Didn't Mean to Fall For You

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Peitar

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Didn't Mean to Fall For You
« on: October 07, 2018, 05:27:14 PM »

Laughter filled the corridor as a the group of warriors filled it. All filing in after a morning of sweat and blood on the sparring field. Not everyone had managed to prove their mettle, however. A less exuberant few pushed their way passed the chuckling victors that had won their matches.

Peitar was in the center of the throng. Slick from the exertion but smiling. He had won twice. Once against a rambunctious pup. The second time against an old friend, who he stood chatting with then. Arms crossed over his bare chest while one described a particularly vicious spare for the other. By his boot heels Dog sat patiently. Head turned up as if she were listening too. Tail wagging.

Until one of the pouting male tempers charged by. With a yelp Dog scooted around to sit on Peitar’s toes. Offended tail curling over her back. ”Watch what you’re doing!” He warned. The young man snorted. Some offensive smear about Ilithian letting animals into the house on his lips before he lashed out with a foot.

It was too unexpected for Peitar to stop. But he felt the other man’s heel bump his shin and was growling by the time Dog whimpered again. Used to days in the sun sparring his trainees the warlord prince had energy to spare despite his two rounds on the field. He didn’t lash out with weapons this time, though. Not in such a confined space. Dog felt him tensing to leap and picked up where his growl left off. Slim body moving aside as her master lunged. His weight more than enough to bring the other male down.

A warlord of little significance as far as Peitar could tell. Not that he did much probing, unless his fist against the idiots face counted. Between the animal and the men the corridor rang with snarls. Shoulder to his hip Dog vibrated with all the outrage Peitar felt. Waiting for his instruction, but he didn’t need help. His opponent had lost his match and his temper for a reason. He was a coward. Devolving into tears and hiding his battered face behind his arms. The other men stood back to watch. Peitar forget they were there.

Forgot there was anything in the world beyond the feel of his fist missing its mark. Hands scratching at scalp and shoulders to get in another shot. Teeth bared and world dark. Only the sound of his poor kicked dog growling and the smell of blood. With a sob the arms gave way and Peitar cocked his own back for another blow. Instead of swinging down it collided with someone behind him. There was a bevy of curses and bodies rushing forward. With a yelp Dog jumped over his legs to reach whoever he had hit. A strong probe laying out the scene of Dog going over the window. Teeth holding tight to what must have been Lillian’s skirts. ”Shit!”

Kicking up from the floor Peitar launched out of the window too. ’I don’t fly’. That was what Lillian had said, and Ilithian had compared it to his blindness. Couldn't fly and he'd just knocked her out the window. Mercy, Mother Night, mercy.

Lillian

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Re: Didn't Mean to Fall For You
« Reply #1 on: October 07, 2018, 06:00:23 PM »

They had been sparing. Lillian had heard them all the way in her room where she had been filling a trunk with new clothes bought or borrowed. Waited until the training fields had cleared to go down out and check on Elessar. Hoping to catch him mostly alone so her fussing wouldn’t make him a spectacle.

Lillian never made it quite that far. Withdrawn by the press of so many bodies, she had instant misgivings about her choice of paths. Eyrien warriors wandering back in, sweat slick and stinking of violence and glee. It made her anxious, and almost grateful to catch a familiar scent. Except the only one of the men she knew was currently pummeling some boy to tears.

”Prince Peitar!” Lillian cried, rushing forward in dismay to stop him. Not far to reach to grab his arm before he struck again. Poor warlord wailing beneath him, wet eyes pleading with Lillian over Peitar’s shoulder. And catch him she did. Fingers slipping away from arm as her nose caught the full force of his elbow. Lillian grunted in surprise, pain blossoming across her face. Her hands cupped that pain, filling with blood as she took a stumbling step backward.

Hands brushing her. A dozen male voices bouncing around in her head. Lillian shied from one grip, tripping over her own twitching wing as she did. Heel striking the low window sill. For warriors to stream from, Ilithian had said. Lillian had thought the idea terrifying then, and she did now. Twice as much since it was was her falling backward out of it with a scream.

