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Squee
The Keeper
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I am Deception, and I defy your holiest moralities.
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Aug 24, 2012 2:54:50 GMT -5
Post by Squee on Aug 24, 2012 2:54:50 GMT -5
She hadn’t resisted Rook’s tugging. Scooting slightly closer, Sali wrapped her arm over his waist and pressed her cheek to the spot just below his shoulder. He silently answered her proposition about leaving with a kiss in her hair and a squeezing hug. Good. ‘Cuz I don’t want to leave right now.
Nuzzling gently against his chest, her other arm crossed his back and she joined her hands together. “I couldn’t sleep. Too much in my head. Too much news. Too much what could have been.” For a brief moment, she realized how selfish she was being. Rook had problems too. He had his own monarch problems, his own advising issues, and his own people. Why would he care what her problems were?
But then she had cared about his well being after his entire family was assassinated. She had come to see him. They had gone to the Goldren Coast. All she had wanted to do was make him feel better. To take his mind off of his loss because Sali had experienced the same when she was nineteen. Now all she wanted was the favor returned. She wanted her mind off of what might have happened to her. She wanted to hide, and she was hoping this hug would hide her. That if she made herself smaller against him, she could disappear, and the world would continue on as if she had never existed.
He leaned back, bringing her with him. Sali didn’t move her arms, letting Rook lay on the arm wrapped around his lower back. She moved her head up a little, however, resting it more on his arm so she could see his face. “Just… if… the alarm… if it hadn’t sounded… if they’d made it… I…”
Her hand sought his face after he'd kissed it all. Fingers grazed his cheek, brushed his ear, and pushed their way into his hair. “Rook… I…” Love you. “It’s… different when it’s your life… Not… family’s. Just… so scared.” Tilting her head, Sali pressed her face firmly into his shoulder. Hold me. Hide me. “Don’t… want to go back. Just… scared. I’m scared to die. I don’t want to leave you.” Her voice cracked a little as she struggled to delay her tears. Swallowing, Sali forced her muscles to relax in her neck, shoulders, and face, effectively staying the tears. She lay there quietly, pressed against his side, feeling drowsy and yet wanting to convey everything.
Of everything, there was just one thing on her mind. One thing she wanted from him before she gave into sleep.
“Rook,” she said, gently and longingly. “Can… I have a kiss?”
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Sept 3, 2012 13:14:53 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Sept 3, 2012 13:14:53 GMT -5
Rook was silent as Sali tried to put her fears into words, explaining. Didn't she know she didn't need to explain? His arms clenched at her, feeling the fear in her voice. What could he do to drive it away? If only he knew, it'd be done without thought, without hesitation. His heart ached to hear and see her like this.
"Shhh." he managed as she began to stammer about not wanting to die. "I won't let that happen. You're not going anywhere."
For a few moments, she was still and silent. Rook's hand caressed her shoulder, his other still lightly holding her hand, now on his chest next to where her head lay. Finally, she spoke his name. Her voice was so soft, it seemed he felt her more than heard her say it.
“Can… I have a kiss?”
Unbidden, but welcome, a smile caught his lips. After waiting only a moment, Rook moved, slipping his arm from around her. His hand stopped at the back of her head, laying it gently onto the pillow as he turned his body to support himself on one elbow. He looked down on her, that smile still touching the corners of his mouth. She seemed so tiny next to him.
Rook reached out his free hand, brushing a tendril of hair out of her face, then traced her cheek with his finger tip, stopping at her chin and lifting it slightly. In the dark, he could only just barely make out her eyes. The irises seemed black, but he knew just how warm their brown color was. Her skin seemed a blue white, reminding him of how she looked in the garden on Onderon.
His other fingers joined the one under her chin and he held it for a moment, his thumb brushing up just under her bottom lip. "Sali." he said, his voice taking on an almost chastising tone. "There are some things that are yours by right." His eyes focused intently on hers. "Never ask for what is already yours."
He leaned down then, his hand moving to hold the side of her head as his lips pressed to hers. His fingers tangled into the hair behind her ears and he held firmly, but gently, refusing any thought of separation. Rook held her in the kiss for a few long moments before releasing her mouth from his. Even so, he continued to hold her head close to his own. His closed eyes pressed against her forehead. He breathed, kissed her cheek, her chin, her lips again.
