Laying across the width of the bed, her feet dangling from one end, and her head off the other, it seemed she was comfortable. Shoulder length silver hair barely brushed the floor as she played with it, and one silver, one golden eye staring outwards towards the darkened window, the stars dancing on the other side. Biting her lip, like her mother, she rolled a little fang across the skin, leaving an irratated red line. Gently rocking her foot, almost as if she was keeping time with it. A small yawn and she closed her eyes, wondering if she had the date wrong, the time even? It had been weeks since she saw him last, training getting the better of his time, it always had, and in some weird way, it was just like her parents. Dad was always gone, and mom always waited. Even with a promise things wouldnt be that way forever, she was always the one waiting.
Peeking the golden eye out, she glanced at the window again, the candle in her room growing dimmer as the wick grew shorter. Waiting, its a funny thing. When you dont do it, you miss the biggest things in life, when you do, do it.. It feels like an eternity. It sparked the thought, that her mother must have felt like she waited her life twice over. Giving her head a small shake, she chuckled. It didnt matter, she knew, she would wait till the ends for this boy, no one understood her like he did. Rolling to her stomach, she crawled off the bed and stood up, stretching along the wall like a cat did against the floor. Her nails gently scratching at the wooden walls, another yawn and she peered out the window, eyeing the moon. "Its not too late." She whispered into the growing dark, then sat down heavily on the edge of her bed again. Laying back, resting her head on the soft pillow, fighting to keep her eyes open.
The knock came at the window, and she leapt up as it startled her. Throwing the window open she stepped back as he crawled through. He smiled stupidly, and tumbled into the room loudly. Luci winced and scampered to the door, peeking out to see if he was heard. He stood up and dusted himself off, dropping his bags beside the open window. She closed the door quietly and turned to him, still wearing that stupid smile. She giggled softly and walked over to him, and he embraced her with loving arms. "I was afraid you would be sleeping." He whispered, nuzzling his cheek against hers. She shook her head and kissed his cheek, her fingers locking together at his back making sure he wasnt going anywhere. He clung to her, running a hand through her short silver hair breathing in the smooth sweet scent of mageroyal.
She leaned back a minute, although he was relcutant to let her. She stared at him for a few moments, her fingers dragged over his bare face, she sighed sweetly and kissed him. Caught off guard he stared for a few seconds before closing his eyes and cradled her cheek. Their kiss ended and they pressed their foreheads together, she laughed quietly, nervously. "I love you Luci" She stopped her nervous little laughter and raised her eyes to his, not sure she heard him right, but the words were too caught in her throat to even ask. When she finally opened her mouth to speak, he shook his head, petting her hair back. "You dont have to say it. I just wanted you to know... I dont think your parents would be too thrilled.."
She sighed, knowing it might be true. He pulled her close into a tight embrace, and she returned it, resting her head on his shoulder, being near the same height to begin with. Her fingers traced along his other shoulder. "What do you want to do tonight?" She asked softly, lifting her head and kissing the corner of his mouth. He turned his head after and looked down at her, a gentle smile on his lips. "What did you want to do, sit and talk, or sleep? I promise I can be out before morning.. I just want to hold you in my arms, forever." It made her cheeks darken and she burried her face in his neck.
"Then how about we crawl into bed..." She stepped backward, pulling him along, keeping their bodies as close as she could. He followed, the small steps almost made him trip up, but they reached the edge of the bed, and she sat down. Staring up at him, her hands resting on his hips, smiling. He looked down, and his mind couldnt help but wander, as all young boys minds did. He had to give his head a good shake before he came back to the real world. She had already shifted back on the bed, curling up on her tiny half under the covers. He sat down, kicking his boots off and neatly placing them under the bed, his belt came away from his waist and hung over the headboard. He crawled under the covers, laying on his side, he scooped her into his arms, holding her close. Lips pressed to her forehead, all he could smell was the soft sweet floral of her hair. She could smell his amor still on his skin, he must have changed just before getting there. It was the only scent she could pick up on him.
