The Sentimental Feelings

Author: Ciissi
Fandom: Star Ocean III: Till the End of Time
Pairing: Albel Nox x Fayt Leingod
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Ocean III. It belongs to Square Enix, may they do lots of more good games.
Warnings: Eventually NC-17. Contains yaoi meaning at least two boys having sex together but not in first few chapters. Possible child abuse but not in sexual manner.
Author's Note 1: For a warning to everybody... I am beginning to hint towards other pairings in this chapter. Okay... more than hint but this *is* AlbelFayt-fiction and the focus will not change. So there are hints of yuri- and het- pairings. And yes... late. Again. Nothing changes... TT___TT And my first year as a fiction-author will be soon full... I am amazed that I have lasted this long.

Answers for reviews: My laziness really kicks my ass more than I would like to admit... So it makes me even more delighted to see that there really are people who are willingly stand my quirks and wait patiently when I miss my deadlines. My deepest thanks to all of you.
To SuijiDL: The bathing really was a jump to unknown to me. It is relief to know that it was not as bad as I was afraid of. I am still sometimes wondering if Albel's and Fayt's relationship develops at all during these chapters. Well $B!D (B I guess I found out that even myself when I start to write the second part. I hope you are still reading this fiction when that time comes.
To Rho: Eventually Albel will regain his body, that is a fact, but I am not willingly just yet to allow that happen. Thank you for your encouraging words. My dislike to my own creations originates from the fact that I am perfectionist. It is possible that no one else but me finds something wrong in the flow of the story and I *really* should stop complaining about it, right? Thank you for sharing your picture! It was simply too much and I could not stop grinning for a long time after I saw it. I hope that others have find time to go and see it. It really warmed me and it is the highest compliment I possibly can have. Thank you very much!

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Part One - Chapter Ten: The Happiness (Deep within one's mind.)
Everyone knows the meaning of the term 'the morning after'. And usually that phrase is associated with drinking, getting drunk and getting laid. Of course it depends on the person whether or not he or she gets laid, but you know what that phrase means overally. It comes to you on the next morning, on the morning following getting drunk and - time to time - getting laid filling the fresh morning air with regret.

To Fayt Leingod the morning after came with a few days delay. He had not got himself drunk or laid. Oh no, but he would have been quite happy if he would have got laid by Albel Nox. To Fayt Leingod the morning after meant the moment when the realization hit him. He had masturbated in the bath-house while imagining the person, whom he desired, giving him a handjob while the person thought of was bathing few meters away from him and trapped inside a child's body.

Something you do not want to confess to anyone. Something that does not make you proud of yourself. But it is something that tells you something about yourself that you have not dared to see or acknowledge before.

In many ways that 'morning after' was very enlightening to Fayt. He came to realize that 'normal' was something that existed only if you acknowledged the norms of the society and you acted inside them. But for each person 'normal' was acting according your own rules, beliefs, norms that from time to time were not same thing as the norms of the society.

Fayt Leingod realized that his 'normal' was not entirely same as the 'normal' of the society. Painfully he admitted to himself that in his situation the feeling of 'love' had nothing to do with the gender, but with the person. He had fallen in 'love'. He needed that other one.

Although it was more than a little hard for Fayt to admit that it was more than very possible that in more than one way he was not 'normal', also acknowledging himself as he was freed him from great burden and filled him with new kind of inner light. It was nothing like Fayt would have started to shine or glow, but it was vaguely clear to everybody whom he spoke with, that something had changed in him and he was more confident of himself. It seemed like he could find new kind of happiness from the small things. Fayt seemed more at ease when he was with Albel. He found ways to spend at least a half of the day with Elicoorian male without evading or shrinking his responsibilities.

The females of their ragtag universe-saving party noticed immediately the slight but clear change in Fayt's demeanor. Some of them greeted it with acceptance and curiosity while others were not that happy about the change, hating it and wishing that it would disappear. In her moment of sentimentality and mental weakness Nel asked from Clair what she thought of all of this. The silver-haired woman gave the red-haired woman a thoughtful look and asked for what purpose her subordinate inquired such a thing. Was Nel jealous of Albel, of Fayt? Was there something wrong if Fayt really cared for the Airyglyphian Captain? What all of this was to her? Nel was quiet and her eyes turned inside when she thought of why she was so agitated about Fayt's and Albel's relationship. It was not like the blue-haired Earthling was a mentally weak person whom Albel could just like that break down and shatter.