He didn't want to stop, but something inside of him compelled him to pull his lips away from hers again. "Sali." he said, short of breath but not knowing why. "I..." Why was his heart beating so hard? "I love you."
He'd all but blurted the words out, and after they left him, he stayed frozen for a moment, mouth agape at what he'd said. It wasn't that the words were untrue. They were the deepest truth he knew. But to say them out loud... he felt as if the world had shifted, perhaps began turning in an opposite direction. A sense of near vertigo overcame him and he pulled her to him once again to keep himself from flying away into space. "I love you." he repeated, kissing her again and again in quick succession. "I love you."
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Squee
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Sept 12, 2012 10:15:19 GMT -5
Post by Squee on Sept 12, 2012 10:15:19 GMT -5
"Never ask for what is already yours."
“Already… mine…?” It was a hesitant, trailing question. Like the kind asked without any really confusion but rather realization. Sali hadn’t assumed it was proper for her to take a kiss. Not when he gave her a stunned one earlier, behaving as if he didn’t know the difference between the real world and a hallucination.
His kiss was welcomed by her lips. One arm swung over top of his shoulder and she pressed her palm against the back of his head. That hand pushed down on the back of his head lightly, giving away how much she wanted this kiss. Her other hand made a slow crawl across his upper back, her arm beneath his. A silent sigh gushed from her when his lips left. Without opening her eyes, her cupped hand resisted any of his movements to pull away. Weight pressed into her forehead and Sali slowly drew her hand down onto his cheek, breathing out slowly. When his lips tickled hers again, she pressed hers back without hesitation.
“Sali.” Her eyes opened now, meeting his momentarily before watching her forefinger trace the shadow’s outlines on his cheek. She could stay here, she decided, free-floating in Rook’s warmth and drift into sleep. “I… I love you.” Her fingers swayed to a stop and her eyes lazily matched his again. He looked so silly with his mouth agape that she had to smile.
“You… love me…” she murmured, the words foreign on her tongue. He loved her. He loves me. Rook Solosten of Corellia loved her?
Her soul, which had been dangling over the bed for the last couple of minutes, suddenly snapped back into her body. “You love me!” Sali was grinning too widely to participate in the next couple of kisses. “You love me,” she said again, managing to wriggle out her arm from beneath his. His cheeks, like the rest of his body, were comfortably warm as the skin of her palms touched him. Controlling her smile, she instigated the following kiss, pulling her head from the pillow to do so.
“I love you,” she whispered. She felt as though she was swaying on a swing, her feet too far above ground, and delighted but at the mercy of the pendulum she couldn’t control. Tilting her head back onto the pillow, she grazed her thumbs over his eyebrows. There was a compelling, like her mind, voice, and tongue only knew those three words, plus two more. “I love you, too, Rook.”
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Nov 24, 2012 12:30:21 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Nov 24, 2012 12:30:21 GMT -5
She held him in place, in all manners of the word. Her hands, tiny as they were, kept him from floating away. He was dizzy with his confession, happy beyond reason at the truth of it, at its simplicity. He would cry if he weren't grinning, and that thought wasn't at all embarrassing to the man. How could he be embarrassed by such a thing. It felt like the only thing in life he could ever be proud of.
“You… love me…”
"Yes." he said, his face buried in her hair by her ear.
“You love me!”
"Yes!" he said again as he kissed whatever skin he found along her cheeks.
“You love me,”
Rook stopped, his body leaning over hers as he studied the smile on her face. His lips mimicked hers and he managed a chuckle. "With all my heart, yes!"
Sali moved forward and Rook was caught pleasantly surprised at the urgency of her kiss. His hand found the nape of her neck to support her until she pulled away. Her whispered words left him frozen as he'd been after confessing his own love. He dared not breathe until he was sure that was what she had said.
Time, and her movements were agonizingly slow as she settled her head back onto the pillow, looking up at him. He couldn't help but close his eyes as her fingers grazed his brow. And then, it seemed the world hushed so that she could speak again.
“I love you, too, Rook.”
His arms suddenly scooped underneath her body, raising her up as he stood. She lifted so easily into his arms, as if his frame had been designed and built to hold her. It would be a fact to say that the young King had never smiled so widely in his years of existence. He felt as if he could stop an army single-handed, that there wasn't a single molecule in existence outside of his control. He spun Sali around, his laughter a mixture of triumph and relief.
