Union

Flash isn't sure what brought him to this spot other than the fact that Anwyn seems to frequent it so often ... perhaps he's trying to determine the appeal for himself. He sits now upon the beach in cross legged style, arms draped over his legs with his back straight, head down, eyes closed, and mind fully elsewhere, adrift on vacant thoughts like a vessel lost at sea, with nothing but the sounds of the ocean breeze playing over gently crashing surf.

'It is..so...Alive, is it not?' Her voice is soft, accentless, the more relaxed she has become here, the less she clings to the vestiges of the rural past. Dressed in soft white linens the girl's steps are near silent, save the drag of her wooden stave in the sand. A deep breath to fill lungs with the briney freedom of the waves that lap to caress her bare toes. That grey cat of hers mewling out in welcome, rubbing his cheek against the thigh of the man in the sand. The tall girl herself is stood just down the beach from Flash, wind whipping through her hair, long fiery copper strands that waves with almost scentience to the bright morning. Bruise faded to yellow now, still obvious against her pale skin, but the bandage about her eyes is gone, sightless and proud now, that familar gift box held aloaft above her head by warm rainbow tendrils. Flash was aware of the pair's approach for quite some time now, smiling as they both make their greetings to him each in their own way. Slowly the vessel that is Flash's mind returns to the shores of the body, and a hand is raised to reach for the cat's head, stroking it lightly as a smile marks his face. "Indeed it is," Flash says aloud softly, barely heard over the crashing waters nearby that threaten to even encroach on where Flash sits upon the sands. Flash tilts his head to one side slightly, as if mulling over something in his mind, eyes still closed. At length, his smile broadens. "You've been practicing."

'I have not stopped practicing...Sometimes I wake with the dawn and find I have been working on it even during my dreams.' A few gentle steps taken closer, even as those warm webs of her sight slide out across the sand to wrap around his hand, almost like it was her hand holding his, five small branches of rainbow warmth branching off from the main to meld with his fingers. Her own eyes are open, vivid green and as lush as dew laden feilds, laid obtuse by the fog of sightless pupils. 'May I spend some time with you?' Gesturing with a tug of a web, a thoughtless action, to the sand next to him, still she works on the puzzle box, her attention and focus so easily split. Flash seems quite impressed by what she tells him. "Even in your sleep ..." He ponders this a moment as his hand moves further into Anwyn's grasp gently. His head turns to face the place indicated by her spiritual gesture, as he indeed would seem to be sensitive to such things in his currently heightened state of awareness that lies just on the outskirts of consciousness. For a simple reply, and almost as a kind of experiment, he gently tugs on the tendrils held within his hand as one would guide another into a chair, clearly an invitation.

A little start of surprise at the...contact...Between them, unused to the interaction with the probosci of her mind, but a smile blooms none the less on the blushing rose of her cheeks. Movig as invited she folds herself onto the sand next to him, wriggling a little to find a position that she can hold comfortable, legs twisted up into the lotus, a poise so fitting to the long legged colt. 'In my sleep, when I meditate...It seems my mind is loathe to leave it unsolved...And oh, the...pictures, the warmth, the colour and scent...It's a truly wonderful gift, thank you...' Effusive, though her voice is still soft even with it, head tilted to the man even as she can't help but lean a little to his warmth, as her cat infact, the usually brutish beast having clambered into Flash's lap to purr loudly

Flash laughs as the cat quickly finds a comfortable place, his free hand following to stroke along the cat's furry length. He tries to keep the subject professional, though, as he is still very curious about Anwyn's mysterious abilities. "Meditate? I didn't know you meditated ..." Flash tilts his head, pleased. "Hmm. That was actually the next thing I was going to teach you was how to meditate properly and focus your mind and spirit. As for the box, I had a feeling you'd like it. It's a fairly common gift from a master psionicist to a promising pupil, in hopes that the pupil can use it as a tool to learn to master their own potential. After all, if one doesn't learn to master the powers within, the powers will master the person." Flash seems somewhat concerned as he says this, wondering just how much this was the case between Anwyn and her sight-seeing spirit.

