A/N: REVIEWS! YAY! Thanks so much! I love reviews! THANK YOU SO MUCH! This one won't be very funny at all..probably..this is just there little ramblings after that not-so-private kiss. Bran and Nee should like..not be so sneaky and sneak up on people who are kissin'..ruins the moooood. Now, to continue this. I'm gonna start right where I left off..following Mel when she storms out.
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters and what not. I just manipulate them to carry out my evil deeds.
-:-Fish Kiss!-:-Chapter 2-:-
Let's Recap:
"It's for us to know and you to never find out!" Meliara snapped at her brother. She then stormed off into one of the rooms aligning the hallway.
Alright, now that we're all on the same page:
Mel made her way over to the bed and plopped down at the end of it. She looked at herself in the mirror that was on the opposite wall. She was a mess, to put it lightly. Letting her hair loose, she took to trying to untangle the mass of auburn when Mora came in.
"Good, I can finally put something dry on." She stated flatly.
Mora gave a fast curtsy before ushering in the inn servants who were carrying here luggage. They set it down then quickly fled the room. "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, my lady."
"It's alright Mora. I'm sorry if I'm a bit crabby. It's just that I'm well..flustered at the moment."
"Shall I leave you to your rest then, my lady?" Mel gave a short nod and Mora gave anther curtsy then left the room. Meliara stood and changed into her night gown. She made her way back to the bed, feet dragging. She had been telling the truth when she'd said it'd been a long ride.
She fell onto the wonderfully fluffy bed and rolled over, pulling the covers over herself. Snuggling into the pillows, she closed her eyes. Much to her chagrin, the Sandman paid her no visit. She tossed and turned, thinking over the day's previous events.
Mel was finding it awfully hard to hate someone who could kiss like Vidanric could; whose mere touch could send her to Cloud 9; who could fill her with happiness by simply smiling at her - wait, where had all that come from?
She settled into her bed again after colorfully cursing her hormones. She soon drifted off into a restless slumber. She, of course, could dream of nothing but Vidanric, which meant it would be a rather sleepless night.
Thus, most of her time was spent staring blankly out the window by her bed at the moon. Whenever she closed her eyes, she could see Vidanric smiling that damn smile of his.
As the night slowly passed, Meliara's self-inflicted anger and imense "ditrust" of Vidanric grew to what can only be described as an unhealthy level.
By the time the sun had climbed above the far off mountains, neither Mel's attitude or appearance had improved. She sat up, falling back against the bed's headboard and let out a heavy sigh. Just then, Mora bustled in with a cup of steaming coffee, which Meliara greatfully accepted.
"I thank you greatly, Mora. How'd you know this is just what I needed?"
"A lucky guess my lady," she bowed low, "Lady Nimiar requests you join her for breakfast at second-gold." (Is that right? I have no clue..)
She sighed, then went to wash up and prepare for the interrogationshe would soon be enduring.
Now we join Vidanric in the parlor! YAY!:
Vidanric lifted his eyes to the window, needing a distraction from the swirling symbols written on the parchment that were words. He couldn't bring himself to make sense of any of it, he had too much on his mind. His eyes followed the individual droplets of rain as they made their way down the window panes.
Exactly what had possessed him?
The only answer he could come up with was that love really could make you do strange things.
Now that the fireworks in his head had finally dimmed, the consequences of his actions were slowly sinking in. An inner debate had thus commenced. A dreaded though would make it's way into his mind and half of him told him it was a hopeless cause to begin with, while the other argued that Meliara had to love him, or else she wouldn't have kissed him back like that.
To Vidanric, it was all quite confusing and headache worthy.
He let out a sigh and dropped his head into the palm of his hand. His heavy eyelids began to droop, and as soon as they were closed, an image of Meliara furious and yelling at him popped into his head. His eyes snapped back open quickly.
He dreaded tomorrow. He would most certainly have to face Meliara and she would most certainly hate him even more than she already had before he'd gone and mucked things up. He was beginning to lose all hope that she might one day fall in love with him.
Loving someone and not having your love returned was a very depressing thing indeed. How was he ever going to fix this awful mess he's caused?
That's when an idea occured to him. An idea that was so excellent, so absolutely smashing, so utterly and completely perfect for his current situation, that he knew it would diminish all Meliara's hate for him, if not make her fall madly in love with him. An idea that all you readers will have to wait until the next chapter to find out about because the author has no clue as to what that idea is!
