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[ Goras Kelxina ] I nodded, the breath in my lungs releasing in ease. My thumb stroked over her cheek yet again, running laps.
"Alright, but... you do know you have to go back sometime right? Otherwise your father will send out troops to find you" I said, huffing quietly. I slowly dropped my hand from her face, letting my mossy orbs drop from her azure ones too. I slowly stood up, looking back at her. "Rest, I will be back later" I said, pausing again, ".. if you want" I added, I kept my nerves to myself, I didn't mind if she said she didn't, but I hoped she would want me closer. I wanted to be closer. I added a smile comforting smile, a very very thin smile before pivoting and twisting on my heel, opening the door and leaving.
I shut the door with a soft click, I hoped she would heed my words and rest, going the way shes been going isn't going to help her sickness. I slowly made my way down the steps, the sounds of my boots fading into the twirling rhythm of the music that Galan was still playing. Aubron looked over at me, cheeks stuffed with the savoury stewed food. I cracked a smile, however I didn't join them.
Didn't want Polaris getting worse, it was already as bad as it was. I walked to the counter, leaning heavily on one arm as the plump woman came closer, eyes widening slightly. I sucked in a tired breath, "I am rather afraid to admit that the lady I was leading upstairs is sick, and needs some attending to" I said, I tilted my head, "you can be payed extra if you need" I continued, but the woman was already shaking her head.
"No, I will do it for... the Lady" she said, nodding in the direction behind the counter. "I will be there in a second, I have to get the supplies" she said, hobbling through the door that connected the lobby to the back room. I nodded slowly, walking away and past my brothers, patting Vulwins shoulder as he sung wildly, clearly having drunk too much. I smiled a little, making my way back upstairs. The wood creaking underfoot. |
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``Don`t remind me,`` I whispered quietly, the loathing of the mere idea of returning to that dreadful tower apparent in my tone of voice. My eyes fluttered close as I basked in his touch and close proximity, wistfully wishing for him to stay right here forever. Of course, that was something I did not have the priviledge of having.. Hopefully, in the future, I would be the only one with such a special priviledge even if it seemed a bit desperate to wishs for it. When he moved to stand, I nearly protested, but managed to bite my tongue and shift a bit on the bed so he could get up easily. His hesitance and uncertainty was clear in his voice and actions, but I felt the need to give him my own smile of reassurance. ``You better be back.``
A brief laugh slipped between my lips as I watched him leave, the coldness and isolation suddenly weighing heavily upon my shoulders. My smile promptly curled downwards into a frown as I stood up and repositioned myself at the head of the bed, manuevering beneath the sheets and curling up until I was somewhat comfortable. I stared off into the distance, admiring how the orange hues from the fireplace danced across the intimate space. Although I was perfectly capable of sleeping alone, I suddenly felt uncomfortable by the aspect of it; maybe I had gotten used to knowing there was someone right next door that I could turn to completely if I needed it.. Tyrine being the usual said someone. Eventually, I closed my eyes and tried my best to relax, presuming he would return within the next few moments. I wanted to enjoy the few moments of silence that I had, even if my heart ached due to his absence. Truly, I felt a little pathetic for being so clingy already. My breathing slowed as I focused on my heart once again, testing the waters that seemed turbulent out of thin air. I could feel my magic far more easier than before; it was thrumming deep within me, begging to be unleashed and freed from its prison within me. I wondered how anyone could deal with this, especially since the only situation seemed to be severing the individual that had the magic in the first place. The scroll had emphasized how there was a solution, but one so ancient it had been forgotten; this occurence was rare.. incredibly rare, it would seem. When I heard approaching footsteps, I shifted in the bed to sit up, my gaze fixated on the door. Although I knew I had Goras and his brothers quite literally downstairs, that would never prevent someone from tracking me down. The world outside of the tower and my encampments was one brimming with individuals that wanted nothing more than to have the chance to slice their daggers through my throat and take my life from me. |
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[ Goras Kelxina ] I stepped up to Polaris's door silently, however my steps were not. I opened the door slowly, shaking the hair out of my eyes. My footsteps filling the room as I walked inside, my eyes flicked around the darkened room, the fireplace the only source of light. My eyes excepted to she her still on the edge of the bed, but instead I found her under the covers, I smiled softly. She listened. I crossed the room in three large strides and sat down of the other side of the bed, I didn't want to sit on any part of her on accident.
"It's good to see you resting" I said, leaning back slightly against the head of the bed, but I wasn't under the covers with her.
