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Post by Kayla on Feb 20, 2008 23:13:25 GMT -5
Kayla flinched a bit as the thunder rolled over them, but her green eyes remained firm. Her hair wisping around her face, some of it having escaped from the confines of her ponytail, she did not look the picture of a queen. Rolling her eyes, she saw that there was no way to get out of this situation. It wouldn't have worked out better if Terion had planned it, really. It would seem as if the fates were not on her side tonight. "Fine," she muttered, stepping into the room and shutting the door, "but only because of the rain!" Going over to the bed, she put her bags on the foot of it. Sitting down, she refused to look at him, resolving to not act as if he were there. Her mother would faint of mortification if she knew her daughter was sleeping in the same room as a man. Loosing her hair, she began to run her fingers through it, working out the tangles. This was going to be a long night, and they hadn't even eaten dinner yet.
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Post by Terion, King of Ireland on Feb 20, 2008 23:24:56 GMT -5
Terion watched as Kayla walked into the room and sat down on the bed and didn't face him. Perhaps Kayla thought that she could act as though he was not even in the same room. That wouldn't bother Terion too much. It wasn't like he was going to try anything unless both parties were willing. He sincerely believed that she wasn't the type to jump all over someone. Although he had noticed her flinch at the sound of the thunder. He figured that she was probably scared of thunderstorms. The thunder began to rumbled and clap louder, as if it was over top of them and about to bring down the roof. Terion sighed and laid down on his blanket. He could sleep through anything. "Well, get some sleep." Terion said, closing his eyes as another clasp of thunder roared in the sky.
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Post by Kayla on Feb 20, 2008 23:31:12 GMT -5
Nervously, Kayla finished combing out her hair, her eyes flicking upwards as if a lightning bolt would strike any moment. She would never tell anyone, but she hated thunderstorms. Kayla hated the rolling thunder, the crash of striking lightning, the slight tremble of the rain on the roof. Pulling up the covers, she snuggled into bed, her green eyes wide in the dark. There would be little sleep this night. With every rumble of thunder she flinched, silently trembling in the dark. Laying down, she lay on her side, covering her ears with a pillow in an effort to drown out the noise. No such luck. The storm raged on, howling as if wishing to rip her apart. Her heart raced, her breathing erratic. Fortunately the storm kept Terion from hearing this. She would die before admitting her irrational fear to him. Closing her eyes, she bit back a whimper as lightning flashed, sending her into a deep state of fearfulness.
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Post by Terion, King of Ireland on Feb 20, 2008 23:40:59 GMT -5
Terion was listening for Kayla to be troubled by the storm. He was expecting her to be fearful so much that he actually turned over on his blanket so that he was facing Kayla and he could see her. She was wide awake and with her pillows over her head. Terion watched her as she shivered in fear every time she heard the crack of thunder or saw the flash of lightning. There was no doubt in Terion's mind that she was fearful of storms. Terion sighed and sat up silently. He then rose to his knees and walked over to Kayla and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. He was ready to recoil in case she struck at him. People in fear were paranoid and he didn't feel like being the victim of one. "Are you alright Kayla?" He asked as another crack of thunder roared above them.
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Post by Kayla on Feb 20, 2008 23:44:45 GMT -5
Suddenly there was a hand on her shoulder. Panicked, Kayla sprang upright, her eyes wild, and struck it away fearfully. Scrambling backwards, she almost fell off of the bed. It was only then that she realized it was just Terion. Pulling the covers to herself almost protectively, she attempted a wavering smile and gulped. "I am fine," she assured shakily. At that moment a loud crack split through the air, seeming to send her mind into a blind panic. Jumping visibly, her eyes widened even more as she ducked her head, pressing her hands to her ears as if waiting for death to strike. Trembling, she prayed for the storm to be over. She just wanted this torture to end.
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Post by Terion, King of Ireland on Feb 20, 2008 23:49:51 GMT -5
So she wasn't fearless. Terion couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for her. This had to be torture for her, especially since the storm seemed to be right over them and not going anywhere in a hurry. Terion watched as she jumped away from him and sat there curled up with his hands over her head. Terion knew that he had been able to comfort her before and he hoped that he could do so now. He didn't want to see her in discomfort and not just because she was a queen. Terion shook his head at her answer, "No you are not." He whispered and moved over to her, "You don't like storms." He said, "Don't worry you don't have to admit it." Terion said as he moved his right hand on her shoulder, running it back and forth gently on her. He sat down on the bed next to her and just looked at her with kind eyes as she sat there.
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Post by Kayla on Feb 20, 2008 23:55:54 GMT -5
Kayla had never had someone there to comfort her during storms. Her parents had never known - it would have only worried them. She kept silent as he spoke, not wanting to say the words, and not able to say the words either. Her mouth was dry from fear, her skin cold as she trembled. Flinching, she looked up at Terion as he tried to comfort her. But that was the thing about phobias. They would not be resolved by kind words. She was torn on what to do. Her whole being wanted to run, to hide, to lash out in fear. But she also was eager to have it go away, to be comforted. So, as is often the case, she did nothing. Her startled green eyes stayed shut, her skin crawling with fear, a small whimper escaping her throat, unheard, each time the thunder crashed over the inn. This was not a good start to her rule.
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Post by Terion, King of Ireland on Feb 21, 2008 0:04:27 GMT -5
Terion didn't see a queen in front of him. He saw a young woman who was scared of a storm. He saw a real person, with real fears and with real emotions. So often people put up fake walls and smiles to others and did not show their true selfs. This was easily and unmistakable Kayla's true self. He could feel her quivering and she did nothing under his touch except continue to shake with each clap of thunder. Terion didn't like to see her this way and so he drew a little bit closer to her. he had not been attacked yet, so he figured that she wouldn't be totally defiant towards him. He moved his other hand around her and just held her in his arms, once again putting her head on his chest like the night before. Terion knew how to comfort women, he knew they needed care and affection. Terion was not afraid to show that.
