Damien Hughes (D)
Deceased
Future Marquis d'Maurier; House Hughes
Son of Luc and Giselle Hughes. Former ship Captain
Posts: 597
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Post by Damien Hughes (D) on Jul 11, 2008 14:54:30 GMT -5
I nodded not saying anything and letting him take his leave. I wanted to chase him down and throw my fists in his face, destroying that pretty look he wore. Instead I stood there like an idiot.
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Jul 11, 2008 18:16:05 GMT -5
Taking my leave, I went back to the bathing room and knocked softly on the door.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jul 11, 2008 18:46:11 GMT -5
I'd tried washing myself before now, but between the intense tremble of my entire body and Maralines caring nature, she'd taken over by the time I'd gotten to my legs. I was mortified and I think she knew it, but she didn't comment, just kept chattering on about how well her daughter was doing, how Prince Augustin was such a smart match. He was very handsome too, she reminded me at least half a dozen times, and commented on how nice she thought my cousin was.
The knock at the door shocked me enough that I jumped, splashing water over the edge of the tub and down the front of Maralines dress. "Oh gods, I'm so sorry," I said as I tried to stand, then abruptly sat back down as my arms didn't want to hold me. She waved me off and went to answer the door, cracking it open a few inches before opening it just enough to allow whoever it was in. I turned enough that I could see Augusts face and gasped; I looked horrible, so horrible.
"August," I said softly, unwilling to ask him to leave just because I didn't like how I looked. I was exhausted, my stomach was cramping again, and I felt like crying fresh tears.
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Jul 11, 2008 18:53:27 GMT -5
I forced down the fear at how she looked that froze my heart before it could show. She was sicker than she’d been letting on, I should have known.
Instead, I walked in the bathroom, a soft smile on my lips. “Hello love,” I said, going to her. “I spoke to Damien, he says he’s fine, just tired and still recovering. I believe him.” I knelt down by the tub, avoiding the water on the floor. “Your room should be done soon, are you ready to get out?”
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jul 11, 2008 21:38:45 GMT -5
"Past ready," I said, feeling incredibly relieved that he wasn't trying to encourage me to stay in here. I was shivering still, trembling through the cold of the water. "I just..." A frustrated noise came from my chest, and I could feel tears welling in my eyes. "I just don't know if I can stand on my own, but I can't stay in here any longer, and I've soaked Maraline, and, gods..." I closed my eyes, my stomach cramping up again, the pain intensifying.
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Jul 11, 2008 21:43:28 GMT -5
“Shhh,” I whispered softly. Reaching in, I slipped my arms around her and lifted her out of the bath. “This is what I’m here for love.”
Smiling, I cradled her wet body against me and moved to sit in a chair. Maraline hurried over with a thick towel and wrapped it around Miri as much as she could.
“Thank you Maraline. Will you go and ask them to close most of the windows in her room now that it’s aired out? And start a fire, I don’t want her to get a chill.” The woman nodded and hurried off.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jul 12, 2008 13:55:22 GMT -5
I felt too horrible, to weak to even protest at him dipping his still-clothed arms into the water to help lift me out. I huddled against him as a towel was placed around me, hearing them talk, but I didn't listen. Tears overtook me and I sobbed into his chest, feeling exhausted and sick, my stomach, throat and head hurting ontop of feeling like I was frozen to the bone. I tried keeping my sobbing quiet, but it was so hard to, and I didn't have much energy or willpower to try overlong.
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Jul 12, 2008 13:58:03 GMT -5
Once we were alone, I shifted my grip so I was hugging her to me, body rocking slightly as I sought to soothe her.
“It’s alright, my love,” I murmured, a little frightened by her breakdown. I continued to murmur soft words of love and reassurance as I used the towel to dry her off.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jul 12, 2008 14:51:40 GMT -5
My hand tangled in his shirt at some point while I cried, pouring all the emotions I'd kept bottled up in me since the onslaught of the sickness. The exhaustion too wasn't helping; for all I wanted to stop, it seemed I ended up crying more.
Eventually I cried myself out, finally calming, but not moving from where I half sat, half laid on him. "I'm sorry," I murmured, my voice thick with the tears I'd shed.
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Jul 12, 2008 16:51:23 GMT -5
“You have nothing to apologize for my love, not a single thing,” I whispered. Her body was as dry as I could get it in this position, and I was doing my best to squeeze the water from her hair.
“Shall we get you in front of the fire and warm you up?”
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jul 13, 2008 9:23:51 GMT -5
I sighed softly, gingerly lifting my head off his chest so I could nod. "Please, yes," I murmured. I was finally beginning to warm from his body heat alone, and I admit I was reluctant to get up, but at the same time I felt I should try. "I think I can walk," I said, moving to uncurl my legs from over his thigh and stand.
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Jul 13, 2008 11:57:09 GMT -5
“Well, keep thinking it because I’m not taking a chance,” I said, pulling her against me again as I stood and carried her into her room.
The servants had done a wonderful job and the whole room had a fresh, late spring feel to it.
“Isn’t this nice,” I commented, carrying her over to in front of the merrily burning fire and setting her into a soft chair.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jul 15, 2008 14:39:19 GMT -5
"Lovely," I murmured as I curled up into the chair, my knees drawn up to my chest as I pulled the towel closer around me. I looked up at him for a long moment, my tears have dried back in the bathing room, though my stomach still cramped horribly and my throat hurt. "I love you, August," I said softly, tenderly, the emotion in my voice the same as what my words said. "I love you, and I cannot wait to bear your children."