Lillian’s skirts jerked, halting her downward momentum and jerking one of her wings open. Not wide, not fully. It bent inward, around her shoulder rather than out from it, sail flapping uselessly. She tried not to kick, or thrash, but her skirts began tearing, the sound loud before she dropped. Her panic was a wide open thing. A psychic scream of pure, unfiltered terror, not a single barrier raised to contain it.

Lillian was frightened of heights, but she was afraid of falling more.

Peitar

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Re: Didn't Mean to Fall For You
« Reply #2 on: October 07, 2018, 10:15:15 PM »

Wings tight to his back Peitar angled towards the sound of Lillian’s screams. Once he had been a master of death defying dives. Combining fearlessness and strength. Reckless and ready to die in service to his homeland. These days he couldn’t fly without a guide. No fancy tricks or stunts. Even though his wings were still strong. As strong as they had been when he survived Khaldaron or a thousand battles. Massive black sails that didn’t need wind; could keep him airborn by making their own.

He fell faster than they did. Heavier and streamlining his body. Arms stretched out as if he were diving into water. First he felt Dog. Fingers wrapping around a paw. Pulling her to him, trying to shove down between his knees. In a panic she flailed and scratched at his bare chest. Yelping fearfully even though they had flown together before. This was not that, she knew that she was falling and fear turned her into a base animal. She clawed her way back up. Seeking the comfort of his shoulder to hide against. The same way she did on stormy nights when thunder rattled their cabin.

He couldn’t fight her. Couldn’t settle her down or comfort her. He needed his arms free for Lillian. It was wrong. Peitar had made hard choices before. Lost a brother and a mother for the greater good. Gritting his teeth he swallowed a sob. Wrapping her in his best shield he kissed Dog on the head then let her drop.

All his insides went with her. Heart, stomach, all of it. Ears ringing with the sound of her yelping until it stopped. He couldn’t think of anything but how shit his shields were. Peitar yanked Lillian closer.

Something popped against his mouth. Was she flailig? Torn skirts wrapped around his arms. It was hard to catch Lillian without being able to see. His probes were useless in the air. No way to determine how close they were to the ground. ”I’ve got you!” With a snap his wings spread wide. Air a deep rumble as it beat against the dark membranes. Like a pebble from a slingshot they rocketed outward instead of down. But it didn’t last long. Gravity pulled him to the bottom. Arms trying to do what his shields wouldn’t and protect the queen. Before he could work the Craft to lighten their bodies the ground rose up to meet them. Hot pain flashed a daze of colored lights across his vision. His own shields a moment too late to ease the impact.

”Ah. Ah fuck.” Peitar knew something was broken. A familiar enough intensity of pain. His entire side was on fire. Agony from his neck to his hip. Shoulder, arm, wing… he didn’t want to know which. Stomach a trembling stone in his groin he tried not to wretch. Letting go of Lillian he probed around her instead. Alive. She was alive. ”You okay?” He shook her, in case she was unconscious. Ran his hand up over her face and felt sticky blood. ”Mother Night. What the Hell were you thinking, girl.” Ridiculous woman! Anger started to replace fear. Who went sticking their head in a fight. Groaning he rolled them both onto their sides with a slew of curses. Tears blistering out of his eyes. The pain would have to wait. He had fallen from higher and been broken worse. Probes frantic he washed a wide circle around them. ”Dog, do you see her? Do you see my dog, Lillian?” He was afraid to call her. Scared she wouldn’t answer. Or that she would try to come if he did, hurt or not.

Lillian

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Re: Didn't Mean to Fall For You
« Reply #3 on: October 08, 2018, 06:04:37 AM »

It was Dog. Lillian screamed again. Skirts giving away, but not before Lillian’s weight dragged the poor creature out the window. Lillian did kick then, thrashing as she tried to reach Dog. Or Kori, as she’d been thinking of renaming her before all this awful business. Lillian reached, slapping her useless wing away, then flinched as a warrior came shooting out of the window after them.

