Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ Thoughts of Love ❯ Lost in thought ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Dragonslayer 
Anime/Manga: Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.13.2001 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 247 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.13.2001 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 247 | Status: Completed
Chapter 1
Lost In Thought
Dilandau Albauto, captain of the dragon slayers, slouched on his throne. He searched the room with his eyes, and was glad to find that he was completely alone. He let his thoughts wonder, something he rarely let happen. There was only one reason for this. Each time he let his mind slip away from reality, it would find its way to Damia. This time, though, he wanted to think about her. She was by far his most skilled dragonslayer, despite the fact that she was a girl. He pictured her long black hair, deep purple eyes, slim body, and seductive smile. Maybe she didn't even relize how alluring it was. The again maybe she did because she hardly used it. Dilandau himself could remember seeing it only once. It had been after a mission that would have failed if not for her quick thinking. When they had returned, Dilandau had congradulated her in the hanger. She had smiled and thanked him. Ever since that day, he had become obsessed with her. He was still surprised that this was a kept secret to this day. He had to fight many times to keep himself from letting it slip. It was hard not to tell her that she was amazing, or to stare longingly at her. "Lord Dilandau?" Came her smooth as honey voice from the door way. Dilandau snapped his eyes from the floor to the girl who now stood before him. It took him a minute to respond. He looked at her for a minute, surprised at her presence. Then he had to make himself to act normal. "What is it?" He said, trying to sound impatiant. She held up a necklace. It had a long brass ovel hanging on the end of a length of string. In the ovel was writen "Firey One". "I found this in the hanger, near your guymelef. I though it might be yours." She said. He fought the urge to run up and hug her. That had been a very special gift from a friend, a friend that was now dead. He never toke it off, and scoulded himself for being so careless as to drop it. He retained his composure and boardly down to her. He took the neckalce and looked at it for a moment. "Yes, it is mine. Thank you, you may leave." He dismissed her. "Yes, Lord." She said and turned and left. He sat back down on his throne and mentaly beat himself up for dismissing her so quickly. He slouched once more and continued to think about Damia. She amazed everyone she met, even stratigose. She was very smart in almost all fields that she undertook. Folken would sometimes ask her to help him with an experiment and was always surprised by how much she knew about it. Dilandau was continualy impressed by her quick thinking on the battle field. She could fight two guymelefs at a time. She was also excellent at sword play. He recalled once when she had fought Allen Shezar. First they seemed to be evenly matched. The fight had gone on for half an hour before Allen had knocked her sword from her hand, but that hadn't stoped her. She had taken the flats of his sword between her palms and taken the wepon from him. She would have decaptiated him with his own sword if six of his men hadn't attacked her at once, before she could kill their commander. Yet she had come out of that completely unscratched. Even though her skills were obviously greater then Dilandau's, she was completely loyal to him. He could not force her to stay like he could the other dragonslayers, but despite the fact that she was free to do what she pleased, she stayed and fought in Dilandau's name. "No, I won't fall in love with one of my Dragonslayers. She is my soldiar, not my lover." He thought, but it was no use. He knew that he could no longer ignore her like this. He tried despiratly to restrain himself, but gave up as a voice in his head spoke. "Why not? You are a boy, she is a girl. There is nothing wrong. There is nothing wrong with falling in love with a girl." It said. Dilandau sighed and considered. That was right. She was a girl and he was boy. What was wrong with falling in love? Nothing. He let go of his desprite attempt to hide his feelings, and got up. He walked to her room, leaving his armored jacket on his throne. He made his way down the hall, slowly. He wanted to make sure that they were alone. Just as he was about to open her door, he stopped to listen. He heard her humming to herself, but no one else was with her. He opened the door. She stopped humming and snapped to attention. She also had taken off the armored jacket of her uniform. Because she was a girl, the violate undershirt was made a little diffrent, but not much. It still had no sleeves, and didn't quite cover her whole top. His eyes searched her body with a hunger. He had waited to long for this. "Yes, Lord Dilandau?" She asked nerviously, seeing the strange look in his eyes. Dilandau stopped to wonder how he was going to tell her. He had never been good at that sort of thing. He made a decision. He was going to show her instead. He closed the door and locked it, before he began to advance on her slowly. She backed away until she was in a corner and could go no further. "Relax." He said gently. He was about five inches away and she was now trembeling. "Don't worry, I don't bite." He said. Now he was right in front of her. She was still trembling. He gently took hold of her wrist and held them behind her back. Then, taking a small step forward, he pressed her into the corner. "I love you." He admitted softly. This caused her to tremble even more, but he didn't care. Wheater or not she returned his feelings was irrelivant at the moment. Even if she didn't love him back, even if she hated him for it, or even if she left, didn't matter. Dilandau had held his feelings from Damia far too long, and if he didn't now, it would drive him mad. She tried to struggle, but Dilandau tightened his grip on her hands and pushed her farther into the corner.
