Post by Eros Shahrizai de Amodour on Oct 25, 2009 16:46:06 GMT -5
Wild flowers. Who didn't love wild flowers, growing so free and flowing in the wind! It was magical and I adored it, who wouldn't. I thought about the character from one of my novels, the sweet and innocent princess that picked them while she waited for her love to return and conquer the evil monster that kept her locked away. It was such a grand story, rife with intrigue and romance. As I picked them, gathering them into my basket as I thought about all the rooms that would benefit from their pretty petals. I began to sing to myself as I walked, picking up a variety of colours.
“This way, that way, round the bend, in the morning we'll still be friends!” I sang, making up words to my own tune.
As my basket filled I thought of other things I would do this day, at the moment I was trying to keep away from the house as to not have another lecture about hanging garlic from the door frames. But how would I keep out the demons! I told my grandfather this, and my uncle, they both muttered something about my mother and told me to stop. But I wouldn't of course, that would be silly, I mean they seemed to be working so far, no demons in the house!
Spinning and dancing, I pranced along the field till I felt my stomach rumble and knew that it would soon be lunch and I should return to sneak some food before my other cousins were there. I always hated eating with them. Erie seemed immune to their snickering, but it always bothered me.
Walking at a meandering pace I went to the barn first to find some twine in order to tie the bouquets. Once I had I took my basket and the twine to the stacks of hay and began to seperate them into bunches. I had been so focused that I jumped when I heard the shuffle of feet entering; something that happened often, I tended to get so focused on my own things I forgot about the world around me. When I looked up I saw the ugly face of my distant cousin Raul. I hated him, more then I did my other cousins, his mother was Shahrizai and had gone to Aragonia to wed a diplomat there, but he often came to Kusheth to foster during the summers.
“I... I didn't see you there.” I said looking away from him back to my bunch as I cleverly tied the twine. I hoped that if I didn't look at him, or didn't pay much attention to him, he'd leave me be. He always stared at me funny, with a stupid little grin I didn't understand. What else was new though, all the adults told me a twelve year old didn't know much. Apparently at fifteen Raul knew more.
“What are you doing?” He asked as he slow drew closer to me.
“Making bunches of flowers for the house.” I replied, still focusing on my work.
“Why?” He asked. “Isn't that what servants do?” I scoffed.
“Mayhap, if they wish, but that doesn't mean I can't as well.” I rolled my eyes.
“Oh.” He answered, uncaring, drawing closer still, till he was right beside me.
“You look lovely today.” He said as he sat down next to me, too close for comfort so I shifted a little and moved over. He just moved with me, turning his body so that his hip pressed against mine and his chest to my arm. I furrowed my brows, unsure as to why he needed to be so close to me.
“Uh, thank you.” I replied but maintained my focus, only glancing out the corner of my eye to see if he was still looking at me with that look.
“You always look beautiful, radiant. You're not like the others here.” He whispered, leaning in and pressing his face to my neck, he inhaled and then exhaled, sending a shiver through me. My shoulder twitched involuntarily, bumping him in the chin as I tried to move away from him.
“Whats the matter?” He asked softly, a smile on his lips. “I'm not going to hurt you, I just think you smell wonderful, like spring.” He smiled a little more gently, and I tried to relax, smiling in return as I put my first bouquet down.
“Thank you.” I echoed again, picking up another bunch.
“I'm surprised that you're so up tight.” He then whispered, his voice going deep and ragged as his hand reached out and played over my clothed thigh. The new feeling sending a shocking sensation to between my legs.
“What do you mean?” I asked, my leg moving a little as if to brush him away.
“I just mean, I was sure you wouldn't be new at this.” He chuckled. “Aren't all Shahrizai woman loose from a young age.” I made a look of shock and rose, pushing past him. It became aware of what he wanted, and I wasn't sure I was happy with where things we're going.
“I don't know,” I said looking back at him. “Was your mother a whore?” I asked, glaring at him. His smile faltered and he rose up, coming after me and as quickly as I saw him coming toward me he knocked me down, his body pinning mine.
