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Post by Faeldor on Apr 17, 2009 23:33:21 GMT -5
“Then I will kiss you all the more, and often,” he answered the woman, smiling slightly, and looking at her pretty brown eyes that seemed to be searching his. “For I enjoy to kiss you as much as you enjoy to be kissed.” The small distance between them was once more closed as he pressed a soft and gentle kiss to her lips, then her jaw, her cheek, and lastly a lingering kiss to her forehead. He recalled briefly, the first time he had kissed the woman upon her forehead. It had been the day that he had met her, after they had left the moonlight cave.
After this, he was finished. He had to be, for if he continued he was not certain that he could restrain himself, and he did not wish to dishonor sweet Gilwen, nor lose his own dignity. Some things were meant to be saved.
His hold upon the woman barely loosened, but he did not bring his lips to her sweet skin again. He dipped one of his hands into the water, and brushed the coolness of it over the woman’s face. Her skin felt as if it were on fire ; though he was quite sure his own was the same way. Slowly though, he calmed his own self, and he felt that Gilwen was calming as well. Every so often his hand would draw new water to her skin and satisfy it’s fire. His own breathing finally slowed, as he sat with the woman still upon him, and he leaned his forehead against hers, a cool hand once more cupping her cheek.
His grey eyes could not leave the woman’s own brown pools which were so soft and doe like. He did not even know where his words came from now, but somewhere within himself, he thought aloud, “Your eyes are so beautiful, Starlight. You are the loveliest woman, I might say, in all of Minas Tirith… in all of Gondor. And though I have not met many outsiders, I can even say in all of Arda. Such is your own effect on me,” he smiled, looking down now to the waters around them. He asidely wondered if Gilwen would be cold, but almost laughed to himself at the thought, for he could still heat of her skin through her dress.
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Post by Gilwen on Apr 18, 2009 0:04:17 GMT -5
Faeldor seemed to enjoy Gilwen's response; and replied quite calmly with a promise to give her more kisses. This made the woman smile slightly, especially upon hearing that he enjoyed kissing her, too. Fleetingly she wondered if by kissing her more often, more propriety would be cast aside by her. No, she finally decided, he would not kiss her in such a way if there were others around. Gilwen was sure of it.
It seemed that even then Faeldor was not finished. She strained to keep her mind level, though the blushing and embarrassed happiness she felt made it quite difficult to do. And as Faeldor kissed her forehead, Gilwen was certain he was feeling the same way. It lingered before he finally pulled away. It seemed he had finally finished, and Gilwen was both saddened and comforted by this. Saddened simply because his kisses had stopped, but the comfort came in knowing that they were both respecting their names; holding fast to their dignity and honor.
Perhaps Gilwen's cheeks would find time to drain of their color, and her breathing and heart could return to normal now that he was no longer making motions to kindle them. Faeldor's hand dipped into the water, and brought it up to her face to cool her. She had not realized how heated her skin had become until it was juxtaposed under his cool touches of water, and even then it was not quenched. They sat there now, still entirely close to one another, and both of them were still radiating heat. A few more times he wiped her cheeks and forehead with water, before he finally just laid a cool hand against her cheek.
Her skin was still on fire! Though, from the way her arms were wrapped about him so, she could feel that his was the same. He seemed to stare into her eyes, and the color finally began to ebb from her cheeks. She was so taken by his own pools of grey that not thought of embarrassment even crossed her mind. She could see in his eyes that he was thinking; though it hardly was staying silent. Faeldor opened his mouth to speak, and for a moment, Gilwen wondered if he had even meant to say such things out loud at all.
Nonetheless, the compliments did well to return to color to her cheeks, though it was more of a soft rose than bright red. He thought her lovely, she had known. She had not guessed that the horse master would think such things as these. In all of Arda? Perhaps the passions of the minutes before had affected him more than she had guessed. Gilwen knew that she was not. Miriel and Beleth outshone her own beauty. Even little Marileth and Haliel had brighter eyes and lovelier smiles. She could name many people that were far fairer; and these only lived in Minas Tirith. To say that she was the loveliest in all of Gondor, and then Arda...
