So ashamed, and yet feeling some gratification coursing throughout my body,
I ran. Through the cold, damp halls, up the dimly lit stairwells and to the
top floor where resided Coulmier.
"What did she say to make you hurt her so?" He lightly traced circles around the area beginning to swell, the pain it caused, sparking something different within me.
"Nothing I want to discuss, I promise you." From between waves of somewhat disheveled hair he stared through me, causing me to tremble lightly in a most pleasurable manner. He let go of my hand and stood, his eyes suddenly glowing and wild.
"What do I hear?" Something forceful, cadenced... Echoing through the corridors.
"Most assuredly nothing, Coulmier." I felt as though I could have very well been melting. He walked toward the door, hearing the same footsteps as I, and clear as a bell. I ran to the door, pressing my body between his and it, fumbling to lock myself in.
"What is this? What do you think you are doing?" For the first time, since I had felt his words wrapping themselves gently around my body, did they ever dare to constrict. He held himself stiffly upright, anxiety locking his joints.
"Please, Coulmier." I plead in a whisper, keeping a steady gaze. "Please calm. trust me?" With entirely no admonition, he relaxed, and reached out to touch my face.
"Nöelle? I know you're up there. Donatien saw you and told me you were up here! He's aching to use the flog on you, y'know."
I could see his façade weakening, he was becoming as a trapped animal would. He was skittish, and just as I was sure he was going to tell her where she could place the whip I pulled forward and kissed him. His eyes flickered madly as he tried to orient himself. I cursed myself inside for doing such a thing. I had no knowledge of what his rejoinder would be.
"Forgive me." I whispered, knowing full well there was chance of Charlotte hearing Coulmier's heart pounding against his chest wall. I placed my hand just there, hoping it could be stifled if only for a moment. His body became rigid again, and once again he became panicked.
"Forgiven, angel, but not saved." He bowed his head and let a tear slip down his cheek.
"What worries you? Donatien can slash me as he pleases, but he can never break me!" Coulmier's eyes widened, tears still escaping his eyes. He reached forward and cupped my cheek in his hand, looking hurt.
"He will hurt you. He will hurt you like they let me hurt him. Like. like." He finally became enraged and tore the key from the lock. He kicked open the door and handed me the key gently, as though he had to strain not to hurt me.
"What is wrong?"
"Just. Run."
"What did she say to make you hurt her so?" He lightly traced circles around the area beginning to swell, the pain it caused, sparking something different within me.
"Nothing I want to discuss, I promise you." From between waves of somewhat disheveled hair he stared through me, causing me to tremble lightly in a most pleasurable manner. He let go of my hand and stood, his eyes suddenly glowing and wild.
"What do I hear?" Something forceful, cadenced... Echoing through the corridors.
"Most assuredly nothing, Coulmier." I felt as though I could have very well been melting. He walked toward the door, hearing the same footsteps as I, and clear as a bell. I ran to the door, pressing my body between his and it, fumbling to lock myself in.
"What is this? What do you think you are doing?" For the first time, since I had felt his words wrapping themselves gently around my body, did they ever dare to constrict. He held himself stiffly upright, anxiety locking his joints.
"Please, Coulmier." I plead in a whisper, keeping a steady gaze. "Please calm. trust me?" With entirely no admonition, he relaxed, and reached out to touch my face.
"Nöelle? I know you're up there. Donatien saw you and told me you were up here! He's aching to use the flog on you, y'know."
I could see his façade weakening, he was becoming as a trapped animal would. He was skittish, and just as I was sure he was going to tell her where she could place the whip I pulled forward and kissed him. His eyes flickered madly as he tried to orient himself. I cursed myself inside for doing such a thing. I had no knowledge of what his rejoinder would be.
"Forgive me." I whispered, knowing full well there was chance of Charlotte hearing Coulmier's heart pounding against his chest wall. I placed my hand just there, hoping it could be stifled if only for a moment. His body became rigid again, and once again he became panicked.
"Forgiven, angel, but not saved." He bowed his head and let a tear slip down his cheek.
"What worries you? Donatien can slash me as he pleases, but he can never break me!" Coulmier's eyes widened, tears still escaping his eyes. He reached forward and cupped my cheek in his hand, looking hurt.
"He will hurt you. He will hurt you like they let me hurt him. Like. like." He finally became enraged and tore the key from the lock. He kicked open the door and handed me the key gently, as though he had to strain not to hurt me.
"What is wrong?"
"Just. Run."