inkedblood (inkedblood) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-11-23 03:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | place: la, ~andais, ~deacon flynn |
Princess and Raven spending an evening together.
Who: Andais & Deacon Flynn
Where: Their Home
When: Sunday evening, November 21st
Andais was dressed in a simple black shift dress. She walked down the stairs from her suite and into the kitchen. She got a glass of water and sat down at the counter, sipping the water as she cut up an apple. She had promised Roz that she would be sure to eat more, so she was making an effort. She peeled the apple and cut it up, putting some peanut butter on each piece. Peanut butter was one of the human foods that she really enjoyed... that and ice cream. Besides the incident that seemed to have diffused itself on its own in Eden the night before, she had been doing a lot better lately, more even. She attributed it to the fact that she was in fact keeping up with remembering to eat something at least once a day. At least that focus on doing better was there.
The guard entered the house from the backyard having finished his daily practice to find his charge in the kitchen. A smile curved his lips seeing her partaking in an apple and peanut butter and, as he passed her, he briefly pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
"Good evening, Princess." He complimented her as was proper, "You're looking lovely as ever." Deacon stated as he, too, pulled a glass down to fill it with water. The fiery fae had been up since Noon, usually the first to rise and the last to turn in for the night among Andais' personal guard. Pulling the two knives he'd been training with from the waistband of his leisure pants, he threw them precisely at the cutting board on the counter, two dull thwacks accompanying their mark. In addition to the pants he wore a white beater that clearly showed off the tattoo on his right bicep, the other was hidden on the underarm of his left arm. He turned to her and asked, "Did you sleep well?"
Her eyes shifted to him entering the house and she smiled softly as he kissed the top of her head. She looked down at herself and shrugged. She hadn't really even attempted to doll herself up as she did most times. She did appreciate the compliment though and nodded her head, returning it with a compliment of her own. "And you look just as nice as you always do. Even sweaty," she said, her smile widening as she teased him.
She popped some of her apple into her mouth and chewed thoughtfully. She thought about her sleep the night before and nodded her head. "I slept very well. A fully day of sleep really makes me feel very well. I trust you slept well."
Deacon chuckled at her teasing of him looking, even sweaty. There was the good sweaty that came after a good romp in the hay, and then there was the bad sweaty that came from a good workout.
Guess which kind Deacon was thinking about? His response to her compliment? Silence. It was probably in everyone's best interest that he not say he didn't look attractive now (although it still boggled him that many human females found other human males attractive this way). Instead, he answered her inquiry with a shrug of his own, "It...could have been better." He'd woken in the middle of the night due to his usual nightmare. Deacon had only revealed, once, to Andais that he had a recurring nightmare of his ordeal in the Hall of Morality.
She only teased with a select few people, so the fact that she teased with him was a nod in the right direction. She nodded her head as he said that it could have been better. She was in the right mindset to remember he had told her that he had nightmares about his ordeal. She did not like thinking about that. He was her prized Raven in her eyes. She did not like that he had such fears still plaguing him.
"I wish that I could change that for you." she said simply as she took another bite of her apple. She held out the plate towards him, cocking her head to the side as she offered him some of her snack.
While he had revealed the nightmare to Andais, he kept absolute silence of his fear of small, enclosed spaces. Being fae, he spent little time indoors, alone, which was what he feared; Being trapped and alone in a space one could hardly move in.
Like the Princess, he pushed those thoughts aside, not wanting to think about them. Plucking an apple slice from the offered plate with a smile, he dipped his head slightly in her direction in thanks to the noble.
Deacon shrugged, munching on the apple a moment and washing down the rest of it with a gulp of water, "It is in the past, Princess, and cannot be changed." He leaned on the counter, a small smile curving his lips as Deacon looked her in the eye. The former Fire God murmured, "It's nice to know that you want to, though."
Many times her kindness and thoughtfulness were overshadowed by her temper and her sometimes precarious grasp on her dark rage. But she did care genuinely about her guards and about Roz. That had been the downfall of her taking the pet the last time. She had cared more about him than he had apparently cared for her in her eyes. He had wanted to leave her. That had been a major stressful on her sanity, which she was just now starting to get a better grasp on.