She released him with one arm, dipping her own hand into the water, and gently cooling his own cheeks with it before he turned away to look at the water. Perhaps that would dispel the feverish thoughts he had formed of her eyes and beauty. He, though, was quite handsome. Tall, strong; and his eyes seemed to capture his very soul. Surely, there was no better man alive. Though she could hardly bring herself to say such things out loud. At the moment, if she opened her mouth she would be too tempted to call him mad for his own words. She would simply wait until she had collected herself a bit more; or until the proper time presented itself.
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Post by Faeldor on Apr 19, 2009 16:19:22 GMT -5
“Lovely, beautiful Gilwen,” the man continued, having been given no response from the lady, other than a cool hand upon his face. The cool water helped to calm his heated face, though it did not change the truth of the words he had spoken. He felt quite the same. “My dear Gilwen. Always remember how I think of you.” He had sought her eyes again, to know that she understood, and then he slid the woman from his lap back to sit on her own in the water. His hands had not left her though, as he had promised, and he again held her to his side.
“And I will never leave you, my Starlight. Remember that as well. I said that I shall not let go of you, and I do mean that. Even beyond the point of leaving the water, and when we return to the city, and wherever we might go,” he smiled, knowing all the more as each moment passed, that his words were true and his future with the woman was certain. He had his family, and he had his horses and work, and now the Valar had gifted him his lovely Gilwen to make it all complete.
Oh, Miriel might do as she wished to keep this lady from him, but spreading her rumors, and conspiring with her newfound friend, Durion. But nothing they did would be enough to keep Gilwen from this man, who utterly adored the gentle woman. He had added her to this portion of his life, to love and care for her as he did for his own family. And he took great comfort from her.
The man had been silent for a long time now in thought, and his tight hold on the woman had loosened “If ever I am cross with you again, know that it is my own temper that has caused me to be so. You deserve nothing but gentle words.” The man was quite adamant that he should never hurt his dear Gilwen in the way he had these past days again. To have her think that he had wished her to go from him! It was dreadful!
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Post by Gilwen on Apr 19, 2009 18:55:47 GMT -5
“My dear Gilwen. Always remember how I think of you.”
He caught her gaze, and Gilwen instantly seemed to settle; and a comfort washed over her. The way he said ‘my’…he seemed so fervent about such a thing. Perhaps Gilwen had underestimated his feelings behind the words. His hands pried her from his lap, and let her sit next to him. For a moment she was saddened that their closeness was lost, thinking that he would release her despite his promise.
Still, it proved to be simply a change in proximity; Faeldor’s arm was still about her, and pulling her against his side. He began to speak once more, promising again that he would not leave her, nor let her go. The young woman smiled warily. Had he not said the same words to her that night before he vanished from her?
But had he truly vanished? No, he had simply misunderstood. They both had. Slowly she calmed, and her smile changed; morphing once more to that of happiness and content. The way he smiled at her could not have been a lie. Her heart seemed to be quite full, and for the first time in a while, she did not think of any of the horrible things that had happened to her. Her job, her reputation. They meant nothing if she had her Faeldor with her.
She laid her head against his shoulder lightly, soaking in the silence between them; savoring it in all of its pureness. They sat for a long while, just listening, though it seemed Faeldor’s mind had been busy all along, for finally he spoke once more.
“If ever I am cross with you again, know that it is my own temper that has caused me to be so. You deserve nothing but gentle words.”
The words were accented with his loosening of his hold on her; seeming to take the gentleness he promised her and put it to action. For a moment she faltered, but soon Gilwen recovered herself and looked up to him. “Faeldor, if ever you think that I am afraid of you again, know that it is untrue.” She was quite shocked this morning to hear that he had read her reaction to his temper in such a manner. It seemed she was equally to blame. Perhaps if she had not turn to leave so quickly none of those days would have been passed without him.