A quirk of the girls head brings her attention further to the matters at hand, and she tries her best to dampen the fierce blush that brings out the smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. 'I...Well I try...I am not sure if it is the right way, but I like to sit here, and let my mind clear while focusing on the little things, like the call of the waves...To find peace.' The girl seems controlled at least, at the moment, a calmness pervading her, though Flash saw just how easily things could get out of hand with her powers, so easily going beyond her seeding control 'It scares me sometimes, I feel like I'm going to explode...As if there was a dam in my head that wants to burst. When I am angry, or sad...Or, as I have been here at times' Eyes to his face, sightless but still shy 'Happy.'

Flash considers Anwyn's definition of meditation, nodding. "Seems like you have the right idea. In truth, everybody does it in their own way. It's not about sitting in a certain way, or making funny noises while you do it," Flash tells her in a mocking tone. "Those are all just means to an end. The real trick is in letting go of the body to become more in touch with our inner selves ... the mind and spirit. What's easiest for most is to make the body comfortable. Sit, lay down, hang upside down from a tree, whatever feels right and makes you relaxed." Flash stops there for now content to let that lesson soak in before addressing other concerns.

'I am relaxed.' The girls shoulders arching as gracefully as distant hills across the ocean, leaning closer still to listen over the reassuring din of the waves, as constant as if the pulse of Mother Nature herself. Actual fingers, encased in the warmth of those rainbowed opaque tendrils reach to take his hand, shy but determined to share that link that...closeness, so denied to the rest of her life. 'I like it here, I think I shall keep this as my place for now, to sit in the sand and loose myself to freedom with the waves at my toes to ground my body as I free my mind to the clouds I can't see, but can still...Feel, like a blanket.'

Flash smiles to hear all of this from Anwyn, taking her hand gently. As he does so, he is reminded of their previous encounter, and the fleeting kiss he was given. There is a prologued silence as Flash puts his thoughts in order, but at last he speaks. "Emotion is a powerful thing, Anwyn," he tells her quite seriously. "Not to be taken lightly, not to be overexpressed, and never to be denied." Flash holds an image of Anwyn's proverbial 'dam' in his mind, holding back the floodwaters of suppressed emotions ... wondering just what might happen if those waters were ever allowed to surge forth, but afraid of what could transpire as a result. "All in moderation is the best advice I can give you there. If you feel it's appropriate to let those emotions out, then let them out. If you feel you must hold back, then ... well, be careful."

A nod, the girl chewing on the plush arch of her lower lip as he speaks, blush just growing, wildfire across those delicate slashes of cheekbones and the swoop of her nose. For a moment, she just holds his hand, her fingers lacing a little tighter with his, his thoughts seeding her own as memories surface as behemoths from the deep oceans of her mind. That unthought out kiss, the emotions twined between gratitiude, awe and something...else, something new, fragile as a spring flower facing a frost, yet still with the power to leave her silent and pensive as she thinks on a response, wiggling toes to encourage the reassurance of cold surf 'I...I, well...I fear the appropriateness of them, Fvlash..I..' She trails off and those sightless vivid eyes of hers lok out to sea, the bow still twisted and turned by the turbulance of her mind

'I know they are powerful, and...I am not denying them to myself, but...it is for the best I hold them back...' Seeking his eyes with warm webs that trace the lines of his face 'Isn't it?'

Flash inhales deeply, considering, the hand held by Anwyn shifting just a little. "I've already given you the only answer I can, Anwyn. If you feel threatened by them, then it may be best to hold them back. But I will say this ... our emotions are perhaps the most honest part of ourselves. Denying the way we feel is but lying to ourselves, and to the world around us." Flash ponders for a moment, at last opening his eyes to look at her directly. "Can I ask you a more personal question, Anwyn?"

'You can ask me anything, Fvlash...' Holding his gaze with her face, if she could see there woud be direct contact, as it is, it's just her webs that touch to his face, her fingers twitching in his before curling a little tighter. The rest of his words washing over her with the suddeness of a cold wave, shivering her shoulders 'I have no wish to deny, to lie...To hide...'

Flash catches himself staring into Anwyn's eyes ... there is a profound moment where he can almost swear that her own eyes are looking back into his. Indeed, he can feel her spirit fingers about his face ... if she would borrow his sight, he would lend it to her. The sight of her eyes, and the tightness of her grasp make him quickly realize Anwyn's true feelings even without asking. He looks away, somewhat embarrassed as he loosens the grip on her hand. Knowing as he does, he asks the question anyway. "If you could express any one of your emotions without any regrets whatsoever ... which emotion would it be, and how would you go about expressing it?"

