Regret (February 3010) - [Ceolmund]
Nov 26, 2017 17:02:36 GMT -5
Post by Runa on Nov 26, 2017 17:02:36 GMT -5
“You already had your chance with her and did not take it. And you will not have a chance again. She is wonderful, my gift from the gods. Mine alone. Not for you to remember.”
“Not for you to remember because there is nothing to remember!” Runa pressed hurriedly, giving Ceolmund a rather firm glare to mind his tongue. The man, though, did not see. He was too intent on getting Athelstan from their home with force just shy of murderous.
When the drunkard mentioned the perfection of Runa’s body, every muscle in her tightened, and so did Ceolmund’s.
“Those are mine as well!”
“Ceolmund!” Runa grunted, her cheeks blazing brighter in red, though this time from embarrassment. She flashed her eyes out the door. As she would have suspected, Cynburga was there, staring from her window. Well, according to the ever-watchful neighbor, the whole street knew how much of her the captain had claimed.
With a faint moan, she turned from the door, even as Ceolmund roared and threw the drunkard out as if trash upon the street. She did not look back until the man had slammed the door with such force the walls of their house rattled. For a moment he eyed her, his galeish eye softening only a hair before he pushed himself from the doorway and began to step forward.
“I am drawing you a bath.”
“I’ll draw it, you save dinner,” she grunted. The seasoned chicken was probably needing a quick whisk from the fire by then, but the woman was not going anywhere near the food with Athelstan’s lingering drunken smell and feel upon her. She wrinkled her nose as she padded to the window and drew the curtain closed.
“The nerve of that pig to come barging in here—the whole confounded street is going to know what you think of my body! Gift from the gods…” She paused and turned hurriedly, frown intensifying. “Ceol, do you think the neighbors heard him scream about the baby? If they know, I swear, I will have to track him down and kill him.” She grunted tromping her way to the bucket and taking the handle almost wildly in hand. If they knew before her mother, she would never forgive herself. And as soon as word reached Elin, their whole world was going to be a shade more miserable.
She pressed a hand to her stomach and groaned as the nausea threatened to climb up her throat. Athelstan thought that the baby was his. He had kissed her. “Might just have to boil the water and sit it in,” she grumbled with a shudder. “Eorl’s flaming knickers! Where did Athelstan get the idea that Paega was his? He’s never touched me, and he knows that—why would he think…? Ceol, didn’t you say you talked to Ulfrekr?”
“Not for you to remember because there is nothing to remember!” Runa pressed hurriedly, giving Ceolmund a rather firm glare to mind his tongue. The man, though, did not see. He was too intent on getting Athelstan from their home with force just shy of murderous.
When the drunkard mentioned the perfection of Runa’s body, every muscle in her tightened, and so did Ceolmund’s.
“Those are mine as well!”
“Ceolmund!” Runa grunted, her cheeks blazing brighter in red, though this time from embarrassment. She flashed her eyes out the door. As she would have suspected, Cynburga was there, staring from her window. Well, according to the ever-watchful neighbor, the whole street knew how much of her the captain had claimed.
With a faint moan, she turned from the door, even as Ceolmund roared and threw the drunkard out as if trash upon the street. She did not look back until the man had slammed the door with such force the walls of their house rattled. For a moment he eyed her, his galeish eye softening only a hair before he pushed himself from the doorway and began to step forward.
“I am drawing you a bath.”
“I’ll draw it, you save dinner,” she grunted. The seasoned chicken was probably needing a quick whisk from the fire by then, but the woman was not going anywhere near the food with Athelstan’s lingering drunken smell and feel upon her. She wrinkled her nose as she padded to the window and drew the curtain closed.
“The nerve of that pig to come barging in here—the whole confounded street is going to know what you think of my body! Gift from the gods…” She paused and turned hurriedly, frown intensifying. “Ceol, do you think the neighbors heard him scream about the baby? If they know, I swear, I will have to track him down and kill him.” She grunted tromping her way to the bucket and taking the handle almost wildly in hand. If they knew before her mother, she would never forgive herself. And as soon as word reached Elin, their whole world was going to be a shade more miserable.
She pressed a hand to her stomach and groaned as the nausea threatened to climb up her throat. Athelstan thought that the baby was his. He had kissed her. “Might just have to boil the water and sit it in,” she grumbled with a shudder. “Eorl’s flaming knickers! Where did Athelstan get the idea that Paega was his? He’s never touched me, and he knows that—why would he think…? Ceol, didn’t you say you talked to Ulfrekr?”