The older males not involved just shook their heads and observed the dance between Albel and Fayt with fatherly or brotherly amusement. Cliff was little spooked at first when Adray told to him on one evening, when they where returning their rooms, with deliberating tune of voice that he really was amazed how much master Fayt Leingod had changed Albel the Wicked. Nowadays there were moments when Adray made the error to think that Albel Nox was entirely just a normal human being like everyone else. Then he had added that master Leingod was also much more comfortable with his extraordinary powers. Cliff had not really listened when Adray had pondered whether it was so because Fayt had grown to accept those powers or because the most unexpected person, Albel Nox, was not able to be afraid of those destructive forces harbored by Fayt's body.

All in all, Fayt had changed and nobody else than Sophia knew *how* much he had changed indeed. She was mournful. She saw him constantly changing and slowly but surely drifting away from her. When she and Fayt's father had been rescued from the Vendeeni, she had not at first - in all that excitement and confusion - seen the changes in Fayt. Because there were so many new persons and faces around her. Because Fayt had been busy with Albel who had been wounded from the Vendeeni-rifle. Sophia still remembered how she could have not found her childhood friend from the Diplo until someone mentioned that Fayt was at sickbay looking over Albel's recovery. Even now - weeks and weeks later - she did not know when those two males had become so close.

Sophia felt so alone. She saw all her plans and hopes of future shattering around her. Suddenly the words like 'little sister' and 'you are only 17 years old' had gained more and more suffocating sounds. Suddenly she came to realize that Fayt was no longer only 'hers' and most like had not ever been. With a pain in her chest she finally acknowledged the fact that Fayt belonged only to himself.

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The throne room in the Castle of Aquaria was decorated flushly with bright banners and fresh flower festoons. Dozens of flags and hundreds of ribbons hung from the ceiling swaying silently in the moving air, changing the tune of color like living creatures of serpents, snakes. Hundreds of pots full of flowers and leaves. Fragrances of food and flowers and perfumes and silk filling the air with their intoxicating mix.

A small orchestra had taken to nestle in the one corner of the large hall. It was playing the music with the tunes that were typical for Aquaria without being able to lull listeners into sleep. The stringed instruments played both high and low creating a melody which percussion and brass instruments followed obediently and strengthened. But still the music itself stayed pleasantly silent, not trying to rival with the noises of the rustling clothing or tapping shoes.

Mixing into the air-filling music the conversating voices of invited quests highlighted the sounds of the instruments. Whispers of the females behind the fans as they studied the females outside their conversational rings and males forming their own rings of conversation. The rumors of different kinds of things in the minds of the aristocrats. The voices wondering about the Queen's special quests, the persons who had helped the war between Airyglyph and Aquaria.

Then... A silence sweeping over the people like a slow tidal wave, when a person of unknown origin walked through the masses ignoring them and only concentrating on finding a certain person in his mind. People stared at him because he was clothed in a very simple attire on behalf of the color and the design. He was entirely black and white and blue. Only his bright-green eyes were an exception from the color pattern. As he walked forward, it was like he was above everything else. He did not feel like he had thought that he was somehow superior compared to others, but it was more like he was not entirely aware of his surroundings. It was like he was thinking that the stares attached on him were not really on him, but on something else near him.

The lack of awareness.

Every female felt the thudding of her heart when the blue-haired male passed them and his green, green eyes flowed over her in their search of someone. The transparent, white tunic over his form was strangely fluttering around him like wings or a cloud. It accentuated the pear-like shine and untaintedness of his skin like no one had ever touched him.

The lack of earthliness. The icy feeling of unearthly being.

The females in the room were not the only ones that were enchanted. The males were also judging the blue-haired apparition who seemed to be rather gliding than walking over the floor. The males saw the normality of the frame of his body. Normal height, normal weight. But they also saw the muscles that pointed out that this young apparition clearly was not someone that just sat on his butt when there was trouble about. He was a warrior. The males did not allow the deep green color of his eyes bluff them as they looked more carefully into his eyes and saw the masked intelligence shining deep down. He was a mage.

The lack of openness. The icy feeling of masked power. The hot breath of burning destruction.

