Their time in Greece...Lakonia...could be summed up in one word, idyllic. Stelios loved showing her his life, everything about who he is from the battleground up in Thermopylae to his home in the mountains. He had known, pretty much from the moment he had decided that she was something very special and that he wanted her to share his life that the right time would be, as he had told her many times, in his home...in his bed. And how right he was. Every day he felt he loved Caroline more, and more than that, perhaps because of the tales she recounted of her dreams, he believed they were two old souls that had found each other. And for him, given his age, was something to hold onto indeed.
Now they were heading to her homeland. From standing on the quay to getting into the boat, so many small touches passed between them. When Caroline gently touched his jaw, his hand rested on her hip. Then he had to turn his attention, somewhat reluctantly, to the boat. Pushing away, he pulled off his shirt, preferring the total freedom of movement for rowing. He picked up the oars and smiled as he saw Caroline watching him. He could guess what she was thinking, after all it wasn't the first time she had sought reassurance from him about visiting the Fortunate Island. Certainly for him, nothing could come close to what he felt for Greece, but from all she had told him about her home, he could feel that it would probably become quite special.
That wasn't the only reason why he was looking forward to seeing this world where his glyka mou had spent so much of her life. At his age there were few things that were truly new or different left in the world, and while he wasn't as well travelled as many Immortals much younger than him, how many had the opportunity of going somewhere so different...not to mention with such a beautiful guide.
He rowed steadily to the mouth of the cove, aware that she was watching him still, his thoughts drifting in the same direction as hers to his Spartan bedroom -- and elsewhere -- and while they hadn't quite demolished the place, they had come close on some nights. Now he watched her as she stood and prepared to open the doorway to her home. His strokes barely changed rhythm as she cut the air with her knife and watched as the fog gathered around the area. It had been a very long time, but Stelios knew when he was witnessing a Mystery, an echo back to the times he had grown up with.
As they passed through, and he saw the land appear before them, he stopped rowing, letting the boat drift as he took it all in. Subconsciously, he looked over the cliffs, towers, and castles with a martial eye, both satisfied and impressed with what he saw. On a more conscious level, he took it all in. It was a lush sight and yet a full city, together appearing to be in perfect balance with each other, one not overpowering the other. He picked up the oars again as Caroline sat back down.
"It's beautiful, glyka mou, just how you described it." He smiled, bending over to kiss her. "I can't wait for you to show me around." As they got closer to the harbour, he could see a crowd starting to gather in answer to the trumpet, and he looked at her again, grinning. "Is this going to be like the welcome we got at my home?"
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Date: 2009-08-26 12:05 am (UTC)Now they were heading to her homeland. From standing on the quay to getting into the boat, so many small touches passed between them. When Caroline gently touched his jaw, his hand rested on her hip. Then he had to turn his attention, somewhat reluctantly, to the boat. Pushing away, he pulled off his shirt, preferring the total freedom of movement for rowing. He picked up the oars and smiled as he saw Caroline watching him. He could guess what she was thinking, after all it wasn't the first time she had sought reassurance from him about visiting the Fortunate Island. Certainly for him, nothing could come close to what he felt for Greece, but from all she had told him about her home, he could feel that it would probably become quite special.
That wasn't the only reason why he was looking forward to seeing this world where his glyka mou had spent so much of her life. At his age there were few things that were truly new or different left in the world, and while he wasn't as well travelled as many Immortals much younger than him, how many had the opportunity of going somewhere so different...not to mention with such a beautiful guide.
He rowed steadily to the mouth of the cove, aware that she was watching him still, his thoughts drifting in the same direction as hers to his Spartan bedroom -- and elsewhere -- and while they hadn't quite demolished the place, they had come close on some nights. Now he watched her as she stood and prepared to open the doorway to her home. His strokes barely changed rhythm as she cut the air with her knife and watched as the fog gathered around the area. It had been a very long time, but Stelios knew when he was witnessing a Mystery, an echo back to the times he had grown up with.
As they passed through, and he saw the land appear before them, he stopped rowing, letting the boat drift as he took it all in. Subconsciously, he looked over the cliffs, towers, and castles with a martial eye, both satisfied and impressed with what he saw. On a more conscious level, he took it all in. It was a lush sight and yet a full city, together appearing to be in perfect balance with each other, one not overpowering the other. He picked up the oars again as Caroline sat back down.
"It's beautiful, glyka mou, just how you described it." He smiled, bending over to kiss her. "I can't wait for you to show me around." As they got closer to the harbour, he could see a crowd starting to gather in answer to the trumpet, and he looked at her again, grinning. "Is this going to be like the welcome we got at my home?"