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Post by Gilwen on Apr 7, 2009 0:53:46 GMT -5
It was then that Faeldor spoke; such kind words in an even tone. Gilwen heard him, even through her muffled gasps for air and breaths. The stable master had simply claimed he was not disgraced by her; though Gilwen could hardly understand why. Those rumors would never be quelled now! Her thoughts were interrupted though, by a single word from a single sentence. "I do love you so." She no longer fought the adequate supply of air for her silent sobs. Such words had taken her own breath away; it would be pointless to fight it. "Cause me pain?" Gilwen asked so softly it seemed barely audible.
Faeldor certainly hadn't heard, he continued with even more comforting words, though once more finished the statements with words that troubled her. She would not have missed his embrace for all the world. She just wished for a mild servant to have been the one to find them; one that wouldn't go run off and retell the story countless times and to Miriel no less!
She looked up at him, pulling her head away from his shoulder, and watched as his handsome face turned into a frown. Oh, that did break her heart. Such an expression had no right to be upon his face! Not when his smile suited him so much more. “She will not take away my love for you. You are my Starlight, and you will be my Starlight.”
His hold on her had relaxed, as his anger began to subside, and get tucked away. The woman just stared at him, her jaw dropped slightly. Gilwen knew that it was not the most opportune time to fumble for words; she wanted more than anything to tell Faeldor she loved him, too. Still, her lungs would not grant her the air she needed to make her voice work. She was still reeling from her tears, and the sheer surprise that Faeldor had even spoken such words to her!
Gilwen, do something. She told herself. She didn't want him to think that precious word ill received, or unrequited. Her tears started again because she could still find no voice to tell him her response. Perhaps she did not need words at all. After all, actions could speak just as loudly, if not more so. Gilwen shifted slightly in his lap, and kissed Faeldor's cheek; once for each word of her response.
I. She kissed his cheek. Love. Gilwen kissed his jaw, close to his ear. You. She kissed his jaw once more, this time closer to his chin. She did not wait to see his face, to judge the reaction he would give for the sheer brashness of her actions. She simply tucked her head under his chin, and let her tears finish.
Gilwen was still shaking horribly, with the pressure of her unladylike display now settling in on her. She closed her eyes tightly, simply letting herself feel Faeldor's arms about her. He surely had displayed a show of affection this morning that had caused her to lose herself; later in the afternoon Gilwen had found herself showing the horse master precisely the same boldness. She only prayed that he did not think it improper in timing or form.
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Post by Faeldor on Apr 7, 2009 9:52:30 GMT -5
Though Gilwen had not returned his words, Faeldor knew within that she felt the same for him; if only by the way she responded. He had never expected that she would grant him such kisses as she had, and he could only close his eyes and relax as she gave them. It was entirely bold, but she had done so, and she would not have if she were unfeeling. He would have been perhaps joyous to hear the same words from her; yet she was not a woman of words. She was quiet, and he learned most from her by her own actions.
Even her tears were silent; for he would not have known she were crying if it was not for the shuddering of her shoulders, and the gasps every so often. He felt her tears, and then for a moment he began to hum to her softly, but he stopped himself short, and instead chose to speak.
“I wish… that I would have known you years ago,” Faeldor said. He slid back on the bed, to the corner of the wall; ever so slowly, that he might not harm Gilwen’s leg, and he shifted, bending his knees up so that she might be all the closer against his knee and chest. “That you might have known my Father, and met the Miriel that I grew up with. She was sweet and gentle, and beautiful in all ways. She never did raise her voice, and she simply adored Father, and me as well. She was here with him in the stables every day; she did so wish to be with the horses, and with us. And she is near as good a rider as myself, though now it has been years. If the stable master could have been a female, she would have done the job just as well as I. Entirely unladylike… she cared not for her clothes or her hair. She simply loved the feel of the wind and sun against her skin, and a horse beneath her. You might have been friends. She would have loved you as the others do.”
As Faeldor drew his arms more firmly around Gilwen, cradling the back of her head against him, he felt her soft and dampened cheek against his neck. He could have sobbed himself, for he felt the urge welling in his own throat. But Faeldor had not cried since his own Father’s death, and he thought himself incapable of it now. His own eyes were dry, but they were sad.