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Post by Faeldor on Apr 19, 2009 22:15:08 GMT -5
“Then let the things we have said be so,” the man said quietly. “We will hold to each other.” He said the words quite simply, though they meant a great deal. It was not an official betrothal, for it was far too early to speak of such a thing. Perhaps not in Faeldor’s own mind, but at least for the sake of society and propriety. Either way, it was a promise, and Gilwen would know what he had meant by it.
Again, the man enjoyed the stillness of where they were. The cool river had soothed him immensely, and speaking to the lady had also comforted him. He had relaxed entirely, and his grip on the woman was quite loose, though his arm still firmly encircled her, and she would go nowhere with the stream.
What would she think? He wondered. He was letting his mouth run as freely as it wished today, and though none of the words he had said were anything but the truth of it all, he wondered if he had been too forward though. She would tell him if he had been too brazen. From just looking at Gilwen, though, it seemed she felt the same; her pretty eyes told no lie. He smirked slightly. What a wonderful afternoon it had turned out to be.
The man’s thoughts were quite glad, and he seemed to become rather motivated to again kiss his lady. He leaned to the side, to catch her lips once more, one arm about her, and the other holding them up against falling over into the stream. He deepened the sweet kiss, and as he did so, he playfully pushed her backwards in the water, dipping her in almost completely, though still quite firm in his grasp. He would not drop her beneath. His lighthearted mood made him wonder momentarily what it would be like to kiss her under the waters, but he restrained himself from doing something that he knew would entirely upset the woman, and instead he pulled back from her quickly, laughing out loud, and drawing her back against him.
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Post by Gilwen on Apr 19, 2009 22:41:04 GMT -5
The words that came from the man, then, sounded light; straight forward and logically followed the rest of the conversation. Still, Gilwen was surprised at how deep they had been. Earlier, Faeldor had told her that he would like to be with her forever, now he spoke of never letting her go. That they would ”hold to each other.”. Perhaps It was Gilwen’s girlish tendencies, but her mind immediately turned to marriage.
Of course, it was by no means a proper proposal. Her hand had not been asked for formally; there was no ring, no permission asked and granted from her own father. But the words seemed just as lovely as all of that. Gilwen grinned slightly to herself. Surely, Faeldor would not renege on his promises, nor would she. It seemed that perhaps that wedding dress Arien always spoke of could very well become a reality. What a thought!
Something called her attention up to his eyes. It seemed that the man was looking at her in a rather bemused fashion, and it perplexed the little lady. Was he planning something? Or was he wondering why she had not responded vocally to his words?
Soon though, the answer came in the form of another kiss. Gilwen’s skin had not even cooled yet! Not completely anyway. Faeldor seemed quite intent on keeping her in a state of disarray. Oh, how true that was! She felt herself be lowered towards the water, as Faeldor deepened their kiss.
Was he doing that on purpose, to make her uncomfortable? Or was this something he had done without thinking about? Her arms quickly locked around him. She could hear the water, and every so often drops of it were splashing upon her face, and on her ears.
This kiss seemed to last longer than all of the others. While this was probably not really the case, Gilwen’s immense fear that he would plunge her completely in the water kept her mind dreading each second that passed. He finally released her lips and pulled away laughing, but Gilwen was far from a light mood now. She was pulled against him once more, and her heart was beating wildly once more; though not from his passions. Did he just laugh at the fact he almost drowned her?
“Faeldor!” Her voice was a bit higher pitched than normal, as she had not quite gotten a hold on her adrenaline yet. Taking a hand, she brushed the top of the water, sending it splashing into the man’s laughing face. She felt her own self begin to feel the need to laugh, despite her terror for the moments before. “What on earth has gotten into you!?” Her words were laughing, though Gilwen had originally meant them to be much sterner. His smile was quite contagious.
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Post by Faeldor on Apr 19, 2009 23:04:45 GMT -5
At first, Faeldor’s kiss was not well received. At the end of it, he again saw Gilwen’s widened eyes of fear. Well why was she frightened? He did not understand, as his arm had been firmly about her the entire time, and he had not lowered her completely beneath, though the thought of doing so had amused him. She had not struggled from him though, so perhaps she was simply playing with him now.
