Haunted (February 3010) - [Ceolmund]
Nov 5, 2017 23:06:06 GMT -5
Post by Runa on Nov 5, 2017 23:06:06 GMT -5
“Runa...Remember when I told you that I would take the watch and keep you safe? I am home now. I will not let anything harm you. You told me you would trust me.”
She felt the gentleness of Ceolmund’s tone, the sincerity and strength of his promise. She had told him she would trust him. Perhaps one of the only people in Rohan she could trust to keep her safe. Her mother, her father, even her brother would wish to, and they would do their best. They loved her, as she loved them. But Ceolmund was strong, better practiced than even she was with weapons, and he was fierce and steadfast when the need arose to be. She could tell by the way he returned to her with all of his injuries that he was immovable.
Ceolmund was safe.
“I trust you,” she whispered, her shoulders relaxing beneath his touch.
“Runa... I... I need help to remove my armor...”
“You must want to be out of it,” Runa said quietly, still, the man was gripping her so tightly, she had not yet budged to begin working him down to his tunic and britches.
“Cynburga, please make us some tea.”
Cynburga looked from Ceolmund to the array of items Runa had not yet touched, and she noted the mead with flared nostrils. “Well, you certainly can’t be giving her any of that,” she announced before she moved off toward the kitchen, though she did not specify if it was the mead directly, or the cold teas, and frozen plate.
“The ride... They will need you at the Hall. I am afraid we did not make it in time... the baby is dead...Her father was cut down long before we arrived, but we found her mother still living... barely. I'm afraid it's too late... she's at the Hall though with Oda and Adelais, there were too many wounds to count; they've tortured her for months. They... ”
Hildred nodded gravely, but Runa immediately attempted to move from Ceolmund’s arms. “You found her alive?” She gasped. “I’ll go help,” she declared to her mother.
“Runa, I think—”
“It’s not too late,” she said desperately. “It’s not! They said that for Ceol and they said that for Paega! It’s not! I can help!” Still, as hard as Runa tried to pry herself from her husband’s arms, he did not release her.
Hildred pressed a hand to Runa’s golden hair. “You rest, sweetheart. Take care of Ceolmund now that he’s home. I will get to the Hall and try and save her.” She pressed a kiss to Runa’s temple, and then against Ceolmund’s cheek. “I’m glad you’re home safe, Ceol,” she told him. “Don’t lock the door tonight, I’m going to check in after my shift to check on that head of yours,” she added in a whisper. She did not want Runa to hear that she was going to be in a home with an open front door. She swept to the front door and picked up her cloak and adorned it. While the rip in the fabric was there from where Runa had skewered it, she made no motion to show distress over it.
“I love you both,” she said before slipping into the night air.
“Now, are you going to get that man out of his armor, or am I going to have to do it?” Cynburga asked Runa as she settled the pot of water over the fire.
Runa relented in her fight to rise and follow Hildred to the Healing Hall. “No, no, I can help him.”
Cynburga’s eyes glinted. “Yes, you’re quite good at stripping him down, hm?” She hummed. “Let me go find that ginger…” She murmured as she headed back for the kitchen.
Slowly, Runa slipped from Ceolmund’s arms, and though he allowed her to move, he let his hands linger upon her until he was certain she was in fact going for his armor. She did, and silently Runa made a neat pile of his mail and leathers. His undershirt and britches were dirty, stained by the sweat and work of the ride. Undoubtedly his armor would need a similar washing treatment, even if the metal did not show its wear the same. “I…I should clean these,” Runa muttered. “Let me get you something fresh to wear.”
She felt the gentleness of Ceolmund’s tone, the sincerity and strength of his promise. She had told him she would trust him. Perhaps one of the only people in Rohan she could trust to keep her safe. Her mother, her father, even her brother would wish to, and they would do their best. They loved her, as she loved them. But Ceolmund was strong, better practiced than even she was with weapons, and he was fierce and steadfast when the need arose to be. She could tell by the way he returned to her with all of his injuries that he was immovable.
Ceolmund was safe.
“I trust you,” she whispered, her shoulders relaxing beneath his touch.
“Runa... I... I need help to remove my armor...”
“You must want to be out of it,” Runa said quietly, still, the man was gripping her so tightly, she had not yet budged to begin working him down to his tunic and britches.
“Cynburga, please make us some tea.”
Cynburga looked from Ceolmund to the array of items Runa had not yet touched, and she noted the mead with flared nostrils. “Well, you certainly can’t be giving her any of that,” she announced before she moved off toward the kitchen, though she did not specify if it was the mead directly, or the cold teas, and frozen plate.
“The ride... They will need you at the Hall. I am afraid we did not make it in time... the baby is dead...Her father was cut down long before we arrived, but we found her mother still living... barely. I'm afraid it's too late... she's at the Hall though with Oda and Adelais, there were too many wounds to count; they've tortured her for months. They... ”
Hildred nodded gravely, but Runa immediately attempted to move from Ceolmund’s arms. “You found her alive?” She gasped. “I’ll go help,” she declared to her mother.
“Runa, I think—”
“It’s not too late,” she said desperately. “It’s not! They said that for Ceol and they said that for Paega! It’s not! I can help!” Still, as hard as Runa tried to pry herself from her husband’s arms, he did not release her.
Hildred pressed a hand to Runa’s golden hair. “You rest, sweetheart. Take care of Ceolmund now that he’s home. I will get to the Hall and try and save her.” She pressed a kiss to Runa’s temple, and then against Ceolmund’s cheek. “I’m glad you’re home safe, Ceol,” she told him. “Don’t lock the door tonight, I’m going to check in after my shift to check on that head of yours,” she added in a whisper. She did not want Runa to hear that she was going to be in a home with an open front door. She swept to the front door and picked up her cloak and adorned it. While the rip in the fabric was there from where Runa had skewered it, she made no motion to show distress over it.
“I love you both,” she said before slipping into the night air.
“Now, are you going to get that man out of his armor, or am I going to have to do it?” Cynburga asked Runa as she settled the pot of water over the fire.
Runa relented in her fight to rise and follow Hildred to the Healing Hall. “No, no, I can help him.”
Cynburga’s eyes glinted. “Yes, you’re quite good at stripping him down, hm?” She hummed. “Let me go find that ginger…” She murmured as she headed back for the kitchen.
Slowly, Runa slipped from Ceolmund’s arms, and though he allowed her to move, he let his hands linger upon her until he was certain she was in fact going for his armor. She did, and silently Runa made a neat pile of his mail and leathers. His undershirt and britches were dirty, stained by the sweat and work of the ride. Undoubtedly his armor would need a similar washing treatment, even if the metal did not show its wear the same. “I…I should clean these,” Runa muttered. “Let me get you something fresh to wear.”