“But you, Gilwen. You are lovely, and will always be. You will never change as such, I know. You will always be gentle and kind, and honest and sincere. You will ever be my Starlight. I shall always see you as the woman spinning against the glimmering light of Fela Isilme, and smiling.” The man sighed, “You promised Grandfather that you would always smile for me, and I know you will…”
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Post by Gilwen on Apr 7, 2009 14:12:49 GMT -5
It surprised Gilwen that Faeldor had quieted his hum. For a moment her mind reeled. Was he cross that she had not said the words out loud? Was he too distraught to sing? Surely it could not be the latter, for Faeldor could express any emotion in song as far as Gilwen was concerned, and she knew his love of it. So why would he quiet himself? The answer soon came as he began to speak to her. “I wish… that I would have known you years ago.”
The feeling was requited from the servant woman. Faeldor shifted them both, ever so gently; bringing them even closer together. She almost spoke to him of her own longing to have known him for such a time, but he continued on, and Gilwen once more listened. Oh, but it did make her longing grow! To have known his entire family all of this time...to have seen the Miriel that was kind and loving, to think that at one point she could have been accepted by his sister rather than at odds with her.
There, completely encircled in Faeldor's strong arms, Gilwen felt her heart grow even more heavy. In truth, Gilwen secretly longed to be loved by Miriel; to be accepted by Faeldor's dear sister. Though, the dark bruise upon her cheek, and the ghastly bruise at her ankle reminded the young woman that it would not be that way for a long while. If ever. She thought sadly. For now, it seemed the only interaction she would find with the beautiful cook would leave her in tears and low spirits.
He had stopped speaking for a moment, and Gilwen pressed her cheek against the warmth of his neck. As Faeldor spoke again, she could feel the hum of his vocal chords and let the comfort of his closeness finally still her tears. “You promised Grandfather that you would always smile for me, and I know you will…” The weight of another promise fell upon her shoulders. This was in no way holding her word true; she did not smile now.
She took another staggered breath, and then finally let herself speak. "I will hold to the promises that I have made," she let herself say. Not just to smile, but to care for Faeldor in the way he cared for everybody else. He seemed to push himself to the wayside a majority of the time; and this bothered Gilwen slightly.
There was a beat of silence before she finally found the rest of the words she wanted to say, "To let Miriel break me; and cause me to fall through on those vows....I love you too much for that." The second half was whispered, her breath having been lost once more as she thought of the word she finally used. It felt nice on her tongue, light and meaningful. Still, such emotion came with it, that was not light in the least, but deep and profound. Her lips almost parted in a small smile, finally the wave of serenity that washed over her came; and all for the little word she had finally been able to say.
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Post by Faeldor on Apr 7, 2009 18:40:59 GMT -5
No, Miriel would not break this girl. She was only his little sister, afterall. What more could she do than she already had done? Perhaps a day would come when Miriel would speak to him, of why she was so offended by his Gilwen, and why she could not simply let them be happy together… He did not wish to speak of Miriel any longer though, for now he simply wished to sit with Gilwen, and speak of good things. Her day had been troubling enough, that he need not make their time at the end of it filled with turmoil as well. Faeldor’s thoughts, though, were silenced by the next words that had come from his lady’s gentle mouth in a whisper. “I love you too much for that."
All heated thoughts that Faeldor had held in his mind seemed to be quite vanquished, and the tension of his chest eased with a long, silent sigh. He did not say a word, but a tenderness washed over his face. To simply hear Gilwen say such to him seemed enough to fill his soul. Love. It was a word he heard daily, and used daily, among his mother and brother, sisters and grandparents; but the way Gilwen had used it was different, and held entirely different meaning to him. Her words were distinct, and he would always remember them.
His face turned down and rested within her silky hair, pressing some kisses very top of her head. Then he drew back, wishing to see her. Faeldor dropped his hands to her sides, and slowly pulled her back, from where she burrowed herself so tightly against his chest. He felt the warmth of damp skin cling slightly to his neck, and even as he drew her only inches away from him, he already missed the closeness.
The man moved the woman in his arms, as if gently moving a doll, until he might see her face in the afternoon light of the window. He sat for a moment, his hand beneath her chin where it rested, and the other still at her waist, and his eyes studying her; first the bruise on her cheek, and the streaks of tear drying upon her face, but quickly moving onward to her eyes, her little ears and nose, the curve of her jaw, and then her lips. His eyes looked back to her own for a moment, and before the smile was across his face, it showed within the grey pools. Then the man bent slightly, and kissed her right upon her pretty lips.
