So... I'm sitting here, with my parrot on my shoulder, who is chippering away at me to say he wants a scratch.
This is a good start to the day.
And when I try to type for this, my inspiration kicks the bucket. Sorry it's out so late. x.x
Elymi sat up, watching the healers fuss about over her. She had a viscous scar on her side, a pounding headache from the priest preaching out prayers and blessings to help her and a fist from punching the healer that had touched her suddenly.
"Good. You're healed and there is no poison in your system. You should stay here though, and atone for your..." She looked at the armour they had repaired. "...adventurous life." The elf said nothing.
The morning went about nearly as smoothly as the healers had hoped. Only one person requested to see the young woman they had cared for and he had set off alarms in every one of their heads.
It was not his attire that had them weary. It was his being and the aura around him. Dark hair, dark eyes, pale skin and a set frown.
It was his eyes, cold and hard, that told him he was not allowed to see the elven woman.
Even though she became restless as the winds when he arrived in the chapel, and he even more so. Though he did not walk about the room, muttering and threatening the healers, he watched all those that entered and left the building.
Elymi slipped off her bed, wearing a simple linen dress and stepped out of the room she had been confined to for several days. She looked up the stairs to the main chapel and stepped up them silently. It was mid-morning, if the soft light streaming in the windows was any clue, and the heat of the day was barely pushing through the cool morning mist.
Her hair fell over her shoulders as she turned her head, looking at the doors, slightly ajar to reveal the dining room, and the stairs to the chapel. Running a hand through it and cursing as she tugged at knots in the light purple mess, Elymi stalked up the stairs. Enough of being stuffed into a room. I want some fresh air.
She turned and nearly stopped breathing. Before her, watching the birds flit about in the chapel rafters, stood a young imperial man. His dark hair pulled back into a ponytail and wearing a burgundy and gold suit. He seemed the perfect nobleman. And Elymi nearly cried when he turned his head and smiled, smiled, at her.
She had to take a breath, lest she skip over to him, and walked steadily to the man. "Lucien. How pleasant of you to be here." He smirked and grabbed the woman's wrist, pulling her flush against him, his other hand pressing against her lower back almost painfully. She didn't complain.
"No, the pleasure is mine, my dear." She felt his voice rumble up his chest and nearly squeaked when he kissed her, softly and almost feather-like, restrained. It quickly changed when she kissed back hungrily and he replied, his hand tangling in her hair, making her growl into his mouth.
Had they not been in a public place, Elymi would have torn open his jacket and shirt to convince herself she wasn't having another pain and poison hallucination. A story she would keep to herself.
However, they detached themselves when the doors to the chapel slammed open and a being strode in confidently. Elymi stood on her toes so she could whisper into Lucien's ear. "When we are alone I will show you how much I missed you." He growled and she shivered as his breath ghosted across her cheek and ear. "And I will punish you for being captured so easily." The elf flinched when she felt her rear get pinched when they had turned to face the person who watched impassively.
The sun brought her copper curls to bright reds and oranges, the shadow hiding her deep emerald and gold eyes. Nothing could hide the three scars on her right cheek and above her hazy eye. Whatever claws created those, I do not want to meet. The knight blinked slowly as the doors were closed by the two guards who had opened them. "Assassins." She blinked slowly and carefully. She showed no sign of fear or hostility.
She wasn't bored, or joyed at the two Dark Brotherhood members in front of her, she was completely neutral to them.
"Who are you?" Elymi stepped slightly behind Lucien, trusting him and his silver tongue to get as much information out of this knight before she knew she had given the information. She frowned, trying to recognise where she had seen the emblem before. She paled and nearly fell over when the woman spoke.
"I am Alessia, Knight of The Nine Divines."
Alessia belongs to Twilight Crystalblade, I do not own her. I only borrow her to torment and prod Elymi :P
Gosh. I'm having so much fun with my friend. She adores an idol so... In our facebook chat session of obsessing over anything, I typed her some fluff with her and him. I quote her reaction:
JKSDGSDFHGFSD NO DON'T STOP DON'T YOU DARE OMG*
*bows* Thank you. Thank you.
:P