Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ Thoughts of Love ❯ Fear and Acceptance ( Chapter 2 )
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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: 710 | Visits: 242 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.13.2001 | Pages: 1 | Words: 710 | Visits: 242 | Status: Completed
Chapter 2
Fear and Acceptance
Damia lay on her bed, gasping. Not because she couldn't catch her breath, but because of what had just happend. Dilandau hadn't physicly hurt her, but he had been very cogent in his love. Holding her down, not allowing her to move, doing to her what he pleased. She wanted to run, but she was so tired right now. He had said that he would be back, and she had no dout he would. He was just another man, who would leave her sooner or later. "Or would he? It took a lot to come and tell you that. He wouldn't do this if he wasn't serious." Damia forced the thought out of her head. No, she thought, All men are the same. She didn't want Dilandau to come back and do that to her again. She tried to gather the strength to get up, but fell back onto the bed. "I'm just to tired." She said out loud. She wanted to get up and run away, but was to exausted. She fought to stay awake, but soon fell asleep. She wasn't sure how long she had slept, but when she did finally wake up, Dilandau was sitting on the bed. "Please, don't." She wimpered. Dilandau smiled lovingly at her. He pressed his finger to her lips gently. A tear roled down her cheek. He put his fingure under it and it fell onto the tip of it. He looked at it for a moment before tiping it into his mouth. Then, instead of holding her to the bed, he lifted her to her feet and walked her to the door. "Where-" She started, but Dilandau kissed her, stifleing the question. "My room." He wispered. He knew that one of the other dragonslayers might knock and then how would he explain why he was in her room? They knew better then to bother him while he was locked in his room.
There was no escape. Her skills with a sword and guymelef might be greater then his, but he was certainly stronger then she. And here she had no wepons. Dilandau walked her down the hall to his room without meeting anyone along the way. Damia looked around the large room. It had a fireplace at one side of the wall, and a decorative chair stood in front of it. Dilandau layed her on the much softer bed at the other side of the room. He left her momentarily to lock the door. She jumped up and made a break for the door, but Dilandau easily caught her before she could reach it. He once again placed her on the bed. "Don't be afraid of me." He said. Damia was surprised to relize that he had a pained expression on his face. Did it really hurt him so much when she tried to get away? He smiled as she stopped struggling and layed still. He leaned in and began to kiss her over and over again. She let him, and at one point even began to kiss back. A few hours later, Dilandau pulled away and tried to catch his breath. Damia was gasping in exaution, but she was happy. "I-" Dilandau started. "I think- I think we should stop." He said between gulps of air. Damia looked a little sad at this. She had enjoyed it. And this was the first man who had really loved her. Not the blind lust of those other men who hadn't lasted more then a week. "Just for today." He said. Then he looked out the window and corrected himself with an amused smile. "Or rather, tonight." She smiled back and sat up. "I will see you tomorrow, my love." She said, kissing Dilandau once more before starting towards the door. He thought for a moment. He took off the necklace that she had returned to him, and slipped it around her neck. "Good night." He said. "Good night."
Gatti yawned as he walked to his room. "Hi, Damia." He said as he passed her in the hall. "Hi, Gatti." She said, only half listening. He watched her go into her room, curious about the dreamy smile that was on her lips and the familiar-looking necklace around her neck.
Fear and Acceptance
Damia lay on her bed, gasping. Not because she couldn't catch her breath, but because of what had just happend. Dilandau hadn't physicly hurt her, but he had been very cogent in his love. Holding her down, not allowing her to move, doing to her what he pleased. She wanted to run, but she was so tired right now. He had said that he would be back, and she had no dout he would. He was just another man, who would leave her sooner or later. "Or would he? It took a lot to come and tell you that. He wouldn't do this if he wasn't serious." Damia forced the thought out of her head. No, she thought, All men are the same. She didn't want Dilandau to come back and do that to her again. She tried to gather the strength to get up, but fell back onto the bed. "I'm just to tired." She said out loud. She wanted to get up and run away, but was to exausted. She fought to stay awake, but soon fell asleep. She wasn't sure how long she had slept, but when she did finally wake up, Dilandau was sitting on the bed. "Please, don't." She wimpered. Dilandau smiled lovingly at her. He pressed his finger to her lips gently. A tear roled down her cheek. He put his fingure under it and it fell onto the tip of it. He looked at it for a moment before tiping it into his mouth. Then, instead of holding her to the bed, he lifted her to her feet and walked her to the door. "Where-" She started, but Dilandau kissed her, stifleing the question. "My room." He wispered. He knew that one of the other dragonslayers might knock and then how would he explain why he was in her room? They knew better then to bother him while he was locked in his room.
There was no escape. Her skills with a sword and guymelef might be greater then his, but he was certainly stronger then she. And here she had no wepons. Dilandau walked her down the hall to his room without meeting anyone along the way. Damia looked around the large room. It had a fireplace at one side of the wall, and a decorative chair stood in front of it. Dilandau layed her on the much softer bed at the other side of the room. He left her momentarily to lock the door. She jumped up and made a break for the door, but Dilandau easily caught her before she could reach it. He once again placed her on the bed. "Don't be afraid of me." He said. Damia was surprised to relize that he had a pained expression on his face. Did it really hurt him so much when she tried to get away? He smiled as she stopped struggling and layed still. He leaned in and began to kiss her over and over again. She let him, and at one point even began to kiss back. A few hours later, Dilandau pulled away and tried to catch his breath. Damia was gasping in exaution, but she was happy. "I-" Dilandau started. "I think- I think we should stop." He said between gulps of air. Damia looked a little sad at this. She had enjoyed it. And this was the first man who had really loved her. Not the blind lust of those other men who hadn't lasted more then a week. "Just for today." He said. Then he looked out the window and corrected himself with an amused smile. "Or rather, tonight." She smiled back and sat up. "I will see you tomorrow, my love." She said, kissing Dilandau once more before starting towards the door. He thought for a moment. He took off the necklace that she had returned to him, and slipped it around her neck. "Good night." He said. "Good night."
Gatti yawned as he walked to his room. "Hi, Damia." He said as he passed her in the hall. "Hi, Gatti." She said, only half listening. He watched her go into her room, curious about the dreamy smile that was on her lips and the familiar-looking necklace around her neck.