gestured toward the street they were approaching. She looked down at her shoes as she walked, watching her feet peeking out from under her fitted black skirt.

step...
step...
step...
step....

As she walked in silence, and he made attempts at small conversation, she thought about his description of the ocean.

"You know, poets and painters are in love with the ocean. Some of my favorite verse is about the sea, and isn't it strange to think that I've never been there?"

 

[cgraven]

Dave

"You know, poets and painters are in love with the ocean. Some of my favorite verse is about the sea, and isn't it strange to think that I've never been there?"

"Sara no painting, no verse could ever do her justice."..... "The sea is a wild untamed and jealous lover."......... "She calls you, beckons you, and demands all you attention."...... "She will lull you in to a false sense of security calm and placid, then turn around and try and kill you."....... " You cruse her, you scorn her, you turn your back on her for the placid love of the land, but she will always seduce you back again to her bosom."

There is a whispful long in his eyes as he speaks of the sea the love of his life.

 

[MissVictoria]

She listened to the man as he passionately spoke about the sea, and as she watched her feet, only occasionally glancing to him, she could hear the soft crackling of leaves underfoot as they walked.

His description reminded her of a verse, and when the stranger finally stopped speaking, her own voice raised quietly, reciting the words.

"I will go back to the great sweet mother,
Mother and lover of men, the sea.
I will go down to her, I and none other,
Close with her, kiss her and mix her with me;
Cling to her, strive with her, hold her fast:
O fair white mother, in days long past
Born without sister, born without brother,
Set free thy soul as thy soul is free. "

As they walked silently, she continued:

"O fair green-girdled mother of mine,
Sea, that art clothed with the sun and the rain,
Thy sweet hard kisses are strong like wine,
Thy large embraces are keen like pain.
Save me and hide me with all thy waves,
Find me one grave of thy thousand graves,
Those pure cold populous graves of thine
Wrought without hand in a world without stain.

I shall sleep, and move with the moving ships,
Change as the winds change, veer in the tide;
My lips will feast on the foam of thy lips,
I shall rise with thy rising, with thee subside;
Sleep, and not know if she be, if she were,
Filled full with life to the eyes and hair,
As a rose is fulfilled to the roseleaf tips
With splendid summer and perfume and pride.

This woven raiment of nights and days,
Were it once cast off and unwound from me,
Naked and glad would I walk in thy ways,
Alive and aware of thy ways and thee;
Clear of the whole world, hidden at home,
Clothed with the green and crowned with the foam,
A pulse of the life of thy straits and bays,
A vein in the heart of the streams of the sea. "

She noticed that he was silent as he strode beside her.

"Are you certain that no verse could do it justice?"

 

[cgraven]

Dave

He listens to Sara voice as the feeling for the verse came through to him. Was it the sea she longed for or some one to call her own? He couldn't make up his mind. Sara was a drift with no anchor to hold her, no snug harbor to call her own, no holding ground, to keep her from being driven aground by the outrageous winds and tides of life. She looked to her feet, she looked inward, almost afraid to touch or be touched. Some how she had been hurt and hurt badly.

His thoughts had made him lose step with her. Now half a pace behind her, he longed to reach out and lay one of his massive hands upon her shoulder, to comfort this stranger. Slowly his hand reach out as if to touch her. Dave stopped in mid reach. No, why intrude on her. Why get close, they where from two different worlds. The only thing in common their love for the sea, hers the romantic ideal, his the yearning for a lost lover, wild in her passion.

Without warning or thought, the words where on his lips before he could stop them. "Sara would you like me to take you down to the sea?"

 

[MissVictoria]

"Sara would you like me to take you down to the sea?"

The words shocked her at first. She felt a ripple of energy begin at the base of her spine and course through her body, but she did not know what caused it- if it was fear, excitement, or a strange combination of both.

She longed to say yes- for some reason it seemed correct, seemed fate that he should take her to the sea, but her practical spirit always took over:

"It is.... over a hundred miles. Thats a long way to go... with someone you don't know..."

She glanced over to him, now realising that they had both stopped walking. They stood underneath a tree with brown autumn leaves rustling overhead. For a moment she just looked into his eyes, regarding him completely.

 

[cgraven]

Dave

Without notice we had stopped walking. We where underneath a tree with brown autumn leaves rustling overhead. For a moment she just looked into my eyes.

There seemed a conflict reflected in Sara's shimmering eyes between the romantic, of her words, and the pragmatist of her dress.