All the Queen's quests saw that he was troubled for not being able to find what he was looking for when he came to a halt. His blue brows told of confusion. The way of shifting his weight from one foot to another told of anxiety. Then suddenly he was accompanied by a small, young child who was clad in clothes that were cut the same way but where blue was replaced with red. It was like all apprehension, dread was washed away from his demeanor. He extended his hand for the child and offered the every first smile of the evening to the smaller one.

The lack of coldness. The icy feeling of unwanted voyeurism. The hot breath of burning passion. The intimacy.

That smile, which Fayt presented to Albel, was a trophy for Albel. It made it clear to him that Fayt was happy to see him, to be with him, to accept him. Albel was still a little unsure whether or not it had been a good idea to leave his hair open. When Fayt kneeled down and slid his fingers through the long, free locks impossible pleasure implanted on his face, Albel no longer questioned his decision. It did not matter if it had been good idea or not. Fayt liked it and that was enough for Albel.

Fayt liked Albel's hair. A lot. It was so silky to touch and felt good on his skin. He had for a long time admired Albel's hair because - simply - it was an essential part of appearances of Albel Nox. Just like his purple clothing and shin-revealing loincloth and armored claw on his hand. In these weeks after Albel's transformation Fayt had really learned to love the exquisite, silky hair of the ruby-eyed swordsman. It was still truly amazing to him that he was possibly the only person alongside Albel himself that was allowed to touch and to brush those long black-and-gold tresses that were even longer when they hung free.

But no matter how much Fayt admired Albel's hair, he had no illusions that after the other male would regain his real body, Fayt would not ever again touch, brush those locks. They were an extension of Albel's body and Fayt - if anyone - knew *how* much the elder one hated touches, bodily contact with others outside the battle. So Fayt cherished every situation in which he was able to touch the object of his affections, his feelings. The tiny hand in his hand was Albel's. No form fooled the Leingod son to question the person he walked with. The young voice talking to him was Albel's. No delusion made the Leingod son to misjudge the intelligence of this voice that called on him. Everything and anything. The small things and the big things. The everyday occurrences and exceptional happenings. From those things Fayt Leingod formed his memories from this time he was allowed to live inside the castle in the air.

Fayt did not ask for this time to last forever. He only asked to be allowed to remember these days later on. When Albel would not be with him... When it would be a time for him to let go and go on with his life, studies, dreams, realities...

But right that moment... Fayt was happy.

It was that simple.

*****

Then the old Väinämöinen
age-old wielder of a tale
sat down for merrymaking
to song-work applied himself
with the joy-tales at his side
with the words at the ready
and old Väinämöinen sang
he both sang and worked wisdom:
words are not lacking in words
tales in the telling don't fail;
cliffs sooner lack rocks
and still pools water lilies.
And there Väinämöinen sang
the whole evening rejoiced:
all the wives with smiling lips
and the men in good spirits
listened, wondered at
Väinämöinen's turn of phrase
for 'twas a wonder to the hearer
and a marvel to the idler too.(1)

It was a slow turning of time, space, feeling. The smile that illumined the darkness, envy, jealousy on the blue-haired youngster's lips, but it was only meant for the child walking, talking, sitting with him, in his embrace. The intelligent eyes of crimson and beryl fleetingly meeting but never averted because of shame, embarrassment. Solemn expressions as those two sat out of the sights of other guests and talked about what were their intentions, plans for the coming up encounter with the Creator.

But their words were too silent and expressions too strictly guarded for the outsiders to understand, the other one to read just like their hearts and spirits. There were too many problems to that either of them could have worded out for the other, what was going on inside them.

Around those two the Queen's party was going on. The people talked, ate, drank and made merry. Some of the floor was cleared for couples to dance and the Queen's guests were privileged to see the honor guests dancing together. Even the blue-haired savior of the two kingdoms entered the dance-floor and swayed away one song with the blue-haired girl who seemed to be his sister. But it was the only song he danced before returning to the side of the child with matching clothing.

Those two, like parent and child, two lovers, two of them sharing a mutual secret, emitted a feeling of great peace and tranquility that encircled them and prevented others from interfering. The way how the emerald-eyed male brightly laughed at the blood-eyed child's words and observations told the story of delight and respect. The way how the red-rimmed boy demandingly pulled the blue-rimmed tunic painted the picture of hard-worked trust.