Another short scream before she realized it was Peitar. He fought with Dog in the air.  The frightened animal climbing his chest while he reached for Lillian. She reached back, wind whipping her terrified sobs away, legs kicking one of her wings open and spinning her. Lillian squealed, and then shouted when her open arms caught Dog instead of Peitar.

Gasping she buried her face in the warm red fur and tried to make a shield for them. It was hard to rise above her fear, to make her mind work outside the panic. Her body jerked, rough hands grasping as her and making Lillian shy. She squeezed Dog tighter, felt her wing catch up against him before they pinned down again. Momentum slowed, they swung away from the Eyrie’s walls. Lillian’s stomach lurched at the sensation.

And then they dropped. Lillian managed a single buffer around herself and dog before they struck. A shield half cast and hardly half formed, it shattered when they struck, knocking whatever breath she had in her body out. Crying still, she unlocked her body which was curled tight around Dog and being shook by Peitar. Face met by Peitar’s hand as soon as she tipped it to the air. Gasping, Lillian flinched away from him.

”Yes! Stop that!” Better if he didn’t go poking her in the tender parts of her face. Rolled by him, Lillian kept going, until she could sit up, head spinning and wings twitching. One slapped him again, spasming against her back. ”Sorry.” She mumbled, tucking it away.

”I was just trying to stop you from killing that poor warlord.” She huffed. Dabbing at the blood on her face, Lillian look over at him, sprawled out in the dirt and cursing up a storm. And asking about his dog. Lillian smiled and shook her head.

”Yes. Here.” Fingers smeared with her own blood and matted with Dog’s fur, Lillian tucked them into his hand and gave a tug until she could pull it to her lap and press it into the fur there. Hand traveling down his arm to his elbow to help him sit up. Her ears were ringing still, and the ground seemed storm tossed beneath her, but she was alive. The sight of his wing made her nauseous again though.

”Peitar, you’re wing is at an awful angle.” Lillian told him, palm running over his elbow, calming craft pooling around both of them. She was very sure she was going to faint again.

Peitar

    Opal to Sapphire
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    The Blind Prince
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Re: Didn't Mean to Fall For You
« Reply #4 on: October 08, 2018, 12:14:56 PM »

”He deserved it!” Peitar bellowed. Raw emotion driving him when he felt split by pain. He hadn’t planned to kill that pup. Just beat the ever-loving shit out of him until there was no room left for anything but thanks for mercy. ”Kill yourself over a dog kicking arsehole. Fine way to go, Lillian, a damn fine way to go.”

His whining devolved into worry as he sought his favorite girl. Hands overeager at Lillian’s answer. Here where? He scooted over, still curled over himself and laid on the ground. The sticky fingers leading his to a sleek, pleasantly familiar fur. ”Oh there’s my girl. Hi baby. It’s alright. We’re alright now.” He crooned, blunt nails scratching at the shivering skin. Too frightened to do anything more than ball up in Lillian’s lap. He didn’t try to coax her out.

With the queen’s help he rose to his knees. Wing tip splayed on the ground and draggin. Hissing with the pain he came even closer. Until his legs were spread around woman and canine. One knee bent over the queen’s legs. Moving his left arm made the pain in his back worse so he cradled it with his right. Leaning in with his nose for a guide.

”Mhm. It snapped. They’ll get the healer. We just have to wait.” There were already a slew of voices chorusing down at them. Spear to spear threads and the sound of wing beats overhead. They had followed Peitar out, too slow to help. Too afraid to land now that he was hurt. Which was for the best. His temper was roiling under the balm of her calming craft. Mouth brushing fabric. Feeling her out with a turned cheek and chin. A round shoulder, he thought, breathing it in. And the queen scent, too. Stronger even than the musk of fear. Strong and soothing.

Dog let out a sad whine and Peitar perked up. Forgetting his hurts for a moment. ”Is she hurt?” That was a long drop. It crossed his mind then that they couldn’t have landed on top of her. Not from the angle they had propelled forward at. His brow knitted together while he puzzled out how Dog could have wound up there in Lillian’s arms. ”You caught her, He realized, rolling his forehead on her shoulder. Laughing, then groaning at the shot of pain it caused. ”You ridiculous, wonderful chit.”

