Haunted (February 3010) - [Ceolmund]
Nov 15, 2017 10:32:47 GMT -5
Post by Runa on Nov 15, 2017 10:32:47 GMT -5
Elin’s writhing form beneath her made Runa frown all the harder, and it was not until the woman begant to scream about her molestation and calling the guard that Runa realized she was in fact very much exposed. A quick glance to the door revealed that it was very much open, and the woman gasped stiffly, pressing Hakon tight against her chest as if to use the stuffed horse for a shield.
A strong arm wrapped about her middle, hoisting her from Elin and settling her beside Ceolmund, who, she noted after a glance, at least had the mind to cover himself with one of the blankets. She tucked herself behind him, though continued to glower down at Elin as she sought to rise.
“Elin. Get out of my house!”
“You slut… looks like you were having a bit of fun while my son was away, hm? Couldn't handle two weeks without a bed partner. Like it rough too, I see.”
Runa’s eyes flashed like a summer storm, and she growled. The whole town knew of the marketplace, and she suspected a majority had heard how Runa had been assaulted in her own home. While she doubted most people believed her when she said that it had been a ghost, Runa knew that the only person who had thought those bruises were upon her by her own choice was Elin. “Fun?” She hissed. She could have died. “The ghost was trying to kill me! I would never take another man!”
The thought made Runa feel ill, and her face hardened more. Ceolmund swept forward, laying hold of his mother and pushing her back out into the street. Runa took a few steps forward, not minding the cold as it slipped in, for she wished to be sure Ceolmund succeeded in his task. However, she noted Cynburga across the street and gasped.
“Do. Not. Enter. Our. House. Again.”
“Was going to call the guards when I saw her stealing in, but by the time I had my shoes on… looked like your wife had the upper hand. I see you wasted no time in warming her up. Surprised I didn't hear it.”
A light, silvery laugh filtered up the hill from the direction of the Healing House. There, in the middle of the street was a lovely, lithe, and familiar face to both members of Ceolmund’s household. “Well, Captain,” Adelais hummed, blue eyes bright and sparkling. She held up a handful of bundled sage. “I was going to get this to your wife on the way home...but I think it might be worth the risk to toss it to you instead!” Her lips curled upward.
A strong arm wrapped about her middle, hoisting her from Elin and settling her beside Ceolmund, who, she noted after a glance, at least had the mind to cover himself with one of the blankets. She tucked herself behind him, though continued to glower down at Elin as she sought to rise.
“Elin. Get out of my house!”
“You slut… looks like you were having a bit of fun while my son was away, hm? Couldn't handle two weeks without a bed partner. Like it rough too, I see.”
Runa’s eyes flashed like a summer storm, and she growled. The whole town knew of the marketplace, and she suspected a majority had heard how Runa had been assaulted in her own home. While she doubted most people believed her when she said that it had been a ghost, Runa knew that the only person who had thought those bruises were upon her by her own choice was Elin. “Fun?” She hissed. She could have died. “The ghost was trying to kill me! I would never take another man!”
The thought made Runa feel ill, and her face hardened more. Ceolmund swept forward, laying hold of his mother and pushing her back out into the street. Runa took a few steps forward, not minding the cold as it slipped in, for she wished to be sure Ceolmund succeeded in his task. However, she noted Cynburga across the street and gasped.
“Do. Not. Enter. Our. House. Again.”
“Was going to call the guards when I saw her stealing in, but by the time I had my shoes on… looked like your wife had the upper hand. I see you wasted no time in warming her up. Surprised I didn't hear it.”
A light, silvery laugh filtered up the hill from the direction of the Healing House. There, in the middle of the street was a lovely, lithe, and familiar face to both members of Ceolmund’s household. “Well, Captain,” Adelais hummed, blue eyes bright and sparkling. She held up a handful of bundled sage. “I was going to get this to your wife on the way home...but I think it might be worth the risk to toss it to you instead!” Her lips curled upward.