Faeldor continued to laugh, though he had received a mouthful of water. He wiped his eyes with his arm, and looked at her, grinning. “Are you attempting to cool me down, love? Come, why did you not return my kiss?” he chuckled, a hand up to his face with a look of faux fear as if to shield him from another attack of water.
What had gotten into him? Well, he was not quite sure. That was indeed a question to ask… she seemed to ask all the questions that he had trouble answering. Perhaps though, the answer was more simple than he thought.
“Gotten into me? What has gotten into me?” the man repeated, bemused. “Well you have, Gilwen.” He spoke as if she should have known his answer, completely set on the truthfulness of it. “Nothing else has ever captivated me so. And I might add, nothing has ever tasted so sweet,” he continued to laugh, and leaned in to kiss the woman again, but before he made it to her, he splashed her with a handful of water to her pretty face, returning the favor. Then he proceeded to kiss it from her lips.
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Post by Gilwen on Apr 19, 2009 23:19:24 GMT -5
“Are you attempting to cool me down, love? Come, why did you not return my kiss?”
Gilwen laughed and shook her head slightly. Return his kiss? He had been just about to submerge her in a river. How was her mind supposed to be on his lips with such attentions being toyed with elsewhere? She could not find a good answer though, and was happy when he proceeded to answer her own. Her question, it seemed, had taken him a bit off guard and the young woman smiled slightly at the thought. It seemed to be a rare thing; to make Faeldor have a loss of words, and she had done that a few times since she had met him.
"“Well you have, Gilwen. Nothing else has ever captivated me so. And I might add, nothing has ever tasted so sweet.” Gilwen blushed slightly, though laughed openly at his words. Nothing has ever tasted so sweet? So she was better than all of Meleth's sweet rolls? It pleased her immensely, though propriety would bade her not speak on it in such a way.
He splashed her, and for a moment she turned her face away, squealing slightly. It was truly only fair; she had done the same to him. She finally faced him once more, eyes sparkling with the laughter she was still sharing with him, though it seemed he was not intent on sharing merely laughter anymore. Once more, his lips were against hers.
This river had seemed to take a lot of propriety from both of them, and her cheeks blushed once more. Not returned your kiss... Gilwen thought pointedly. Oh, he would say no such thing this time. Her cheeks blushed darker, as the petite servant woman brought a small hand up and laid it against his cheek purposefully.
He could make no such statement this time. She was very much returning every bit of attention he was bestowing upon her. Oh, how embarrassing! To be making such a show of her affections like this! Still, she had felt somewhat guilty he had thought his last kiss ill-received. While it was true, the threat of immersion had kept her from truly enjoying his attention, Gilwen fancied that she would never tire of his displays. Fleetingly, she hoped he would not tire of hers either.
Though the way he seemed to be intent on kissing her seemed to say they certainly would not tire of each other. The thought made Gilwen smile a bit against his lips.
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Post by Faeldor on Apr 19, 2009 23:51:04 GMT -5
Little Gilwen was laughing quite a bit more than he had remembered her to, which encouraged Faeldor all the more. Though the woman’s face had become a constant shade of rose petals, it seemed that she had no intention of jumping up and leaving him, nor asking him to stop. Her outward display of laughter was settling to him, for his lovely, quietly lady was communicating with him in a way that she could not be misunderstood.
One kiss was ill received, but with the next it seemed that Gilwen had wished to make up for the first. Her eyes were laughing, even when he had moved in to kiss her, and her lips had been laughing until he had taken those as well.
This time, the modest woman was very well kissing him back, with her hand softly upon his face even. The man was surprised, for he had been teasing her, and his eyes flashed open for a moment before he allowed the kiss to continue enjoying every moment of it. Finally, he felt the woman’s lips turn upward into a smile against his own. Was she quite smug, for what she had just done? His own lips broke into a smile, and a laugh, and he pulled away, grinning.