She returned his gaze and nodded her head. "I would not wish ill on you for anything, Deacon, you should know that by now." she said as she looked down at her plate and continued to eat.
He moved to sit next to her, snatching a bag of bread on the way just before pulling up a stool next to the Princess and sitting. Deacon's shoulder brushed her's as he made a peanut better sandwich, a touch that wouldn't bother of them in the least.
Deacon cut the sandwich in half, putting one half on the woman's plate of apple while sticking the other in mouth. He screwed the top back on the jar of peanut better and started cleaning up the counter from his current position.
Once done, he pressed his forehead against the Princess' hair and murmured a reply, "Nor I you, Princess." Deacon loved Andais, probably more than he should. But in his eyes, the sidhe needed all the love and support she could get.
Andais smiled as he put half of his sandwich on her plate. She glanced up at him, and nodded to him. She knew not to really thank him, as it would be seen as an insult, but she did appreciate everything that he did for her. She leaned more heavily on him than she did any of her other guards. He was the only one that they had managed to keep from day one, the others she got rid of for one reason or another. The other guard they had with them had only been her guard for about 100 years.
She took a bite of the sandwich and she relaxed against his touch. She was a very touchy feely fae, so his touching her and his attention was never unwelcome in her mind. "What are our plans for this evening?" she asked simply as she continued to eat quietly.
Deacon didn't answer immediately, thinking over what had occurred last night. The other guard relayed what had transpired between Andais and a human male the previous evening and the elemental fae was sorely tempted to keep the Princess indoors this evening. However, her mood seemed to be fine, so Deacon didn't foresee any problems occurring. Well, anything drastic. He let his head rest against her's and replied, "What would you like to do this evening, Your Highness?"
She glanced at him and shrugged. "I don't really know." she said as she finished her meal. "I feel much better than I had last night." she said as she slid off of the stool and walked her plate over to the dishwasher. When out amongst the humans, she never really insisted on people taking care of cleaning up after her. "Perhaps just a walk on the beach... I don't really crave the night life tonight..."
"Very well." Deacon smoothly got to his feet, his expression brightening a bit as an idea hit him, "Will Princess Rozenwyn be joining you?"
She shook her head as she looked at him. "No... I do not believe she will be joining me." she said simply.
His expression fell just a little bit. Deacon was rather hoping the other princess would be joining Andais as he was going to suggest having a moonlight picnic would be fun. Anything to keep the Princess of Darkness and Shadows happy. The guard hated seeing Andais sad and unhappy. He drained the last of the water from his glass and put it in the dishwasher, too. Kissing Andais on the top of the head again, he said, "I'll go wash up and then we can head out."
She closed her eyes whenever he kissed the top of her head again. "I will wait for you to return." she said simply as she looked up at him. She knew that they did not like it whenever she left home, even back at the sithens by herself, even though the beach was just outside the french doors and outside of their yard.
He grinned at the Princess and turned to bound, happily, up the stairs. While he gathered up clothes to put on for their outing, Deacon let the other guard know what that evening's plans were with the strict warning to not provoke Andais' wrath again. The older fae never stayed in the shower any longer than was necessary, especially of the shower was small. The small ones tended to remind him too much of the box he'd been trapped in for a week. Soon after, Deacon was once again in the kitchen, prepping his Walther P99 on the off chance they had trouble and holstered it at the small of his back. The guard was dressed in a simple pair of black jeans, boots, and a white t-shirt that he left untucked to hide the hand gun. Deacon double checked all the blades he carried and announced he was ready to leave whenever Andais was ready.
She nodded her head and walked out the back door once he'd told her that he was ready. She didn't understand all the todo whenever they were just going out to the beach. But then again, she had always known that she'd be able to take care of herself if it came down to it. Her ability to disappear into the night was something that she valued more than her ability to use the night as a weapon. Though she knew that she needed to allow the guards to take the precautions that they felt necessary whenever she was in her sensible mood. And tonight she was in a sensible mood. She enjoyed the fact that the darkness of night was starting to take over the sky. She felt a comfort that many didn't in the night. She could hear the whispers flowing on the night air, it possibly was one of the reasons that she balanced precariously on the edge of sanity. Thought she had started learning to tune it out.
