Post by hawksandfeathers on Feb 24, 2014 1:47:15 GMT 10
Title: Love and Ordinary Life
Rating: G.
For: indifferentred
Prompt: #4, Vivienne of Cavall/Wyldon of Cavall
Summary and Warnings: Wyldon of Cavall and Vivienne of Cavall love each other dearly, and always will. Different episodes of their life together. No warnings. P.S. Enjoy your fic, and I took the liberty of slipping a Thom/Cathrea mention in.
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“Wyldon… did I hear right? You want to go on a honeymoon?”
He found himself laughing at the expression in his wife’s eyes, so rarely puzzled and always calm. “What else is there to do? Unless you’d rather I get on my bruiser and ride to the palace.”
Vivienne shuddered. “Um, no. But you’d better get around to that meeting you arranged with the king, sooner than later.”
“You’re right,” he said, “But I couldn’t care less about Jon’s meeting right now. I’d much prefer to spend that time with you.”
Vivienne’s face glowed. “You? Rigid and quiet, with a romantic streak? I never knew you had this side to you, Wyldon.”
“Yes you did,” he muttered. “When I said I wanted to live in the country, you groaned and said, “Oh Wyldon, so isolated and romantic.”
Vivienne laughed, her long blond hair tossed by the wind. “Well, just goes to show you. You memorized my words.”
Wyldon rolled his eyes and fidgeted a bit. “Right, well, I’m going inside to get the maps and cases — " he stopped. “If you want to go, that is.”
In a moment Vivienne’s playful mood evaporated, and she flung her arms around him with all the true happiness of a newlywed. “Of course I do, Wyldon.”
He looked down at her in his arms and said thoughtfully, “I like it when you say my first name.”
—
More tentative than usual, Vivienne finished her dinner and stood up, walking in the direction of their bedroom. “Wyldon, um, I’d like to have a word.”
“Yes, dear, what is it?”
“In our rooms please,” she added.
The maids and footmen on hand tried to conceal their blushes. New couples’ antics were always unsettling.
When the two were safely in the confines of their chambers, Vivienne burst out tremblingly, “I… um… do you want children?”
Wyldon was taken aback for a moment, but then his eyes glazed over fondly. He thought of taking his boy out to the field, teaching him how to use the latest crossbow, telling him about the problems with glaives, and getting him fitted for new riding gloves.
He smiled warmly and brought her close to his chest, hearing her quick breathing, feeling her legs braced against his. “I wouldn’t object.”
“I can’t wait,” she murmured into his shirt. “Mother will be so pleased.” She leaned up and stroked his bristly cheek before kissing him against the corner of his mouth.
—
The day dawned grey and cloudy, but Wyldon and Vivienne climbed out of their four-poster with a sense of adventure.
“Daughters,” he announced to the younger girls seated around the table, “Your mother and I are heading out to the kennels after breakfast, but Eiralys and Sunarine will be back in a moment.”
“Will they bake us muffins?” Cathrea asked over her small thimble of coffee.
“I’m sure one of them will,” Vivienne replied before Wyldon could object.
“We’ll be back soon,” Wyldon told them, putting on his woollen hat and pushing back his chair.
“Goodbye,” Vivienne called, throwing on her cloak. “Have a lovely day, girls.” She kissed them each, and then the parents set off.
“Pretty day, isn’t it?” Wyldon said cheerfully, taking out his keys and opening the kennel door. “Crisp. Perfect for births.”
“If it doesn’t rain,” Vivienne said under her breath. “Wet puppies are not happy puppies.”
“I really hope my old girl is alright,” he whispered looking down at the swollen dog at his feet, who had surprisingly placed eyes. Just over the swish of the rain outside, they could hear her heavy breathing.
Vivienne held the dog steady while Wyldon soothed her, and one by one, her five puppies tumbled out onto the bed of straw. She pawed at them, and tore at the membranes around their faces. Vivienne wiped the puppies off when their mother was finished and put an extra layer of straw down.
“Good girl,” Wyldon rumbled. Good girl.”
When they got home, they had much to tell the girls: five puppies, one pure golden, one gold-white, and the rest white with black specks.
“Let’s have a meeting,” Cathrea said in her most authoritative voice. “We have to decide what to name them.”
Her parents agreed, and Wyldon chose to name the gold-white one Vivienne. He left the others up to his daughters, while his wife looked on, beaming.
“I don’t know why I didn’t name one of them for you before,” he said, so that only she could hear.
—
Vivienne came downstairs in a rush of silk, refined and worried. “What’s Cathrea up to now?”
Wyldon grunted. “I’d hardly say she’s ‘up to’ anything; she’s quite a responsible young lady. However, she just informed me that she wants to court Thom of Trebond.”
“Oh, come on,” Vivienne said when she saw his face. “Just because he’s Alanna’s son — you know you’ll have to get along with the woman soon anyway.”
“And why should I do that?” he replied with asperity. “Just because the stupid grand progress is coming up — “
“You know what, why don’t we have a dignified discussion later,” she said, finality frosting over her words.
—
Wyldon tramped inside, cold, wet and tired. “That was gruelling,” he growled, taking the towel Vivienne passed him and wrapping it around himself.
“Here, you need a hug,” she murmured, and put her arms around him. “I’ve got the water boiled for tea; you can finish making it. Why you insist on practicing in bad weather I — well, I know why you do it, but that doesn’t mean I think it makes sense.”
Wyldon chuckled, and suddenly Vivienne felt a splash on her face. “Wyldon?” she said, her tone becoming forbidding on the last syllable.
“What?”
“You know what,” she replied, but her facade of anger collapsed and she kissed him on the cheek.
