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I got nothin'.
Chapter Twelve
Honestly, what do you do in a situation like that? It's all I could do. Stare blankly at her. Was she joking? Was she as serious a bleeding head wound? I didn't know. I mean, you have to understand. The entire world of Vana Diel was buzzing about some mystery San d'Orian princess. She could have been it. Hell, why not? She looked like royalty, didn't know where she really came from...she just might have been. And I knew Panaa wouldn't be pulling Lenn's non existent tail. She's not that kind of cat. But to think. That the woman I loved and had loved for years was the heir to an entire kingdom...whoa. "Uh...one more time?" A smile cracked her sad face. "Lenn, that's the stupidest thing you've ever said. I don't give two sticks if you're some princess. You're still Lenn. I'd just call ya Princess every now and again."
She sniffed. "Really?"
"No Lennia. I would hate your guts and say bad things about you behind your back."
"Why would you do that?" she whispered in horror. She grabbed a handful of blanket and pulled it up to her face, hiding the wonderful line I had been trying not to look at. I pushed the blanket down with a smile. She looked up and smiled. "I hate you."
"I know." I whispered, kissing her nose. "I have to say though. That was pretty damn abstract."
"It wasn't abstract," she whispered back. "I was telling the truth."
"It's not truth until there's evidence."
She turned on her back and blinked at the ceiling. "You think I'm lying then?"
"I didn't say that."
"No, I guess you didn't. But I'm not. Meekale you believe me don't you?" She rolled back onto her side and looked at me. "I wouldn't make something like this up. Panaa told me. She told me everything. You have to believe me. She wouldn't lie and I'm not either," Lenn said. There was a pained look on her face and I hated it. I smiled a little bigger and pressed her against me. "You do believe me, Meekale?"
Hugging her a little tighter, I said, "Lenn, you've had a big night and a secret like this isn't the kind of thing a person would tell you when you're drunk on delight. Not unless they wanted something from it." I paused when she stopped breathing. "I'm not saying I don't believe you. I want to. I really do. You have every right to be a San d'Orian princess. More of a right than any girl in Vana Diel. More than Nareema. Let's just not get our hopes up yet. Trion would want to see some evidence as to why you claim to be his daughter. You might want to see some evidence too."
Lenn sighed, letting her head sink into her bed. "Why do you have to be so good at being right?" I laughed. "I don't know how to get evidence on this! Maybe Panaa has something of my mother's to show I'm hers." She paused. "But she would have given it to me by now...or at least shown it to me." I nodded. "This is really confusing... and making my head hurt."
I kissed her forehead, breathing in her light scent. Altana I miss that smell. Like orange blossoms on the wind. "You should sleep Lenn. You've had a busy night," I said against her forehead. I could feel her smile. "You're a woman now. You'll have to wake up in the morning and move out and get married and have lots of little Lenns and some one elses." She laughed before pressing against me a little more. "Don't tell me you're planning on sleeping on my arm all night." She nodded against my chest, letting go of a breath. Giving it a few minutes, I whispered her name. She didn't answer. I tried again but got nothing. Smiling, I started moving my arm from under her. I got smacked in my side instead. "So you are awake?"
"No I'm not," she whispered. I could feel the heat of her breath coming through my tunic and suppressed a moan. I admit, it had been a while. She left her hand on my side and I could feel her breathing even out. My Lady made the tiniest of noises in her sleep and an explosion of pain suddenly came in a place I had never hurt before. This cannot be good for me, I thought, squeezing my eyes shut.-
POV CHANGE
His finger is what woke me up. I don't think he knew it at first. It's kind of nice to hear some one whisper about how pretty you are when they think you can't hear them. Well, that's what he was doing. Whispering about me to me and running his finger along my ear. I would wonder why he chose my ear of all things to be running a finger across but I suppose he had a few reasons and I didn't particularly mind. That's the difference between Hume girls and Elvaan girls. We have ears like Hume men so we feel things differently. Where they might find it a bit annoying or not really feel anything from some one messing with their ears, Elvaans have a tendency to get a little...excited from it. I took a shuddering breath as his fore finger went over the tip of my ear and slid down the other side. I clenched my hand, trying to keep any noise from escaping me. Everything I was feeling I think were heightened as this was the first time I had ever felt like this, it was hard not to give myself away.