I reached over and brushed her soft silver hair through my fingers, the silken strands like liquid silver under my fingertips. I smiled a little, my lips curling when I heard a knock at the door, my smile dropped immediately and I shuffled back. Sliding off the bed and walking towards the door. I grasped the knob and opened it, revealing the plump woman and her younger apprentice. Both carried medical supplies. "Can we come in?" She said, raising her eyebrows. I nodded, complying and letting the door swing open. I turned and walked towards the princess, however instead of returning to my position beside her I pulled up a seat that had been near the fire. The two women sat down the supplies on a small table, the other one turning and closing the door with a soft snick. The other one walked over and placed the back of her hand on her forehead. "Mhm, fever" she said, her muddy eyes dipped to mine, concern in them. We both kn- no, we all knew that High Fae weren't supposed to get sick.
And yet here Polaris was, being a first. I sighed softly, leaning back into the chair as the woman worked on Polaris in my peripheral.
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I visibly relaxed when I observed Goras entee the room, smiling subtly before I returned into my former arrangement beneath the covers. My eyes were closed as he settled beside me, his close proximitt once again something I cherished and valued more than anything at the moment. The headache was still a raging problem regarding my sudden fever, but at the very least the chills had decreased in their intensity. I hummed softly in acknowledgment of his words, fluttering my eyes open and tilting my head to look over at him with a gentle, almost affectionate expression written all over my face. After. a few moments, I closed my eyes again and relaxed, enjoying how he brushed his fingers through my hair in an almost loving manner. My headache was worse enough to the point I had not heard the sound of knocking, confused as to why Goras suddenly moved away until it hit me.
Although I knew it would have been a little easier for the two women if I was sitting up for them, I remained curled up beneath the sheets. I feared that removing them would worsen the annoying chills that haunted my body. My body instinctively flinched when I felt a cold hand against my forehead, frowning at the brief yet unwelcome touch even if it was necessary. I did not protest when they started tending to my needs, listening in as they discussed possible solutions here and there. Truth be told, Infelt a little guilty since all their efforts would be in vain; this would only be the case, of course, if that ancient scroll Estrelle had found was actually a real piece of High Fae documentary. Even though Goras was in the room with us, I was very tempted to ask him to come closer, but knew better. The Inn Keeper had probably noticed our relationship was not a normal one and the last thing we needed was to give her more evidence of it. Of course, I didn`t even know what my relationship was with Goras, but I had an inkling of what I personally wanted it to be. I wondered if he had something in mind.. Regardless, I would probably have to survive this whole fever ordeal before I got any answers. |
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[ Goras Kelxina ] I untangled my fingers again, the deft appendages growing stiff from the amount of times I have tangled them up and unworked my mess. I sighed heavily, allowing my gaze to slide over to where Polaris laid in bed. The plump woman tending over her, with a cloth pressing to her forehead. What it was supposed to do was beyond me, I had no idea what happened within sick people or how to treat it. I pulled my black cloak around me tighter. I hated this sense of helplessness growing inside me like a sickness itself. Part of me wanted to rush downstairs and sing along with Vulwin and drink until I couldn't stand up right. The need to distract myself was strong. The other half wanted to keep my eyes planted to the sickly woman in the bed off to my left.
I looked back down at my hands, tangling my fingers and untangling them again. I looked over at Polaris, pushing off my seat and pacing a few steps, walking back to the chair and fidgeting with it. I grunted, looking at Polaris, she didn't look any better despite the woman's attempts. I growled softly, walking over to the bed and kneeling on it. I leaned down, close to Polaris. "I am going to get us both a drink, ok?" I said, cause fuck I needed a drink. She looked like she needed one too, god knows, it might even help her. Alcohol always seemed to help me. I pushed off the bed and crossed the room in three long strides before leaving the room with a soft snick. That door was beginning to annoy me, but oh well.
