The Sentinels yours immortally

she rose! she came to him! his heart lifted and the murkwater of his gaze found that of deidre's own. so lovely she was! so like a woman, a mayfair witch, though her eyes held an innocence that revealed her age regardless of her body's expression. "chaill mé tú," he whispered. she could not touch him; or perhaps he could not feel the warmth of her kiss. but there was a sensation all the same, something he had not experienced since his death, and the tears rose and flowed as water. "deirdre," lasher cried out brokenly.