She had said, "It is.... over a hundred miles. That' a long way to go... with someone you don't know..."

Dave looked deeply into Sara's eyes all the way to her soul and her love for the sea. " You know we both love the sea. What more is there to know"

He bent forward and kissed her. His lips barely brushing Sara' lips leaving behind the slight salty taste of the sea.

 

[MissVictoria]

More convincing than any words could ever have been, was the delicate kiss that he granted her- more like a whisper of breath, than a threat. More like a promise of safety, than nagging insistance.

Sara blinked at him in suprise as he withdrew his lips. Her breath was cought somewhere in the back of her throat, and she didn't know what to do or say, and so she only smiled slightly as pink rose to her cheeks. She looked closely into his eyes, searching their depths.. but all she saw was the searching that were also within his. She saw searching, and sadness... was that a tinge of longing?

Only moments had passed, but this kiss had changed her. Was she different? Could he see it? She felt different, and wondered if it was visible. Poets spoke of love showing in the eyes, changing features.

Finally, she found her voice. It was soft, with no tinge of harshness as perhaps it had had, before.

"Come, lets get that coffee then..."

She loosely twined her fingers in his, and pulled him forward from his standstill. This time when they began walking, they were side by side, and hand in hand.

 

[cgraven]

Dave

Their kiss but a moment in time faded as his lips reluctantly parted from Sara's He searched her eyes and soul as she did his. There was a gentle softening of Sara's features as a touch of rose pink colored her cheeks. The walls of protection that kept others a bay slowly cracked and crumbled. The harsh countenance of dress and groom vanishing with their kiss to be replaced by a simple classic beauty.

"Come, lets get that coffee then..."

Sara's voice was soft and sweet as the morning breeze from the land, full of the fragrances, the pleasures, which call sailors' home from the sea.

He could feel the warmth of the gentle glow that crept to his cheeks, unbidden, but not rejected. A softening of the heart, an openness, unknown for years.

She loosely twined her fingers in mine, and pulled me forward from our standstill. This time when we began walking, we were side by side, and hand in hand.

I began to take Sara to the sea, with my words of a love fondly remembered.

 

[MissVictoria]

There are certain moments in life, where your heart fills so much with the passion of another, that your chest feels as if it threatens to burst. The descriptions with which they speak colour your soul, create soft strings of energy that bind you somehow to the speaker.

And so it was now. As Sara listened to the man speak, he ceased to be a stranger, and she began to feel as if she was provided with the opportunity to glimpse into, and partake of his soul.

He spoke with love and longing. Sara wished at the moment to do nothing else, than cradle his head in her arms as he spoke, to hold him close to her breast, and whisper into his hair.

She waited until he had paused speaking, so as not to interrupt him.

"Take me there..." was what she said.

 

[cgraven]

Dave

"Take me there..." was what she said.

It was as simple a statement as could be made. Sara voice now soft and tender a bit husker than before. No longer was their destination a little cafe for coffee and to wield away the afternoon in pleasant conversation. No he could now feel the tentative reaching out of Sara soul to his, warm, shy, afraid, yet trusting.

They continued their walk through the park. Then the long drive to the sea in his old surplus jeep. The wind blowing through their hair. The sun was just dipping into the sea as evening came on. The waves surged and thundered at the base of the headland. The sea in all its power and might lay at their feet as the gathering storm approached and broke upon them.

The first few drops wash away their fears. They ran for the jeep soaked to the skin as the storm intensity grew.

" I saw and inn just down the road. You need to get warm and dry."

Simple words, truthful words, of things needing doing. A sailors words.

 

[MissVictoria]

Sara

The rain fell heavily upon the jeep's windows, creating patterns of sound and motion that were entrancing. The windshield wipers of the vehicle swept rhythmicly in front of her eyes patting and parting. The windows were lightly fogged, and the view from all sides echoed clean gray skies and water

They rode otherwise in silence, and she glanced over to her companion. She could feel the distance between them, every inch unjust. She longed to press her body close to his; hip, breast, lip.

A modest white inn rose before them, and the jeep parked, the engine shutting off and the sounds of the falling rain becoming more clear and precise.

She glanced over to him, a strand of wet hair in her face. She thought she could see something in his eyes.

 

[cgraven]

Dave

The ride is in silence. Not the strained silence as before more the silence, the calm before the storm. My thoughts are of Sara the way she looked on the headland, her hair flowing in the wind, the first drops of rain to kiss her cheeks, how those blessed rain drops transformed her particle clothes in to a sensual arraignment, that would stir any man?
's hart and passions.