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Jul 15, 2008 15:50:28 GMT -5
“And I love you, Mirielle,” I replied, smiling. I leaned down and before she could protest, kissed her tenderly.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jul 17, 2008 12:13:51 GMT -5
I made a noise as his lips met mine, a building arguement that he shouldn't, but it failed inside my throat as I fell into the joy that was his lips. I didn't press to deepen the kiss at all, no matter how much I wanted to, merely enjoyed what he offered unasked. I'd meant it when I said I couldn't wait to bear his children; I'd always wanted a family, children and a loving husband. It was so close now that I could weep for the happiness of it, and with my childhood friend as well. If he asked, I'd light my candle before we were married, but I would never broach the subject myself. No, I would temper myself and wait, no matter how difficult it may be.
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Jul 17, 2008 13:31:17 GMT -5
I rested my forehead against hers after the kiss broke. “I needed that,” I whispered, smiling.
“Let me get you a dry blanket instead of the damp towel, alright?”
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jul 21, 2008 11:54:16 GMT -5
I drew a deep breath and closed my eyes after the kiss parted, feeling more relaxed, if still incredibly tired and weak. "Alright," I said, reopening my eyes and offering him a smile. I reached one hand out from under the blanket and touched his cheek, stroking my fingers across his elegant, handsome features before tucking my arm back in again, chilled still.
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Jul 21, 2008 14:41:06 GMT -5
Trying not to expose her skin to the air too long, I quickly switched out the towel for a thick, warm blanket.
Then I looked down at myself, and realized how wet my clothes were. I pulled off my shirt and laid it on a chair near the fire to dry. The pants would just have to dry on me, though they were only a little damp.
I went and knelt by Miri. “Is there anything you want or need before I get you back to bed?”
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jul 21, 2008 16:00:02 GMT -5
I rested my head back against the chair after giving him a thankful smile, my eyelids feeling heavy. The fires heat felt incredibly nice, and for the first time in hours I felt myself starting to warm. My eyes followed August, and when he stripped his shirt off I barely held back a smile; gods, he was gorgeous. The line of his face, the strength of muscle in his chest and abs and arms. It was such a shame I was sick, though I supposed the very fact I was thinking like this was testiment that I was beginning to feel better. The thought almost made me laugh. Almost.
"No, you've done too much for me already," I murmured softly before I reached out, gently drawing my hand over his shoulder. "I'm ready now, I think."
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Jul 22, 2008 0:12:15 GMT -5
Gods forgive me but the touch of her hand on my bare shoulder brought such a rise of desire inside me that I almost moaned. I caught myself though.
“Then to bed it is,” I said, smiling. I gathered her up again and carried her to her bed, laying her down and pulling the covers up around her.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jul 22, 2008 12:38:33 GMT -5
I sighed softly as he laid me down in my bed, though naked as I still was, the sheets were cold and I immediately missed the warmth of the fire. Reaching out, I caught up his hand before he could pull too far away, holding it with my own and drawing my thumb over the back of his hand. "Are you going back to the Palace?" I asked, looking up at him.
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Jul 22, 2008 13:00:45 GMT -5
“Eventually, but I’ll stay until you sleep if you’d like,” I said, smiling at her. sleep…gods, I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d had any.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jul 22, 2008 23:58:23 GMT -5
I couldn't answer for a moment as a yawn overtook me, and I stifled it as much as I could before refocusing on him. "Lay with me, please," I begged softly, a ghosting hint of a smile crossing my mouth.
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Jul 23, 2008 0:00:13 GMT -5
“Of course, my love,” I said, smiling. I moved to lay beside her on the bed after kicking my boots off, wrapping my arm over and cuddling close to her. “How is this?”
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jul 23, 2008 0:31:39 GMT -5
"Very nice," I murmured as I shifted back against him, feeling the warmth of his bare chest against my nude back. My breath caught as I tried to reign in the sharp spike of desire that rose in me, reminding myself not only of my illness but that he wanted to wait til after marriage. "I'm glad you came back," I murmured, half afraid he'd hear it in my voice.
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Jul 23, 2008 0:36:55 GMT -5
“The gods couldn’t have kept me away,” I replied, fighting the desire that rose at the feel of her. I was so grateful for my breeches as my body responded inappropriately to being so close to her, she was ill after all. “I love you Mirielle.”
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jul 23, 2008 12:21:30 GMT -5
I smiled softly, my eyes slipping closed as exhaustion began to truly take me over. "I love you too August, more than ever," I said, my hand reaching up to find his, twining my fingers with his.
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Jul 23, 2008 12:49:30 GMT -5
“Dream sweetly, my love,” I whispered, feeling exhaustion beginning to try and take me. maybe I could sleep just a little….
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jul 23, 2008 14:27:18 GMT -5
"Always, when I have you here, my heart," I whispered back. Within the next moment I was sleeping soundly, feeling for the first time since getting sick that I was safe and secure, that nothing would happen to me.
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Jul 23, 2008 14:46:12 GMT -5
I listened to the soft, steady sound of her breathing. Her fever had broken and I knew how important that was. I couldn’t bear the thought of leaving her again just yet, so I let myself relax and drift into sleep. I would wake myself up in a couple hours, but right now I needed to be here, with her, protecting her and keeping her safe.
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