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Post by Baroness Elina Cali on Jul 3, 2011 23:27:36 GMT -6
She looked up to him as she brough her pinky to her mouth. She hadn't realized he was looking at her right away, but she quickly realized someone was watching her. She quirked an eyebrow up to him questioningly as she licked at her pinky finger, licking away some stray dip she got on her fingers. "What?" She asked softly, because he was staring at her. It made her a little antsy when he was staring at her like that. She turned onto her side, reaching over him to set the leafy top of the strawberry on the platter. She reached for another, dipping it into the creamy fruit dip and then bringing it to her lips.
She wanted more sex, but she was too hungry and too tired to focus on her sex drive. She needed food and rest after the four rounds they had gone through so far. She looked up to Henry, shivering a little at the look in his eyes. He looked like he wanted to eat her alive... again. She had to resist the urge to shiver under those eyes. God, how those gorgeous pools made her want to melt under his gaze. Especially when he shot her that fiery look of desire. Now that she was his, she was fairly certain she would have no defenses against his .... gorgeous.... blue eyes and their desire filled stare.
She worried though. How long would it take for those gorgeous eyes to wander? She heard the whispers of what all Henry did... It would only be a matter of time before he grew bored of her. She closed her eyes as she finished a fourth strawberry, licking her lips softly and turning to Henry sleepily. She pressed close to him, nuzzling his bare shoulder softly as her hands played with his chest hair softly. She didn't know what it was about his chest hairs, but they just screamed for her to run her fingers through them, so she did. She ran her fingers through them slowly, playing with them gently.
Her eyes fluttered open and that's when she noticed a portrait of Rebekah on the wall. She studied it thoughtfully. She had seen portraits of the former queen before, but she didn't look quite the same in this portrait. It looked like a wall of protection was missing. She imagined some of it had to do with the fact that Henry was in this portrait. Little Henry. He had to have been only a year or so old. She lifted her head and studied the portrait for a long time in silence before she looked to the Henry in front of her. The much older version. "You favor her you know." She murmured as she looked back to the portrait thoughtfully."How did your parents meet?" She asked softly, not quite sure if he was actually going to tell her that or not. She just wanted to ask. She never heard that part of the story, and she figured other than Vaan, Henry would know it. The question was if he would actually tell her or not.
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Post by henry on Jul 4, 2011 23:04:22 GMT -6
Elina seemed a bit disconcerted by Henry's stare, but he couldn't stop. He was in love with this woman, and it was a feeling he cherished even if it did scare the hell out of him. He only looked away when she reached across him and he had to struggle not to grab onto her and not let go. It was that stupid shirt she was wearing. It had to be. There was no way he could be ready to take her again. Fatigue clawed at him, and still he wanted her. He had a momentary internal debate that consisted mostly of him telling his body to behave itself, but it didn't do any good. Grabbing a few more grapes and an apple for after that, he rolled over onto his side to face her. Sleep. He should be focusing on sleep, not the way his shirt draped over her body. Dammit, he shouldn't be thinking about her body at all. Alright, maybe just a little. "Just admiring the view." It was a corny line and he knew it, but it was the truth. He popped a couple more grapes in his mouth and tried to ignore the effect she had on him.
Henry watched her as she snuggled up against him and he rolled back over onto his back so she could use his shoulder as a pillow. There was something soothing in the gesture. Before, they'd been as far apart as possible in bed with him trying to ignore the growing sexual tension between them. Now that they'd given in, she curled agaisnt him as if she'd been created to be there all along. He brought his hand up and stroked her hair as she played with the hair on his chest. Even that was soothing to him. He couldn't explain it. Fatigue dragged at him more and more now that he was in bed and he didn't examine it too closely. He let himself drift in contentment, waiting for sleep to take him and happy that Elina was in his arms. His eyes were closed, and he felt more relaxed than he had in a long, long time as he slowly let go of his fears.