It was a gentle kiss, and though he had meant to make it a short one as well, it did last on, for he did not wish to separate from her, but finally de drew back. He looked down at the woman expectantly, as if to judge her reaction, a slight smile upon his own lips. She was ever so much lovelier than Rosiel, and those bitter lips that had touched his the day before. Oh Gilwen, what a lovely, sweet woman. His love.
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Post by Gilwen on Apr 7, 2009 19:40:47 GMT -5
Gilwen felt the change in him almost immediately. The tension he had held in his arms, even as they so gently held her had gone completely. She kept her eyes closed, though, still nestled against him completely comforted and at ease. Her shaking, it appeared had slowly stopped; though at what precise moment Gilwen could not have said. Perhaps it was the moment Faeldor kissed the top of her head so lightly. Either way, her frame was finally still of its shaking.
His hands had moved though, and she felt them grasp her sides and pry her away from his warmth. At first she was unsure as to his intentions of doing such a thing; she had, after all, been quite comfortable there in his arms nestled so close to him. Though, if there were any worry over his discontent, it had vanished the minute she saw his face, and felt his hand under her chin.
He was studying her---precisely what of her face he had found so entrancing she could not say, for the only thing she saw was his lovely eyes. The grey in them brightened to a lovely smile, and his lips followed suit. It was hard not to smile back up at him; it was so lovely to see that glimmer back.
Then, he moved toward her. Before he had even touched his lips to hers he skin was on fire, painted the darkest red that ever could come to ones cheek. Finally the distance between their lips had closed, and those lips that had become so familiar on her cheeks had gently found themselves against hers.
At first her heart fluttered, and then she panicked. She didn't even know what what she was doing! Her hands fluttered nervously at her side. She did not wish to touch him, and make him feel like she was growing to passionate. And he lingered there. It felt as if her heart was to explode from her chest; and the minute he pulled away her blush deepened and she gasped lightly. He was smiling slightly at her, and slowly her own face changed, and Gilwen was returning his small smile, the red on her cheeks still overpowering.
She was caught in his grey eyes. No words, not a single sound. Her brown eyes were bright though, and there was no mistaking her joy at that moment. Her first true kiss--on a day where her face surely looked a fright. Still, it had instantly made her day so much more better, and she had all but forgotten her ankle and the rumors of her "whorish" behavior. Simply; her vision was only of Faeldor's glimmering eyes, and all she could feel was the blush on her cheek. Neither of which she had poor feelings for.
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Post by Faeldor on Apr 7, 2009 20:51:34 GMT -5
The man had worried for a moment that Gilwen would be offended with his bold motions; she was rather timid. But her blush, her little gasp, and then her smile gave her away, that she had truly enjoyed such, and he was glad.
Faeldor placed his hands, one on each of Gilwen’s cheeks, cupping her face lightly, and avoiding the bruised portion of her cheek so as not to hurt her. He was quite in awe as he looked at her. Even with the damage done to her face, she was quite the beauty. And Miriel had called her plain… by all means she was not. “I knew that might make you smile…” Faeldor lulled quietly, reaching down now to find Gilwen’s hands and raised them to kiss each one, upon the knuckles and the palm, and each of her fingertips.
Then the man surprised himself, as he brought her own hands up to his face, and placed one on each of his own cheeks; then he slid her hands to the back of his neck, covering them there for a moment with his hands. He liked them upon his own skin.
He left her hands where he had placed them, but then he moved his own arms back around the woman to embrace her once more, leaning forward to place his forehead upon hers. He wished to kiss her again, but he waited. He would let her recover from the first, he mused, still smiling at her reddened cheeks.
He could hardly stand to wait though, with her pretty pink lips so close in front of him, and he leaned in once more to kiss the woman, though this time his arms were about her, and he did pull her against him more tightly. He was just as gentle as the previous, though he lingered in it much longer. One kiss perhaps turned to a few, and it was some minutes before he stopped himself and simply pulled the woman back against his chest, still smiling.
“Starlight, I never did think that there would be anything on this Earth that I loved more than horses. Though, you are quite lovelier than a horse… I think that perhaps, my mother will stop worrying now, that I should marry a horse. She has always been afraid of the sort. I think that someday I should marry a woman though.” Faeldor said, having come into quite a humorous mood. His words were rather suggestive, though he said no more as he laughed slightly and leaned back against the wall.