Too many feelings! He scooted closer. Mind a whirl. She caught his dog! They were all alright. She was so stupid. And wonderful. His wing hurt. He wanted the hovering males to go the hell away. It made him flinch and throw up shields in warning. Biting back the pain of moving his left arm so he could tuck his prizes closer to his chest. He nipped at Lillian too. A strange, primal drive setting his teeth on the bone and turning his arms to a grasping loop. ”Sorry. Sorry.” He rubbed the spot with his cheek. ”You smell… have a nice smell.” His head felt light and he was glad to be blind. It kept the world from spinning around.

Lillian

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Re: Didn't Mean to Fall For You
« Reply #5 on: October 08, 2018, 04:17:24 PM »

”There is no need to shout!” Lillian hissed at him, appalled by the hint of whining that accompanied the reprimand. Her heart was still pounding in her throat and her breath erratic. She didn’t need him shouting at her too! ”Wait, he kicked a dog?” Her fingers tightened against the trembling one in her lap. Surely not Kori dog! No. Maybe not Kori. Hellen was a nice name too.

”I’m speak with him later.” She grumbled. ”Anyway, I wasn’t trying to get myself killed! You’re the one who elbowed me in the face rather than listen.” It still hurt too! A dull throb that smarted sometimes with sharp stabs. Especially when he went trying to feel up her face.

Shoulder turned toward him, Lillian kept a suspicious eye on his movements. He writhed around in the ground, grumping and whining at her before being distracted by his dog. Lillian pressed her mouth into her shoulder and smiled, then winced as the pressure made her nose bleed again. Mother Night! But the way he spoke to Hellen was really too adorable. Except he kept coming closer.

Lillian almost regretted helping him up. Hissing along with him in sympathy at his wing. It looked wretched. And so did Peitar, scooting in close to her. Lillian didn’t like it. He penned her with his legs, and then pinned her with one as he set it over her and Hellen. Lillian thought was going to wrap her up in his arms too, but instead he slung his left in his right. And kept leaning in.

”I’m sorry.” It must have hurt something wretched. Glancing up, Lillian hoped for a healer casting shadows over them, but it was the warriors. A great flock of them, streaming out of windows and filling the sky just as Ilithian had told her. Suddenly Lillian did not mind Peitar’s closeness at all. Even if he was rubbing his face on her like a purring cat. Of course, Peitar wasn’t purring. Or a cat. Breathing in her own craft, Lillian leaned back, glad the other males were keeping their distance.

”I don’t think so.” Lillian told him absently, eyeing the sky and trying not to panic. She flapped calming craft that way too, but it was hard from a distance, within any real anchor to attach it to. Glancing at him, Lillian found his face right there next to hers. His ear practically in her mouth, dark curls swaying with her breath. ”She just kind of fell into my arms, really.” Blushing, Lillian stroked his arm. A compliment! Stupid man, hurting himself with his laughter.

”Peitar, I don’t know how big you think I am, but I can’t fit both you and Hellen in my lap.” He wasn’t listening though. So close now Lillian could feel the heat of him body all the way down her side. Arm circling her to make sure she came closer too. Tucking her wings in tight, she let him, her petting moving from Peitar to the dog because she found it more calming. Right until he bit her. Lillian shrieked and tried to pull away. ”What was that for?!” She shouted, catching his face between her shoulder and her jaw as she tried shrugging him and the sharp pain away.

”Oooooh.” Lillian growled, held too tight to get away. Hunching over the dog she let Peitar have his shoulder, no way was she getting it back now. Sighing, Lillian rolled her eyes at him and hugged Hellen. He was right though, when you looked hard his face wasn’t quite that bad. ”I think you hit your head.” Lillian informed him before sensing a healer. Distaff thread trying to reach her through shields.