“Yes… better than any sweet fruit or dessert that I can even imagine. Even if the High King should ever return, he would never be granted such a sweet dish. Even my mother, the finest baker in all of Gondor, could never produce something to match.” The man continued rambling and laughing, as if his words had not even been broken from the previous strain of teasing and compliments.
“Oh, you are quite the treasure. Who would have known that such would be found hidden among the great cold halls of the palace. What a wonder…”
At that, the man stood up, grasping Gilwen’s hands to pull her to her feet. The weight of the sodden dress was quite a bit more than it had been when he had first carried her in, and being such, he would not strain himself, nor wish to put the lady into a scolding mood. He simply held her arm firmly so that she would not slip or lose balance, and walked her to the bank, where they might now climb out and lay upon the grass to dry. Gilwen would certainly take longer herself with that heavy dress than he would.
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Post by Gilwen on Apr 20, 2009 0:05:11 GMT -5
She felt him smile against her, too. Perhaps Gilwen's brazenness had truly taken him off guard; no matter the reason, it signaled the end of their kiss, for both of them were quite keen on laughing at the moment. She shook her head playfully as he began to speak once more. The High King would never be granted such a sweet dish? She reigned in her laughter and simply smiled adoringly at the man for a moment. No, simply you. She thought fondly.
He prattled on some more, before finally trailing off. Her jaw dropped slightly, as if she would reply to his words. A treasure. She thought to herself, mulling over in her mind the words he chose to describe her. Something about his ample nicknames for her caused her to feel a warmth in her heart.
Each was lovely, each special. Though, he was certainly the treasure here. At least, to the small lady that was sitting with him. He stood, and extended a hand to help her rise herself. She did so, though carefully. Her skirts were weighted down with the river water, and seemed to try and keep her sitting where she had been on the sandy bottom.
The moved carefully out of the river, and up to the grassy bank. Gilwen sighed slightly, slowly releasing his arm to wring her skirts slightly. She was positively dripping! It would take hours for her to dry! She made her way over to a sunny patch of grass and sat herself down, intent on letting herself begin the long process.
Her brown eyes surveyed the quiet area. Now that they were no longer laughing, it seemed that the area had been immersed into silence once more, and the loudest thing around was the little river. Gilwen studied the body of water for a moment. No, there was no unease left in her as she gazed on it. In fact, she felt silly that it had even caused such a panic earlier. Faeldor would never have led her to harm.
Her eyes returned to him. The horse master was single handedly responsible for making her first experience with a river enjoyable. And she smiled over at him in thanks.
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Post by Faeldor on Apr 20, 2009 0:21:08 GMT -5
Faeldor laughed once more at the sight of the woman wringing out her heavy dress. It seemed that many of their prolonged meetings ended up with the woman soaked in some form, though this, he thought, she did not mind as much as the days of dirty lye water and red wine. It was warm, and she would be quite comfortable as soon as she dried, and the water was fresh. The sand that stuck to them would simply fall off as soon as it dried, and they would both feel refreshed.
He watched the woman as she went about sitting down and studying the river, and his eyes were still on her when she looked back to him. Even her gentle look seemed to persuade him to draw near her again, and he sat down on the grass by her side for a moment, before laying down upon his back, and stretching his arms out over his head in a catlike manner. As he stretched, it seemed to draw a yawn from his lips, and he felt quite weary and comfortable where he was.
Now, the gurgling of the river was the loudest noise between them, though the songbirds could be faintly heard above them, chattering away in the trees. Their song seemed to make the man think on song for a moment, and as he was pondering what he might sing for the woman now, he had the thought that perhaps she would be entirely uncomfortable in that dress. He was sprawled out in just his breeches, and would dry shortly in the sunlight, but the woman would take hours to dry as so.
He finally broke the silence again between them. He always seemed to be the one to do that, though he was the talkative one of the pair. “Perhaps you might remove your overdress, and I will hang it from a branch in the sunlight and breeze, that both it and you might have time to dry properly before we depart,” the man suggested, not certain at how Gilwen would take his comment. It was quite unpretentious and simple, and he had not meant to embarrass the woman in any way by suggesting it. He simply stared up at the cloudless blue sky while he asked.