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Post by Gilwen on Apr 7, 2009 21:24:51 GMT -5
“I knew that might make you smile…”
Oh, and it had. Gilwen laughed a little breathlessly, but let Faeldor continue his ministrations; handling her gently like a doll. It was all she could ask for, her nerves had stilled her own control, and she still didn't know what was proper for her to do. He kissed her hands, with small sweet kisses that did nothing to calm her heart. And Faeldor seemed to pay that no mind at all; and actually brought her hands up, laying them on his handsome face, and then moved them so that she was holding the back of his neck.
Oh, her cheeks were still burning, though as he moved her, she felt confident. She could not overstep her bounds if Faeldor was the one moving her. His arms circled around her once more, and she smiled and laughed slightly as he pressed his forehead to hers. Her heart was still racing; and her cheeks still flushed. And her heart! It got no rest, for it seemed Faeldor found his way to her lips once more; and then a few more times after that.
When he pulled her against his chest, Gilwen was certain that her hammering heart would be obvious. Still, there was nothing she could do to calm it; especially with the last thing he said to her. Marriage. She thought happily. Still, it reddened her cheeks more so. What with the earlier talk of children, and now them tangled among each other like they were on a bed no less! Still, after a moment she responded, "Then I am glad to have swayed your interest. For the sake of Meleth, of course." The last part was clearly in jest, though the first was completely genuine.
It seemed a pity that eventually she would have to go home. No matter how flushed her cheeks, or how much her heart was hammering; this was right where she wanted to be.
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Post by Faeldor on Apr 7, 2009 22:07:31 GMT -5
"Then I am glad to have swayed your interest. For the sake of Meleth, of course." Faeldor laughed. “You have saved me from such a terrible fate. My mother could have been surely devastated. And either way, I am incredibly lucky to have been swayed by you. I hardly understand why another man has not already swept you up as his own. You are so lovely. But I am quite glad that it has turned out so. And for our sakes, not even our mothers.”
The man, for a moment, thought he was done, but then he added, in all seriousness; “I promise that I should never leave you, Gilwen.” As he said so, his hand found it’s way back to her hair. “You will be my one, and my only. I should never desire another. You are my Gilwen, and I will be your Faeldor.” He smiled to himself at saying such a thing, but he did wish to reassure the woman, and let her know as such. There were no Rosiels in his life that would sway him. She needed to know such.
After some moments, the man again broke his serious tone, for it seemed that they had drawn away from their last kiss ages ago, and still Gilwen’s heart was rampant against him still. He smiled, knowing it was he who had done such to make her so discomposed.
“Your heart feels as if we had been dancing for hours,” Faeldor said, a bit smugly. “But I do not think you’ve left the bed since we’ve been in here… why, sweetheart, does it beat like so? Please do explain what has caused such excitement, and made you so aflame.” There was a lilt to the man’s tone, and he was obviously teasing her once more, but he still wished to hear her answer. As he spoke, he barely moved, but his hand rested upon her cheek and his thumb traced over her lips as he had done earlier in the day. By the way they were sitting, he could not see her face, for she had again nuzzled against his chest beneath his chin.
Surely the woman would be embarrassed. But it would not be a bad embarrassment, and he would not have teased her as such if he thought that she would be upset by it. He did wish to hear her own humor on the matter, for it seemed as if not speaking of it could very well cause it to be more embarrassing. And Faeldor did not wish to cause the woman humiliation, each time he kissed her, for now he would surely wish to kiss her often.
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Post by Gilwen on Apr 7, 2009 22:47:49 GMT -5
For the first time in her life, Gilwen was pleased that no suitors had come knocking at her door before. Faeldor would be her first; and from the promise that he made, it would be her only. "Then I shall hold you to your word, my Faeldor." She whispered in response, her heart fluttering slightly faster at her own acceptance of the statement she had made.
She leaned against his chest once more, closing her eyes happily, nuzzling into his tunic. The silence that blanketed them did not trouble her in the least. In fact; she was so elated at that particular moment that Gilwen mused pleasantly that absolutely nothing would have dampened her spirits. Only a few moments later, she was wrong. While it hardly destroyed her joy, her nerves instantly became afire when he inquired jokingly to her pulse.