Her eyes are bright, as is the stars had somehow been spun into a lush velvet sky, but his words, and the loosening of his hold has her looking out to sea, vulnerable. Those tendrils of hers still trace the lines of his face, caressing the contours and valleys of a face she knows so well in the map of her mind 'I would tell someone who has done so much for me, and...shown me into a new world of wonder how I felt about them.' Careful to pick words with the precision of a florist picking the best blooms 'And I should like to do so, by repeating the...warmth of a kiss..' Glancing back up..her face pulled towards him by the flush of heat swelling between

Flash's eyes go wide, suddenly vividly aware of his own heartbeat pressing against the inside of his chest, the warmth felt over the connection, the closeness of Anwyn to him. Two voices begin screaming inside his head, one against the other. And while he sits there indecisively, Anwyn continues to come closer. The voices of reason and emotion aside, Flash has never been one to deny the desires of another. Emotion wins out as he uncertainly leans closer to Anwyn, eyes closing and lips parting, sharing her apprehension as to what is about to happen.

For a moment her breath feather with the uncertainty of a butterfl's wing, the roar of the waves and the roar of her pulse a heady symphony. Her free hand reaches, preceeded by the throngs of warm webs to weave into his hair, tracing up his cheek to get there, her pulse almost felt in her wrist. Lips part, whetted by her tongue as she still before falling off the edge of the cliff she's teetered up and plunges into kiss..Lips touching to lips and waiting for the jolt that surges like a live wire.

Flash can feel the connection on his face ... so strong, felt physically and spiritually, drawing him into the kiss ever so gently. Anwyn can feel a hand brushing along her own cheek, fingertips sweeping along past her ear and into her reddish locks before returning to linger at her cheek. Hearts, minds, and spirits touch all at once ... the uncertainty and hidden longing in Flash's heart, the deep reservoir of emotion kept in check in Flash's own mind, and a spirit as old as time itself, held together by the interweaving strands of magic that pervade his being, like stitches over ancient wounds ... all this wrapped up in the sheer intensity of a single kiss.

The box falls with an unheard impact to the sand at her feet, nothing holding a candle to the surge within her chest, the breaking of dams held by fear and doubt, blokes now being rebuilt within the tremulous movement of her lips against his, towering up into a ladder that leads her mind to his and into the star beyond the blue of day. One hand still links with his, fingers heating into the rainbow tendrils and seeping into his skin, just one more connection that brings them closer than even her breath that dares not break the moment she never knew she'd been waiting for. Another move closer, to her knees, needing the closeness of mind, soul, heart and body. Just a simple, small kiss to the seeing, but to the blind...it's falling and flying and feeling all at once. Flash can feel Anwyn's mind and spirit literally washing over him like a tidal wave, like a steady rush of warm water, overwhelming in its intimacy and happiness. More and more the voice of reason in Flash's mind is drowned by the sheer vastness of the soul now laid bare before him. Wrapped up such as he is, feeling all that he is feeling, Anwyn's own wave of emotion unknowingly rushes against the wall that bars the way for Flash's own potent feelings, scooting closer and moving his hand down her face to run fingers through Anwyn's hair at the base of her neck as the wall begins to crack, leaning into the kiss just a little more as the first of Flash's own longings and desires spill over the top. Soon it will be hard for Flash to stop, so caught up in the whirlpool of the embrace ...

All those webs flare white, wrapping about them both as a ribbon about the gift they are to the other. Her neck tilts, setting her lips deeper into the kiss at that touch of his hand to silken skin, rewarded with a little catlike sigh from the woman who's eyes, though blind have closed to let her further lose herself in the vastness of him, in the power of his touch, the freedom promised in his kiss. Like dreams have walked from her hand and now parade in the light, figments become life, life become better than any dream. The tendrils of her, not just the web that makes her sight, but her, her wants and dreams and love seeping under the walls of his control, eating away at mortar with a lush-lipped possession, shyness in the slight shivering of her frame, adrfit to the immensely unexpected connection, floating on his sea.

Flash is lost to the rush of such contact, a low rumble sounding briefly from his throat as he enjoys the intimacy. Pulled further into the dream by Anwyn's desires, his defenses quickly crumble as more and more of his emotion is allowed to spill through as the two oceans meet. Flash's own desires overpowering - the need for a connection that he hasn't felt in ages, a hundred lifetimes of unrealized loneliness searching for a companion. Not to mention the incredible rush as, for the first time in all the ages Flash experiences something new that he has never felt before! And yet while two souls mingle, the bodies tremble in nervousness, the subtle fear of the unknown and uncertain still taking its toll.

