Littew Temper Tait-rum [February 3010] (Runa)
Nov 1, 2017 19:10:12 GMT -5
Post by Ceolmund on Nov 1, 2017 19:10:12 GMT -5
“I did not mean to hide it from you, Ceol, Bear, Mama, and Papa…they’re the only ones that know. And you, now.”
Ceolmund's hands covered hers as she brushed over him. “It is fine, Runa,” he told her softly. “I will not tell anyone, you have my word.” And he would take more care next time. He would watch closer. He knew he could read her eyes if he paid close enough attention. He could not bear hurting his wife; even unintentionally. And, he was determined, he would eventually teach her how to tolerate the horses and ride. Sooner rather than later; for it was a skill anyone in Edoras needed to know.
“I just got you, Ceol. I don’t want to lose you.”
“Nor I lose you,” the man agreed, pressing down on her her hands. She would be safe here in Edoras though; for no harm had come to the city in many, many years. It was a refuge and a safehold. And she had a home with a latched door, that held a wall with at least three dozen weapons for her to chose between should she need something. She would be in no harms way here; she would be safe for him.
“Ceol, I’ve always worried for you when you left with the Eored. This time it’s different for me, too. I will make you remember me.”
Runa was leaning over the side of the basin to kiss him now, and Ceolmund grasped her shoulder with a wet hand. Yes, he would remember her every waking moment while they were riding upon the plains; if only he might remember her in those moments when his sword was drawn and he was making a charge. If he could recall to use his shield instead of his body to stop the blows, and come home to her in one piece.
“My farewell will be memorable, but I promise. My hello will be more so.”
His wife was now warming to him by the second, half atop of him in the washbasin, and he reached about her, and pulled her over him the rest of the way with a splash, her legs sticking out over the side. Water sloshed out over the edge of the tub onto the floor in puddles, for the tub was now much too full. Ceolmund mused for a moment that it might have been easier to simply get out himself, but in the moment he had not thought; the water was warm at best now and the temperature descending minute by minute, and his wife was wet again, but her kiss tasted of ginger, and she seemed so desperate to be within his arms.
“I want the hello,” Ceolmund muttered breathlessly in assurance. He wished to promise he would come back to her for it, but he could not bring the words from his mouth; for what if he broke his promise? At the very least, she knew he would try his best.
He tried to shift in the tub. His wife was pinned between his knees and his chest, and he himself could not even move. He laughed lightly, “Perhaps I will not even ride out tomorrow. Theodred will come seeking me and find me stuck here.”
He chuckled all the while as he attempted to shift Runa sideways and off him without scraping her against the wooden basin, eventually getting her feet back upon the ground. Ceolmund stood from the tub, stretching his cramped legs and stepped out, grasping the towel and doing a poor job to dry himself. He was still half dripping as he went back to his wife and wrapped his arms completely about her, pressing her close.
“Your healer asked you to lay abed today,” he chastised her, “And yet here you are...” He leaned down to kiss her again. He had a small nag in his mind... what if she was truly unwell? He should put her to bed and let her rest. But what if it was merely the anxiety plaguing her? As it was him? Perhaps loving could alleviate it, or in the least distract them and get them by til morning.
Ceolmund knew he needed extra rest tonight for he would not sleep soundly for many weeks after this. Perhaps he should still himself. Though on the other hand... what if he did not return? And this was the last night he ever had her? The rejection would hang over her. Be it any other night, but not the last. He needed to be close to her as much as she did him. If any thing, he knew the quickest way to improve her mood; and then perhaps she could get a restful sleep as well.
“We best get you back to bed,” he said lowly, as he stooped to wrap his arms about Runa's hips, lifting her from the ground and carrying her back to the warm furs with him.
Ceolmund's hands covered hers as she brushed over him. “It is fine, Runa,” he told her softly. “I will not tell anyone, you have my word.” And he would take more care next time. He would watch closer. He knew he could read her eyes if he paid close enough attention. He could not bear hurting his wife; even unintentionally. And, he was determined, he would eventually teach her how to tolerate the horses and ride. Sooner rather than later; for it was a skill anyone in Edoras needed to know.
“I just got you, Ceol. I don’t want to lose you.”
“Nor I lose you,” the man agreed, pressing down on her her hands. She would be safe here in Edoras though; for no harm had come to the city in many, many years. It was a refuge and a safehold. And she had a home with a latched door, that held a wall with at least three dozen weapons for her to chose between should she need something. She would be in no harms way here; she would be safe for him.
“Ceol, I’ve always worried for you when you left with the Eored. This time it’s different for me, too. I will make you remember me.”
Runa was leaning over the side of the basin to kiss him now, and Ceolmund grasped her shoulder with a wet hand. Yes, he would remember her every waking moment while they were riding upon the plains; if only he might remember her in those moments when his sword was drawn and he was making a charge. If he could recall to use his shield instead of his body to stop the blows, and come home to her in one piece.
“My farewell will be memorable, but I promise. My hello will be more so.”
His wife was now warming to him by the second, half atop of him in the washbasin, and he reached about her, and pulled her over him the rest of the way with a splash, her legs sticking out over the side. Water sloshed out over the edge of the tub onto the floor in puddles, for the tub was now much too full. Ceolmund mused for a moment that it might have been easier to simply get out himself, but in the moment he had not thought; the water was warm at best now and the temperature descending minute by minute, and his wife was wet again, but her kiss tasted of ginger, and she seemed so desperate to be within his arms.
“I want the hello,” Ceolmund muttered breathlessly in assurance. He wished to promise he would come back to her for it, but he could not bring the words from his mouth; for what if he broke his promise? At the very least, she knew he would try his best.
He tried to shift in the tub. His wife was pinned between his knees and his chest, and he himself could not even move. He laughed lightly, “Perhaps I will not even ride out tomorrow. Theodred will come seeking me and find me stuck here.”
He chuckled all the while as he attempted to shift Runa sideways and off him without scraping her against the wooden basin, eventually getting her feet back upon the ground. Ceolmund stood from the tub, stretching his cramped legs and stepped out, grasping the towel and doing a poor job to dry himself. He was still half dripping as he went back to his wife and wrapped his arms completely about her, pressing her close.
“Your healer asked you to lay abed today,” he chastised her, “And yet here you are...” He leaned down to kiss her again. He had a small nag in his mind... what if she was truly unwell? He should put her to bed and let her rest. But what if it was merely the anxiety plaguing her? As it was him? Perhaps loving could alleviate it, or in the least distract them and get them by til morning.
Ceolmund knew he needed extra rest tonight for he would not sleep soundly for many weeks after this. Perhaps he should still himself. Though on the other hand... what if he did not return? And this was the last night he ever had her? The rejection would hang over her. Be it any other night, but not the last. He needed to be close to her as much as she did him. If any thing, he knew the quickest way to improve her mood; and then perhaps she could get a restful sleep as well.
“We best get you back to bed,” he said lowly, as he stooped to wrap his arms about Runa's hips, lifting her from the ground and carrying her back to the warm furs with him.