Wolf
~ Völuspá
Deliah :
Ewan dawdles out of the bathroom, a mage-black towel tied around his hips while he towel swipes his 'hair' with the matching one.
Doing the tilted head ear-dry wiggle, he smiles at me, “You should have a decent shower too. I did the bare minimum last night in my attempt to clean you up, I didn't want to invade your privacy more than necessary.”
What happened to ladies first? I bet the water's lukewarm and there are puddles all over the bathroom floor.
I know my grumpy face just snuck across my expression but I can't help it. I totally suck at hiding what I'm feeling.
“You need more coffee,” he winks, sauntering to the closet and opening the left side.
I opened that side too and felt like a right snoop when I found his stuff instead of mine. It's rather odd being moved in to live with someone without even an introduction. He'd better not expect me to sleep in the same bed as him. I'll sleep with pepper spray under my pillow, as I discovered I still have it in my bag, and now it's in my pocket. You can never be too careful in this world of raving psychos.
Pausing with a shirt in his hand, he swivels to smirk at me, “I feel it prudent to inform you now that I can access your thoughts. It's a little perk of being your clan chieftan.”
That bloody does it. I've had enough of this shit.
Standing, giving him my best 'up yours' glare, I go stomping in the direction of 'out'.
It only takes fifteen feet before isolation in a strange place replaces ire with doubt, but I am nothing if not stubborn so resolutely continue marching down the long tenebrous passage, hoping to locate the telltale aroma of cooking and follow my nose from there.
I damn well will have my breakfast and another cup of coffee, and then I'm going to introduce Ewan to my temper.
This place is so dark it's like being lost in the labyrinth of the damned. Where are we? What is this place? It has that whole clandestine espionage vibe about it. I half expect to cross paths with mad scientists and an M and Q. Which might also explain the weird weaponry in his possession.
If I was a normal wench I'd be wanting my mommy round about now. This catacomb is horrifically magian and is only briefly perforated with the odd glowing quartz rock to alleviate the endless death-walk of doom.
I've been meandering for so long in an endless curvaceous path, yet every channel looks identical, that I have to admit I'm utterly lost. It's ruined my rage and left me hyper alert and regretting flouncing off in a huff.
Why don't they have lines on the floor like you get in hospitals? I'm just about to start yelling for help when a large shadow pounds into the same passage, his footfalls so loud they seem to shake the shiny walls of loose debris.
“ Hello?” I call out, and it comes out way more pathetic than I expected it to.
“ Deliah?” booms back, echoing around and around as if the shadows are making fun of me. This really does come across as a level of hell. I'd hate to get lost here ... completely alone. There's something in the aura of the place that feeds my subconscious well of nightmares.
“ How the fuck does everyone here know my name?” I demand, ignoring the icy trickle of terror sliding down my spine.
“ You're the only female in the crypt right now,” says the voice, as the shadow looms closer.
Pretending I'm not in the least bit intimidated, I say to the dude, “How do I get to breakfast?”
He comes close enough for me to see his dimly lit face. It's Alweada. Thank god it's someone I recognize.
“ I'll take you as I'm on my way there myself. How did you get all the way down here?”
“ And where is here?” I ask, when he slips my palm into his and fastens it to the crook of his arm with a heavy warm hand, strolling slowly with me so I can keep up with his stride.
“ This is the bachelor wing. It's not a place you want to be wondering without a chaperone.”
Fuck!
“Why?” I mumble,
~ Völuspá
Deliah :
Ewan dawdles out of the bathroom, a mage-black towel tied around his hips while he towel swipes his 'hair' with the matching one.
Doing the tilted head ear-dry wiggle, he smiles at me, “You should have a decent shower too. I did the bare minimum last night in my attempt to clean you up, I didn't want to invade your privacy more than necessary.”
What happened to ladies first? I bet the water's lukewarm and there are puddles all over the bathroom floor.
I know my grumpy face just snuck across my expression but I can't help it. I totally suck at hiding what I'm feeling.
“You need more coffee,” he winks, sauntering to the closet and opening the left side.
I opened that side too and felt like a right snoop when I found his stuff instead of mine. It's rather odd being moved in to live with someone without even an introduction. He'd better not expect me to sleep in the same bed as him. I'll sleep with pepper spray under my pillow, as I discovered I still have it in my bag, and now it's in my pocket. You can never be too careful in this world of raving psychos.
Pausing with a shirt in his hand, he swivels to smirk at me, “I feel it prudent to inform you now that I can access your thoughts. It's a little perk of being your clan chieftan.”
That bloody does it. I've had enough of this shit.
Standing, giving him my best 'up yours' glare, I go stomping in the direction of 'out'.
It only takes fifteen feet before isolation in a strange place replaces ire with doubt, but I am nothing if not stubborn so resolutely continue marching down the long tenebrous passage, hoping to locate the telltale aroma of cooking and follow my nose from there.
I damn well will have my breakfast and another cup of coffee, and then I'm going to introduce Ewan to my temper.
This place is so dark it's like being lost in the labyrinth of the damned. Where are we? What is this place? It has that whole clandestine espionage vibe about it. I half expect to cross paths with mad scientists and an M and Q. Which might also explain the weird weaponry in his possession.
If I was a normal wench I'd be wanting my mommy round about now. This catacomb is horrifically magian and is only briefly perforated with the odd glowing quartz rock to alleviate the endless death-walk of doom.
I've been meandering for so long in an endless curvaceous path, yet every channel looks identical, that I have to admit I'm utterly lost. It's ruined my rage and left me hyper alert and regretting flouncing off in a huff.
Why don't they have lines on the floor like you get in hospitals? I'm just about to start yelling for help when a large shadow pounds into the same passage, his footfalls so loud they seem to shake the shiny walls of loose debris.
“ Hello?” I call out, and it comes out way more pathetic than I expected it to.
“ Deliah?” booms back, echoing around and around as if the shadows are making fun of me. This really does come across as a level of hell. I'd hate to get lost here ... completely alone. There's something in the aura of the place that feeds my subconscious well of nightmares.
“ How the fuck does everyone here know my name?” I demand, ignoring the icy trickle of terror sliding down my spine.
“ You're the only female in the crypt right now,” says the voice, as the shadow looms closer.
Pretending I'm not in the least bit intimidated, I say to the dude, “How do I get to breakfast?”
He comes close enough for me to see his dimly lit face. It's Alweada. Thank god it's someone I recognize.
“ I'll take you as I'm on my way there myself. How did you get all the way down here?”
“ And where is here?” I ask, when he slips my palm into his and fastens it to the crook of his arm with a heavy warm hand, strolling slowly with me so I can keep up with his stride.
“ This is the bachelor wing. It's not a place you want to be wondering without a chaperone.”
Fuck!
“Why?” I mumble,
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