We pull-up to the modest white inn, The sign swing in the wind reads "The Sailor's Rest".

A strand of wet hair clings to Sara's face. There is a wishful something in her eyes. My fingers reach out to brush the strand away. My eyes meet hers. My lips brush hers. They are sweet warm and moist.

 

[MissVictoria]

His fingers touched her cheek, and the earth reeled. They moved slowly to brush a strand of hair from her face, and time slowed to a delicious crawl.

His eyes...

His lips on hers... promising to be more. The windows in the vehicle were becoming fogged, and the pat of the rain around them was like seconds and minutes falling around them. Sara did not know how long the sweet kiss encompassed her, but she knew that she enjoyed the taste of his lips, and their touch.

Outside a simple sign swung in the slight breeze, creaking softly. She exhaled, and the noise seemed amplified in the moment, as she gazed back into his eyes. She blinked once, and her eyes said that she had needed the kiss. She blinked once more, and her eyes said that she needed him.

Her hands found the doorhandle, and she opened it, stepping out of the car, but not leaving his gaze. She watched as he opened the door as well, and for a moment they both stood stupidly in the rain, watching each other from a distance.

 

[cgraven]

My lips brush hers. They are sweet warm and moist. Her eyes spoke with a tender passion that moved his soul.

They where standing there in the rain like a couple of school kids on there first date. Not sure of what came next or how to tell the other of their feelings. A smile crossed his face and laughter came to his lips.

"Sara aren't we the pair standing out here in the rain when we came here to get warm and dry"

He walked over and swept her into his arms. He gazed down into her eyes while he held her tightly to him. He could feel her breathing as her body moved against his, her breath as it kisses his cheek, with hear nearness. The rain glisten on Sara upturned face. He brushed Sara's lips again with a kiss yet deeper this time. He broke the their kiss and taking Sara by the hand they ran to the shelter o f the Inn.

 

[MissVictoria]

Hand in hand they ran together up the wharped wooden steps of the modest inn, as the rain fell heavily about them.

She was laughing again by the time they reached the screen door and stepped inside. But first the paused outside the door to kiss him once more as the desk clerk inside looked on, trying not to pay attention.

Water was dripping from his face and hair into her own face, and mingling together alongside the kiss, which seemed so perfectly natural. It should be that they were here together, like this. The moment was perfect, and Sara had no doubt that her lips belonged against his.

 

[cgraven]

"Sara aren't we the pair standing out here in the rain when we came here to get warm and dry"

I took her hand and we ran splashing through the puddles to the old wooden porch. Now soak to the skin we paused before entering. Her laughter was light and gay as she kissed me. It was warm and deep that kiss, as the desk man looked on, as he pretends not to. I did not care for Sara was all that I could see.

He showed us to a room the only one left. A small hearth there he lit the lire.

“Guess you folk should get out of those wet things.” The old fellow teased. “This should warm you two up”.

Sara’s cheeks where flushed and color as she buried her face in my chest.

.”See you in the morning.” And he was gone.

I was as giddy a schoolboy. None of this had been planed

Laughter filled my eyes as I lifted her chin and brought my lips to hers again to share my growyng passion for in a kiss once more.

“Sara Where do we go from here?”

 

[MissVictoria]

"He is right, you know..." she stated, her cheeks pink. 'About getting out of the clothes..."

She brushed a lock of hair from her face, stepping forward. "We can hang them in front of the fire, and..."

But she did not finish, because at that moment the corner of his mouth looked irresistable, and she moved to press her lips to the spot. Then they were pressed together, two cold bodies in wet clothes, hair and lips and tongue and hands searching.

 

[cgraven]

"He is right, you know..." she stated, her cheeks pink.”About getting out of the clothes..."

Sara’s voice was light and teasing then she kissed me, stepping forward and standing on her tip toes. She was the only thing in my world. My hands held the sides of her face, wet hair in my fingers, my hands eagerly exploring her through wet clothes, that now fit like a second skin.

“Yes I do believe he is right.”

I step back as I unbutton Sara’s blouse and slip it from her shoulders, I unzip her skirt and it pools around her feet. There is a hind of a blush on Sara’s cheeks as I strip my own shirt off.

Again I find Sara in my arms as my lips explore her shell like ears and the hollow of her neck. My hands become familiar with the contours of Sara’s body asking not demanding in their search to know it.