released from winter

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Wren Cloverbridge

    Sapphire to Gray
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released from winter
« on: May 09, 2018, 10:29:19 PM »
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A wash of Gray probes filled her small section of the hallway. Hovering along the walls and across the floor. So that she would know if anyone came near. Reflection in the closed window appearing far less perturbed than her soul did. Wren was confused. She didn’t know if she should round the corner into the infirmary hall or go back to her room. Yes, she needed answers!

No, no she had changed her mind.

Back and forth a few steps in one direction before her resolve would firm and she’d turn again. Only to have it fail once more. Leaving her to slink back in the opposite direction. So frustrated she was very nearly wearing holes into the carpet. Sparks of rage and sorrow turning her footsteps into weapons.

One hand rested on her stomach, because it writhed and twisted. Fingers curled into the front of her nightgown. The same one she had worn the day before. A thick cotton robe hanging haphazardly from her shoulders as she paced. Hair a loose braid that seemed ready to unwind any moment. She didn’t care. Feet bare on the carpet as she tried to make up her mind.

Torn! Torn as her damned heart felt. She stopped to stare out of the window. Frustrated to find it was a bright, warm day. The snow beginning to melt. The sort of day for lovers to stroll and children to play. It seemed a mockery to all she felt. Wanted, very much, for the weather to reflect her sadness. Wished dark rain clouds would fill the sky and thunder shake the floorboards.

It wasn’t a storm that came though. Her probes tingled as a now familiar figure crossed them. Too late to scamper off. River would surely have felt her presence already. Instead she swept the blonde plait of hair over her shoulder so it appeared less an incidental mess and more a purposeful styling. At least she hoped. Robe shrugged up over her bare shoulder just as he came around the corner.

She sucked her bottom lip and hoped he would keep going. In no mood to share her... moodiness. Not with an Ebon-gray warlord prince. She could barely contain herself, River would be too much. He was almost always too much. Wren had just learned that too much didn’t always mean bad or wrong.
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River Well

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Re: released from winter
« Reply #1 on: May 10, 2018, 08:47:57 AM »

He couldn't pin point the worry. Knew something was wrong, had gone wrong. It was more than the flurry in the house, chased away by Lady Crag's Grey, uninterested in challenging her. They both knew his Jewels outmatched her own. River just couldn't summon enough care to tangle with the other queen. He was much more interested in his own.

Something farther away barking at his heels like a bitter dog. Paced his room, and then the house. Probes chasing shadows, slinking beneath doors. Call but consuming the writhing mass of flesh they brought back from somewhere. Grey shields trying to trick him. Strange webs trying to trap him. River slunk away, hooks and needles annoying the back of his neck.

Lingered outside the door that was locked to him. Knocking did not permit entrance. Hands in pockets. Head rubbed against wood. Hands rubbing the sting on his neck and pulling at the hair on the back of his head. Wandered away again, only to find her gone when he came back. A lap around the house giving her time enough to escape him. Ebon-gray shrouding him, River went hunting for her.

Giggles muffled behind his craft.

Found her near the infirmary. Watched from an opposite corner as she wore the carpet thin, emotions pooling around her like Grey power. Probes, like shadows, stretching across the hallway to taste them. He'd only seen her unsettled once before, in Mira. Dark shields racing before and behind as he stepped out from around the corner, and out of his own shields. Walls thick with his power, sealing her in with him, and everyone else out.

She'd not be seeing that one before River did. Even if he had to lock her in her room.

"Wren," River crooned, whistle running through his nose as a door opened down the hallway. And promptly closed. Looked her over, long fingers drawing her robe tighter across her chest and stomach. "Were you sleep walking?" Felt the urge to squeeze and crush and smother. River breathed deeply between his nose and stepped on his own toes, rocking back on his heels so the back of his shoe cut deep atop the other.

Wren Cloverbridge

    Sapphire to Gray
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Re: released from winter
« Reply #2 on: May 14, 2018, 09:24:04 PM »
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No of course he was here for her. That was River’s only purpose at court. To be near the queen he wanted to serve. Breath heavy in her chest Wren swallowed a sigh. What did she have, though? Pathetic leashes, lack of self control, and abysmal social skills! She might never have a court of her own, a proper place for River and Willbe to serve. And always the dreaded possibility that more might come along!