Henry blinked open his eyes sleepily as Elina raised her head. Following her line of sight, he saw what she was looking at and his heart clenched. How many times had he thought about taking that portrait down? He could never bring himself to do it, though. He closed his eyes again, hoping that Elina would just let it go. He was happy where he was. He was content for the moment. Please don't ruin this moment for me, El. The thought was only half formed, even in his mind, but there was a great deal of emotion behind it. Hearing a soft intake of breath, Henry stiffened slightly. He could feel his face grow warm at her question, though it was innocent enough.
Remaining silent for a long moment, he debated on the harm of telling her. It wouldn't really be revealing anything about himself if he could keep it under control. He just had to act like he didn't care. Making up his mind, he took a deep breath and wondered where to start. "My father left his pack when he was about sixty or so. He was young and headstrong. No comments on how he passed that trait along, either..." He peeked one eye open at her to make sure she was going to remain silent on that particular subject. "One day while wandering alone, he saw my mother bathing under a waterfall. I think he was in love with her instantly, but she wanted nothing to do with him. That didn't stop him. He showered her with gifts, all of which were refused. Then a day came when another lycan attacked her. Together, they fought him off, and I guess the rest is history. They traveled here to participate in the tournament, and my father won. There's not much else to tell, really." He shrugged his unoccupied shoulder in a nonchalance he didn't feel. The last thing he wanted to do in this moment was think about his mother... or his lack of one.
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Post by Baroness Elina Cali on Jul 5, 2011 0:15:27 GMT -6
She smirked knowingly at him as he described his father. Henry was so like his father in that aspect. He may not have favored Vaan as much as he did his mother, but he certainly had his father's personality. She said nothing though. She didn't want to interrupt his story. She looked back up to the portrait thoughtfully as she listened. She never understood how Rebekah could so easily leave her pup like she did. Elina was rather furious with the she-wolf for doing so as a matter of fact. But as she studied the portrait, she realized there was something in the way she held pup Henry to her bosom in a protective, loving manner. The sparkle in her eyes. The smile on her lips. Why did she leave him here? Why didn't she take him with her? But then again... if she had done that... she never would have known Henry. She wouldn't be laying there, her hand still softly playing with t he hairs on his chest as she listened and studied the portrait. "Do you ever miss her, Henry?" She asked softly, once again not really expecting an answer.
She really did wonder if he missed her. If he loved her as a pup was supposed to love their mother. She wouldn't think any less of him if he did still love her and miss her, and she wouldn't think any less of him if he didn't. She left him in his most desperate time of need. She remembered all her first changes. Her mother had been there for both of them, comforting her as best she could, even though there was nothing she could do for the pain. Oh, the miserable pain. She was comfort enough just being there though. Holding Elina against herself as she fought for the control of her own body. Althea had always been there for her pups. She never missed a moment. George on the other hand never saw a moment. He saw a few of Elina's recitals, but that was it. And he never approved of her. No matter how hard Elina tried to impress him. And she tried. She tried so much. She would practice her piano for hours upon hours until her fingers cramped. She would work hard at her math, even though it was her worst subject. She worked. Until she finally realized that none of it would be enough for him. That's when she gave up trying to impress him and she followed her heart.
"No... never mind. You don't have to answer that." She spoke softly as she laid back down, laying her cheek on his shoulder. She suddenly understood that he wouldn't want to talk about his mother. Just like she wouldn't want to talk to her father. Those doe eyes of hers scanned the room slowly, taking in all the pictures and decorations. A few of her orchids dotted the room, making her mark on the place that was once the Prince's bachelor pad. She hated talking about her father. Because it hurt so much. It hurt to know that your own flesh and blood didn't love you enough to take care of you and play with you and encourage you. She hardly ever saw him, and when she did, he usually had some bimbo hanging off his arm. It was frustrating. And it was definitely something that she didn't want to think about, much less talk about.