When he released her legs, allowing her to slide down to the ground, his arms kept her body close to his. His eyes looked down on her now, his excitement softened, but certainly not gone. His hands moved to hold her on either side of the head, as if she were some holy thing, clinging desperately, but with a sense of fragility. He kissed her now on the forehead, soft and tender. But that could never be enough, never again. So he pulled her lips to his once more, his right hand moving to encircle her waist. She could be no closer, but he required her to all the same.
He separated his lips from hers but still pressed his face close. He had words to say, but none seemed to find his tongue. They were a jumble of nonsense in his mind. What could he possibly tell her to convey the feeling? He could only hope that she knew. She loved him too, after all. Surely only she could understand it.
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Dec 24, 2012 19:14:12 GMT -5
Post by Squee on Dec 24, 2012 19:14:12 GMT -5
“Rook… what…” No. Let’s not stand up. The bed is warm and comfortable, especially with you in it. She didn’t put her protest to words, however, as the king wrapped his arms strongly around her.
It had been a long time since someone had picked her up simply for fun of it. No one had spun her really, either. Not since she was a young lady, and not since her father had died. So as Rook spun her in circles, Sali giggled like a small girl. Though, at the same time, she also hoped there was nothing she would strike her head on. Her hands stayed on Rook’s shoulders, and she smiled largely at his laughter.
He stopped and she slid down until her toes touched the floor. The room, however, was still spinning some. Her arms stayed around his shoulders and Sali leaned into him, dependent on his support while everything steadied. She was still smiling while looking at his eyes, knowing excitement still burbled there, barely contained like that of a little boy’s.
“All I said,” she began. His hands were warm against her face. His lips were gentle on her forehead. “Was that I loved you.” Sali was still smiling when their lips connected again. Arms wove back around her, encasing her in the safety and closeness she desired. She lost herself in this kiss, hand firmly against the back of his head. When it ended, she waited long enough for them both to take a breath before kissing him again.
“You made me dizzy.” Several moment of comfortable silence had passed, and Sali had rested her head against his shoulder. Despite her words, there was a pleasant expression on her face. “And I’d like to sleep…” But not alone. “Can I stay here?” With your arms around me?
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Dec 29, 2012 9:22:51 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Dec 29, 2012 9:22:51 GMT -5
All she said? She made it sound as if it was nothing more than a commentary on the weather. Did she not understand that those words changed his life? He couldn't even explain how. It was beyond words. But everything was different now. Even the darkness of night seemed a bit brighter. But Rook did not try to explain, not now. Sali wasn't leaving in the morning, or even the day after. For the first time since they'd met, they had time. There was no rush, no haste. There was urgency of course, but not haste. Rook would savor his time with Sali, not waste it by rushing.
“You made me dizzy.” she said.
"Likewise." he whispered through her hair.
“And I’d like to sleep… Can I stay here?”
"Of course." the words left his mouth without him even realizing it. Not that the answer would be any different had he taken a moment to consider. Damn propriety, Rook was not letting this woman out of his arms tonight.
Wanting to hear the music of her laughter again, Rook scooped up the Queen's legs once more and carried her back to the bed. As he laid her down, he slid in next to her, never completely letting go. They rested, his arm cradling her form to his side and her head resting against his chest. His world was filled by the smell of her hair and the warmth of her body beside his. One hand held one of hers on his chest, next to her face. He could feel her breath on his skin as it grew steadier and softer. His other hand traced mindless patterns along her shoulder and upper back.
Soon, the Queen did not stir and Rook dared not move lest he wake her. It was no burden, however. The King couldn't help but grin. And to think, only a short time ago he was in the deepest of despair, but it was already a long forgotten memory.
"I was yours the moment I saw you." he confessed to the darkness, whispering. "I don't think I even knew it then. It was always going to be you. I don't think I ever gave destiny much of a thought. But now... I know that you were always mine."
Sleep came soon enough for Corellia's King as well. Hours would pass and the sun would soon rise. The morning servants would peek into the King's chambers and, seeing him so blissfully dreaming with the beautiful woman from Onderon, would smile and stifle giggles as they quickly closed the doors again. Corellia did not need her King so early, surely.
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