She gasped, and pulled back instantly giving enough space to keep her heartbeat hidden from him, bringing her hands to cover her cheeks as they flushed once more. To ask such a thing was almost cruel. Was she not supposed to feel such a way when he held her, and brushed her lips with his thumb?
You. You are the only one who can excite me so. Oh, she could not say that. "I did not mean to offend you by the display," she murmured hastily. It seemed it was all in jest, still...a lady was supposed to keep control of herself. And her heartbeat was clearly unrestrained. Oh, and after that horrid rumor of she and Faeldor had. Though, perhaps the blushing and fidgeting she did proved the claims of harlotry false, and slowly she leaned back into his chest, placing her fist over her heart to mask its rate.
For all of her embarrassment, she could not keep herself away from him, and once more nestled into his strong chest. If what he promised proved true, Gilwen imagined there would be many more days where she would be here, in his arms. It would behoove her to learn to not grow so flustered when he teased. She smiled a little to herself. It would take a while; but if he promised her forever, she would have plenty of time.
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Post by Faeldor on Apr 7, 2009 23:28:01 GMT -5
“…my Faeldor." The last two words from her pretty lips only increased Faeldor’s joy. Her voice was laced with softness as she said his name, and he could barely keep from kissing her again. He embraced her tightly, and deemed that he could never let this woman go from him.
It seemed though, that Faeldor’s teasing did not turn out the way he had expected, and embarrassed the woman a bit more than he had planned. Her words were quick. "I did not mean to offend you by the display.” And as she said so, she immediately pulled herself away from him. Faeldor frowned, but let her do as she pleased. It seemed only moments though, before she had returned back to him. She simply could not stay away. It made him smile all the more, although she had tensed slightly. She still seemed to have made herself rather comfortable.
Faeldor smiled to himself, not answering her directly, but reaching down for Gilwen’s fist, in which she hid her heartbeat from him. He covered her hand for just a moment, and then moved it slowly, to place her little hand upon his own chest, tightening his grip on the woman that she might be right against him again, and holding her again until all her tension had eased. .
“You did not offend me, Starlight, feeling your heart beat as such is only a compliment,” he finally replied to her. “I like to feel it. And to try and cover it as such is only folly, for I can feel it beat throughout your entire body when we sit this way,” he smiled. “I like it,” he said once more. “And I like you,” he grinned, pressing his bristled cheek down against hers, and kissing the soft skin upon her face as far as he could reach. “My heart beats for you as well.”
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The couple sat for quite some time in their comfortable embrace, and afternoon passed on to evening. Soon the sun was drawing itself low in the sky, and Faeldor knew that Gilwen would need to leave shortly, and he would need to start his own night rounds in the stables. He mused that his sleeping shifts would be right easy in this bed, now that such lovely hours had passed upon it.
“Sweet one,” he finally said, “It is best that you make your way home before dark. And I must shortly start my rounds. The others will think the stable master has disappeared on them,” he told her, sadly. She was still pressed closely against him, and at times she had been so quiet and calm, that he had wondered if she had fallen asleep upon him. She surely may have, for her day had been a tiring one, but it had certainly ended quite nicely.
Carefully, Faeldor lifted the woman from his lap and let her slide next to him upon the bed, and he moved himself away to gather her stockings and shoes. “Do let me the honor of redressing your feet, my love,” he said, testing a new name for her. There were quite a few pretty names for the man to call her as, but even so, he could like none better than the other, save Starlight, which stood out to him, as it reminded him of the night in which he learned that he would love her.
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Post by Gilwen on Apr 8, 2009 0:19:36 GMT -5
Even as she lay against him once more content in her masking of her rampant heart, her Faeldor was not fully satisfied. She felt his hand move and shortly blanker her own. This slightly surprised the young woman, but let him pull her hand away nonetheless. What use would it do to argue with one who had hands as strong as his? He laid her hand to rest against his chest, and pulled her close once more. Still, her heartbeat was quite quickened.
“I like to feel it. And to try and cover it as such is only folly, for I can feel it beat throughout your entire body when we sit this way. I like it. And I like you.” At first, Gilwen had taken the first statement and felt more of a flush against her cheek; for to speak of a woman's whole body in such a way seemed to draw attention to the closeness of both horse master and maid. Surely it was not wrong, to sit wrapped in his arms like this. If it were, Faeldor would not have her hugged so tightly against him. Then there was no way to mask her wild pulse; and slowly she let herself resign to it. “My heart beats for you as well.”