She would have a new father now. Vaan was a good man. He took care of what was his. He took care of his children. He always would. He would take care of Elina once she became a part of his pack. She knew that Vaan could never replace the father she had now, or the memories, or lack there of, she had with George. Elina could ask things of Vaan that she would never ask of her mother though. Advice about certain things. He certainly had helped her to nudge Henry along. Elina closed her eyes and pressed close to Henry, seeking out the warmth of his body. She thought it interesting how one minute, they were constantly bickering and now, all of a sudden... she felt like she fitted to him like a glove, no matter what the position. Her body just seemed to fit into his curves perfectly. Perhaps they were really meant to be together in such ways.
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Post by henry on Jul 5, 2011 13:24:25 GMT -6
Henry kept his eyes closed, willing away the memories and emotions associated with his mother. Deep down, he knew that he'd been the reason she left. He didn't know what he'd done, or didn't do, but he was sure of it. If only he'd been a better son, a better prince. If only he'd tried just a little harder. In the end, it was useless and when he realized that she wasn't coming back, he simply stopped trying. What did any of it matter without a mother to approve of him? The pain of that rejection went so deep, he couldn't have found its roots even if he tried. Rebeckah. She'd given birth to him, cared for him... then she was gone. For a long time, he'd hoped that she would come back. He kept his eyes closed, unwilling to let the thoughts continue. Unfortunately, that didn't stop Elina from asking the question he'd been dreading.
Henry felt his face grow warm. Did he miss her? Of course he missed her. There were no words to describe how much that was true. Her abandonment had broken something inside him, and it was something he couldn't fix. He didn't even know how to begin fixing it. The problems he had were just too big. His emotions started getting out of control, and he focused on keeping his breathing steady. He kept his face blank, eyes still closed. Letting out a breath, a single tear trailed down the side of his face. Thankfully, it was on the side Elina couldn't see. In that moment, he felt more alone than ever. His family was constantly frustrated with him, he had no friends, and he wouldn't allow himself to get close to anyone. How could he be a husband or a father, how could he even be a man when he felt like this? That loneliness nagged at him, and he wanted more than ever to cling to the woman beside him. He wanted to tell her everything and finally let it out after all these years, but he couldn't do it.
Exhaustion was making his mind fuzzy, and it was harder and harder for him to think straight, harder for him to hide what he was feeling. His breathing had sped up despite his efforts to control it, and he knew his heart was pounding. He wanted to shake off the feeling. He wanted to be able to talk to people without feeling like he was having a panic attack. Henry took a deep breath and opened his eyes when Elina told him he didn't have to answer. Part of him was thankful for the easy excuse not to get into it, but the other part of him still wanted her to know what he felt. He closed his eyes again and fought his fears. "I can't decide if I love her or hate her." Despite his efforts at controlling himself, his face briefly contorted in pain before he forced it back into submission. He let out a shaky breath and tried his best to relax. He could do this without freaking out. He could.
Memories flashed in his mind of the pain he went through back when Rebeckah had first left. Elina knew the basics of what had happened, but the reality of it just plain hurt. When he'd finally given up hope that his mother was ever coming back, the pain had been nearly unbearable. Even then, he could feel his sanity cracking. He didn't know how long he'd cried, or how many nights he'd woken up screaming. He'd lost count of the nightmares and the fits of rage. He didn't recall how many bloodied knuckles there were from punching walls, or how many tears had fallen. He didn't know how far he'd run before collapsing in exhaustion in an attempt to escape his personal hell. Then there was the physical pain after he'd come of age. He honestly didn't know how he survived having his body ripped apart along with his mind. Surely one of them would have to remain intact for him to live. No one should have to experience that, and he didn't want Elina to even hear about it.