“I’m sorry I got you wet, dear,” he whispered.
Rating: G.
For: indifferentred
Prompt: #4, Vivienne of Cavall/Wyldon of Cavall
Summary and Warnings: Wyldon of Cavall and Vivienne of Cavall love each other dearly, and always will. Different episodes of their life together. No warnings. P.S. Enjoy your fic, and I took the liberty of slipping a Thom/Cathrea mention in.
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“Wyldon… did I hear right? You want to go on a honeymoon?”
He found himself laughing at the expression in his wife’s eyes, so rarely puzzled and always calm. “What else is there to do? Unless you’d rather I get on my bruiser and ride to the palace.”
Vivienne shuddered. “Um, no. But you’d better get around to that meeting you arranged with the king, sooner than later.”
“You’re right,” he said, “But I couldn’t care less about Jon’s meeting right now. I’d much prefer to spend that time with you.”
Vivienne’s face glowed. “You? Rigid and quiet, with a romantic streak? I never knew you had this side to you, Wyldon.”
“Yes you did,” he muttered. “When I said I wanted to live in the country, you groaned and said, “Oh Wyldon, so isolated and romantic.”
Vivienne laughed, her long blond hair tossed by the wind. “Well, just goes to show you. You memorized my words.”
Wyldon rolled his eyes and fidgeted a bit. “Right, well, I’m going inside to get the maps and cases — " he stopped. “If you want to go, that is.”
In a moment Vivienne’s playful mood evaporated, and she flung her arms around him with all the true happiness of a newlywed. “Of course I do, Wyldon.”
He looked down at her in his arms and said thoughtfully, “I like it when you say my first name.”
—
More tentative than usual, Vivienne finished her dinner and stood up, walking in the direction of their bedroom. “Wyldon, um, I’d like to have a word.”
“Yes, dear, what is it?”
“In our rooms please,” she added.
The maids and footmen on hand tried to conceal their blushes. New couples’ antics were always unsettling.
When the two were safely in the confines of their chambers, Vivienne burst out tremblingly, “I… um… do you want children?”
Wyldon was taken aback for a moment, but then his eyes glazed over fondly. He thought of taking his boy out to the field, teaching him how to use the latest crossbow, telling him about the problems with glaives, and getting him fitted for new riding gloves.
He smiled warmly and brought her close to his chest, hearing her quick breathing, feeling her legs braced against his. “I wouldn’t object.”
“I can’t wait,” she murmured into his shirt. “Mother will be so pleased.” She leaned up and stroked his bristly cheek before kissing him against the corner of his mouth.
—
The day dawned grey and cloudy, but Wyldon and Vivienne climbed out of their four-poster with a sense of adventure.
“Daughters,” he announced to the younger girls seated around the table, “Your mother and I are heading out to the kennels after breakfast, but Eiralys and Sunarine will be back in a moment.”
“Will they bake us muffins?” Cathrea asked over her small thimble of coffee.
“I’m sure one of them will,” Vivienne replied before Wyldon could object.
“We’ll be back soon,” Wyldon told them, putting on his woollen hat and pushing back his chair.
“Goodbye,” Vivienne called, throwing on her cloak. “Have a lovely day, girls.” She kissed them each, and then the parents set off.
“Pretty day, isn’t it?” Wyldon said cheerfully, taking out his keys and opening the kennel door. “Crisp. Perfect for births.”
“If it doesn’t rain,” Vivienne said under her breath. “Wet puppies are not happy puppies.”
“I really hope my old girl is alright,” he whispered looking down at the swollen dog at his feet, who had surprisingly placed eyes. Just over the swish of the rain outside, they could hear her heavy breathing.
Vivienne held the dog steady while Wyldon soothed her, and one by one, her five puppies tumbled out onto the bed of straw. She pawed at them, and tore at the membranes around their faces. Vivienne wiped the puppies off when their mother was finished and put an extra layer of straw down.
“Good girl,” Wyldon rumbled. Good girl.”
When they got home, they had much to tell the girls: five puppies, one pure golden, one gold-white, and the rest white with black specks.
“Let’s have a meeting,” Cathrea said in her most authoritative voice. “We have to decide what to name them.”
Her parents agreed, and Wyldon chose to name the gold-white one Vivienne. He left the others up to his daughters, while his wife looked on, beaming.
“I don’t know why I didn’t name one of them for you before,” he said, so that only she could hear.
—
Vivienne came downstairs in a rush of silk, refined and worried. “What’s Cathrea up to now?”
Wyldon grunted. “I’d hardly say she’s ‘up to’ anything; she’s quite a responsible young lady. However, she just informed me that she wants to court Thom of Trebond.”
“Oh, come on,” Vivienne said when she saw his face. “Just because he’s Alanna’s son — you know you’ll have to get along with the woman soon anyway.”
“And why should I do that?” he replied with asperity. “Just because the stupid grand progress is coming up — “
“You know what, why don’t we have a dignified discussion later,” she said, finality frosting over her words.
—
Wyldon tramped inside, cold, wet and tired. “That was gruelling,” he growled, taking the towel Vivienne passed him and wrapping it around himself.
“Here, you need a hug,” she murmured, and put her arms around him. “I’ve got the water boiled for tea; you can finish making it. Why you insist on practicing in bad weather I — well, I know why you do it, but that doesn’t mean I think it makes sense.”
Wyldon chuckled, and suddenly Vivienne felt a splash on her face. “Wyldon?” she said, her tone becoming forbidding on the last syllable.
“What?”
“You know what,” she replied, but her facade of anger collapsed and she kissed him on the cheek.
“I’m sorry I got you wet, dear,” he whispered.