Damia now found herself unable to move and completely at the mercy of her master. She had had her dealings with men and lovers, but was always left with a broken heart. She had joined the Dragonslayers out of despiration, and had stayed with Dilandau because he seemed to be the least likly to ever fall in love with her. Of course she had seen the longing glances directed at her from the other 'slayers, but they knew what Dilandau would do if he caught them. She was after all, his best soldiar. Now she was being held to the wall as the man she had thought would never show affection to her (or anyone else), was about to.... Dilandau's lips got closer and closer to hers. She tried to move her head, but he had her in such a position that she could not move unless he permitted. And he didn't at the moment. He was taller then her, so her head was held in place by his chest. He lowered his lips to her's and gently kissed her. She had tears coming down her cheeks as he continued to show how much he loved her. He pulled up slightly and looked at her tears. "What is the matter, my dear?" He asked, kissing her again. Damia only wimpered and gave him a pleading look. "Don't worry, It won't hurt." He said as he started kissing her neck. She tried despiratly to shake him off, but again found that she could not move. He pressed his lips against hers and began to move them away from the corner. She tried to struggle again, but he still had her trapped. Dilandau walked slowly over to the bed. Damia was forced to walk backwards, so she had no idea were he was taking her. He pulled out of the kiss when he had reached the bad and forced her to lay down. He pinned her hands to her sides. "Lord Dilandau, please-" She said, her voice filled with fear, but he silenced her with a kiss. "I would not do that to you." He said, knowing what an impression that action had given off. "It's just more comfortable this way." He wispered, and went back to kissing her over and over again. He continued this for a time before finally giving into his own desire. He claimed her mouth and slipped his tounge into it.
An hour later, Dilandau had finally worn the poor fifteen- year-old girl out. He kissed her once more. "Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" He cooed softly into her ear. She just looked at him, trying to catch her breath. He smiled down at his lover. "I will be back, when you are more rested." He said. With that, he stood up and left the room.
Lost In Thought
Dilandau Albauto, captain of the dragon slayers, slouched on his throne. He searched the room with his eyes, and was glad to find that he was completely alone. He let his thoughts wonder, something he rarely let happen. There was only one reason for this. Each time he let his mind slip away from reality, it would find its way to Damia. This time, though, he wanted to think about her. She was by far his most skilled dragonslayer, despite the fact that she was a girl. He pictured her long black hair, deep purple eyes, slim body, and seductive smile. Maybe she didn't even relize how alluring it was. The again maybe she did because she hardly used it. Dilandau himself could remember seeing it only once. It had been after a mission that would have failed if not for her quick thinking. When they had returned, Dilandau had congradulated her in the hanger. She had smiled and thanked him. Ever since that day, he had become obsessed with her. He was still surprised that this was a kept secret to this day. He had to fight many times to keep himself from letting it slip. It was hard not to tell her that she was amazing, or to stare longingly at her. "Lord Dilandau?" Came her smooth as honey voice from the door way. Dilandau snapped his eyes from the floor to the girl who now stood before him. It took him a minute to respond. He looked at her for a minute, surprised at her presence. Then he had to make himself to act normal. "What is it?" He said, trying to sound impatiant. She held up a necklace. It had a long brass ovel hanging on the end of a length of string. In the ovel was writen "Firey One". "I found this in the hanger, near your guymelef. I though it might be yours." She said. He fought the urge to run up and hug her. That had been a very special gift from a friend, a friend that was now dead. He never toke it off, and scoulded himself for being so careless as to drop it. He retained his composure and boardly down to her. He took the neckalce and looked at it for a moment. "Yes, it is mine. Thank you, you may leave." He dismissed her. "Yes, Lord." She said and turned and left. He sat back down on his throne and mentaly beat himself up for dismissing her so quickly. He slouched once more and continued to think about Damia. She amazed everyone she met, even stratigose. She was very smart in almost all fields that she undertook. Folken would sometimes ask her to help him with an experiment and was always surprised by how much she knew about it. Dilandau was continualy impressed by her quick thinking on the battle field. She could fight two guymelefs at a time. She was also excellent at sword play. He recalled once when she had fought Allen Shezar. First they seemed to be evenly matched. The fight had gone on for half an hour before Allen had knocked her sword from her hand, but that hadn't stoped her. She had taken the flats of