He closed his eyes first, worn for a hard days work. He yawned softly and settled in, the moon peeking through the window, giving all the light they would need amongest the dreamers. He clung to her, and her to him, she felt him sleep, his chest falling and rising heavily. "Good night... I love you too." She whispered and closed her eyes, resting her head on his arm to sleep for the night, praying she would wake herself early enough in the morning.
He tossed and turned in his sleep, no matter how he clung to her, the dreams of slaughtering men flooded his dreams. A troubled soul, his parents called him. He dreamt endlessly of raising his blade, when amongest the sea of bodies, her body lay atop them all. Cut, crying in pain, reaching out for him. It was almost as if he watched himself from anothers view, bangs hanging over his eyes, a sinster smile as he took her hand, pressing the tip of his blade to her heart and pulled her body up it. Her once brilliant eyes faded quickly and she fell limp, sliding slowly down the steel. He pressed his boot to her stomach and pulled his sword away, leaving her body to lay there and rot with the others.
He woke up, sweating, tears wetting his cheeks. She faced away from him, still sleeping contently. He wiped his eyes and started pulling his boots on. Afraid. Amongest that, the sun was dawning, her family would rise soon enough. Her mother probably already gone. After he put his boots on, he sat for a moment, pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes, trying to rub the images from his mind. He heard a rapping on the door, heavy knuckles. She jolted up as he was wiping his eyes clear, he didnt want her to see him like that. She looked at him already getting ready and frowned. He turned to face her slightly, taking her chin into his hand and pulled her close to give her a sweet kiss.
Eventually he pulled away, and she followed him a few inches, not wanting anything to end, but he stood and grabbed his belt in a hurry, slipping it around his waist. He mouthed the words 'I'm sorry' to her. She sighed and nodded lightly, looking off to the side. It sank his heart like a boat in the middle of the ocean. He couldnt help it, neither could she. They both seemed to sigh at the same time, the knock came again as her father walked past once more, his footsteps sounded towards his own room. She had to train today, he always did this. Wanting her up early enough to get ready and make it there on time. He walked over to the window, sitting on the windows edge.She got up and ran over to him, sliding her arms around him, holding him tightly.
"Don't go..." She whispered. "I have to.." He replied weakly. His tone, she thought, somethings bothering him. "W-whats wrong?" She stammered. "Nothing hun.." He ran his hand over her hair and kissed her again, she melted into it and squeezed him tightly. Slowly they parted and rested their foreheads against each other, she gently nuzzled his nose and stared at him. His thoughts went to her fading eyes, and he shivered. Gently pushing her away. "I hafta go..." He said, swinging his leg over the window. She stepped back and nodded sadly. He swung the other leg over and let himself drop to the ground, a foot drop wasnt so bad. She ran to the window and leaned out it. "I love you" She said quickly, her feet barely touching the floor inside the house. He turned and looked up at her, smiling. "I love you too... I'll be back in a week, I promise" He seized the reins for his saber, who managed to be quiet this entire night and mounted up, riding off, looking back every few feet, watching her half hang out her window.
There was a smaller knock this time, and the door started to swing open. She heard it and pulled herself off the windows edge and grabbed the windows, pulling them closed as she slid back into the room. She turned her back to it and faced the door. Blinking her eyes innocently, her father stood there, looking somewhat confused. His daughter up before dawn, and out of bed no less. "Breakfast. You're mother made some before she left." Luci nodded quickly. "I'll be out soon." She said softly. He nodded, looking at the window, then back at her. Giving his head a small shake he closed the door, heading back to the kitchen for something to eat. She dressed quickly, her heart lept, yet sank. He loved her, it made her feel like she could fly, but he was gone for another week, it killed her. Her fingers felt numb as she tried to lace her tunic and leggins, so it took her a few more tries then it should have.