Henry forced himself to breathe through the memories and ignore the pain they brought with them. Yes, he missed his mother. Then again, he didn't. He'd missed her then, but the pain that she'd caused him made him want to scream in anger at her. Instinctively, his arms tightened around Elina as if she was his lifeline to sanity. Perhaps she was. "I needed her, and she wasn't there..." It was barely a whisper, and he was barely aware that he'd even spoken. A second tear joined the first and dripped onto the pillow beside his ear as he waited for the blissful release that sleep would provide.
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Post by Baroness Elina Cali on Jul 5, 2011 15:32:31 GMT -6
She stared at him, a little surprised that he would admit that out loud to her. She could understand the feeling. She could understand that feeling very easily. She often felt that sense of confusion towards his father. He was never there, physically speaking, but he took care of what was his. He made sure there was plenty of money to take care of Althea and his daughters. She certainly had to give her father that. He took care of what he considered his. She slowly sat up, perching on her elbow. That's when she noticed the tear on the other side of his face. She didn't say anything, and she made no move to wipe it away. Henry wasn't the sort to reveal his emotions, so to see he was crying a little, was certainly a surprise to Elina. And she was fairly certain he wouldn't want her to acknowledge the fact that he was crying. So she didn't.
Instead her hand softly continued to play with his chest hairs. She knew how he felt, but she didn't know how to tell him she undertstood. And she certainly didn't have any advice on the matter either because she was still confused about her father. Eighty years and she still didn't know if she loved him or hated him.
Elina softly stroked her hand along his cheek, brushing away the tears he tried to hide from her. He would have gotten away with it too if she hadn't sat up. She let out a soft shushing noise as he spoke again. She hadn't intended to upset him. She obviously had, and it made her feel awful. She was only curious. She bit her bottom lip and stroked his cheek soothingly. She said nothing. She only laid back down, laying her head on his shoulder and she murmured a soft lullaby to him, thinking it might be best if the two of them just slept. They needed rest and she regretted asking him any of the questions she did. So she just sang softly, singing him to sleep. Singing herself to sleep as well. She closed her eyes drowsily, the soft hums from her throat slowly as well as the movement of her fingers did till they stilled and she quieted. She was sleeping, and there was nothing that would wake her slumbering form until she got the rest she needed.
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Post by henry on Jul 6, 2011 0:02:11 GMT -6
Sometimes, Henry wished he could go back in time and find a way to make his mother stay, to say or do something that would change her mind about leaving. When he was younger, he often fantasized about what his life would have been like if she'd never left. Would they have been close? Would she still have sang to him when he was sad? Would she still have ruffled his hair when they were joking around? Before long he realized it was pointless to wonder about it. She was gone and there was nothing he could do about it. He thought the pain of it would fade with time, but it had only changed. Back then, his pain was a volatile, tangible thing. Now it was a dull throb that never left him, but it had spread to other areas of his life like a virus that he didn't have the cure to.
Henry breathed in deeply through his nose, trying not to sound like he was sniffling. The last thing he needed to do was have a mental breakdown directly following the best night of his life. He was in love and he needed to focus on that instead of the past. He'd almost managed it when Elina brought her hand up to his cheek, and he knew she felt the tears there. He clenched his eyes shut and let out a soft sigh, but she didn't say anything for which he was grateful. He had expected her pity or perhaps for her to tell him to grow up and stop being such a pup, but she just snuggled up against him soothingly and started to sing. It was probably one of the best gifts she could give him and he turned his head toward her, planting a kiss to her hair gently.
He focused on the present, even if it was just little things as he tried to fight off the demons of his past. He watched the way the light filtered in through the windows, and he listened to Elina's song, letting it soothe him. Slowly, her words started to slur and her hand stilled on his chest, right over his heart as if she would protect it. Would she? He didn't know if he had the strength to test that theory, but he was at least going to make an effort at it. His eyes closed and he let his fatigue take him, his last thought being that he had the most perfect woman in the world in his arms, and maybe, just maybe, she was strong enough to save him from himself.
DONE! *wipes brow*
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Post by La Luna on Jul 7, 2011 14:24:56 GMT -6
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