A smile crossed her lips, and Gilwen finally closed her eyes, and let her pulse begin to slow; taking the silence to listen to Faeldor's own heart. It seemed quite calm and steady, and soon it seemed her heart had slowed to the same pace. As they laid there, his heartbeat calmed her---she could not precisely pinpoint where, but she had indeed drifted off in a quiet slumber to its rhythm.
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“Sweet one.” It was a gentle rousing, for Faeldor's words were of the sweetest nature, and his voice was soft and kind. Gilwen's brown eyes fluttered open, though she was slightly disoriented in the few moments following. She had not remembered the sky being so colored as it was; just a few moments ago it had seemed, the sky out the window was a wonderful blue. Now, it was painted with the presence of nightfall. And here she was, still wrapped in his arms and held tightly against his chest.
How long had she been asleep? She frowned slightly, saddened that it was now time for her to go and she had not the decency to have stayed awake in his presence. All of that time she knew she had sat with him and in all closeness but she would not recall a single moment of it now. It seemed quite the waste; though she had ample joyous memories of the time before she had been calmed into slumber.
Faeldor lifted her from his lap, and set her right beside him, and then moved to fetch her stockings and shoes; clearly intent on redressing her. At first she hesitated to grant him permission. Seeing her bruised ankle again could very well have ruined his mood. Still, she decided to smile at him drowsily and nod. Perhaps because she was still not fully conscious, perhaps because he seemed so intent on helping that it would do her no good to protest. Or, perhaps it was because he had gifted her a new name. One that pleased her to hear it spoken.
It would not, of course, replace 'Starlight'. Gilwen had grown quite fond of that in the few weeks she had known him. Still, this one claimed her as his own; and she enjoyed that very much. As he kneeled before her and worked carefully to put both of her stockings and shoes on, she leaned forward and kissed his forehead.
She could not decide of her intentions. It seemed to Gilwen that it would provide the proper distraction from her horrible bruise, but she also felt drawn to do it---to apologize for having fallen asleep, to give them one last parting, and to thank him for all that he had done in turning her horrid day to one that she would treasure for the rest of her existence. She knew he was to stay the night this evening, he had told her so earlier by lamenting to her he would not be home to strike Miriel, and she remembered that he did not particularly like to coop himself in the stables for a full day. "Do not work yourself too hard," she murmured softly.
It was about time for her to be heading home on her own accord anyway. Niniel was probably wondering why her daughter had not come home from work yet, seeing as how telling Faeldor goodnight had changed into an affair that had taken all evening. And Meleth was still counting on her to deliver the basket of baked goods to her home. And her own ankle needed to be tended to once more. She waited until he finished with her stockings and shoes then and slowly stood.
"Goodnight, dear Faeldor." She said lightly, smiling at him contentedly. It had been an absolutely wonderful day; no matter how it had all started.
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Post by Faeldor on Apr 8, 2009 12:49:58 GMT -5
As much as Gilwen’s own thought bade her think the evening had passed as wasteful, it was not a wasteful time to Faeldor. He had been quite awake through the time, though very content and relaxed, and it gave him free reign for his own thoughts. The man mused over the day, and over the very poor timing it had been when the servants had entered and saw the man and woman together. He thought on his sister, though his thoughts at this time were more sadness than anger, and he thought on his mother; who had cared for Gilwen and showed her love for her in that way. Most of his time though was not spent on thoughts of the past, but of the present. The warm little body curled upon him, and the silky hair that every so often shifted and tickled at the skin of his neck, and the hands which were once kept concealed from him, but now openly upon him and unashamed.
Even more delightful in his mind was the thought that this would not be the last time the two were to sit this way. A strange comfort and protectiveness had come over Faeldor so fully in the past days, and he knew that he would always keep this woman safe in his arms; it was good for the both of them. He listened to her soft breathing, and his eyes closed, he imagined how lovely it would be to lay beside her each night, and wake beside her each morning, and to have this steady comfort daily. Now though, she must go, and he had roused her sleepy eyes, and sought her shoes.