Her heart, though feeling as if it has grown wings, beats in a rapid march against her ribcage, trapped within her delicate frame, a frame so eagerly pressed against her Sensai, her savior, her guide in this thing called life, and now in this, thing called something else all together. Two lost souls finding a safe harbour in the warmth of the other, all from the scant contact of lips touching lips. Her kiss matching his, learning from his passion, from the awe of his closeness. The need to breath not even considered yet, nothing matters right now.

Flash's lips move gently against Anwyn's as an arm finds its way around her back to hold her to him, feeling warmth of body as well as spirit. No more a stable column of support for a fearful student, Flash's defenses have toppled to reveal the weakness that lies beneath, yet finding a new strength in such a union. His body turns, falling back slowly and guiding Anwyn gently to lay upon the sands with him. Through the spiritual connection Anwyn can begin to sense the overwhelming magic literally bound within his soul, a lifeline pulsing with untold prowess. And yet amidst all the sunny serenity, there grows a lingering cloud of doubt on the horizon '...is this right? Too much, too far? You're so young ... and I ... what about ... but ... Anwyn?' Flash's uncertain thoughts pass through to Anwyn like ripples disturbing the smooth surface of a pond.

She's no more an uncertain child, no more a shaking new bloom, not now, not at this moment, she's a column of suport, that innate gift teasing at his, hers the chaotic freshness of youth, no restraint, no fear, just the need to feel, to taste, to find life and embrace it. The dichotomy of the girl as vast as the breach from child to adult she straddles as easily as a puddle. Her body, pressed so close to his is warm and vital, breath pulled in through her nose as a little sigh escapes at his thoughts, kisses to his lips, his cheek, his eyelids...The tremoring touch of a silken moth wing, seeking the nectar of his acceptance, of him. The power found in his arms unlike anything, overwhelmed, overawed, over sensitised and unafraid, anxius anticapation and fear distant cousins. The constancy of life about them is the surf that washes on feet that lay entwined on damp sand. 'It feels right, too much, too far...together there is no such thing, just listen to the song of your soul...' Hers sings, like a phoenix greeting a fiery dawn 'I am young...and I am unknowing, but I want to learn...Learn what this..this is...Please, Flash?' Her voice, that voice of her heart meet his as a soft hand to a frowning brow, seeking to calm again, the loving touch of a soft breeze to counter a storm, her fingers still lost to his hair. The more Flash's spirit wrestles with right and wrong, the more he finds himself powerfully drawn to Anwyn with overwhelming strength. In all his age, the thing he has sought after the most was to never lose his youthful spirit, and now he finds it anew in the joyful embrace of the beautiful young woman beside him, her spirit a warm rainbow blanket of comfort, bringing wondrous dreams to a restless sleeper. He finds his breath as well as lips part, letting forth a trembling breath at fluttering kisses, those powerful arms twining about her back and running up its length to tangle in the woman's hair, no longer a mere girl in Flash's mind as he embraces what is eternal in her, welcoming and wanting to her youthful exuberance, playful surf licking at their toes. Flash's spirit soars as Anwyn's sings, rising on fiery wings to embrace the coming dawn. 'Oh, Anwyn! This ... I have never felt anything like this before! I want to know ... everything. I don't want to let go ...' Flash's own lips find their way up to Anwyn's ear, kissing at her lobe most tenderfly, tugging just a little as lips long to linger. 'Let's find the answers ... together ...'

