Dream § 10 [Public] It takes three to tango...
She is blindfolded in her dream. Truthfully, it should have scared her, but she feels at ease, secured. Perhaps it has something to do with cold fingertips running on her forearm before slowly intertwining themselves with her hand. Perhaps it has something to do with cold lips kissing her knuckles ever so softly that it makes her heart soar with love. Behind her closed eyelids, she can see gold eyes, bronze unruly hair and a smile that lights up an entire room.
But perhaps her sense of comfort comes from a soft, warm hand that pushes stray strands of hair out of her sweaty forehead before sliding to her collarbone and finally shifting to crawl down to her other hand.
“Estelle....”
The princess doesn’t need to see to know whom that voice belongs to. She can picture in her mind the bright green eyes, the brown short hair and the shy smile that shines through habitual frowns.
Warmth and cold, fire and ice. She would have never thought that the two would one day coexist together, but here she is, holding on to both of them. She sighs happily and tugs the cold hand, wanting nothing more than to curl against Edward’s cold body. She feels warm, too warm and she can feel how her skin is matted with sweat. But Edward doesn’t move and she frowns, tugging harder.
“Estellise...” he simply whispers as the princess feels his other hand crawl to her collarbone, fingertips barely touching her pulse point before cupping the back of her neck. She shivers and moans slightly, finding the sensation of cold smooth skin against her hot one sending waves of electricity through her veins. Her head spins slightly as she feels wet touches on the other side of her neck and she tightens her hold on Rita’s hand. But the mage moves away and Estelle can’t help herself and whines slightly. She hears a huff of exasperation:
“This.....this is all your fault.....if you’d let her sleep once in a while instead of keeping her up all night.....”
“Excuse me? I wouldn’t have to be with her only at night if you didn’t keep her days filled with exhausting activities....”
“Well, I don’t see why you should get her to yourself alone all the time. Didn’t you mother teach you how to share?”
“Yes, but she’s not someone I want to share at all....”
“Well, me neither! And I saw her first!”
“....And I was there for her all the times you weren’t there. And I do mean it literally...”
Their bickering brings a small headache to the princess and she squeezes both of their hands, tugging them closer to her, wanting to hug them both, to make them see that she loves them equally. Differently, but still equally. None of them move though and she pouts slightly until she hears a third voice in the room:
“....Guys, I don’t think you two arguing is going to help her recover from her fever....”
Then her blindfold is finally removed, revealing it to be a wet cloth. Rita is holding another one and both her and Edward are sitting on each side of her bed. Mister Raven is looking at her by the foot of her bed, a tray in his hands.
“Is she doing better?”
“Yes!” “No.”
Edward and Rita glare at each other again and Estelle can only plead gently:
“Papa Raven......please.....”
There’s the sound of glass shattering and manly sobbing before the sound of a slap echoing in the room.
“OH GROW UP OLD MAN!”
[giggles while she wakes up]
But perhaps her sense of comfort comes from a soft, warm hand that pushes stray strands of hair out of her sweaty forehead before sliding to her collarbone and finally shifting to crawl down to her other hand.
“Estelle....”
The princess doesn’t need to see to know whom that voice belongs to. She can picture in her mind the bright green eyes, the brown short hair and the shy smile that shines through habitual frowns.
Warmth and cold, fire and ice. She would have never thought that the two would one day coexist together, but here she is, holding on to both of them. She sighs happily and tugs the cold hand, wanting nothing more than to curl against Edward’s cold body. She feels warm, too warm and she can feel how her skin is matted with sweat. But Edward doesn’t move and she frowns, tugging harder.
“Estellise...” he simply whispers as the princess feels his other hand crawl to her collarbone, fingertips barely touching her pulse point before cupping the back of her neck. She shivers and moans slightly, finding the sensation of cold smooth skin against her hot one sending waves of electricity through her veins. Her head spins slightly as she feels wet touches on the other side of her neck and she tightens her hold on Rita’s hand. But the mage moves away and Estelle can’t help herself and whines slightly. She hears a huff of exasperation:
“This.....this is all your fault.....if you’d let her sleep once in a while instead of keeping her up all night.....”
“Excuse me? I wouldn’t have to be with her only at night if you didn’t keep her days filled with exhausting activities....”
“Well, I don’t see why you should get her to yourself alone all the time. Didn’t you mother teach you how to share?”
“Yes, but she’s not someone I want to share at all....”
“Well, me neither! And I saw her first!”
“....And I was there for her all the times you weren’t there. And I do mean it literally...”
Their bickering brings a small headache to the princess and she squeezes both of their hands, tugging them closer to her, wanting to hug them both, to make them see that she loves them equally. Differently, but still equally. None of them move though and she pouts slightly until she hears a third voice in the room:
“....Guys, I don’t think you two arguing is going to help her recover from her fever....”
Then her blindfold is finally removed, revealing it to be a wet cloth. Rita is holding another one and both her and Edward are sitting on each side of her bed. Mister Raven is looking at her by the foot of her bed, a tray in his hands.
“Is she doing better?”
“Yes!” “No.”
Edward and Rita glare at each other again and Estelle can only plead gently:
“Papa Raven......please.....”
There’s the sound of glass shattering and manly sobbing before the sound of a slap echoing in the room.
“OH GROW UP OLD MAN!”
[giggles while she wakes up]