I rushed down the steps, my footsteps landing heavily. At a familiar table, Galan sat there, he sleepily lifted his head. The Baryton's sound slowing as dancers continued to dance. I patted my friends short red hair and taking his 3/4 full mugs of alcohol, then taking the one I had left there, still almost full. I smiled softly to myself as I carried the mugs, taking a small sip from my own. I grunted as I made my way back upstairs, my feet thumping against the wood. Once I was outside the door I paused, both my hands were occupied with mugs. shit. I sighed, kicking at the door softly, "hello?" I said, "I got my hands full, someone's going to have to open the door" I said, eyebrows raised. The younger woman in the room opened the door, her eyes widening at the mugs in my hands. "I don't think-" I walked past her before she finished. "I don't care what you think, because it's not helping now is it?" I snapped, walking over to the beside without a falter, as if this happened a lot. It did. I held the mug up infront of Polaris, "here, try some of this" I said, the plump woman on the other side of the bed glared at me, however I chose to ignore her. Alcohol had magical healing abilities sometimes. Not one man could deny that. |
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Although my eyes were closed in a futile attempt to tolerate the headache raging on in my head, I could detect Goras` palpable emotions, hearing the way he paces then sat down repeatedly. I was uncertain regarding what was going on in his head, of course, so I momentarily found myself contemplating the possibilities. Was he worried about me? It was likely, but the mixed signals I was constantly receiving from him proved otherwise; I could tell he wanted to be close to me, yet.. he would always move away after a short duration of time. Truth be told, it was a little annoying since I wanted answers rather badly. Yet, as I stated before, I doubted I would get them any time soon since I was rotting away on this bed due to this stupid fever and illness. When I heard approaching footsteps, I opened my eyes slightly and observed as Goras kneeled on the bed, his face near my own as he told me he was going to get drinks. Momentarily, I stiffened and nearly protested, but held my tongue as he left the room. Yeah.. there was no way I was going to tell him I was a lightweight right now.
The plump woman continued to tend to me tentatively in Goras`s absence, occassionally speaking here and there to me since he was gone now. Most of the questions were basic and related to the fever I was experiencing, others.. Well, the best way to describe them was questions born from the worry of a citizen that admired her; some people in Astral were very aware of my attempts to fix things and I felt relieved to know this woman was one of them. She asked about why I had done such things, which I gave her the general answer to. The real answer was sealed within the depths of my caring heart, a truth that no one would ever have access to due to how vulnerable and personal it was. The sound of a kick at the door was enough to make the plump woman go quiet while her daughter walked over to let Goras in. My eyes widened when he strode over and held the mug in front of me. The plump woman was clearly not a fan of it, but she still helped me into a seated position to make everything easier. I could only silently pray that my body would not fail me and reveal how alcohol easily consumed my system. Before I accepted the mug and took a small sip, I recollected the last time I had drank all my worries away at a party. Fortunately, it had been at one of the encampments and Tyrine had managed to drag me into a tent before I made a fool of myself. I had felt so sick afterwards as well.. I wondered why I was a lightweight when my parents drank nearly every hour. It was stupid, to be honest, and I wished I could handle it without being consumed by its properties and acting like a drunk idiot. |
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[ Goras Kelxina ] When Polaris took the mug I backed up, parking my arse back in the chair behind me. I lifted my own mug to my face a drank, wiping the left over liquid on my face with the back of my hand. I looked over at Polaris, watching her take a small sip. I raised my eyebrow, "not a drinker?" I asked, a tiny smile crawling onto my face, shallow amusement. I placed the mug down beside me, pushing the loose waves from my eyes and snorting in annoyance at it. The woman across the bed looked at me with something of slight amusement, clearly laughing at my struggle. I huffed softly and shuffled my chair closer to the bed, I lent forward. My mossy gaze meeting her azure one. "How are you feeling?" I asked, my eyes glazed back over to the two women standing at the side of the bed. What were they actually doing? Whatever they seemed to be doing, it wasn't helping at all.
I looked back over at Polaris, bracing my hands infront of me on the bed. I sighed loosely, I could well and truly see she wasn't getting any better despite their attempts, so instead I lifted my head to address them. "I think your done here" I said, my voice sounded harsh but I really had meant it not to be, so instead I added a sigh to the words, hoping to soften it up. These women had somewhat genuinely tried and failed. I suppose I couldn't blame them for that. Instead I wriggled and looked back at Polaris, the tips of my fingers brushing against her silver locks as the women on the other side of the bed nodded and started to pack up, clearly accepting that they had hit a dead end. Seems nothing was stopping this unnatural sickness. My mossy orbs skittered from the closing door of the ladies, then back to Polaris again. My gaze always heading back to her, I was drawn to her.
I wallowed in the silence, half sitting in the chair, half laying on the bed. My cloak wrapped around me, a uncomfortable heat surged over me as I looked at the fire. It was too hot in here, but it was what Polaris needed. So instead I stripped myself of the black cloak that often became a second layer of skin to me, hanging it over the chair behind me. |
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``Alcohol and I.. we don`t mix,`` I replied in an honest, amused tone of voice as I looked over at him, my neutral expression becoming alight by a smile. By the second, I was growing more and more attached to this man and I never wanted it to stop, even if it was utterly ridiculous and risky for me to do so; he was an assassin, a far more lowly position compared to my own and yet.. I was drawn to him, to his personality, and even the danger associated with him. Was I insane for this? A little bit, arguably even a little more than just a tad. His snort of annoyance as he messed with his hair made my smile grow further, the quiet yer noticed laugh from one of the woman making me raise a quiet brow in warning. The last thing I needed was for Goras to become annoyed, especially when I had no idea what to do if it did happen and how he would act if it did. It was a painful reminder that I barely knew him, even if the fiber of my very being called out to him in desperation.