Anwyn, simply is, simply wants and simply smiles. Nothing complex within her heart, nothing held back from him, nothing hidden, the tapestry of her life spread out for him like the night sky, the bright silvermoon of desire weighing nothing and each tremor giving birth to a new star, each touch making a new memory to twinkle into constellations that map out his face to her blindness. Though, now, she sees more than eyes ever could with a clarity that takes her breath, tendril wrapping into him, around him from within her, feeling everything there is to be felt, from the gritty bed of sad at his back, to the chill breeze in her hair and the liquid warmth trickling from those embracing arms of his across the silk of her skin, the chill ocean a stark counterpoint in life's orchestra. 'Don't let me go, you never have to let me go...' Her voice echoing from within her mind, even as some little part of her soul makes a home there, with him, a bright, inquisitive Pole Star that will never fail to show either the path home, to this moment. 'There is nothing but us, is there, not right now...Just us.' Exaltant words to him, for him, even as her shivering body arches to the purely sensual touch of his lips, the base pull of want threading below the spiritual communion, a gulp, even in mind, then a low almost purr 'Answers? There are not even questions...There is just together.' Me gazes long into that starry sky of Anwyn, until suddenly stars of a different hue begin to appear in patterns of stars from Flash's own lives, two endless expanses converging slowly ... lights of memories flicker at mind's touch, both good and bad, proud and humble, joy and sorrow revealed. He knows why she ran from her previous life ... the terrors of her home ... the hardships she faced on the long road ... a long much like Flash's own, struggling to find his true self amidst depthless history and servitude to time itself, sometimes willing and sometimes not ... of the love that Flash has clung to for so long, only recently released after his fall from something greater ... as Anwyn's spirit reaches inside, Flash's hands softly begin to glow a bright white as his own spirit reaches out to fill the void left from her departure, one spirit displacing another as he begins to feel what she feels, sense what she senses ... the sand, the breeze, the cool waters ... he can feel her feeling his own body, enjoying his firmness as he enjoys her soft caresses, matching her touches with his own tender strokes and kisses along her jaw line. 'I won't let go ... I'll always be with you ... wherever you go from here.' Lost to the song of spirit and dance of dreams, it is hard to tell where Flash ends and Anwyn begins, his thoughts echoed in her own. 'Just us. Together.' As spirits approach the state of being one, so too do the bodies wish to follow and become as one. Flash's caresses become more passionate, his loving strokes as warm water flowing along her sides, mimicking the breeze blowing through her hair, a leg rising to gently rub against her own as Flash welcomes her in.

So much and yet so much more to come, the woman cradled by the rush of dreams and fuelled by the shooting stars of hope finding skin beneath fingers that flare as white hot as his own, touching, possessing, entreating with the rainbow fragments that spill from her eyes. One soul beats with two heartbeats, writhing and twisting to find the completion so long denied, two whole becoming half of a new, encompassing globe of knowledge and passion, two halves that are once again merging, fusing as the ivy tendrils of the psionics wend into ribbon. Sight, through him, there is the brightness of eyes, the new virgin vision of her own flushed face, and his reflected in the foogy carapace of her own eyes. A gasp shivering free, to bring his kiss deeper, to feel herself through him, as she feels him through herself, the amalgum of minds startlingly complete..Lost souls finding mates with the joy of the stars themselves, laughing and dancing and playing games over the celestial hosts themselves. No boundaries to this love, nothing but imagination itself to hold them hostage to the base bodies that long for more, her lips, her hands, her arching body asking for more even as no words are known to express thoughts he knows before they are formed. Love does not come at once, no...But here, it has grown from such rocky ground as to explode in the heat of need...Love lives as sure as two become one.

Anwyn can feel Flash's immense joy pervading her being, an explosion of fiery light and sound of spiritsong, moaning heard distantly by a body which wishes to join in the dance. He sees as she sees, the sensations of his own face seen and felt from the other side echoing within him, drinking in the sight of her own face before lips collide once more, driven to find the growing serenity and completeness found by the pair, swirling in a cycle of feeling that feeds from one to the other, spiraling up into the heavens. Something stirs in part of this new soul from Flash's side, a latent power awakening at the summons of two heart's dreamings. The magic of his soul swells with this newfound emotion, guided by the longings and desires of the pair ... the magic to make dreams become real, if only for a short while, should the desire be strong enough. Indeed what dreams may come when fueled by such intense joy and newfound love ... even the needs of the material pale in comparison. As the magic stirs in the soul, it washes over the bodies, responding to the hidden longing, allowing once immutable forms to bend and reshape themselves as they will ... two pairs of lips suddenly merging into one to at last find the completeness found by the pair in spirit ...