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Post by Gilwen on Apr 20, 2009 0:39:47 GMT -5
Gilwen smiled slightly as Faeldor moved toward her and sat himself down beside her. He did not sit long, though, and he sprawled himself out over the green grass and simply looked to the sky. He yawned, and Gilwen turned her attentions to him once more. He was tired? She frowned slightly. Of course! He had worked hard all morning as she had just been lazing around his quarters.
She was about to speak to him, and inquire as to his energy when he propsed something that for a moment had Gilwen blinking, and staring. Had she heard that correctly? Remove her overdress? She blushed a deep crimson, and looked away from him once more, covering her cheeks with her hands. "Faeldor!" She gasped, slightly surprised that the man would even suggest such a thing.
As much as being dry tugged at the woman's mind and being, propriety seemed to shun the action. If the black overdress was removed, all she would have left was a lightweight white under dress. Undoubtedly with the water it had collected, it would be somewhat, if not completely, see through.
She thought on it more, though. It would be highly uncomfortable to sit atop Lumiel and ride back to Minas Tirith. And if she returned home to her parents dampened like she was sure to be, she would find herself into much trouble. If her father thought she had been misbehaving, and harloting herself among the men of the city and skipping her duties at the palace; he would forbid her from seeing Faeldor again. And Gilwen would not stand for that to happen. After a long moment of consideration, she had made her decision.
Gilwen glanced aside to Faeldor, and stood. "Alright then," she murmured quietly. Oh, what on earth was she doing? She comforted herself as she moved back toward the trees to rid herself of her overdress that Faeldor was too much of a gentleman to look upon her in her undergarments. Had they not just sat together and promised never to leave each other?
With such a vow, should she feel so ashamed to be taking off her dress? She secluded herself well behind the trunks of a few trees, and a few bushes and slowly removed her outer dress. Her blush seemed to deepen even more; as if the very trees, flowers, and brush had eyes upon her.
It took her a good while to convince herself to come back to the riverside. "You mustn't look," she called shyly. Her under dress was quite soaked, and clinging to her too much for the petite woman's comfort. She chewed her lip, and finally stepped out of her cover.
If he can sit in naught but his breeches, you should be well within right to dry. Gilwen told herself. Though it sounded much braver and stronger in her head than her actions allowed. She clung the dress tightly to her in front of her body, doing her best to hide herself behind it.
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Post by Faeldor on Apr 20, 2009 1:03:12 GMT -5
Faeldor almost held his breath while he waited for the woman to answer. He thought that she might become quite offended by his suggestion, and he even regretted saying such. It was not so horrible to be damp after all, but still. She did not yet know of his plans for the evening, and to take her cold and damp into a cave would be quite un-chivalrous of the man.
Finally, it seemed as if she had taken in breath to speak. “Alright then.”
The reply was quite startling to the man even, though he did well not to show it. Gilwen stood up and walked to the cover of the forest to undress, and was gone for some minutes, and very quiet at that. He had almost the mind to check on her, or call to her when finally he heard her words once more, “You mustn’t look.” Faeldor smiled slightly, “I will not, you have my word, love,” he replied, pulling himself up from the ground to meet her and take the dress, to find a good place to hang it.
Faeldor tried to calm the woman slightly, by looking up to the sky as he walked, and beginning to whistle, and making a show of nearly stumbling and falling into her. He grinned at her as he came, simply looking to her face, and nowhere that would offend her, though he did admit to himself that it was difficult to not wish to see her. Oh, but he would hold to his word. “Do trust me, Gilwen,” he said slowly, his voice serious, he kissed her cheek lightly, and gently took the dress from her grasp. “Do not fear, I would do nothing to disgrace you. Your dignity is quite safe in my hands.”