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That night Nel answered all those questions that Clair had asked from her some time ago. She was not jealous of neither Albel Nox or of Fayt Leingod. She had no reason. She did not like Albel at all. In fact she hated him and most of her time she wished that he would disappear into oblivion. Nel did like Fayt and she confessed to her best friend that there had been a time when she had thought that she more than liked the younger man, but soon she had realized that what she felt was nothing more than sisterly love. Nel admitted that she was a little bit envious about all those feelings circling and embracing Albel and Fayt, but they were so strong and complicated and misunderstood that she rather kept these feeling that she and Clair shared inside her heart and soul. And there was nothing wrong in the shared feelings of Albel and Fayt, but she admitted that she could not tell what where those feelings. Were they more than lust? More than love? More than partnership? Nel did not know and she was glad of it.

And right that moment... Nel was happy.

It was that simple.

Clair smiled shyly for her most important person, raised her hand and lightly brushed some of the red hair out of the soft skin. She was glad. She was proud of Nel that she was able to admit that there was nothing wrong in feeling. Not matter who it was. And Clair really thought that if someone should feel liked, loved, needed that person was Albel Nox. Sure she knew every possible story about the crimson-eyed swordsman, but she was also fully aware of the cruel reality of the warfare. The fear was a powerful weapon and Albel Nox was a master in using it. If Albel made Fayt happy...

Clair knew that she was no one to judge the violent male. She knew that Albel was not the only one who had killed in the war. She and Nel too had killed many persons in the name of the survival of their home country.

But right that moment... Clair was happy.

It was that simple.

That night Peppita was able to perform to one of her most highest and honored spectators ever. It was clear that she was in ecstasy and partly even humbled when the queen of Aquaria laughed heartily and clapped her hands in delight. Peppita did some unsuited things but tonight no one in the castle stopped her or scolded her, but she knew that it would be like this only tonight.

And right that moment... Peppita was happy.

It was that simple.

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The entire ball was a huge vexation to Albel. All that time that he had been old enough to go to these kinds of celebrations there either had been none in the Airyglyph or he simply had not cared to go even when the King himself had asked for his presence. After all... He was Albel *the* Wicked. No way would he have attended something as feminine and useless as a ball. It would have been against the image he had created after his father's death.

But now as Albel sat with Fayt in the shadows and observed the people dancing and having broadly speaking fun and good time, he begun to reminisce how things had been when his mother had still been alive and acting as a hostess to the guests of the Nox family. When Fayt left for a moment to dance the one obligatory dance with Maria - to Albel's great relief because those two acted more like siblings than possible lovers -, Albel could not do anything else but admire the blue-haired youngster's elegant and graceful movements and steps on the dance-floor. But as the other one returned back to his place on Albel's side his white tunic streaming behind him like wings, Albel saw the undeniable shine of discomfort inside those emerald-eyes and heard the sigh of relief.

After Fayt's return Albel became suddenly very thoughtful. His answers were short but not rude which made Fayt feel assured that everything was alright no matter what it was that bothered the smaller man. Fayt was even more convinced that Albel was feeling surprisingly well, when the Elicoorian without warning climbed into his lap and seemed to be sleeping the moment before Sophia appeared in front of them and asked Fayt to dance with her. Fayt was... forced... to give a denying answer because of Albel on his arms.

As Albel was once again embraced, circled by the warmth that radiated from Fayt's body, he was able to admit that behind his actions... there was more than just the desire to dominate Fayt and Fayt's attention and time. He wanted more than cold domination, steel against steel. The warmth... The sentimental feeling of being liked, loved, adored... That was what Albel the Wicked had began to yearn. He had already earned Fayt's outmost trust. Now he wanted... everything that was Fayt Leingod.

Albel raised his face upwards so he could see Fayt's expression. The blue-haired one was humming lazily, silently along the delicate music and he swayed along the rhythm so little that Albel had not noticed it before. It made him have an unusual recollection from his past and it was not Fayt who was holding him but his mother whom soon was asked to the dance-floor by his father.

And then the mirage was gone and Albel was back in Fayt's embrace. Those precious emerald-green eyes were meeting the ruby-red ones. For some unseen reason Albel felt desires of new kind raising their heads and stamping into mud the need to shelter away from Fayt, to make the other one hurt like he was hurting deep down, to make *Fayt* hate him like he hated himself.

Albel felt like he was suddenly thrown out of his own body and in certain horror he saw, felt his mouth opening and heard the words he would *never* admit that he, Albel the Wicked, allowed to escape from his lips. "Leingod... I... I... want to dance... W-Would you...?"