There should be fear at the merge, there should be..something other than this growing well of bliss and wanton need, and there is in the vastness of space and time that seems to crawl as molassus on a hot day now, suspended by the will of one soul melded and held together by the threads of lonliness, love and the base stitches of lust that leaves two bodies sinking to be one in ways more than ever seen by meer seeing eyes. Hands find hands, a white flashes hotter than a volcanic sun as soul slips further into soul and skin becomes shared, hers pale as milk in moonlight. his tanned by work and marked by life, coming together in a camaflogue to hide them from all but each other and then, within, everything is seen, felt and known with the confidence a sleeper places in a dream. The untapped potential that she is singing to his endless power, fuelling, lending itself, giving all she is into him even as those wishes find the final barriers of bodies purged, nothing between them save sand, skin and a few brave particles of air, bare as the day they were born, even as they are born anew into each other, locked together in soul, spirit and now with a final roll of needful hips, bodies too, a muted rip of a cry lost to the shared lips before nothing but the burning super nova they could be swells again.

There is no fear at first, just a subtle trembling followed by brilliant shine and shifting ... now completely one being as two lives join for a time to truly feel as the other does, an experience as rare as the collision of two stars to flash brightly and shine across the universe, feeling as if not even the furthest reaches of the galaxy are beyond their grasp now in this blissful union. Indeed such a powerful spirit can hardly be contained, surging forth from the new body in tendrils of flame, unbridled potential harnessed by a newfound will of control and a dream beyond dreams as the spirit manifests, the fires of a passion for all of the great things in life, and mirth ... joyous mirth! A crown of fires about a face, wreathing and wrapping all about their naked form as arms take to great fiery wings, springing to life to lift the pair up from their sandy nest to rise amongst the air in celebration of their risen spirits. An eagle's radiant cry echoes across the waves below in sheer delight as the form of a fiery bird takes to the wing to dance amidst the skies, compelled by the silent sonata of timeless rapture.

A laugh, two voices caling out as one jubilant call to challenge the sun for dominion over the sky they wreathe with fiery passion that seems set to burn for just as long as that distant ball of gas. The dance of the mated fired into a frenzy by the amalgum of powers the two possess, two now forged stronger than steel into one, face turned into the formorly unknown vastness of everything...Self, present, past, future all stretched out as the new landscape beneath them, life as ant under the foot of this giant swooping passion. The joy of the found knows nothing but this, the ebbing flow of the primal dance keeping a beat beneath the free-falling, high sweeping, tide riding flight of the lovers. Suspended as the powerful pheonix, rebirth in the cradle of her body offered to take him home. No time and all the time in the world melding into a stilled clock, tic-toc not even brave enough to sound for fear of disturbing the wonderous miracle taking place over the beach, lost in him and found in him, lost in herself and holding on so tight. Never before has everything seemed so clear, so simple ... no still-moving picture or page of words able to express the shared revival of heart-flames rekindled and burning as one. Wings spreading, spirits soaring, new muscles flexed as new abilities practiced, finding each other in this communal dream turned real. All sense of time is lost as the sun flees before the might of this new and rising star, the canopy of blue pulled aside to reveal the vastness of the heavens ... all is lost in the rush of release and sheer unbridled freedom, reborn on wings of fire and, for a while, feeling as if they are a part of everything and not just each other. It's not quite certain where the dream ends ... but, like all dreams, it too passes, leaving only the wonderful memory and hints of shared splendor. Two forms deposited amidst nighttime shores, cradled in each other's arms, eyes closed in blissful sleep as the gentle crash of waves plays its lullaby.

The moon is a silent witness, her rays silvered blankets to halo the lovers enrapt on the sand, unashamed at the closeness they share and unaware of anything but the blissful peace found in each others arms. Limbs tangled together, like a shipwreck on the shore, but there is nothing of wreck here, just...Contentment and amazement, smiling even in her sleep, her soul still singing to his, only now it's the lulling lullaby of a dreamer. The waves play still across paired feet, one set large and tan, one set small and pearlescent in the luminescence of the night. Still hard to tell where one body begins and the other ends, close as breath, close as bodies will allow and yet behind closed eyes closer still, the lingering chains forged by sharing and love. Slowing, the soft coming of consciousness rises as the tide and the girl stirs at his side, arching a little as a cat to a radiator against him. Settling her cheek closer to his shoulder. Flash stirs lightly, smiling even in sleep as consciousness creeps into the edges of his being, responding to the light touch of the woman he can still feel so close to him in more ways than one. Memories, like slowly fading dreams, drift along in his mind, echoes of the past as well as a surreal experience surpassing the best his imagination can conjure. Indeed the two are still as one in many ways, Anwyn feeling a stirring in her mind as Flash slowly wakes. 'Mmmm ...' A low rumble, and his head slowly moves to nuzzle up against her cheek fondly. Yet realization of the day's events grab at his attention, and suddenly the sheer immensity of what has transpired is made known ... or was it truly all just a dream shared in slumber, and they've never actually left the beach at all? Flash wants it to be real, not wanting to wake up from the dream ...