River made a room around them. Sealing them in alone. She hunched her shoulders as he chirped her name. As if ducking might help her to hide. ”River,” Her voice shivered. Not afraid, but wary. Wishing she could run away like the others. People in the surrounding rooms. Ears pressed to their doors waiting for the queen and her warlord prince to move along.

She wasn’t ready, though! Realizing suddenly that he might be the means by which her questions were answered. Who could keep her out with River there? She watched his hands as they worked across the thin fabric of her robe. Tucked it even tighter herself so that none of the skin of her chest showed. ”Sleep walking?” She asked softly, tone writ with confusion. What in Hell did he mean? ”I’m not asleep!”

Couldn’t remember when the last time she really had was. Not in a few days, not really. Maybe naps when tears had given way to exhaustion.

”Do I look asleep?” Patting down the wild top of her hair she wondered if he was politely telling her she wasn’t fit to be out in public. Looking down at her clothes she tisked at herself. Maybe she wasn’t then… it didn’t matter. There were few strangers in this part of the big house. Fewer still down this hallway that smelled of healing craft and violence. Especially with her temper sullying the space.

Arms crossing over her chest she leaned against the window sill. Eyes glassy as she looked passed River to an unassuming wooden door. ”Who is he? Do you know?” No one seemed to. Iris did, she was sure, but Wren had not gone to her mentor for explanations yet. Her own temper too sharp to go prickling at Lady Crag’s with. Better to try finding out on her own.

River Well

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Re: released from winter
« Reply #3 on: June 02, 2018, 03:06:25 PM »

"You should be," he told her, watching her flesh disappear behind the robe. Good. River let his fingers skim across the bone that ran from the hollow of her throat to the softness of her shoulder. Wanted to grab and press and pull. Wanted her cool calm to swirl beneath him. But Wren was all unsettled temper. Biting his lip, River decided he would have to see to his own control. Had ways, of course. Had to have them. There were only a few who could match him.

And only Wren held his leash now.

"You look like you should be." Probes buffeting her barriers. What was wrong that she'd come to skulk in hallways. The same thing that itched and prickled at the back of his mind? Like someone trying to reach into his barriers. Breasts pressed down by her arm, River leaned in too. Shoulder bumping against the window sill. Eyes closing to block out the memory of what they looked like naked.

Tasted like in his mouth.

Temper unraveling at her question. Instincts prickled by the vacant, wet expression of her eyes. She was too tired. Too tempted. River pressed his temple hard to the sharp edge of the window frame. Skin aching, caught between wood and bone. Probes racing toward the sickroom door. Underneath it. Swarming the sick bed. Dark promise. The other warlord prince had already hurt one of River's. He wouldn't let him touch another.

Later. Later he'd give him a real warning.

"I'm not sure. Trouble. You should stay away from him." Long narrow fingers cupping her jaw line, River made her look at him. Glass vibrating in the frames that held it. The hallways rattled. "Wren." He wanted to shake her. River shoved his harder into the wood. Felt the skin start to part before he pulled away. "You're not to go in there alone, do you understand?" Jewels that couldn't touch hers, but River didn't care. She was his. Willby's broken wrist was more than enough.

He didn't want her in there at all.

"Why are you so interested?" Maybe Lady Crag's guest wouldn't be going home after all. River remembered his power carefully siphoned into a web not of Wren's weaving. "He's something to the lady, but I'll still kill him if needful." Whatever she wanted. Anything she wanted.

Wren Cloverbridge

    Sapphire to Gray
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Re: released from winter
« Reply #4 on: June 04, 2018, 11:02:15 PM »
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”You should be.” Wren said back, less sharply than intended. Voice hollow instead of heated. Brows kissing over her nose as she looked him over. She didn’t want to sleep. There was no rest in it now. Only dreams. Some of them her own, some of them scenes borrowed from Barbra’s mind. None of them sweet.