Grabbing her pack off the floor near the door, she walked out. Throwing it to the couch as she walked by it and into the kitchen. She picked up two muffins off the table, stuffing one in her mouth, and holding onto one as she sat down. Cidolfas shook his head and smirked. She had grown up so much. He remembered her first steps, first words, he had been home for them. Its what mattered a great deal to him. Managing to keep his promise to Alistair, he would be there as much as he could while their daughter grew. She was a grown girl now, it had gone past far too quickly for his liking.
He found himself wondering, he never saw her with boys. None that she seemed to take an interest in anyways. Just the ones who playfully teased her, and she held her own against them. She never really hung out with the girls either. Social butterfly, but a loner at the same time. He wondered if she had fallen in love yet, had her first kiss. He concerned him a bit, seeing as he had never met anyone, nor would he likely find them fitting for his little girl, and it wasnt exactly an easy topic for a father to bring up. He needed a son, that would be much easier for him. He opened his mouth to speak, and Luci stopped chewing, because she saw he had something on his mind, yet instead, he broke off a piece of bread and stuffed it in his mouth.
Glancing sideways he felt silly. Here, a man who had maimed the horde, slaughtered Illidari troops, laid waste to Arthas' minions, couldnt ask his own daughter if she had an interest in anyone. She looked him over as he chewed and thought. Swallowing the last chunk of muffin in her mouth, she stood up, walking behind him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and smiled. "Love you daddy." She said with a content chirp and kissed his cheek then made her way to her pack, leaving a few crumbs on his cheek which he brushed away with a smirk. "I'll be late tonight." She called back and waved as he turned in his seat to watch her leave. He waved back slightly as the front door closed. He would have Ali talk to her. Yes, that was it, her mother would speak to her, maybe she could get some answers he so sought.
The night had fall hours before she arrived back, her fingers felt numb. Creeping in the house, she looked around to find no one waiting. Her parents trusting her to be home at a decent hour, if not let them know ahead of time. Luciellen dropped her bag near the door, atop her mothers and fathers. It was just the place they went. She yawned wide and sauntered to her room, scuffing her soft soled shoes across the floor, her parents heard this, knowing their daughter was home safe, curled into each others arms, and smiled. Cid held off his sleep and looked down at his wife. "You need to speak with Luciellen.." he said, causing Ali to look up at him and snort softly in the darkness. "A demand? Now my dear, what has caused you to bring this along?" He seemed to adjust his arms around her, pulling her close. "I want to know if she has someone..." "Why not ask her yourself?" The priestess shot back.
Cid cleared his throat. "Simply because I feel its best if it comes from her mother, instead of feeling cornered by her father!" "Fiiiine fine fine" She said and snuggled in. "I'll speak with her in the morning. Probably the most oppertune time to do so my dear." With that, he curled back up to her, the ridgedness gone from his body and he pressed his lips to her forehead, in silent thanks. Ali idly rubbed at her tummy, remembering the days with her daughter still swimming inside. It brought a smile to her face, then a larger one as she knew her daughter was grown so much.
The door closed to the young druids room. She flopped down on the bed, staring at her ceiling. Her arm draped over her forehead, the other laid across her stomach. "Oh where are you..." It had felt like weeks, when in fact it was just that morning he had left her arms lingering for him. She raised her arm from her forehead after a few minutes, her index finger pointing into the darkness of the room, the Moon the only thing peeking through. She drew his name in the air, let it linger then dropped it against the bed heavily.
She let out a softened sigh and closed her eyes. Her mind lingering a bit in both worlds, the concious world where she was aware of her body, but the dream world, where everything she wanted, was within fingers grasp.
A knock at the window, caused her to sit up. The sun shone through brightly, and she looked at the window to see the fist come up and knock again at the bottom of the pane. She jumped up out of bed, her feet tangling in the covers and nearly falling. Regaining her composure she ran to the window, throwing it open to see him standing there staring back up at her. He gave only a meek wave and boosted himself up into the window. She took a step back and stared at him, without thinking, and with him barely though, she wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her cheek and ear to his chest. He sighed lightly and stroked her hair, holding her close.