The dream, just like the moon that hangs low and heavy in the pregnant pause of breath at his voice, is still just as strong as ever it was, no fading for the twinkling of ever burning stars, even if the brightness may just be echoes of what was. His vocie stirs her mind as sure as a penny dropped into a wishing well, ripples ebbing her own consciousness closer to the shore they now lay on 'Mmm...?' A question, one of many that bubble up along with her smile, even as lips turn to touch to his neck in a warm greeting to waking bodies. A dream, reality...It all merged so closely now in a vivid tapestry of life and love that it didn't even matter, the pair of them stitched into the lining of each others soul, like name tags in a child's vest. Close as skin and deeper. 'Flash...' Such a loving word, so confident and so strong in his mind, flaring like a rose coming into bloom, even if her eyes are still closed. Fingers seeking fingers, hands holding hands. Flash's eyes slowly peek open, taking in the wonderful sight of the woman in his arms, taking in each part, knowing her almost better than he knows himself. 'Mmmm ...' an answered reply, echoing the sheer profoundness felt within his heart, calmed by the comfort of her presence, still feeling her across the bond they now share, deeper than few will ever know. "Anwyn," whispered aloud and lovingly amidst the moonlight, one arm holding her close to him as a priceless treasure guarded with one's life. Emotions still swirl in Flash's mind at the end of their flight of fancy, knowing that now they would face a new beginning together. Flash is ready and willing, so long as he'll have the inspiring passion of the woman beside him to drive him on. Hands seem to find themselves and join all on their own, as if drawn to each other, warm tingles felt at fingertips as spirits yearning for further contact.

Fingers curl against each other, resting to the pads of palms, twinned spirts webbing together through the touches of skin, the touches of mind and the simple reassurance of her smile. 'Yes, love...' The word coming so easily to her lips, without conscious thought as eyes slowly open to the real world, a real world that for all the life of her feels just as good as the dream. For a startling moment her eyes blink, and blink again, then look right into his face with a vivid, wild clarity 'F-Flash?' Tremulous as seeing eyes devour his face, wishes as horses on a child's ride, going up and down and round and round in the tear struck green of lush beds of eyes 'You're even more beautiful than in my dreams...' The contact found as swift as a match struck in the darkness, a lone candle burning as a lighthouse to his sole. Nothing in her of fear, or doubt, just love and yearning, anticipation and joy. The world was a wonderful place now, for lovers as they were.

Flash's own eyes widen, breath leaving him in a trembling and incredulous smile, staring to his new love in awe and wonder. "Anwyn ..." A hand is slowly brought to her face, backs of fingers gently brushing up against her silken cheeks, his happiness for her felt strong across the bridge between the two. "You ... can see me ... can't you?"

A soft nod, fiery copper curls spilling over her cheeks to stroke his hand, a silvered pearl of a tear trailing opalescent down her milky skin 'I can see you...You're everyhthing I was scared to dream.' Her cheek rubbing against his fingers, those stunningly emotive eyes of hers seeming to take up her whole face with the awe found in his gaze, his happiness breaking into a smile on her lips 'It's all you, you're magic.' Lips reach to just touch to lips, as a wave touches to toes, the same soft passage of time before she leans back against him, lips parted and breathless 'You can't be real, you can't be this...Perfect. But, if you aren't don't tell me, let me dream a dream of you.'

A tear of joy forms at Flash's own eye to roll slowly down his cheek amidst a gentle kiss, unafraid to look into the eyes that have regained their purpose of vision. "And you are far more precious than I ever dreamed possible," he tells her softly, allowing her eyes to gaze about as they will to make up for all the lost moments, and to allow her further proof that Flash is more than just a dream. "The strength of your spirit, Anwyn ... the unbridled joy and passion for life ... I can feel it in you." Flash closes his eyes, peacefully content, placing a hand upon his chest. "And now, in me." He opens his eyes, gazing back to Anwyn and placing a few fingers gently upon her chest, over her heart. "As I am in you, and shall be always."

