~IC and Dreams~
She slipped out of Ryknar's office, slowly walking through the halls of the freehold. 3 Days in Ryknar's home. Perhaps it would give her a chance to sort things out in her mind. With every inhalation, she tried to remind herself that she was here to work. Finish the statue...and if she could complete the task Drew had set, he would be pleased. With every exhale, her mind danced along the edge of lust. If she asked him, would he come to her? If she told him, would he reciprocate the feelings, even just to please her?
She sighed softly, shaking her head. She watched Daoine slip something under his door from afar and she closed her eyes. It wasn't worth the drama. It wasn't worth the problem that was going to come to a head, because Daoine was a woman, and WOULD cause issue. She knew this. She understood this. So why keep allowing it to happen? Because she wanted it. Her stubborn streak kicked in, and she wanted him, no matter the cost.
She pushed open the door of her room, leaning against it as she closed it behind her. She wanted to see him tonight. She always wanted to see him. But...she would let him come to her. When he finished his buisness...if he cared for her company...she was easy enough to find. With that, she gave a soft sigh and turned towards the sheet she had laid out on the desk. She turned the block that would be the hilt of her sword over in her hand and returned it to its place, pulling out a fresh block of wax, sweeping the shavings into a small bucket. She looked at it, the item forming in her mind.
He liked masks. He hid himself and his feelings behind them. But she understood why he did it. Everyone had thier masks...even she...the "Innocent Sidhe". She snorted, laughing again as she thought of it. Strange that they think that. No one was completely innocent...and even though she didn't show it...she had changed. Drew had changed her. Hush had changed her. She wasn't as good as either of them yet, but she was working on it.
She pulled out a thin wire, deftly carving the wax into the basic shape that she wanted. She worked long into the night, carving and hollowing and manipulating the wax into the shape that she wished. After several hours she looked at the mask, examining it in the light and smiling softly. It would be beautiful, when it was finished. She wrapped the wax in a soft cloth and set it to the side, glancing at the clock and sighing softly. It was late...he would not come tonight. She bid her heart still as she shrugged, turning to grab pajamas from her suitcase and wandering into the bathroom.
She ran the water, scalding hot, and slipped beneath the surface. She closed her eyes, sighing blissfully as she wiggled her toes through the water. The heat washed away the pain, made her feel whole for a moment. Briefly, everything was right in her world. She pulled out her razor and slowly slid it up over her twisted and scarred legs. She frowned at them. Of course he would not want her...she was ugly, disfigured. She should put him out of her mind, forget his touch. It would be less heartbreaking, in the end.
She climbed from the tub, wrapping a terrycloth robe loosely around her shoulders and moving back into her room. She yawned, allowing the fabric to drop and pool around her feet, climbing into the bed and pulling a light sheet up around her. The sheet felt cool and comforting against her hot, bare skin. She rested on her stomach, her wings stretching out over the large bed as she slipped into a deep sleep.
She stood at the balcony, looking out over the garden. The land below her was covered in a thick mist, giving the land an eerie, mysterious feel. She turned slightly, hearing the rustling of the silk gown. She looked down and admired herself. Deep blue, silken gown, layers upon layers of luxirious fabric. The form fitting bodice made of a matching velvet, her breasts framed perfectly by the cut. She touched her neck and felt the stone there...to heavy to be fake, she gazed down at the perfect cut of black diamonds. A matching tennis bracelet on her wrist, the rings on her fingers complementing the jewels.
She smiled, turning towards the mirror to admire herself. Her curls were perfectly coifed, and every bit of her was in place, elegent...beautiful...mysterious as the mists. A soft smile touched her shapely lips and she glanced around, slowly moving back to the balcony, picking up the glass of strong wine from the ledge. As she sipped the wine, she heard a sound from behind her, and her heart lept into her throat. He had come. He was here for her.
She turned to the sound, watching the man cloaked in shadows, as she drained her glass. 'My Lady. You look...exquisite.' She smiled brightly to him before furrowing her brow slightly. That voice...whose was it? She shook her head, attempting to clear the wine, slowly gliding through the room and closer to him. 'Thank you, my lord. It is wonderful to see you again'.
Through the shadows, she saw the fainest lines of a smile from him. She tried to remember his voice, tried to place it...who was this man in front of her? This man that her body and mind yearned for. He lifted a finger and slowly slid it down the side of her face, elliciting an excited shiver from her, "Beau petit colibri...my delicate little bird. What do you desire? What do you yearn for". She shivered, a soft gasp leaving her lips, "You, My lord. Only you..."
He ran his gloved hands down her arms, before violently pushing her to the bed, pressing his body on top of her. She whimpered softly, frightened at first as his hands roughly pushed at her body, and then in ecstasy as he continued to touch and manipulate her nerves. She closed her eyes, throwing her head back as he entered her, whimpering softly with her need. She shivered as he exploded inside her, running her fingers over his face and pulling him towards her to see him.
She moaned softly as Asente's face came into view, covered by the bronze mask she was creating for him, and he smiled wickedly down at her. "My Lord..." she whispered, leaning up to gently kiss him upon the lips, closing her eyes to savor the moment. She rested her head back on the pillow, opening her eyes to gaze upon the beautiful man before her. Her eyes widened in terror and she screamed, the remains of Hush's face swimming before her eyes. His eyes had sunk back into his head, and immediately, she could smell the stench of death upon him. She struggled, trying to escape him. His dead fingers clenched her upper arms, holding him beneath her. She moaned in terror, "No...please no!"
She whimpered, shivering, as the touch let up. She opened her eyes again, tears running down her face, blinking as she saw Ryknar. He pushed into her again and she moaned quietly, biting her lip. He gently ran her fingers down the side of her face, gently kissing her brow, "I will not let another take your innocence, Baroness. No...I will keep it for myself..." She blinked at him again and frowned, shaking her head and trying to escape.
He struck her across the face and she sobbed softly, looking up to see Drew, pushing violently into her. "No...please...Drew no..." He looked at her, fire in his eyes, the ice of his body penetrating her soul, "Another word, Rowena, and I kill you." She sobbed, silently, the tip of his knife pressing between her breasts. Drew finished and she felt him lift off her.
She rolled over to her side and sobbed silently, struggling to keep control. She could not give up, she could not give in. They wanted to break her, they wanted to hurt her. They wanted to make her pay...A gentle hand touched her shoulder, comforting her with the very touch. She turned to see Asente again, sitting on the edge of her bed, slowly wrapping her battered body in a sheet. She whimpered softly and curled against him.
She gasped softly as she awoke from the dreams, shivering. Another nightmare, that was all. She sighed softly, bending to pick up her robe and walking to the balcony, gazing out for a long moment. She did not know how long she could hold out. The herbs were not good for her...she needed to feel safe while she slept. She sighed, turning back to her wax, running her fingertips over them as she crawled back into bed.
Eventually, she would sleep again. Her exhausted mind shut down, and she dreamt no more.