Given the permission, Faeldor began to replace the lady’s stockings and shoes, but before he had even started he felt a kiss to his forehead, and he smiled up at Gilwen. He paused a moment; her little foot held within his hand, and then he bent his own head to her and then he pressed a kiss to her leg, just above the bone of her ankle. Then he continued to carefully replace the stocking and shoe. “I will not work too hard,” he answered her. “I doubt there will be much trouble this evening at all, so I will merely rest and do my rounds.”
When he came to the opposite leg, and saw again the vast difference; the dark bruise upon the lateral skin, and wrapping around as if it had been beaten on all sides; and the way it swelled slightly, he frowned momentarily. But he did not look to Gilwen again until he had controlled himself, and avoided his anger. She was so calm and happy at the moment, and he would not ruin such for her. He gave her a slow glance, and then grinned boyishly as he took the hem of her skirts and pushed them up right to her knee, kissing her just beneath and well avoiding the injury. Then he quickly let the skirt drop again before gently sliding the stocking and the shoe back over her foot, and tying the laces as loosely as he could. He sat back upon the ground and quickly took up his own boots before standing with her.
"Goodnight, dear Faeldor." The man smiled, to hear his name said in such a way. “Goodnight, sweet Gilwen,” he replied. He took her hands and stepped toward her. “I will see you tomorrow, yet I shall no longer visit you in the palace on my breaks, to avoid further rumor and harm.” He tried to keep his words light, though he felt he must tell her, so that she would not look for him, or be sad when he did not come to see her. “At least for now,” he concluded, and he stepped further forward, taking her hands and placing them around his waist, and his own going about her back and shoulders, to gently embrace her for a moment. Mostly, because he did not wish her to go, and secondly to make up for the words that he had just said. Then he kissed the woman’s forehead and stepped back.
“I shall walk you at least to the end of the stable,” he answered. And he would watch her go from there. He pitied the fact that he need work, and was not able to help her home with her injured ankle, and that he would not be with her at her house to explain to her parents of what had happened to her. She was strong though, and she was now comforted, and would do well on her own.
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Post by Gilwen on Apr 8, 2009 13:24:12 GMT -5
As her mind was still hazy, Gilwen merely laughed as Faeldor had kissed her ankle; for such was unexpected, even from him. “I doubt there will be much trouble this evening at all, so I will merely rest and do my rounds.” That pleased her, and she exhaled pleasantly. Faeldor deserved such rest and relaxation. He seemed to work rather quickly, though slowed when he had to switch his attention to her injured leg. Her smile faded slowly, as she tried to study his face to no avail; he did well to keep his eyes down and not upon her.
He managed to keep control of his anger leastways, though perhaps not his lovers impulses, and he lifted the hem of her dress to her knee, and kissed her before dropping it once more. The smile he had was playful as he did such a thing, though Gilwen blushed heartily. To show such skin was not ladylike at all! Though, Faeldor had done such on his own accord and whims, so she did not let it trouble her terribly, merely bring back her smile.
He took her hands as they stood facing each other, but Gilwen’s happiness did lessen as he spoke to her of the next day. It was quite the gentlemanly thing to do; and not compromise either of their names any further by meeting secretly amongst the stone walls. Still, Gilwen had grown so fond of seeing him daily in short spurts. It made the workload and toil so much easier to bear. Faeldor guided her own arms about him, though he had to do very little coercing, as she took over the task halfway through. It was as if when he kissed her forehead, he were apologizing to her for the fact they would not share their breaks together for a while.
“I shall walk you at least to the end of the stable.” The young woman nodded and smiled lightly, releasing him from her arms to allow him to lead her out. She would make it home without a problem, Gilwen was certain. While her ankle would slow her, her spirits were certainly soaring; every step she would take would be light.
She let him lead her out of the quarters and to the end of the stable, picking up the basket of baked goods along the way. Gilwen all the while sitting in contented silence. She stole quick glances at the horses as they passed them; finally stopping at the doorway. Faeldor could go no further with her tonight---his business was here.
She did not know how far the rumors had reached; if they had gotten to the ears of the other staff of the stable, but Gilwen resisted the urge to make any gesture toward him of affection and glanced about to locate the other stable hands, as if to assure herself that they had not seen her exit the small room with Faeldor. She turned her eyes back to him, now. “I shall see you tomorrow,” she whispered finally and turned to begin her walk back to the third tier---where surely her mother would inquire as to her physical appearance and her large smile. Quite a sight it must be to see both!
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