A/N: Let it be known that Phaerie loves reviews. They give her motivation. The more motivation she has, the quicker she posts. So, review and help to build a better fic! ^_________________^
~Phaerie~ (Who is currently still half asleep..)
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters and what not. I just manipulate them to carry out my evil deeds.
-:-Fish Kiss!-:-Chapter 2-:-
Let's Recap:
"It's for us to know and you to never find out!" Meliara snapped at her brother. She then stormed off into one of the rooms aligning the hallway.
Alright, now that we're all on the same page:
Mel made her way over to the bed and plopped down at the end of it. She looked at herself in the mirror that was on the opposite wall. She was a mess, to put it lightly. Letting her hair loose, she took to trying to untangle the mass of auburn when Mora came in.
"Good, I can finally put something dry on." She stated flatly.
Mora gave a fast curtsy before ushering in the inn servants who were carrying here luggage. They set it down then quickly fled the room. "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, my lady."
"It's alright Mora. I'm sorry if I'm a bit crabby. It's just that I'm well..flustered at the moment."
"Shall I leave you to your rest then, my lady?" Mel gave a short nod and Mora gave anther curtsy then left the room. Meliara stood and changed into her night gown. She made her way back to the bed, feet dragging. She had been telling the truth when she'd said it'd been a long ride.
She fell onto the wonderfully fluffy bed and rolled over, pulling the covers over herself. Snuggling into the pillows, she closed her eyes. Much to her chagrin, the Sandman paid her no visit. She tossed and turned, thinking over the day's previous events.
Mel was finding it awfully hard to hate someone who could kiss like Vidanric could; whose mere touch could send her to Cloud 9; who could fill her with happiness by simply smiling at her - wait, where had all that come from?
She settled into her bed again after colorfully cursing her hormones. She soon drifted off into a restless slumber. She, of course, could dream of nothing but Vidanric, which meant it would be a rather sleepless night.
Thus, most of her time was spent staring blankly out the window by her bed at the moon. Whenever she closed her eyes, she could see Vidanric smiling that damn smile of his.
As the night slowly passed, Meliara's self-inflicted anger and imense "ditrust" of Vidanric grew to what can only be described as an unhealthy level.
By the time the sun had climbed above the far off mountains, neither Mel's attitude or appearance had improved. She sat up, falling back against the bed's headboard and let out a heavy sigh. Just then, Mora bustled in with a cup of steaming coffee, which Meliara greatfully accepted.
"I thank you greatly, Mora. How'd you know this is just what I needed?"
"A lucky guess my lady," she bowed low, "Lady Nimiar requests you join her for breakfast at second-gold." (Is that right? I have no clue..)
She sighed, then went to wash up and prepare for the interrogationshe would soon be enduring.
Now we join Vidanric in the parlor! YAY!:
Vidanric lifted his eyes to the window, needing a distraction from the swirling symbols written on the parchment that were words. He couldn't bring himself to make sense of any of it, he had too much on his mind. His eyes followed the individual droplets of rain as they made their way down the window panes.
Exactly what had possessed him?
The only answer he could come up with was that love really could make you do strange things.
Now that the fireworks in his head had finally dimmed, the consequences of his actions were slowly sinking in. An inner debate had thus commenced. A dreaded though would make it's way into his mind and half of him told him it was a hopeless cause to begin with, while the other argued that Meliara had to love him, or else she wouldn't have kissed him back like that.
To Vidanric, it was all quite confusing and headache worthy.
He let out a sigh and dropped his head into the palm of his hand. His heavy eyelids began to droop, and as soon as they were closed, an image of Meliara furious and yelling at him popped into his head. His eyes snapped back open quickly.
He dreaded tomorrow. He would most certainly have to face Meliara and she would most certainly hate him even more than she already had before he'd gone and mucked things up. He was beginning to lose all hope that she might one day fall in love with him.
Loving someone and not having your love returned was a very depressing thing indeed. How was he ever going to fix this awful mess he's caused?
That's when an idea occured to him. An idea that was so excellent, so absolutely smashing, so utterly and completely perfect for his current situation, that he knew it would diminish all Meliara's hate for him, if not make her fall madly in love with him. An idea that all you readers will have to wait until the next chapter to find out about because the author has no clue as to what that idea is!
A/N: Let it be known that Phaerie loves reviews. They give her motivation. The more motivation she has, the quicker she posts. So, review and help to build a better fic! ^_________________^
~Phaerie~ (Who is currently still half asleep..)