Dancing Flames [Early May 2982] (Runa) (CW)
Nov 29, 2017 22:01:44 GMT -5
Post by Ceolmund on Nov 29, 2017 22:01:44 GMT -5
Elin's face twisted in rage when Amalric took hold of her, though she couldn't seem to find the strength to pry herself from his grasp. She gritted her teeth together.
“You listen here, you harpy! You’re scaring those children! Now you’re going to come with us, and I am going to take you straight to your door for Ceorl to deal with, do you understand? My wife doesn’t need any of your antics! While you dry out, Ceolmund and Sunni can spend the night with us. Would you like that, little ones? Beorhtric would not mind the company, and it is only next door. You can fetch them from us when you are not like this!”
Elin glared up and down at Hildred. “She's in labor. You're not going to expose my children to that! That's disgusting! They will not sleep under your roof.”
Blue eyes of fire glared up at Amalric and she pursed her lips together. “You disgusting… trollish… you let go of me. I don't need to dry… I don't need this! You release me! Let go of my son! HILDRED! HILDRED! I'll call the guards on you! You'll have that baby in a jail cell, do you hear me! That little brat of yours will be born on the floor in the dirt where it belongs!”
She pulled on Amalric, attempting to move toward Hildred and her son, but she could not do a thing! Sending one final glare back at the man she turned again, lips drawn, looking Hildred in the eye. Then she spit into her face.
The spittle flew against her cheek and into Ceolmund's hair, yet the little boy did not look up for he had tucked himself into Hildred's shoulder hiding his wet face against her neck. He squeezed his eyes shut, and he wished to block his ears, but he could not both cling to her and stop his hearing at the same time.
“Guards! Guards!” Elin began to screech loudly toward the blazing bonfires. “Guards! She's taking my child!”
“You listen here, you harpy! You’re scaring those children! Now you’re going to come with us, and I am going to take you straight to your door for Ceorl to deal with, do you understand? My wife doesn’t need any of your antics! While you dry out, Ceolmund and Sunni can spend the night with us. Would you like that, little ones? Beorhtric would not mind the company, and it is only next door. You can fetch them from us when you are not like this!”
Elin glared up and down at Hildred. “She's in labor. You're not going to expose my children to that! That's disgusting! They will not sleep under your roof.”
Blue eyes of fire glared up at Amalric and she pursed her lips together. “You disgusting… trollish… you let go of me. I don't need to dry… I don't need this! You release me! Let go of my son! HILDRED! HILDRED! I'll call the guards on you! You'll have that baby in a jail cell, do you hear me! That little brat of yours will be born on the floor in the dirt where it belongs!”
She pulled on Amalric, attempting to move toward Hildred and her son, but she could not do a thing! Sending one final glare back at the man she turned again, lips drawn, looking Hildred in the eye. Then she spit into her face.
The spittle flew against her cheek and into Ceolmund's hair, yet the little boy did not look up for he had tucked himself into Hildred's shoulder hiding his wet face against her neck. He squeezed his eyes shut, and he wished to block his ears, but he could not both cling to her and stop his hearing at the same time.
“Guards! Guards!” Elin began to screech loudly toward the blazing bonfires. “Guards! She's taking my child!”