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Post by Gwyndar on Jul 13, 2010 16:16:31 GMT 2
Keeping his hand over his closed eyes gave the rider what he believed the must needed push in the right direction. Where he look at the beautiful woman he feared that his incentives would once again be lost on her ad he would be forced -though not unwillingly - back into the same situation where he would be tempted to take advantage of her trust in him. He did a great many things when on the brink of sleep; he had but turned to keep her close to him. Pull her into a protective stance with him; keeping her warm through the cold darkness. But he had gone too far; he had treated her no better than he would any other woman who crossed his path and for that he was ashamed.
"My fault."He growled from behind his hand; a headache forming at the front of his temple in clear alliance with the burning lust spreading to his crotch. With a slow shuddering breath the beast of a man tried to envision things that turned his blood cold. Death, destruction ... the thought of the tiny woman in the arms of another man ...
Yes; that would ease the strain he felt. But it didn't ease the horrible thunder raging in his head. It made him frown constantly, his brow creased with several worry lines and his jaw set hard. He hardly ever got headaches so fast; but the amount of movement so quick after waking up ... it had caused the disequilibrium between his ears and brought on his mother of a headache. "Don't worry. I wont try that again unless both consenting parties are in correct mind." He said through the thumping annoyance. It made his heart rate increase a little, to become irregular. the blood pumping in patterns of irregularity that had for years worried medics in his youth. it was his way of coping with great deals of stress or pain.
Hearing her invitation to return to the 'bed' Gwyndar simply chuckled. Rubbing his hand over the slow forming facial hair that was the result of no shaving equipment for years. Only being able to trim it in ragged chunks until it was manageable. At times he had been known the plete whatever beard had formed on his chin, simply out of ease. "If you wish it Silisia." He said with a curd nod; his face still drawn into the slight pain filled frown. Occasionally twitching at the burning behind his eye. But still he returned to where she had sat; her innocent position only causing him to shake his head. "Come. Lie down." He crooned; taking the blanket from her and waiting for her to comply before he could cover her tenderly; using his arms to encircle her.
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Post by Silisia Anja Saffy on Jul 14, 2010 16:25:10 GMT 2
The woman shifted uncomfortably as she watched the man in front of her changed behaviour. She pulled the blanket around her tighter, uncertainty flowing freely in her mind. Biting her lip, she glanced down to the floor while she let his gruff words wash over her. The growl from his voice was nothing of those he had let forth earlier, in the heat of the moment. He could not take the blame entirely for their moment of almost loss of control. Sighing, the queen resigned herself not to argue. It was only cause more tension and that was the last thing the queen desired. If she could reverse time and merely spend the moment curled up in his arms without making him feel so uncomfortable. It had been her choice to provoke him, and if it had not been so soon after they had met, she would not have backed away from the situation.
Turning her gaze back to regard him, she was disappointed to see that he was still covering his eyes. She folded her arms in front of her as she kept her eyes firmly on the well shaped man in front of her. Her eyes softened as she regarded him. The hardening of his expression was apparently. She almost wished she could take back those words which had sent him on this trip. A small sigh of frustration left her lips. Would their relationship be doomed to these constant misunderstandings and moments being torn apart by incorrect words?
“I look forward to that moment,” she smiled warmly, trying to invite what she perceived to be a hardening rider back into her mind. She would fight for him. It had been many long years since she had felt so for a man, and she was not about to let him go. A smile lingered on her lips as she continued to watch him, longing for his arms to enfold her. There never was a man who had made her feel this way; not even the man who fathered her daughter. She could accept their passing in the arms of Gwyndar.
“You make it sound like such torture,” she mused, teasing him slightly. The adopted formality which she perceived made her feel uncomfortable. The pain in his frown was clear to the queen. Yet whether it was emotional or physical she was not sure. Her lips parted in a content smile at his words. Allowing him to relinquish her of the blanket, she folded her arms across her chest. Happily to obey his words, she lay down, waiting for him to join her. Yet the unease of his expression called to her. “What’s wrong?” she asked softly, her voice gently drifting through the cave.
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Post by Gwyndar on Jul 14, 2010 19:15:15 GMT 2
Smirking and laughing once at the idea of the delicately made woman waiting in anticipation for the time when both where once again ready to throw all caution to the wind and consent to an ac both knew to be something of intimacy. The idea that she was anticipating being with him made him laugh; he had never been wanted for anything other than malicious reasons; to be used as a weapon. To kill someone for reward or as a bribe for not being turned in. Gwyndar had done many things he was not proud of, most of them included with the swords lying mere feet away forcing their way through his victims heart or lungs. Depending on how much they had pissed off the one wishing their demise.
Still finally removing his hands from his face and giving the woman a look that could only be described as awe he let the frown on his face lift if only for a moment. She was just beautiful; so much so that the rider could feel the same rising feeling of lust in his gut even as he looked at her curled up with the blanket. It gave him something of an excuse to roam his eyes over her luscious body; to take in the pale skin that was always so supple when he touched it. "Never." He mumbled; his strong legs taking the short distance to the stone bed without any time taken at all. He relished in the feel of her skin; the taste of her lips and the adoring smell of her. Everything about her just made him want to stop and bask. Worship what he knew was definitely a gift from a higher power upon his unworthy peasantry.