Deacon stayed at a discreet distance, pulling out a cigarette from the pack he kept in one of his jeans pocket. The fire elemental didn't need the use of lighters or matches, lighting the end of the cigarette by his will alone. It was a bad habit to have, even among his kind, but the smoke didn't bother him (an attribute he reasoned was due to his origins) and kept a reasonable eye on Andais as she walked along the beach.
At some point, Deacon ditched his boots, throwing them toward the house. Really...why had he bothered putting them on? Habit, he guessed. While the guard had issues with enclosed spaces and sometimes water in those spaces, Deacon had no qualms sticking his feet in the crashing waves while he walked after the faerie princess. The guard paused now and then to look out over the Pacific, taking in the dying view.
Andais walked along the shore, her bare feet in the water. She pulled some of the darkness around her, creating a shawl that settled down around her shoulders. She stopped a few hundred yards away from the house and sat down on the cooling sand, letting her toes remain in the upper limits of the surf.
Deacon's mischievous side raised it's ugly head and as he approached the Princess he sprinted the last few yards and launched himself in the air. The fae's timing was perfect and he landed in front of Andais just as a wave surged toward the female and Deacon splashed her. Delighted laughter fell from the guard's lips as he plopped down beside her in the sand, falling backward in a fit of giggles. He, of course, only splashed her once. Deacon wasn't about to press his luck.
She squealed as she put her hands up in front of her face to block some of the splash. She pouted softly as he plopped down beside her and crossed her arms over her chest. She didn't enjoy being the butt of the joke. She remained quiet.
The quiet that descended after his splash was an indicator to Deacon that his actions had not been well received. Having propped himself up with his elbows, he nudged her foot with his own sand encrusted toes, a silent question on his tanned features.
She felt the nudge and looked over at him. She looked at him, that was a good sign at least. She sighed softly and then looked back out at the water. She hadn't felt like being wet that night. But she wasn't going to hold it against him. She let her arms loosen before leaning forward, her arms wrapped around her knees, her chin settling against the tops of her knees.
Sitting up, the guard redeemed himself (hopefully), by infusing the royal sidhe with warmth against the cold she was probably now feeling. He lifted a hand to place it on her shoulder, making sure he touched bare skin and closed his eyes. Where his hand touched Andais, a slow feeling of warmth radiated from it, spread and engulfed the other fae. His hand was then replaced by his head and he murmured softly, "Forgive me?"
She felt his hand against her skin and then felt the warmth spread from his hand through her body. She closed her eyes as she was enveloped by his warmth, relaxing into the feeling of it. When he put his head against her shoulder, she rested her cheek against the top of his head as she turned her face. "I can never stay mad at you long, Deacon." she said softly.
"Well, duh. Who can resist this face?" He teased, pulling a mock puppy dog expression on the Princess. Ok, now Deacon was just being cocky.
She arched a brow as she looked at him. "Do not press your luck too hard..." she said as she shook her head. "One day you may cease to amuse me as much as you normally do."
Despite the smile that curved his lips at Andais' warning, he paid considerable heed to it. It was more than a strong possibility that it would come true. Long favored friends would fall out of favor for the most minor, or major, of infractions. It would break Deacon's heart if he ever on the receiving end of that dire warning.
"Yes, Your Highness," was the sidhe's dutiful reply. Deacon then nuzzled his nose in her hair, briefly, before pulling away to stand and leave the Princess to her thoughts.
She didn't think she'd ever lose her amusement with Deacon. He had been by her side for as long as she could remember and even longer than that. She knew in her heart that he'd be there long from now. She didn't think that she would ever be able to handle losing him. It might actually be the straw that broke the her completely from reality if it came to pass. She closed her eyes as he nuzzled her hair. She enjoyed the tender touches here and there that he gave her. It was something that she relished. The other guard was not as tender with her, and it was probably the one that she took out her unexpected rage on more often than him. Her eyes followed him as he walked away from her before she looked back out at the water, her chin returning to its perch on her knees.