his sword between her palms and taken the wepon from him. She would have decaptiated him with his own sword if six of his men hadn't attacked her at once, before she could kill their commander. Yet she had come out of that completely unscratched. Even though her skills were obviously greater then Dilandau's, she was completely loyal to him. He could not force her to stay like he could the other dragonslayers, but despite the fact that she was free to do what she pleased, she stayed and fought in Dilandau's name. "No, I won't fall in love with one of my Dragonslayers. She is my soldiar, not my lover." He thought, but it was no use. He knew that he could no longer ignore her like this. He tried despiratly to restrain himself, but gave up as a voice in his head spoke. "Why not? You are a boy, she is a girl. There is nothing wrong. There is nothing wrong with falling in love with a girl." It said. Dilandau sighed and considered. That was right. She was a girl and he was boy. What was wrong with falling in love? Nothing. He let go of his desprite attempt to hide his feelings, and got up. He walked to her room, leaving his armored jacket on his throne. He made his way down the hall, slowly. He wanted to make sure that they were alone. Just as he was about to open her door, he stopped to listen. He heard her humming to herself, but no one else was with her. He opened the door. She stopped humming and snapped to attention. She also had taken off the armored jacket of her uniform. Because she was a girl, the violate undershirt was made a little diffrent, but not much. It still had no sleeves, and didn't quite cover her whole top. His eyes searched her body with a hunger. He had waited to long for this. "Yes, Lord Dilandau?" She asked nerviously, seeing the strange look in his eyes. Dilandau stopped to wonder how he was going to tell her. He had never been good at that sort of thing. He made a decision. He was going to show her instead. He closed the door and locked it, before he began to advance on her slowly. She backed away until she was in a corner and could go no further. "Relax." He said gently. He was about five inches away and she was now trembeling. "Don't worry, I don't bite." He said. Now he was right in front of her. She was still trembling. He gently took hold of her wrist and held them behind her back. Then, taking a small step forward, he pressed her into the corner. "I love you." He admitted softly. This caused her to tremble even more, but he didn't care. Wheater or not she returned his feelings was irrelivant at the moment. Even if she didn't love him back, even if she hated him for it, or even if she left, didn't matter. Dilandau had held his feelings from Damia far too long, and if he didn't now, it would drive him mad. She tried to struggle, but Dilandau tightened his grip on her hands and pushed her farther into the corner.
Damia now found herself unable to move and completely at the mercy of her master. She had had her dealings with men and lovers, but was always left with a broken heart. She had joined the Dragonslayers out of despiration, and had stayed with Dilandau because he seemed to be the least likly to ever fall in love with her. Of course she had seen the longing glances directed at her from the other 'slayers, but they knew what Dilandau would do if he caught them. She was after all, his best soldiar. Now she was being held to the wall as the man she had thought would never show affection to her (or anyone else), was about to.... Dilandau's lips got closer and closer to hers. She tried to move her head, but he had her in such a position that she could not move unless he permitted. And he didn't at the moment. He was taller then her, so her head was held in place by his chest. He lowered his lips to her's and gently kissed her. She had tears coming down her cheeks as he continued to show how much he loved her. He pulled up slightly and looked at her tears. "What is the matter, my dear?" He asked, kissing her again. Damia only wimpered and gave him a pleading look. "Don't worry, It won't hurt." He said as he started kissing her neck. She tried despiratly to shake him off, but again found that she could not move. He pressed his lips against hers and began to move them away from the corner. She tried to struggle again, but he still had her trapped. Dilandau walked slowly over to the bed. Damia was forced to walk backwards, so she had no idea were he was taking her. He pulled out of the kiss when he had reached the bad and forced her to lay down. He pinned her hands to her sides. "Lord Dilandau, please-" She said, her voice filled with fear, but he silenced her with a kiss. "I would not do that to you." He said, knowing what an impression that action had given off. "It's just more comfortable this way." He wispered, and went back to kissing her over and over again. He continued this for a time before finally giving into his own desire. He claimed her mouth and slipped his tounge into it.
An hour later, Dilandau had finally worn the poor fifteen- year-old girl out. He kissed her once more. "Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" He cooed softly into her ear. She just looked at him, trying to catch her breath. He smiled down at his lover. "I will be back, when you are more rested." He said. With that, he stood up and left the room.