"I was worri-.." He cut her off with a kiss, his thumb stroking her cheek. She pulled away, dumbfounded and blushing. She couldnt seem to spit out words, and only stammered before he pulled her in, holding her again. "I missed you too... I wasn't gone that long either. I got halfway, and had to turn around and come back." He spoke softly, knowing the time of day wasnt a good time to be here, thus keeping his tone low. She took a step backward, he followed accordingly. In all of her joy, she had lost the pathing in her own room and backed right up into the large armoir with a thud, her fingers ran along his side as she stared up at him. "Dont leave me again. Please" She pleaded with him.
He slid his pack off his shoulder and let it hit the floor, and quickly cradled her cheeks in his hands. "I promise you Luciellen, I wont leave you again." With that he kissed her sweetly, she held her body to his and sighed between their lips. Her own hands slid up his chest, under his shoulderpads, fingers finding the small clips that held them in place, and undid them. Giving them a small push back, they fell to the floor with an even louder thump. Running them back down she undid the laces of the front of his armor, and let him slide that off. A small break in their kiss, and she stared down at his bare chest. Fingers tenderly running along a few of the scars he had. Expected for his line of work.
He pulled her shirt off, up and over her head, bringing her hands back down, she crossed them over her chest, hiding herself for a moment before he gently pulled them away and picked her up. She gave out a small squeak and eased into his arms. Setting her down on the bed, he knelt over her, continuing their previous kiss passionatly. He traced his fingers along her stomach, up her side and over her breast, causing her to shiver. He took this as a positive sign and took hold of the firm mound, squeezing it lightly, she groaned for him, a sweet reward.
She whimpered and moaned with each small movement of his hand, as he kissed along her collarbone, neck, jaw, and the edges of her ear. All she could manage to do was run her fingers through his hair, and grip his arm, digging the edges of her nails into the muscle toned flesh. He pressed his hips and attentive lower half to her, she gasped and her eyes flicked open, staring at the ceiling. A few more seconds and she eased back into her closed lidded moaning, her hips seemingly taking on their own and raised to meet his. She could feel her inner thighs coated with her own liquid, feeling her leather pants slide against her lower half.
A heavy fist fell against her door, three times in a quick row. She tried to ignore it, then they fell again three more times and she bolted up in bed, her arm sweeping aside. Eyes now opened, she realized she was the only one in the dark room. No candle, only a small sliver of light from the moon cast across her floor. She looked around almost in a panic, she was still dressed, there were no bags at the window, but still that wet slick feeling between her legs remained. Crawling out of bed she went to the door, cracking it open to see her father standing there wearing a worried expression. She looked up at him as he looked down.
"Are you alright?" He reached out, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. "Of course..." She said softly, "Why do you ask?" His worried face never left. "You were whimpering and whining, like your mother does when shes not dreaming well..." She blushed, he took it simply as embarassment for whimpering, she obviously knew it was for another reason. Nodding lightly, she told him she was fine, just restless and sore from training. Kissing his daughters forehead he walked away back to his bed with his wife, who was sound asleep. Luciellen closed the door and sauntered back to her bed. Laying down, she simply stared into the darkness, closing her eyes for the few glimpses of her dream before she forgot them.
She tilted her head to stare at the closed, undisturbed window, tears welling in her two toned eyes. She rolled fully onto her side and sobbed softly. It was such a dissapointment, swearing until the ends of the line it was all real, the though, the feel, the love. It all felt so... Real. Her fingers dragged along the side of the bed he slept on the night before. Pulling a pillow from under her head, she cuddled it close to her stomach. "Come back to me..." Her tears wet the pillow under her head as she curled the other to her body, a cheap imitation of him. Her eyes closed, her fingers grasped, and she drifted off into a restless sleep.