River wasn’t being sweet today either. Lips pursing she craned her neck to frown up at him. Pushing back against the probes he knocked her barriers with. Wondered belatedly if it would make him angry; the possibility sending a tingle of fear up her spine. It mixed with the layers of guilt and the fresh dose of shame his judgement of her current state brought. Made her want to run away from him. Down the hall to hide back behind her bedroom door perhaps. Or farther. Out into the fields to see if he could catch her with those long legs.

Being offended and angry with him was an easier emotion to focus on. Much better than being sad. She stomped at the carpet under her feet as if that could stop his rushing probes. Had already delved her own around the cracks of the door. To afraid the warlord prince on the other side would sense her if she went any deeper. Now she wondered if there was any answer to River’s presence there. His warning making her assume so. ”Why?”

Lip stiff it poked out in a pout Wren couldn’t quite suck back in. Not with the way River held her chin up. The familiar warmth in his eyes stirring her own to water. She didn’t want him looking so close. Not while she was such a mess. Not when she couldn’t control what he might see behind her own lashes. Knowing that she would normally agree didn’t keep her from picking a fight now. ”He can’t do anything to  me. Especially if he’s hurt.”  The shivering window panes was a warning, but not the reason she softened.

With a sigh she pressed her fingers between his head and the corner of the window frame. Skin red where he let the wood dig in. ”Stop that.” Ridiculous boy. Telling her what to do when he couldn’t even keep his own head on right. ”I don’t want to go in alone, anyway. But I am going to talk to that man before he leaves here.”

There was no perhaps or maybes. No uncertainty of the fact at all. She had to know, whatever he knew. If anything at all. With a startled sound she looked up at River again. Fingers tangling in the front of his shirt. ”You will not!” He was too tall to pull closer so she stepped towards him instead. Voice low and thoughtful again. ”He was there,” The words stuck in her throat. Hand falling from his chest to cross her own. Fingers pinching at her upper arms to hold herself. ”He knows what happened to my mother.”

River Well

    Sapphire to Ebon-gray
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Re: released from winter
« Reply #5 on: June 22, 2018, 10:25:45 PM »

”Pffft,” River blew through his lips. They smacked wetly as he smirked. ”Don’t be like that.” A giggle rising after the scolding. He was not tired. Or at least not as tired as Wren looked. But River knew better than to say as much. You didn’t tell a woman she looked anything but perfect, and never, ever tired. Even if she was scowling mess of bad temper and tired.

The pair of them matched toe to toe in that. Foul moods for the both of them. Lips pursing, River eased up on Wren’s barriers. Bitten by her retaliation. It didn’t hurt, not really, but it was frustrating to want in and not be allowed. Instead he sought out other prey. Probes slipping from Wren’s barriers to rush the room she was so interested in. Unfazed by her stomping, though it made River laugh. The windows vibrating in tune with his giggling.

”Because!” River didn’t know why. Because he said. Because he wanted. Because he was unnerved and Wren was not her usual self to soothe him. Touching helped. Skin soft under his thumb. He didn’t like the way her eyes watered, though. Made him want to pull the door down and set the room on fire. So much temptation. It was hard for River to hold on to his control. Easier when he sharpened his focus with pain.

”That’s not safe. You shouldn’t underestimate him.” He wouldn’t hurt Wren because River wouldn’t allow it. Willbe hadn’t unscathed. His Purple Dusk didn’t come close to Wren’s Grey. But warlord princes were sly and dangerous. River knew that better than anyone. He loved destroying those who underestimated him most. His nostrils whistled, the hard press of his head stopped by her fingers. ”Fine.” He conceded bitterly. He’d stop.

For now.

”Good.” That had his attention. River stood up away from the window sill. Perkier now that she had agreed to not go in alone. He didn’t like that she wanted to go in at all, but so long as he could go with her. Be her shield. He yelped, when she grabbed him. A soft, startled sound, eyes wide as he looked down at her. Hard to do with her standing so close. River nearly went cross eyed from trying. ”Wren!” He hissed, wondering what she was about.

