One Little Sparrow for the Nest {March 3010} [Runa]
Mar 14, 2018 22:58:49 GMT -5
Post by Ceolmund on Mar 14, 2018 22:58:49 GMT -5
Runa curled near him; pressing her kisses where they could reach, and Ceolmund sighed, quite unable to resist the affection.
“Ceol, I just meant Sunni and Adelais cannot to another dinner party…. If Sunni comes, though, we may wish to think about having no mead in the house. She said she regretting helping us marry. In front of everyone, she…”
“What...” Ceolmund stiffened. “She came with me… to get the goat,” he stated, frowning. “I don't… I don't know why she would say it, Runa. It's Mother…”
Elin was all he could think of. He could blame her for most anything, but he felt sad. His sister had been bright the afternoon earlier and glad to see Runa. He did not like to think that she had helped him to select Gleda in disdain. The thought that the choice of goat which was given as the bride price for his wife.
“Do you think… the goat was all right?” he asked, suddenly concerned. “If she picked a bad one… I was not sure what to get, and she said it was good. But, I want you to know; I mean better. I would have bought fifty goats if your Father had wished it. You're worth a thousand… though I couldn't have afforded you then,” he grumbled.
Ceolmund shifted on the bed, scooting down until he found a way to tuck his head beneath Runa's chin, the curve of her neck made a good hiding place from the light coming through the doorway, and he could not help but kiss her skin, being so near.
She continued to speak on Adelais, and Ceolmund listened. The sickness… it must have been the same that Mother and Sunni had, he supposed. Though Adelais had always seemed so bright and cheerful. A bit to handsy for his liking.
“We need to make sure the mead is away,” he agreed, relieved that Runa had not planned to outright ban them from the household. At least not banned Sunni. He had misunderstood, though his mind was muddled from pain.
“You don’t remember any of her antics? Adelais was slipping mead and brennevin into all of my drinks, she fell flat on the floor…she sat in your lap, and told everyone how nice your muscles were.”
Those words caused him to nearly start, and Ceolmund pulled back from the place he had tucked himself, squinting at Runa. “Sat on my lap,” he whispered. There was not a woman in his life who had sat upon his lap aside Runa… and that… instance years back. Avila.
“Runa, I am so sorry,” he mumbled, looking to her in sadness, leaning forward to kiss her cheek. “I didn't mean to… I never wanted. I would never intend to touch another. Too much mead… I remember the drinks...”
He remembered quite a few drinks; between Sunni and, well, it must have been Adelais. The spiked brennevin, the spiked tea.
“I should not drink. I'm too much like my mother,” he sighed, closing his eyes and dropping his head back to the pillow.
“Ceol, I just meant Sunni and Adelais cannot to another dinner party…. If Sunni comes, though, we may wish to think about having no mead in the house. She said she regretting helping us marry. In front of everyone, she…”
“What...” Ceolmund stiffened. “She came with me… to get the goat,” he stated, frowning. “I don't… I don't know why she would say it, Runa. It's Mother…”
Elin was all he could think of. He could blame her for most anything, but he felt sad. His sister had been bright the afternoon earlier and glad to see Runa. He did not like to think that she had helped him to select Gleda in disdain. The thought that the choice of goat which was given as the bride price for his wife.
“Do you think… the goat was all right?” he asked, suddenly concerned. “If she picked a bad one… I was not sure what to get, and she said it was good. But, I want you to know; I mean better. I would have bought fifty goats if your Father had wished it. You're worth a thousand… though I couldn't have afforded you then,” he grumbled.
Ceolmund shifted on the bed, scooting down until he found a way to tuck his head beneath Runa's chin, the curve of her neck made a good hiding place from the light coming through the doorway, and he could not help but kiss her skin, being so near.
She continued to speak on Adelais, and Ceolmund listened. The sickness… it must have been the same that Mother and Sunni had, he supposed. Though Adelais had always seemed so bright and cheerful. A bit to handsy for his liking.
“We need to make sure the mead is away,” he agreed, relieved that Runa had not planned to outright ban them from the household. At least not banned Sunni. He had misunderstood, though his mind was muddled from pain.
“You don’t remember any of her antics? Adelais was slipping mead and brennevin into all of my drinks, she fell flat on the floor…she sat in your lap, and told everyone how nice your muscles were.”
Those words caused him to nearly start, and Ceolmund pulled back from the place he had tucked himself, squinting at Runa. “Sat on my lap,” he whispered. There was not a woman in his life who had sat upon his lap aside Runa… and that… instance years back. Avila.
“Runa, I am so sorry,” he mumbled, looking to her in sadness, leaning forward to kiss her cheek. “I didn't mean to… I never wanted. I would never intend to touch another. Too much mead… I remember the drinks...”
He remembered quite a few drinks; between Sunni and, well, it must have been Adelais. The spiked brennevin, the spiked tea.
“I should not drink. I'm too much like my mother,” he sighed, closing his eyes and dropping his head back to the pillow.