At first Fayt thought he had heard incorrectly, but for the way how Albel averted his eyes, and his cheeks were faintly tinted with pinkish blush. He raised his hand and slowly petted the long, freely flowing hair. Fayt allowed his fingers tangle into the fine hair, brought those tangled locks to his lips and gently kissed them.

It was a slight breath of delight that never really left Fayt's lips but Albel heard it, recognized it. "I would be honored..." was the message, which that shy touch of the lips carried forward. The acceptance. And there was nothing that Fayt would deny from this child, youngster, man he held dear inside his spirit, soul, mind and heart. The one he was able to love only inside this dream he was living now.

Carefully Fayt put Albel down from his embrace and stood up. He offered his hand, scanning the dancing crowd, and looked down after feeling the warm but smaller hand in his hand. He allowed an almost nonexistent smile lighten his lips before his eyes returned to study the dance-floor and his ears began to pick up when the current piece of music would end and next would began. Fayt wanted their entering among the other dancers be as unnoticeable as possible because he had already realized that it had taken lot of Albel to request Fayt to take him to the dance-floor and would not like to make number out of it.

Fayt did not know what had provoked Albel's sudden and - without doubt - strange, uncharacteristic request, but he had his own suspicions. Not that he would word them out - he respected Albel -, because he could only faintly visualize what Albel was going through.

From the start, from the *very* beginning, Fayt had decided to support Albel in every possible way, in every possible situation. Not that he had thought that Albel might turn up to transform into a child.

*****

That night Cliff danced with Mirage and observed Nel and Clair who where sitting aside, in the shadows embracing each other. He was able to smile at the two women and tell Mirage that if he would *ever* see the real, the adult Albel Nox snuggling with Fayt like those two, he would probably get a heart-attack. Mirage laughed and said that the idea sounded ludicrous, but it was not *that* impossible scenario. At first Cliff was unsure if Mirage was serious or not but then he decided to observe things a little bit longer before taking a part in the verbal war that Mirage was offering to him.

Mirage just tenderly smiled as they halted for a moment to wait that the band would start a new music piece. She looked over Cliff's shoulder and her eyes widened as she saw something unbelievable as an obviously relaxed and willingly Fayt stepped to the dance-floor. But she was even more shocked when she saw the person with him.

Never in her life had Mirage thought that she would see *Albel Nox* on the dance-floor with Fayt Leingod. If fact she had never even thought of 'Albel' and 'dancing' in the same sentence, unless it was negative.

But when Mirage thought further, she realized that because of Albel's child-form, he was able to do many kinds of things. Things of which he had no recollection, memory. Things he had prohibited from himself. Perhaps it was an excuse, a camouflage. Perhaps it was really so that the balance of his mentality, personality was indeed shaken, unstable.

Mirage really did not know and she knew that in the end, it even was not her problem. Whatever was going on inside the head of Albel... Mirage could not even begin to debate. Whatever it was, sadly she admitted that there would be problems between Albel and Fayt when this mess would be over. There might be heartbreak. There might be tears and cruel words.

The road that Fayt Leingod had chosen for himself to follow.

But right that moment... Mirage was happy.

It was that simple.

*****

Fayt was far from sure of how they would do this. He had seen the old movies back on Earth where teenaged boys would be forced to dance with little girls no older than Albel now. He had always thought that it looked ridiculous no matter what the elder ladies claimed. No way in *Hell* he would force Albel - or himself - to undergo a suffering and a humiliation like that! He glanced down to Albel and came to the conclusion that there was only one way he could accomplish this dancing feature.

When Fayt bent close to Albel, he found out that Albel too had realized the problem with their height difference. The expression on the long-haired child's face was that of repulsion and distaste. Fayt hoped that he would not later on get Albel's katana into his stomach for what he was going to do next.

Fayt extended his arms, scooped Albel up and pressed the child against his chest. He was relieved when Albel did not raise a hell about his actions. But he could not disclaim that he would not have been pleasantly surprised when Albel decided to entwine his arms loosely around Fayt's neck when music began.

Albel was feeling oddly grateful for Fayt. Since he had been turned into a child, Fayt really had done many things for him, taken his mood swings like they were nothing and had hardly yelled at him. Although it was Fayt's basic nature to be so pleasant and caring that it normally annoyed Albel, he had to acknowledge the truth that Fayt was more tolerant against Albel's actions than he should have been. There was something behind Fayt's actions that Albel was not ready to accept.