Hands worrying over her own. Trying to keep her from hurting herself. Now it was River’s turn to crowd. The prickling more intense now. He breathed in her hair, fingers pressing into the backs of her arms. As if he could fold her. Tip her back so she faced him.

”What about your mother, Wren?” In their frames the windows crackled. What had he done? Maybe they would go see the other prince now.

Wren Cloverbridge

    Sapphire to Gray
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Re: released from winter
« Reply #6 on: July 10, 2018, 01:12:34 PM »
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They were dangerous in the hall together. Wills struggling against one another. It was her responsibility to keep them both from crossing any lines. Made harder by her status as an apprentice. There were more lines in a house that wasn’t your own. But Wren knew she wasn’t ready for a court of her own. Especially now as she watched helplessly while River’s brow twist up as he tried to give her a reason.

”You shouldn’t underestimate me.” She sassed back. Of course it wasn’t safe. There was no such thing. Danger was everywhere, waiting for its chance to get them all. That strange wheezing sound prickling along her skin. Reminding Wren that in this place, maybe even in all the world, River was the greatest danger of all.

Greatest to her, for certain, since she couldn’t seem to part with him. Or help him to control himself. Agreeing to stop his head knocking with a petulance that promised he would take it up again if she left. They would just have to stay together then, until she was ready to go see the mysterious other prince. When River’s temper was better. When she didn’t look like a sleepwalker. She was too caught up in the anticipation to think.

Ready to siphon off some of her own emotion and River so willing to have it. Intentionally or not. There was something soothing about his annoyance. Like a big bubble over her that she could scream into without anyone else hearing. Except River. He would hear. So she didn’t scream. She let him play his hands over her twisting ones. Leaned her head towards the nose he stuck in the strands. He tried to move back so he could see her face but Wren didn’t want him to! Stepping forward again to bury what she’d said in the hollow of his chest.
”Nothing.” That was what her mother was now. Nothing but a memory. ”It’s nothing we didn’t know would happen. He just knows the how. And I want to know too. Later. Not now.” She held his shirt tight. Not sure she could keep him from darting off his temper rose. And sure that it would. Touching, Iris had advised, was the best way to get their attention. Looking over her shoulder as if she expected an audience she reach up to catch his chin. Turn his face down. ”Let’s go back to my room. You can make sure no one wakes me up.”

River Well

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Re: released from winter
« Reply #7 on: July 14, 2018, 11:04:57 AM »

Surprised, River let go of Wren's hands. Arms settling around her as she buried whatever troubles she had against his chest. His shields tightened, rushing up the hallways until they were sealed in close. Ebon-grey walls to keep everyone else out. Not a sound or glimpse to escape them. Hands swarming her back, fingers catching in her hair.

River stilled, lips leaving the crown of her head to look down the hall, as if he would be standing in the doorway, waiting for their judgment.

"Does he?" He whispered, arms loosening around her. They could find out, split his head open and pull off any parts of his body that might have helped do the deed. At least now River knew what that infernal itching along his barriers had been. Wished he didn't. Wished it hadn't had to happen.

Wren was grabbing at him. Fists in his shirt, yanking at him and demanding his attention. River looked down, drawn by her hand. Body stirring at the touch, already awake from her nearness. From his very existence. Always almost ready. Hers rooms. River smiled, fierce and feral and kissed her hand.

"Okay." A chance to shepherd and guard. River let Wren go so he could usher her back to her rooms. Hand slipping down the front of his pants to adjust himself. He wouldn't bother her with that, she needed rest. And River needed to think. Her door locked and barred by his Ebon-grey, so not even Wren could keep herself from resting.

He tucked her into bed, pulling off her robe once she was under the blankets, so he couldn't see and couldn't be tempted. Chair pulled up to her bedside, River sat, hands clasped in his lap, head tilted back so he could stare at the ceiling. Pensive position given up before a candlemark had passed. River crawled into the bed with her, on top of the blankets, and curled his body against her back, arms tight around her, face buried in her hair.

Breathed deep. His. They'd face the other one together. Find out the secrets of her mother's death.

River just wished she hadn't had to die at all.

 

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