Post by Alliecat on Nov 21, 2010 17:34:36 GMT 10
Title: Drops of Fufillment
Rating: PG
Summary: He is so very different from the others.
Lalasa and her companion, Wyldon of Cavall, walked slowly through the gardens while enjoying the cool night air and the slight yet sweet scent of summer blooms. Wyldon stopped beside a lantern and gazed back at the palace wall. When he finally spoke, his voice was low. “You look beautiful tonight, Lalasa.”
Lalasa’s glance fluttered to the ground. “Thank you, my lord,” she murmured.
Wyldon continued, his voice seeming to deepen as his words flowed, “I have really enjoyed your company these past few months.” He paused and touched the back of her hand gently. “Soon the pages will begin arriving and I will have less time to spend with others like yourself. Still, I hope you and I will find some time together.”
Lalasa lifted her head to meet his gaze with her own. “I would like that, my lord.”
Wyldon smiled. “Good,” he said simply, and the pair began walking once more.
Eventually, they reached the end of the path. “We should return to the palace,” Lalasa murmured.
“Lalasa,” Wyldon began hesitantly, though his voice was exceedingly gentle, “Will you allow me to kiss you?”
Lalasa paused, trying to repress horrid memories of past men and their kisses. She closed her eyes and bowed her head slightly. She directed her glance at Wyldon’s face, with his gaze so tender, but his stance so hard. She swallowed, and with her heart beating wildly, she said, “Yes.”
Wyldon brushed a piece of hair from her cheek before tilting her head upwards and leaning in further. He kissed her softly, and Lalasa reveled in the gentleness in of hands and mouth as he touched her. He was entirely unlike any other man she had been with before.
She slid her arms around Wyldon and pulled him closer to her. He responded by tangling his fingers in Lalasa’s hair. Lalasa pulled back slightly, but slid back into his warm embrace. “I should go back,” she murmured reluctantly against his mouth.
Disappointment in his eyes, Wyldon stepped away. “Will you meet me here next week?” Lalasa asked.
Wyldon nodded. “Please,” he said hoarsely, and let her left hand slip from his. “Goodbye,” he murmured, and watched her disappear into the darkness.
Rating: PG
Summary: He is so very different from the others.
Lalasa and her companion, Wyldon of Cavall, walked slowly through the gardens while enjoying the cool night air and the slight yet sweet scent of summer blooms. Wyldon stopped beside a lantern and gazed back at the palace wall. When he finally spoke, his voice was low. “You look beautiful tonight, Lalasa.”
Lalasa’s glance fluttered to the ground. “Thank you, my lord,” she murmured.
Wyldon continued, his voice seeming to deepen as his words flowed, “I have really enjoyed your company these past few months.” He paused and touched the back of her hand gently. “Soon the pages will begin arriving and I will have less time to spend with others like yourself. Still, I hope you and I will find some time together.”
Lalasa lifted her head to meet his gaze with her own. “I would like that, my lord.”
Wyldon smiled. “Good,” he said simply, and the pair began walking once more.
Eventually, they reached the end of the path. “We should return to the palace,” Lalasa murmured.
“Lalasa,” Wyldon began hesitantly, though his voice was exceedingly gentle, “Will you allow me to kiss you?”
Lalasa paused, trying to repress horrid memories of past men and their kisses. She closed her eyes and bowed her head slightly. She directed her glance at Wyldon’s face, with his gaze so tender, but his stance so hard. She swallowed, and with her heart beating wildly, she said, “Yes.”
Wyldon brushed a piece of hair from her cheek before tilting her head upwards and leaning in further. He kissed her softly, and Lalasa reveled in the gentleness in of hands and mouth as he touched her. He was entirely unlike any other man she had been with before.
She slid her arms around Wyldon and pulled him closer to her. He responded by tangling his fingers in Lalasa’s hair. Lalasa pulled back slightly, but slid back into his warm embrace. “I should go back,” she murmured reluctantly against his mouth.
Disappointment in his eyes, Wyldon stepped away. “Will you meet me here next week?” Lalasa asked.
Wyldon nodded. “Please,” he said hoarsely, and let her left hand slip from his. “Goodbye,” he murmured, and watched her disappear into the darkness.