”Peitar, let the healers through.” Lillian tempted, leaning into him and setting her hand on his arm as encouragement. She had plenty of practice with his caste, and knew being biddable often brought the same out in them. Unless they were asses. And there was just no helping. ”They’ll make your wing and head feel better, and can check on Hellen, I bet.” And her nose! Mother Night her face ached something fierce.

Peitar

    Opal to Sapphire
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    The Blind Prince
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Re: Didn't Mean to Fall For You
« Reply #6 on: October 09, 2018, 06:37:53 PM »

”You should be.” He grumbled, pain making the words feel truer in his mouth than they were in his heart. Or head. She deserved to be a little sorry. Maybe. He was sorry too, even though he didn’t feel particularly guilty. ”Sticking your hands in the middle of a fight is stupid. Especially if one of the fighters is blind. You can’t go doing that when we get home. You could set a man to the killing field when all he wanted to do was punch his opponent unconscious.”

If he had been a bit unsure about this arrangement before he was really doubting it now. She would get herself killed trying to mother them all. Peitar was no boy in a tussle that just needed separating. If it had come to blows the opportunity to stop things had passed. He would talk to Ilithian. Make sure this queenling had her head on right before they were dropped together in a boiling pot of warriors.

”Don’t look up at them. Don’t waste your Craft either they’re not upset yet. Just wait here with me.” Not quiet, or still. But present. They were males and she was a queen. All that gazing up might put it in their stupid heads she needed help. Then they would come down. And Peitar couldn’t deal with their nearness while he felt split in half. Throbbing after his laughter his breath was short and sharp. A grin finding its way into the corner of his mouth. Modesty. How refreshing. ”But you didn’t let go.”

She ran her hand over his arm. Short pets that warmed the adrenaline in his blood rather than helped her calming spell along. It made him shiver. ”You’re small.” He sniffed. Arm flexing around her to be sure. In his mind’s eye he had just assumed her dainty and petite. Needful of guarding because she was terrified of him and the sofa hadn’t made a sound when she sat. currently is body couldn’t argue any of those ideas. ”Who’s Hellen?” He asked suddenly, sweeping his hand over her to make sure there was nothing- no one- else in her lap.

Dog. That was all he felt. He huffed at Lillian. Naming his dog when she already had a name. Not bossy in the slightest. Happy, angry, annoyed, exhilarated. The emotions had to come out somehow and before he realized what he’d done Peitar nibbled her shoulder and paid the price. Shrieking in his ear over barely a pinch. Sensitive queen. ”It was for… Me. I didn’t mean to. I said I was sorry.” His arms tightened as she struggled. A fresh shield replacing the last in case she screamed more. She was going to start another fight if she didn’t pull it together.

”You think I hit my head? Mother fucking Night Lillian we dropped at least a thousand feet!” Of course he had hit his head! He had hit every inch of his body. Smack against the ground. Face rubbing her shoulder again he growled the rest of his complaints away. If he thought about how badly it hurt the pain would become his focus. Distraction was better.

Lillian’s hair had a fresh sort of fruity scent. Not like the juicy insides, but that near sweet earthy fragrance the skin of an apple held. Someone prickled along his barriers. Shields hardening in defense. But Lillian leaned in and put her fingers on his arm again. He curling up a bit he panted against the knob of bone he had claimed as his spot. Then nodded. ”I know. I know what healers do.” He even knew the ones that came.

One he had met in the course of his court visits. Chipper and friendly. With a boy that liked to pounce the warriors that wouldn’t box his ears for surprise attacks. The other had buried him under her healing webs for weeks at the end of the war. ”Cyprian.” He greeted when the women approached. Letting his arms go limp so that Lillian could escape. ”No. No. Them first.”

Someone smacked the back of his head and Peitar hissed. Tucking his head between his knees so it was shielded. They were going to be prodding at him for hours now, he just knew it. ”Shit! Give a guy some warning.” He screeched as strong hands set the bone right on his wing. White hot pain flashed like a lighthouse in his head and he tucked his face farther away while he bit back tears.

”Wouldn’t have made it hurt less.” The bitch hissed back. Already sobbing he bet.
 

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