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TOPIC: Home is Where The Heart Is

beauty never dies

il morte fa parte

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Date: Nov 30, 2008

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A lone figure stood against the back drop of the night, power resonating from the hidden being, alone against the night. Soft wind fluttered the long strands over the chiseled features, tri colored eyes of the purest silver stared out over the rubble of what once was. The man was not supposed to be there, but the echo's of the past called out to him, called him home, yet was it really home without her? Those golden Aztec eyes stared at him from the blanket of the night, his heart twisting as a low growl escaped him, pushing her memory to the back of his mind. He could still taste her tears on his tongue, taste her unbridaled passion like it was yesterday. Taste her anger and hate that fueled her desire even more. God, how he missed her. A soft sigh parted blood stained tiers, pushing away from the railing, he jumped the five stories down to the sodden earth, fingers digging in as he crouched low, watching the shadows around him. Lifting dirt filled hand, fingers slowly opened to allow the sand to slip slowly out of his palm, the dust rising up around him. Eyes closed as memories of a forgotton past slammed into him, forcing him to gasp softly. The cries of the wounded, the yells of the victor, the weeping of mothers and lovers who lost their loves. The bitter sweet memories of the young Antonia, so pure, innocent. The way her child like eyes begged him to teach her things untold. Forcing himself up, the movement a blur, he was at the CeSar's seat, his chest heaving at the flashes of memories that were flooding him. He had saved her, that look in her eyes as he spotted her, tugged at his heart. These people were casting stones, because she was liberated, and yet, because he could not save Him, something deep inside of him compelled him to step in. She was persistant, hounding him, til he agreed to be her bennefactor. What had he been thinking? She was erasing the loneliness inside of him. "Ucha..." He whispered softly under his breath as fingers crushed the fragile stone under his hand, turning the rock to dust. Wiping his hand off on his leather pants with disgust, booted feet carried him towards the exit, towards the door that would end the painful memories he wanted to forget. Sirens. Eyes darted to the right as he blended into the shaodws, his heart racing at the very sound of the car, gloved hands, auburn hair.... blue eyes. It wasn't her. Jaw clenched as he manuevered himself towards the Plaza, needing fresh air, new memories, for his heart was not here, it was where home was, and right now, Rome was not home. __________________

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