Arcaea/Dining Hall Late 08-09/Make Love, Not War
Cypreana looked down the list of the wounded at Arempos and screamed.
"Get me to him now!"
Upon which she and her men immediately pulled out of Ozrat.
Lady Cypreana Rossini (Dame of Sasat)
Carefully he pulled the flap of the tent aside, squinting momentarily as his eyes adjusted to the change from the glaring bright sunlight outside. Moving slowly due to a slight limp Aerywyn bent to enter, yet due to the light behind him one could only see his silhouette. When it was dark again, his smile could be easily seen. His face was a bit pale, and he still wore a some chainmail over his tunic despite his wound.
“Good morrow, Cypreana…", Aerywyn said smoothly. "I was told you came to visit me when I was resting."
Aerywyn Haerthorne Imperial Chancellor of Arcaea
Cypreana leaped up and flung her arms around Aerywyn.
"Arry! I was so worried about you. How is your leg? You shouldn't be up and about. Come, sit here." Cypreana cleared a place for Aerywyn to sit down. "Now tell me what happened. I am just so glad to see you again."
Lady Cypreana Rossini (Dame of Sasat)
Stiffening as her exuberance pushed him back a step onto his bad leg, Aerywyn couldn't help but smile and he quickly relaxed as she led him to a seat. He obediantly sat down, though not before he had tried to calm her down and answer her questions.
"I am fine, truly... the physicians reccomend a little movement, and it felt good enough for a bit of a walk."
He took slid a hand about her waist as they sat down, holding her hand in his, although there was a bit of sadness in his eyes at the memory.
"Suffice to say it is the business of war... and our unlucky little recconassaince group somehow found its way into an Ethialan army...", Aerywyn said, drifiting off at the end.
"But it eases my heart to know you are safe", he said smiling again.
Aerywyn Haerthorne Imperial Chancellor of Arcaea
With the energy of the batte still pumping through him, Aerywyn had lifted a rather indignant Cypreana onto his shoulders, and now strode towards her tent. There was a mischievous glint to his eyes, and he was almost playing as if they were just little boys and girls. Eventually, after being beaten about the ears a bit, and threatening to drop her into the mud in return, Aerywyn was forced to finally put her down gently in front of the tent flap.
He slowed down and softened up, though there was still an infectious cheerfulness about him as he stood before her puffing slightly. Gently, he offered a hand and opened the entrance to the tent.
“Sorry, Lady Cyp… had to get rid of a little of that energy…”, Aerywyn said a little abashed. “Shall we?”.
I can't help myself, he thought. Hell, I must look a fool... yet...
Aerywyn Haerthorne Imperial Chancellor of Arcaea
Cypreana blushed, and silently entered the tent.
Lady Cypreana Rossini (Dame of Sasat)
Being caught in the darkness once again, Aerywyn took hold of Cypreana from behind and softly kissed the nape of her neck. His breathing was infintely huskier now.
"Come then, lets wash off all this dirt..."
Aerywyn Haerthorne Imperial Chancellor of Arcaea
Sleep had always evaded him, at tonight had been no exception. For an hour had gone by as he lay silently, and not even the sleeping form beside him, her body rising and falling with every breath, her face serene and beautiful in the moonlight, not even that could help him sleep. He gave her a kiss, and could almost see a smile on her face. Sighing, Aerywyn disentangled himself from her arm and wearing only a loose pair of briggae, he wandered into the cool night air.
Eventually, barefoot, his feet had found their way out of the camp and to an outcrop a few miles away. Beneath it lay a ravine which ate the moonlight as wholly as a beast of blackest midnight. So he stopped his walking and lay there, staring at the starry sky. The rock was cold on his bare back, but he ignored it, searching for absolution.
His thoughts drifted to many things, but Aerywyn at some point or another thought of Cypreana, who he left behind beneath the warm furs in the tent. After a while he let the chaos within his mind subside and cascade into nothingness.
Then Aerywyn smiled.
It was starting to rain.
Aerywyn Haerthorne Imperial Chancellor of Arcaea
He blinked.
Aerywyn looked very hard at the sky, trying to understand he had just seen. Thoughts ran wild, crashing into each other and causing fires to break out all over his mind, in one huge mental catastrophe.
"Bloody hell..."
The rain was getting heavier.
Aerywyn Haerthorne Imperial Chancellor of Arcaea