“Don't you dare talk about my mother like that.” He said angerily. “Besides, you're the one who's mother is as mad as a hatter!” He laughed, his hands tight around my wrists as I struggled beneath him.
“Aww, come on little cousin, just a kiss.” He pursed his lips and pressed toward me, seaching for my own with his eyes still closed.
“This way, that way, round the bend, in the morning we'll still be friends!” I sang, making up words to my own tune.
As my basket filled I thought of other things I would do this day, at the moment I was trying to keep away from the house as to not have another lecture about hanging garlic from the door frames. But how would I keep out the demons! I told my grandfather this, and my uncle, they both muttered something about my mother and told me to stop. But I wouldn't of course, that would be silly, I mean they seemed to be working so far, no demons in the house!
Spinning and dancing, I pranced along the field till I felt my stomach rumble and knew that it would soon be lunch and I should return to sneak some food before my other cousins were there. I always hated eating with them. Erie seemed immune to their snickering, but it always bothered me.
Walking at a meandering pace I went to the barn first to find some twine in order to tie the bouquets. Once I had I took my basket and the twine to the stacks of hay and began to seperate them into bunches. I had been so focused that I jumped when I heard the shuffle of feet entering; something that happened often, I tended to get so focused on my own things I forgot about the world around me. When I looked up I saw the ugly face of my distant cousin Raul. I hated him, more then I did my other cousins, his mother was Shahrizai and had gone to Aragonia to wed a diplomat there, but he often came to Kusheth to foster during the summers.
“I... I didn't see you there.” I said looking away from him back to my bunch as I cleverly tied the twine. I hoped that if I didn't look at him, or didn't pay much attention to him, he'd leave me be. He always stared at me funny, with a stupid little grin I didn't understand. What else was new though, all the adults told me a twelve year old didn't know much. Apparently at fifteen Raul knew more.
“What are you doing?” He asked as he slow drew closer to me.
“Making bunches of flowers for the house.” I replied, still focusing on my work.
“Why?” He asked. “Isn't that what servants do?” I scoffed.
“Mayhap, if they wish, but that doesn't mean I can't as well.” I rolled my eyes.
“Oh.” He answered, uncaring, drawing closer still, till he was right beside me.
“You look lovely today.” He said as he sat down next to me, too close for comfort so I shifted a little and moved over. He just moved with me, turning his body so that his hip pressed against mine and his chest to my arm. I furrowed my brows, unsure as to why he needed to be so close to me.
“Uh, thank you.” I replied but maintained my focus, only glancing out the corner of my eye to see if he was still looking at me with that look.
“You always look beautiful, radiant. You're not like the others here.” He whispered, leaning in and pressing his face to my neck, he inhaled and then exhaled, sending a shiver through me. My shoulder twitched involuntarily, bumping him in the chin as I tried to move away from him.
“Whats the matter?” He asked softly, a smile on his lips. “I'm not going to hurt you, I just think you smell wonderful, like spring.” He smiled a little more gently, and I tried to relax, smiling in return as I put my first bouquet down.
“Thank you.” I echoed again, picking up another bunch.
“I'm surprised that you're so up tight.” He then whispered, his voice going deep and ragged as his hand reached out and played over my clothed thigh. The new feeling sending a shocking sensation to between my legs.
“What do you mean?” I asked, my leg moving a little as if to brush him away.
“I just mean, I was sure you wouldn't be new at this.” He chuckled. “Aren't all Shahrizai woman loose from a young age.” I made a look of shock and rose, pushing past him. It became aware of what he wanted, and I wasn't sure I was happy with where things we're going.
“I don't know,” I said looking back at him. “Was your mother a whore?” I asked, glaring at him. His smile faltered and he rose up, coming after me and as quickly as I saw him coming toward me he knocked me down, his body pinning mine.
“Don't you dare talk about my mother like that.” He said angerily. “Besides, you're the one who's mother is as mad as a hatter!” He laughed, his hands tight around my wrists as I struggled beneath him.
“Aww, come on little cousin, just a kiss.” He pursed his lips and pressed toward me, seaching for my own with his eyes still closed.