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Post by Kayla on Feb 21, 2008 0:11:47 GMT -5
As much as this deep fear was a part of Kayla, she hated it so much. Every storm rendered her helpless, unable to move, unable to do anything but quiver in fear. There was nothing to stop it. She was barely aware of Terion's closeness as he drew her to himself, so afraid was she. There was nothing in her world but the harsh drill of rain and the constant angry boom of thunder. Each flash of lightning illuminated her dark hair spilling over her shoulders, her tightly shut eyes. And the light just barely glinted on a single tear that made its way out of her eye. Slowly it meandered down her cheek until dropping to the comforter. Still she shook before the storm as before. Terion's presence did little to help her. There were few things to cure a fear so deep inside her as this was. Just care and affection would do little in the face of a thunderstorm.
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Post by Terion, King of Ireland on Feb 21, 2008 0:20:52 GMT -5
Terion began to rock her a little bit as her symptoms did not get too much better. He kept her head against his chest, kissing her head gently, hoping to comfort her, hoping to make her be able to get some rest. He wondered if he would have to do this often when there were storms. It didn't matter. He didn't think too much about the other storms that he would have to comfort her during. He was just thinking about the one storm that he was having to comfort her through now. Terion held her as close to him as he could without hurting her. He knew that he needed to get her mind off the storm somehow and ironically there was only on thing that came to his mind. He moved his hand to her cheek and wiped away the single tear that she had shed. His touch was gently and he moved his hand from her cheek to her chin and brought her head up so she was looking at him. He then leaned down and placed a kiss on her lips again, kissing her passionately, hoping that this would work.
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Post by Kayla on Feb 21, 2008 10:57:08 GMT -5
Her skin quivered as a flash of lighting lit up the room. Kayla was curled up tightly, as if to resist the danger of the storm. She did not know why she was afraid; perhaps it had been the blizzard she had been found in when she was but a child. Or perhaps there had been some childhood incident she did not know of. But whatever the reason, there was only the fear now in Kayla's mind. A hand stroked her cheek gently, barely touching her cold skin. And then there was the sensation of warm lips on hers. Momentarily she forgot about the storm, her tensed muscles relaxing a bit as she faded out of her fear. But within seconds another loud crash of thunder shook the ramshackle inn, and Kayla pulled away, terrified once more.
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Post by Terion, King of Ireland on Feb 21, 2008 14:22:04 GMT -5
The kiss worked for a short time until another crack of thunder broke her away from him and she jumped again in fear. Terion knew that she was lost in her mind and with him, away from the storm and away from the thunder and lighting when she was kissing him. However, he also knew that it would be very difficult for her to continue to stay in that world because of the intensity of the storm overhead. Terion still needed to do something. So, he drew her into another kiss, trying to make his kiss more passionate and more consuming than the one previously. He moved his hand to her back and held her tightly in his muscular body, holding her close against his chest. He began to move her down onto the bed so that her head would be half way encompassed by the pillows and she wouldn’t hear as well. He hoped she would forget about the storm.
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Post by Kayla on Feb 23, 2008 19:32:41 GMT -5
Again her fears were quelled as she was drawn once more into a deep kiss. Her arms, skin quivering, were folded against his chest as he pulled her in. Against her own earlier statutes, Kayla found herself kissing him back, a bit reluctantly at first, but growing in intensity. His lips were pressed firmly against hers, his muscular chest against her slender arms as the moment grew. Slowly she sank into the soft pillow, her dark hair contrasting with the white of the pillowcase. Another crash of thunder echoed overhead, and again she flinched. But this time she did not pull away as strongly as before, allowing his lips to remain close to hers. Slowly she lost herself in the kiss, because such a thing was better than losing her mind to the storm.
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Post by Terion, King of Ireland on Feb 24, 2008 16:16:07 GMT -5
For a few moments, Terion was unsure if his effort to surmise her fear of the storm was being successful. However, his plan was tested when yet another crack of thunder rolled overhead and Kayla flinched. However, this time was not nearly as prominent as the last, and she kept his lips close to her and he was more than willing to do the same for her. Yes, Terion was trying to help her get through the storm, but he had wanted to kiss Kayla since he had seen her. She was fiery, witty, stubborn and he loved those things in a woman. He loved challenges, no matter what obstacles they brought forth. Terion let his lips press against hers yet again. For being someone that had never kissed anyone before, she certainly had an explicit knowledge of this topic. He kept his lips against hers, taking only a few short breaks to breath and whenever she had to pull away after a crack of thunder. Her ears were mostly covered by the pillows. The storm needed to pass quickly; of course, there were times when Terion hoped that it didn't.
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Post by Kayla on Feb 25, 2008 11:09:04 GMT -5
As the thunder rumbled overhead, Kayla found herself caring less and less. Her logical mind screamed for her to back away, to not let this stranger intrude on her. But her emotions swam with the nearness of him and his lips against hers. Her arms slid up around his neck, keeping him close. He was warm against her, his chest strong even through his clothes. Her soft lips pressed against his, gently kissing him, trying to forget about the storm. The rumbles receded in the distance, the storm beginning to leave the area. But it was not gone yet, and it reminded them with a flash of lightning and a crash of thunder. Flinching again, Kayla's lips drew away from Terion's. But they were so close that it was hardly a few seconds until her lips were against his again, drawn to the intoxicating sensation that tingled down her spine.
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