"Altana you're beautiful," he breathed again. I rolled my bottom lip into my mouth, biting down. His finger came away from my ear, sliding slowly down my neck, touching my collar bone. He skirted my chest and went down my arm, going along it till the end of my middle finger. I parted my fingers and brought them up to hold his. His breathing stopped as I squeezed his fingers gently. "L-Lenn?" he squeaked.
"You really think that?" I whispered, finally opening my eyes. He sucked in air and stuttered for a second. I smiled and looked up at him. His eyes shone in the darkness and let me tell you, they were huge. "Calm down, it's all right," I whispered.
"H-how long have you been awake?"
"Long enough."
"Oh." He went to move his hand from his back but I kept holding it. I don't know, I just didn't want to let it go. I shook my head and he relaxed his hand again. "Um..."
"You didn't answer me, you know."
"Oh."
"Is that all you can say?" I giggled.
"Yeah I think it is."
I let go of his hand ad nuzzled against his chest. "Sorry if I startled you," I whispered. I could hear his heart pound faster than ever. Smiling to myself, I asked, "Did you sleep any?" He shook his head. "Oh. You probably want to go home, huh?"
"I am home," he breathed. My heart skipped a beat. How could a man I barely knew make my heart skip a beat like that? He is home...guess we both are. My eyebrows shot up as I thought it. I looked at the content smile on Meekale's tired face, wondering. I wiggled up to his eye level and got a little closer. Even though he had closed his eyes I felt like he was watching me. "Meekale?" He moaned a reply. "What do you think of me now?"
"How often are you going to ask me that?" His voice was becoming rough with fatigue. I smiled liking the sound. "I think you're beautiful and a tease and sweeter than anything." I opened my mouth. "Yes. Really. Tease." There was no point in opening it.
"Meekale?" I whispered again, touching noses. He cracked an eye open and his warm breath ceased to touch me. I nudged his nose a fraction to the side and he nudged back, making me smile. Playfully, I nudged again. He grinned and pushed a little harder. I stayed gentle but got closer.
"Lenn," he said quietly, "you're going to drive me insane."
"Will insane get you to kiss me?"
"I think so," he whispered. He took a deep breath and went in to take my first kiss. Our lips barely began to collide when my sister threw open my door. Ohja can really pick a good time to interrupt. We both jumped and pulled away. "Ohja! Have you ever heard of knocking?" I gasped.
"Would you believe me if I said no?" she joked. She waltzed into the room, her tail swishing mischievously. "Would you also believe me if I said ourrr rresident Moogle just rrecieved a letterrr saying a rroyal escorrt is on theirrr way to retrrieve theirrr prrincess?" I stared at her. "Yeah I didn't think you would." She looked over at Meekale. "What the hell arre you doing in my sisterrr's rroom! Don't you know it's wrrong to be in a girrl's bed beforre you marrried herrr? Jeez Meekale. Don't you everrr learrn?"
Whipping my head to face Meekale, I asked, "You know Ohja?"
"Interesting question," he said breathlessly.
"Know
me? Arre you joking? Lenn. Kid. Me and the boy-o have been thrrough
everrything together.
I looked over to Meekale and back to Ohja,
confused. "Oh Meekale... you didn't tell herrr?" He stared
at her. "Meekale, Meekale, Meekale," she sighed. "Why
wouldn't you tell herrr? What's wrrong with you?"
"I- uh- Ohja listen...uh," Meekale stuttered.
"What's going on here? Meekale, what don't I know?"
"L-Lenn..." he whispered, "your sister and I might have a slight history."
"What?"
"Lenny, you rememberrr that ass who rripped my hearrt into nothingness?" I nodded slowly. "Well, he's rright therre." Ohja pointed to Meekale and my mouth dropped. I looked at them again, not believing her. She gave it a second to sink in. "Lenny, I know it's a little harrd to believe but that's him. Meekale's Meekale."
"No," I whispered. "No. No that's not possible. That would make him like...old...er." They both looked at me. "This can't be right. Ohja...you've got to be mistaking him. Meekale isn't...he can't be. Meekale, tell her she's wrong," I pleaded. I could feel one of my tears slip down my cheek. "Meekale, tell her." He just looked at me with such sadness.-
Go on say it. I suck. I knoe. I've still got nothing to say so I'm continuing to not say anything. Later, ska chan.