Even if he was now a man of nobility. The idea had him wondering what it would be like living as a noble. All he had known was peasantry's, his life; his schooling, all of it was done without the comforts Silisia would probably have taken for granted. He would still be on guard however; the idea that he would automatically be accepted into society was a world very unrealistic to what he knew. He had spent years trying to make a life for himself, succumbing only to nature and her cruel ways when under empty cover the rain would fall heavy on him. Nights where the only comfort he gained was huddling under a tree; water trickling down his back, falling onto his eyes as he tried to settle himself into a slumber. Being awoken disoriented and in panic at any noise that disturbed him.
Carefully, he adjusted his position so that he lay on his side; propped up on an elbow and leaving an arm free so that as the tiny woman lay beside him he could slip his large muscled arm over her waist. Letting his hand rub up and down her back gently, his fingers trailing from skin to material once more. He missed the expanse of skin that her back was made of yet he knew it was only right that she sleep with some sort of clothing on. Gwyndar was used to sleeping -if the need arose - naked some nights. Even in the heavy showers of rain. If he needed to mask his scent he would need the bare nakedness and cover of heavy under bush that covered him.
With an expression of almost confusion the rider took in the question of the tiny queen, his face forming if possible more lines on his forehead. It gave the headache a bit more vigor. "Nothing. I just feel that given the short time we have known each other the idea of copulating like that is simply disrespectful." He said, confused as to what reasoning came behind the question. "I did not wish to offend you."
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Post by Silisia Anja Saffy on Jul 15, 2010 16:17:03 GMT 2
A small frown of confusion touched her brow coupled with a small, uncertain smile at his laughter. Utterly uncertain of what would be so humorous about her anticipating their moment. She could even imagine sneaking into his room on night, away from prying and judgemental eyes. She knew that that thought would utterly shock any courters in her palace. Their queen wanting the company of a wanted man; such things were of great scandal. Sil could not care as she watched him before her. She could barely believe that he was the same man who had run from her in Aila’s shop, and then distrusted and hated her appearance at his cave a few moments later. Remembering how little she could trust him, and then her so easily given trust. She concluded that she was possibly losing her mind.
As he removed his hand from his face, she smiled warmly at him. A slight blush touched her cheeks as she realised that he was openly staring at her. She glanced away, composing herself. He was simple handsome. A small smile touched her lips at his words, and she looked up to view him coming closer to her. “I’m glad to hear that,” she purred, awaiting his embrace. The best of it was that she could afford to trust him. She need no fear some hidden agenda, or that he wished to usurp her and take the crown for himself. Trust usually came at a high emotional cost for the queen. She could never dare to trust, or hope to trust anyone of nobility. She could only hope that his new found power would not go to his head as it did for most people. Especially those who were granted nobility for some great deed. She remembered his father’s promotion of a peasant who saved his life, and it had ended badly. The peasant grew so bold as to insist he were to be married to Silisia and become future king. Expect, this time, she would eagerly accept.
Silisia gazed adoringly at him as he lay next to her. At his touch, her smile bloomed and for a moment she dared to close her eyes in bliss. In return, Silisia gently placed her hand upon his waist, relishing the touch on his body underneath her hand. Clarity run clear in her mind, and the queen could truly appreciate his closeness. She slowly moved a little closer to him, enjoying his soft hands trailing the expanse of her back. Bliss was what she could call the feeling that was swelling up within her. Here she was, with the man of her dreams, in a twisted sense. A small content smile touched her lips as she regarded him.
His words almost made the queen laugh uncomfortably. They had obviously missed each other’s meaning. “That’s not what I meant and you have not offended me,” she spoke softly, then gently trailed her fingers across the lines forming on his brow. “You look like you’re in pain,” she whispered, and gently leant up for a moment to touch her lips to his brow. She let herself linger there for a moment, then lay back down again, gazing back up at him.
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Post by Gwyndar on Jul 16, 2010 23:39:15 GMT 2
[blockquote]Almost laughing at his own stupidity the rider let a hand rest on his stomach at the laughter rumbled under his skin. He had at least now made his intentions known; and had received what he thought was acceptance without argument. Strange.
While her little soft fingers traced what he now understood to be the heavy set frown lines. In normal circumstance her touch would be calming the pulsing did little more than stubbornly keep them on his face. At least he did not snap at her as he would do any other while in such a situation. At least here he was simply frowning. It was never anything serious; least, not as bad as his pain from the broken ribs he had lived with for over a month. "It is of no concern. Simple head pains from doing too much too fast." He said calmingly; his own hand running over the front of Silisias face. Gently caressing the softness. "Don't worry yourself. It usually leaves by morning. It looks far worse than it is."
Slowly lowering his hand so that a single finger ran over the supple lips he had kissed not long before. They were still slightly pinker than normal. All the more beautiful and interesting. Yet he knew that by morning he needed her to be as she left once more. Still they were a secret. Even with his new nobility he could not chance her reputation being questioned by those around her in the court. It made the morning so much closer that the headache increased a little more. "Come Silisia. You have much to do in the morn; most of which is the result of my troubling you." he chuckled.
"Sleep now. I will keep you safe." He whispered, leaning his head down to speak into her ear before kissing the side of her head gently. Pulling her closer to him while the hand now on her back pushed down the hair on the top of her head. Kissing it once more before holding her tightly to his body. The warmth of her skin causing him to heat up himself. Hopefully making her more comfortable. "Sleep well, little Queen." He rumbled with a small smile. [/blockquote][/font]
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