A gulp moves her chest against his hand, the steady thump of her heart matching his own without thought, without effort, just so natural to be as one as for no other option to exsist. Lips move to kiss the tear from his cheek, to share even that sole pilgrim to joy. 'Thank you.' Her eyes, as heavy and as questing as the moonlight peering into his eyes and piercing his soul 'If I saw only one thing again in my whole life, I would havve it be your face and the way you look at me. As if I am precious, as if I am...Loved.' Her words a soft secret, lower than even the thread of breeze, and shared with none but him. Her hand rests over his atop her chest, even as she wills his hand atop hers as she places it to his, the pure crystalline rainbow threads tugging impatiently at his hand 'Even our hearts beat together...I can feel yours in my very soul.'

Flash smiles happily, eyes adoringly taken in this most precious thing that he has found. "I have lived a thousand lives, Anwyn, and been part of a thousand tales. But now that is all behind me. I have but one last life to live. Knowing you has already made this of far more worth than any other." Flash's hand follows the yearnings of Anwyn's spirit, moving his hand to cover her own over his heart, eyes closing as he can feel both their hearts beating in time, strong as ocean waves crashing over rock. "I have seen everything about you, as you have seen all in me. I cannot promise to be perfect ... I never have been. And I expect none from others. But in you I have found a completeness that I have never felt before." Flash shivers, remembrance flooding his being for a moment. "With you, I am whole. And if wholeness is perfection, then I would have you always by my side."

'Perfection is only found by accepting flaws, is it not?' Her smiling knowing, so young a body, so bright a spirit, but as always there is a wisdom ages old behind her words, words spoken to his lips as she leans against him, tracing kissing down his jaw 'To me you are everything.' Simple and honest 'There is nothing I want that I have not found in you, and that you cannot share with me.' Arms wrapping him close, long arms still gangly with youth 'We have but one life, we have but one chance..But together, well, I fear nothing, there is no cold, no pain, no suffering I cannot bare if you are here and while I can love you.' A pause, the words spoken, sung by the soul and danced to by the stars and wind alike, the whole world turning to the passage of time, but not even the call of the first dawn bird can shake her from the words. Finally admitted, even if there is no need for them. 'I love you.'

A smile is given to her wise words, echoing the wisdom seen behind Flash's own eyes. Nothing more need be said, the clarity between two hearts like fine crystal, a simple truth shining in the rising sun. "I love you too ... Anwyn." Flash leans in close to her now, arms wrapping about her delicate, youthful form to pull her close to him, lips parting as head tilts slightly to draw her into a kiss that expresses what words cannot, embracing this hidden wonder revealed to him ... and as hands wander along her back and run against the sides of her face, pale rainbow colored lights can be seen spreading forth just a little from Flash's hands as his spirit reaches forth to caress her as she had done so many times before to him, an instinctual reaction instilled by the investment of her spirit in him.

Where bodies meet souls collide with the exuberance of waves cresting together, the muted rainbows of her own being willingly surging to meet his, plaiting together as a blanket, a shield from the rest of the world even while it links them to everything in it. A part of the ancient cycle of birth and death, suspended in love to be free from it at least for now. Lips upon lips, love unto love. As simple as breath is loving him, as natural as the sun rises in the east to assault them with golden glows of future promise. There is not a part of his she cannot touch, all at once with those warm interwoven webs that they share along with everything else, and as the sun spills forth her promise of a blissful day, shards of light to lance the darkness of night and chase it across the sky to the final battle of the west so to does passion rise and stir for the lovers, loving, on the beach below, lost to the vivid play of night and day, the shades of red and black and gold that stain the sky as oil on water. Passion comes again, bodies and souls needing the other to merge within. The pheonix of the dawn imprinted with the shadows of them, a new constellation that shines even in the day. Spent, spilt, complete, the second pairing no more etheral than the first, the celestial love finally receding again to the lazy comfort of completeness, the sun full now and bright as the smile on their faces 'We should be inside....' Lost in her touches, wrapped up in her warm embrace even as he embraces her, Flash falls into her depths once more and finds it just as real and rewarding as before. Desires rise with the sun upon two lovers' intimacy, spirits soaring in one final flight before at last touching down in the calm comfort and serenity of their heavenly love. One last kiss before a nod of agreement. A new day awaits Flash and Anwyn, the pair more than ready to embrace what the future will bring with a smile. "... so let's go."