Goat Ewe (January 3010) - [Ceolmund]
Oct 22, 2017 11:56:36 GMT -5
Post by Runa on Oct 22, 2017 11:56:36 GMT -5
“You are so stubborn, Runa. I suppose I should be stubborn right along with you. Stubborn enough to make you go where you will be safe... like two rams butting heads.”
Ceolmund pulled away, and she simply looked at him. “Hm. I am,” she hummed in agreement. She was drinking in his warmth, trying to lift his handsome features from the despair she could see weighing on him. His eyes were watering. She had never seen such a thing on him before. Not even in the Hall. “And I think you have known me long enough to realize I will outlast you.” She could not stand the way he was looking at her, as if he was loath to release her, but teetering on the edge of deciding it was the best option.
Ceolmund was always the one to sacrifice. Runa was not going to let him hurt himself any more.
She pressed her cheek to his hair as he kissed her neck and leaned into her shoulder. “I believe I was the one who told you we were going to be friends, and I was not going to be willing to take ‘no’ for an answer…” Runa’s fingers danced through his hair. “And any time you came to the Healing Hall, I wasn’t going to let you give in to those wounds. I suppose I was stubborn enough I brought you back from the dead.” She paused, gently pressing a kiss to his hair.
No. She did not want to think about that one. Not right now. Not after Sunnifa just mentioned he would be riding out there again in a few weeks’ time.
“I had even trained you to take your clothes off for me with nothing but a look before you ever had me in your bed,” Runa added, light laughter in her murmured words. “I still can. Though, I suppose I’ve promoted it now…”
“Some brennevin would help to warm you.”
“It may,” she conceded. “But it’s all the way in the kitchen. Are you letting me go? Or would you like to try warming me someway else?” She had a firm grip on him; and she was not so certain she was ready to leave him.
Perhaps she did need a drink; the day had been draining, to be mild. But Ceolmund was so forlorn, she could not imagine walking away from him now. Not when Sunnifa’s words about love, about Elin, about the family that they were going to start were still fresh in his mind.
Ceolmund pulled away, and she simply looked at him. “Hm. I am,” she hummed in agreement. She was drinking in his warmth, trying to lift his handsome features from the despair she could see weighing on him. His eyes were watering. She had never seen such a thing on him before. Not even in the Hall. “And I think you have known me long enough to realize I will outlast you.” She could not stand the way he was looking at her, as if he was loath to release her, but teetering on the edge of deciding it was the best option.
Ceolmund was always the one to sacrifice. Runa was not going to let him hurt himself any more.
She pressed her cheek to his hair as he kissed her neck and leaned into her shoulder. “I believe I was the one who told you we were going to be friends, and I was not going to be willing to take ‘no’ for an answer…” Runa’s fingers danced through his hair. “And any time you came to the Healing Hall, I wasn’t going to let you give in to those wounds. I suppose I was stubborn enough I brought you back from the dead.” She paused, gently pressing a kiss to his hair.
No. She did not want to think about that one. Not right now. Not after Sunnifa just mentioned he would be riding out there again in a few weeks’ time.
“I had even trained you to take your clothes off for me with nothing but a look before you ever had me in your bed,” Runa added, light laughter in her murmured words. “I still can. Though, I suppose I’ve promoted it now…”
“Some brennevin would help to warm you.”
“It may,” she conceded. “But it’s all the way in the kitchen. Are you letting me go? Or would you like to try warming me someway else?” She had a firm grip on him; and she was not so certain she was ready to leave him.
Perhaps she did need a drink; the day had been draining, to be mild. But Ceolmund was so forlorn, she could not imagine walking away from him now. Not when Sunnifa’s words about love, about Elin, about the family that they were going to start were still fresh in his mind.