He turned shortly, speaking to her as he walked away. “Do find a nice place to lay in the sun now and dry. I will be right beside you, but never fear, I shall close my eyes.” As he walked away, he continued to try and let the woman’s laugh and comfort return, by walking right into a bush with his eyes closed, and then a low hanging branch. “Ah, and look, the branch has found itself for me,” he laughed, finding a clear space to hang the heavy and sodden black dress in the sunlight. “In this heat it should be dried in no time.”
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Post by Gilwen on Apr 20, 2009 1:18:43 GMT -5
As she stood there nervously, he promised to keep his eyes from her. Something about this entire situation made Gilwen feel as if she had compromised herself even more. Perhaps earlier when she had asked him what had come over him, the proper question was what had come over her. Until today, Gilwen would have lectured a man for the boldness that Faeldor had just shown her. Still, there she was; gripping her wet gown and standing in naught but a white chemise.
Her attention was drawn away from her thoughts as Faeldor began to whistle. He was making a show of the fact he would hold to his promise. While she was somewhat relieved by this, she was also highly uncomfortable. His eyes were not on her, but the woman shifted her weight nervously nonetheless. What on earth had she done?
He tripped, or for a moment that is what the woman thought had happened, and she almost made a move to catch him and scold him for not watching where he was going. It seemed, though, that the horse master's playful mood had not left him in the least and he grinned at her. He must have been working hard to simply look at her face, and Gilwen blushed, and dropped her gaze to the ground, but felt a small kiss against her cheek that instantly set her skin to blaze bright red once more.
“Do not fear, I would do nothing to disgrace you. Your dignity is quite safe in my hands.”
She looked up to him as he walked away, and he spoke to her as he moved away. While his back was turned to her, Gilwen moved forward and followed his directions to find the patch of sunlight. He promised to keep his eyes closed, though the woman did wish to ask him to simply sit elsewhere. She had done enough to seem a harlot today already! She curled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms about them and resting her chin atop them and sighed.
She heard a rustle, and she glanced over to Faeldor just in time to see him run into a low lying branch. At first she was concerned, though quickly it dissipated as he laughed. She smiled slightly for a moment shaking her head. "Do be careful, you don't need any more bruises."
He laid it over the branch, and it seemed then that she really got the wave of embarrassment. Seeing her dress hanging on a branch as it was...she turned away again, chewing her lip. Gilwen really had lost herself somewhere during the day. She had never been this bold!
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Post by Faeldor on Apr 20, 2009 1:37:12 GMT -5
"Do be careful, you don't need any more bruises." Of course, first the mothering words, but then the laugh. That was just what he had been hoping for. He smoothed out the folds of the dress, as much of it in the sunshine as it might be, and finally he turned and glanced about to find where Gilwen had gone to sit. He spotted her, all curled up into herself sitting in a patch of sunlight again near the river, and he moved her way.
It must have taken quite a deal of bravery, for little modest Gilwen to complete such an act, as innocent as it was. Faeldor had brought the elder two of his sisters here to wade and swim about before, and neither of them had been embarrassed to wander around as such. Perhaps, though, it was just the way of his family. Gilwen was not the same as his sisters, nor did he think she would ever be. He did not wish her to be; he enjoyed her gentle nature, although, he wished that she would not be so upset and hard upon herself for such innocent acts.
The man did not wish to make her uncomfortable; he simply wished to be with her. He made his way over, careful to keep his eyes averted from her as he had promised when he came near, but he sat down right beside her, then resumed his sprawling as he had previously done, looking back to the sky, and instantly feeling quite tired again. Such was the way of relaxing, he thought to himself leisurely, and smiled. The woman was sitting up next to him still.
“Gilwen, you are quite fine,” he said quietly, glancing at her from behind, and touching her tensed back from where he lay. “Let the sun warm you. Nobody will be here to see your chemise. Do not fear so, that judgment will be cast on you for simply drying yourself, lovely.” He closed his eyes, and turned to lay on his back once more, so as to avoid gazing on the beauty. “Lay down, and you will be quite safe, and dry more quickly,” he instructed. “The grass is quite soft, make yourself comfortable,” he smiled.
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