Silver & Gold (Scomiche)

Silver and Gold

The end is here... ish :(     

This is the last chapter of this crazy journey that had loads of bumps along the way but somehow I soldiered through and will actually be able to finish it.  

There will be an epilogue coming soon by PTX :-P 

Just a few thanks to some lovely people: Thanks to Deanne for pushing me to keep this story going, Eve for dealing with my whining, neediness, and constant deleting, Lia for her incredible ideas and Sarah for being my bestie :)  

Also shout out to the creator of this lovely fan art - WhoAmIE28   - I put a little contrast on it just so you could see the incredible detail of it.  The original and also the amazing art they did for my story Lacrimosa will have links posted in the comments below. Thanks again!!! 

So here ya go...   (sorry its really long)

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Oryn spun around again as she watched herself in the mirror. Avriel had gifted her a pretty little night dress, a shimmery snow white that complimented her lavender hair. She was still getting used to the human clothes he had purchased for her, but this one was her favorite. The fabric slid along her skin, soft like the flower petals of her own world. When she spun around the skirt would flare and ripple like water. It was beautiful.

She stopped mid spin, the bottom of her dress twisting around her a bit before falling back into place. She turned to the door as Avriel came through it, dabbing at his hair with a towel. When he saw her in her new nightgown he couldn't help but smile. 

"You're so beautiful. You look like a princess or maybe an angel."

She smiled, gold eyes rimmed with a deep golden brown as she looked over her shirtless mate.

"Thank you, Avriel. I am not, but that is alright. Look how pretty it is." She spun once again but Avi suddenly turned away from her with a deep blush.

"Do you not like it?" She tilted her head as she halted mid rotation again.

Avi took a deep breath to calm himself. He'd known he was just asking for trouble when he'd purchased the thing, but he'd also known she would love it so he tempted fate and now he would have to really dig deep to remain a gentleman. "It's not that I don't like it, I like it... maybe too much. It's just that... when you spin like that it.. shows... a lot of... um... you. "

"Oh." Her voice was quiet, almost mournful as she let his words sink in. "I am sorry I do not please you." 

"What?" He turned to look at her in disbelief. "No, no that's not what I meant at all."

Those gorgeous eyes blinked at him, her lips turned downward.

The sadness radiating off of her melted his heart and he moved forward to pull her into his arms. "I didn't mean you aren't perfect and beautiful and everything I've ever wanted." He pulled back enough to look into her eyes.

"I do not think I understand." Her fingers reached up to touch the still angry gash across his shoulder. 

"Are you in pain?"

"Not really but don't change the subject. You know I love you, right?" 

She gave a short nod. "Yes. You tell me often."

"And you know I think you're gorgeous?" He kissed her forehead, sliding his fingers through her hair.

"You tell me that as well." Her lips lifted a little.