Post by Erin Phelan on Oct 3, 2013 16:36:47 GMT -8
Loraine sat on one of the small bunks of her ship, hugging her legs and staring at the unconscious man on the bunk across from her. She had been listening to very small sounds the ship made for a few hours now. It was dark out and she was alone with the man she'd been fighting against for over two years now. Her arms trembled lightly from the combat at the King's place. Or was it because of the situation?
So many blades around her... hell she could just grab a pillow and put it over his face... it would be so easy... but she was tired and part of her insides hurt. No that's Gwen. Rubbing her arms couldn't make her warm while Gwen was out there... somewhere... She had felt the twist inside her that was her connection to her wife. Like a cold wrongness at the base of her spine... Too much swirled in her head. She felt slightly mad but that was becoming more normal to her... wondered what he looks like naked.. She smirked lightly. She checked for the hundredth time to make sure he was still breathing. He was just so quiet. She didn't think there was anything more she could do for him but wiped the wet cloth across his forehead anyway.
Captain Lazare had gone with a sparse crew to the north after receiving news of the Viking House. He was certain that there would be tricks of the trade he could learn from a culture so feared. He had never been so far north. The winds were cold but he enjoyed them greatly and continued taking his daily flights to scout ahead of the ship. His cherished treasure always made him smile. He loved wrapping the cloak around him to change into a raven. A “gift” from one of the spoiled Englishman to leave their waters alone for a year. There was a sudden waft of smoke that startled him from his revery.
Loraine jerked her hand back, the smoke still in her nose. Her mind a flutter with past conflict still so unfortunately fresh. She ran her hands through her hair and wished Gwen was with her now more than ever. Cursed Balor and their twisted magics. The only comfort to her mind was that Avari was with Gwen wherever that was. Would it pass? She looked back down to the man. He had been the source of so much frustration. Now that she had him... she wasn't sure what to do. Would he wake? What would happen if/when he did? A quiet part of her was relieved. Not that she would never admit to anyone.. ok maybe Herve. She had found she could speak her mind all she wanted with the sluagh and he never judged.
Kneeling back down she picked up the wet cloth to clean some of the man's face gently. The quiet part was relieved that she didn't have to kill this man.. if she had, she knew a part of her would have died with him. She didn't understand it. He was a destroyer. Balor. Yet...
Shaking her head, she checked that he was still breathing, then sat back on the other bunk. “He's so shiny,” a different part of her whispered in her mind. Loraine smiled lightly. Hana was a bit impressed perhaps by this man. Probably didn't help things. SO many voices. No real direction.
Lazare wanted to use him. Perhaps not like he had been, but the enemy of my enemy and all.. Captain Jourdan was sending alarms through her head to be rid of him; Dead Again Red wanted to slit his throat where he lay, who cares if he's out .. and Hana wanted to go through his pockets... badly. Loraine took a deep breath.. was it possible to be too tired to sleep?
So many blades around her... hell she could just grab a pillow and put it over his face... it would be so easy... but she was tired and part of her insides hurt. No that's Gwen. Rubbing her arms couldn't make her warm while Gwen was out there... somewhere... She had felt the twist inside her that was her connection to her wife. Like a cold wrongness at the base of her spine... Too much swirled in her head. She felt slightly mad but that was becoming more normal to her... wondered what he looks like naked.. She smirked lightly. She checked for the hundredth time to make sure he was still breathing. He was just so quiet. She didn't think there was anything more she could do for him but wiped the wet cloth across his forehead anyway.
Captain Lazare had gone with a sparse crew to the north after receiving news of the Viking House. He was certain that there would be tricks of the trade he could learn from a culture so feared. He had never been so far north. The winds were cold but he enjoyed them greatly and continued taking his daily flights to scout ahead of the ship. His cherished treasure always made him smile. He loved wrapping the cloak around him to change into a raven. A “gift” from one of the spoiled Englishman to leave their waters alone for a year. There was a sudden waft of smoke that startled him from his revery.
Loraine jerked her hand back, the smoke still in her nose. Her mind a flutter with past conflict still so unfortunately fresh. She ran her hands through her hair and wished Gwen was with her now more than ever. Cursed Balor and their twisted magics. The only comfort to her mind was that Avari was with Gwen wherever that was. Would it pass? She looked back down to the man. He had been the source of so much frustration. Now that she had him... she wasn't sure what to do. Would he wake? What would happen if/when he did? A quiet part of her was relieved. Not that she would never admit to anyone.. ok maybe Herve. She had found she could speak her mind all she wanted with the sluagh and he never judged.
Kneeling back down she picked up the wet cloth to clean some of the man's face gently. The quiet part was relieved that she didn't have to kill this man.. if she had, she knew a part of her would have died with him. She didn't understand it. He was a destroyer. Balor. Yet...
Shaking her head, she checked that he was still breathing, then sat back on the other bunk. “He's so shiny,” a different part of her whispered in her mind. Loraine smiled lightly. Hana was a bit impressed perhaps by this man. Probably didn't help things. SO many voices. No real direction.
Lazare wanted to use him. Perhaps not like he had been, but the enemy of my enemy and all.. Captain Jourdan was sending alarms through her head to be rid of him; Dead Again Red wanted to slit his throat where he lay, who cares if he's out .. and Hana wanted to go through his pockets... badly. Loraine took a deep breath.. was it possible to be too tired to sleep?