It did not take too long before Albel forgot the problem he was thinking of, when he leaned against Fayt's warm, firm chest and allowed the soft music and Fayt's gentle sway cloud his usually sharp mind. It was strange and alarming when a seasoned warrior like Albel Nox let something like motion and sound to blur his mind and senses to believe that he was safe and nothing would harm him.

Rationally thinking Albel knew that he really *was* safe with Fayt. Fayt could defeat any enemy without Albel's interference. But he was a fighter first of all and relaxed fighter was a dead fighter, so *why*... Albel was distantly aware that when he would find an answer to that question, many of the issues he had because of Fayt would became less foggy.

"Tired, Albel...?" a smooth, restrained voice muttered into Albel's ear and he realized that once again somehow this body of a child had betrayed him without his notice. "Should we leave...?" Elegant way of inquiry, words placed so that they would not be belittling or dismissing.

Albel once again came to remember, that 'education' had a different meaning when applied either to Fayt or to Albel. It made him wonder why Fayt was not at ease in a political environment, because he would have fitted in perfectly. But Albel was not displeased with Fayt's choice to enter the world of battlefields, because now he had been able to find his equal, someone he truly *enjoyed* to fight against. With that thought in his mind, Albel wordlessly answered Fayt's question by shaking his head. He was not yet ready to dismiss this swaying motion and presence that soothed his too agitated mind and body.

Albel heard and felt Fayt chuckle a little before his hand resumed the caressing movement of petting Albel's hair. Somehow that caress even highlighted Albel's already divine state of mind. It was not a secret to Albel that Fayt adored his hair much although he could not understand why. Fayt had made a good job when trying to hide the fact, but in a way it had been only a matter of time before Albel had realized what all those gentle glances, worried words and timid touches meant. It should have angered Albel, but instead back then he had chosen to ignore it and it had not taken that long before Albel had gotten used to Fayt's fussing over the elder male's hair. That did not mean though that Albel would have understood the reason. It was just his *hair*!

"Albel..." A silent whisper from the pale-red lips made Albel glance up. Fayt's expression told of small hesitance, but mostly of determination. "Why... did you want to do this...?" he finally breathed out. It was really troubling him.

Once again it flashed through Albel's mind to wonder, why Fayt was always able to ask the most unwanted questions on the most inappropriate times. He really had no real reason to tell the truth. He had just gone with the mood. And the question made Albel think... The reasons behind his request... Where they really that complex even for himself...? Albel's answer came out slowly: "I've this faint memory... from my early childhood..." His words almost drowned into the sound of violins, drums, flutes. "I guess I was curious... That's all..."

That was no real answer. Just a collection of words in form of broken sentences. It told nothing to Fayt, but he did not question further. Sometimes persons made decisions that did not make sense even to themselves. Call it Karma if you will...

On his own, Albel began to give up. It really was not his in deepest nature to lie to himself. He had been already a few weeks in this child-form and not until now had he become able to admit that what ever he was feeling was not a fleeting thing caused by an unfamiliar body of a child. Albel did not know the meaning and the purpose of this sudden sentimentality, but at last he was able to confess that the feelings had not appeared *after* he had turned into a child. They have been there even *before*.

It was Fayt. Albel knew it. Every irrationality, that the blue-haired swordsman did, was carved into Albel's mind. They were... memories... of Fayt. What he did, what he said... It was Fayt, Fayt, Fayt... Albel realized that every feeling and mood swing he had gone through to this point, was somehow related to Fayt Leingod. It did not feel bad. Confusing, yes, but not bad at all. The gentle hand in his hair, the warm body against his own, the passionate kisses, the stolen touches...

And right that moment... Albel was content.

It was that simple.

TBC...

*****

Author's Note 2: Once again new chapter is ready. This one caused me some trouble but I hope you like it because I think it came out quite nicely despite the problems I am having with my timetable with University studies. I make now promises about the timing of the next chapter because of my summer holiday begins.

(1) This poem is taken from the Finnish epic The Kalevala. This is the part of the 21st poem which tells about the wedding of the smith Ilmarinen and the Daughter of Luohi, the mistress of the Northland. The translation that I used is made by Keith Bodley but it is possible to find other translations from the internet.

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