``I still feel terrible, but the chills aren`t as bad,`` I mumbled as I returned his head-on gaze, mine gentle and even showing the littlest bit affection. I wished he was closer so that I could feel his body, not in an intimate way, but simply just to feel his presence physically. Besides, I enjoyed his soft yet firm touch and the way it made me feel all warm and giddy inside. ``This headache though.. it‘s a pain in the arse.`` When he spoke up again in a rather harsh voice, I stiffened and my eyes widened in surprise. I truly did not expect him to suddenly speak like that and it showed, but I was a little relieved when he relaxed; it seemed he had not meant to sound like that. I mumbled a brief word of gratitude to both women as they left the room, feeling a little bad since they had given it their all to make me feel better but to no avail. Of course, I had expected it due to that stupid scroll, but there was no way Goras would believe me if I mentioned it.. right? Once they left, I looked over at him just in time to watch him discard the cloak he had worn this entire time. I had to bite my lip and look away to avoid saying some absurd comment when I noticed two things: how close we were and how defined his body was, even if I had noticed the latter before. I definitely should not have had some of the alcohol he had given me, the taste on my tongue and its effects slowly becoming apparent. Silently, I prayed I could maintain my composure. This did not last very long. ``You don`t have to stay on the chair,`` I whispered softly, lifting a hand to pat the open spot on the bed. Even though I truly was being considerate and understood that sitting on a chair was uncomfortable, I merely wanted him closer. With a lopsided smile, I took another sip of the drink he had given me before setting it down on a nearby table; I had enough alcohol for the night. I watched him expectantly, wondering if he would accept the offer or remain where he was. |
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[ Goras Kelxina ] I paused, my finger still lingering over the cloak on the chair as I twisted to look over my shoulder at the woman behind me. Shock pulsing through me, did she just ask me to sleep with her? Or rather lay with her? I blinked once, twice, three times before turning fully and facing Polaris. I eyes wandered down to where her hand pat the bed, the empty spot beside her. I swallowed, though I wasn't nervous. A bit concerned. "Polaris?... how much drink have you had?" I asked, placing my hand on the quilts and side stepping around her, eyeing her. Was she alright? The Polaris I knew would never ask me such things...but then again, things had changed over the past few days.
Many things. I let out a small puff of hot breath before leaning back down towards the bed, my muscles tensing as I forced myself to stop. My face was mere inches from hers, my knees hitting the bed as I lent over her, "You... want me to lay by your side?" I asked, slightly confused however my body reacted differently, warmth surging through me. I fisted the quilt beneath me, she was sick. I needed to control myself.
I sighed and pulled back slightly, combing my fingers through my hair before twisting to take a seat on the edge of her bed. I slid a hand down my face, taking a chance to peak at her through my fingers. "You need to rest, Polaris, then tomorrow we will find you some proper healers, then hopefully you can leave this unnatural sickness behind" I sighed, frowning into my hand. What was this sickness? And how did it get hold of a High Fae?
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``Not a lot..,`` I whispered, watching him as he seemingly contemplated his options. The request truly had been an innocent one on my behalf, but clearly I had not realized the other presumptions that could be made; I had the alcohol to blame for that. Regardless, I really, really wanted him to lie down beside me despite how absurd it was for me to be thinking and wanting such a thing. It was true that it was really weird for me to be requesting/asking for such things from him or anyone else for that matter, but I knew it was not only the alcohol that was speaking. In response to his question, I nodded and smiled a little, almost sheepishly.
``I am resting,`` I pouted as I shifted to lay down on my back again, closing my eyes to make it further believable. After a few moments, I opened my eyes to look over at him, raising a single brow expectantly. I felt strangely upset that he had not obliged with my request for him to join me in the bed, even if a part of me simply wanted him close. My heart was racing in my chest this entire time while my headache continued to rage on, his words a reminder of how grave this situation could become. I continued to wait for him to do something, anything. If I was even the littlest sober, I definitelt would not have been so persistent in wanting him beside me. Was it the hidden desire and emotions I felt for him suddenly becoming apparent due to the alcohol? Maybe.. just maybe.. |
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