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The WeatherMaker Hearts Desire By Lady Lilium Characters: 5266

Updated: 2018-07-10 12:03


Farrell finally relented, giving into Ramana's pleas for mercy to stop ticking her. She collapsed on the ground in a fit of hysterical laugher, holding her aching sides, her long beautiful black hair splayed about on the floor in a tangled mess.

Farrell helped her to her feet, and the two embraced again, calmly this time. They sighed, happy, joyful and content.

Later that day, Ramana and Farrell dropped Amaia and Yayew off at Brice's home, so that she could play with Gracie, and Gracie could have her turn caring for Yayew.

Once they were alone, Ramana and Farrell went off together, walking in the woods alone, hand in hand.

They walked for hours, deep into the forest, just the two of them.

When at last they decided the turn back it took them a long while to return home, by which time the light from the day was beginning to fade.

It was evening and growing darker by the minute.

'What are you working on this time?' Farrell asked his wife in a whisper.

They had entered their now quiet home, where Ramana had wandered into her painting room downstairs.

Ramana drew back the blanket she had used to cover the easel, revealing a beautiful painting upon the canvas.

'It's nearly finished' Ramana said proudly. 'It's my favourite one I've done so far, it's taken so long for me to do.'

Farrell gazed at the painting. It was beautiful indeed. A stunning scene of woodland; with tall grass between the trees and lush green leaves in the branches. There was only a thin sliver between the trees in the centre of the painting where the blue sky could be seen. And in the foreground was a doe, walking across the painting.

'It's wonderful' Farrell told her. 'You're very skilled.'

'Oh?' Ramana teased as she covered up the painting again. 'You think so?'

Farrell took her by the hand, kissing the back of her hand tenderly. His eyes lifted to hers, and he pulled her to him, slowly, holding her body close to his.

'Not a day has passed' Farrell spoke to her softly, 'since the day Amaia was born, that I haven't felt like the luckiest and happiest man on earth. The both of you have given me so much joy….and so much grief.'

'And you are still happy' Ramana asked him, brushing his cheek, 'even though we give you grief?'

'I wouldn't give you away for the world' Farrell murmured. 'Either of you.'

Ramana lifted her beautiful eyes to Farrell's, staring deeply into him.

'I know you speak the truth' she said. 'I feel it in my heart.' She stepped back. 'I would rather we spend one day together, than face the ages of this world apart. I want to be with you, now, and forever.

In this life…' she sighed happily, 'and the next.'

'Well' Farrell smirked approaching her. 'I do not believe in an afterlife. I think time is precious, time is short. I believe we spend far too short a time on this earth, too short a life we live, too soon we die.' He moved towards her, his lips hovering over hers as he cupped her face in his hands. 'I believe we should make the most of the things we love.'

'I think' Ramana whispered in sweet breath, 'that you speak the truth.'

She glided away from him quickly, moving out of the room. Farrell followed her, heading towards the corridor where she was waiting for him.

Farrell glanced about the hall around him curiously, noticing suddenly that all the burning candles that had lit up the room had quickly been extinguished. Even those that were far away had been put out; when he was sure they had been burning not a moment ago.

He noticed Ramana then. She was standing a short distance away from him in the centre of the hall, the moonlight from the window nearby lit up one side of her body in a white light.

Her skin glowed. She looked radiant, beautiful, like a goddess herself. She giggled childishly, skipping away from him into the next room. The lights in the next room instantly went out.

'Wait!' Farrell called after her.

The house had fallen quickly silent; there was not a sound to be heard. Farrell listened carefully, noticing more of the candles being blown out as Ramana crept through the manor, teasing him. Before long, the only light that existed, was that given by the moon, pure white against the dark sky above, frozen in the air in its celestial beauty.

Farrell stepped slowly across the hall, moving carefully to avoid bumping into something. He moved into the next room, taking in what little he could see. Dark shapes, and outline of the furniture.

He looked around him; utter silence was all he experienced now. He saw no movement. Farrell spoke, but it felt like he was addressing the very darkness himself.

'Ramana?'

His voice, though he spoke it softly, sounded loud in the still world around him.

'Where are you?' he whispered now, as if speaking to himself.

He felt a touch from behind him, arms reaching gently around him, holding him tenderly. Ramana rested her cheek against his back, sighing deeply, content.

Farrell lowered his head, smiling. He lifted his hands to Ramana's arms that held him, holding her to him.

'I love you' she whispered from behind him.

'I love you too' Farrell responded.

He heard her sigh happily again.

She let go of him, and he turned, but she was gone.

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