inkedblood (inkedblood) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-12-07 17:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | place: la, ~andais, ~deacon flynn |
Who: Andais & Deacon
Where: The beach & their room.
When: Sunday, Dec. 5th, evening
The nightmare of being trapped in a box with paralyzing cold woke him again after only a few hours sleep. It was still dark outside when Deacon was startled awake and checked to see if he'd disturbed the sleeping form of Andais beside him. When it appeared as if she was fine, the guard quietly slipped from the bed to pull on his pants and the white beater he'd been wearing the night before. Deacon made sure he was armed and then slipped out to the beach where, with a shaky hand, he slipped a cigarette between his lips and lit it up.
Andais rolled over whenever his side of the bed grew cold, her hand reaching for the familiar warmth. Whenever she didn't feel it there, she blinked awake. She frowned softly as she glanced around the room. When she didn't see him, she slid out of bed and pulled on one of his shirts. It was long enough that it hit her mid thighs, and was nearly a dress on her. She walked out of the bedroom and downstairs. Not finding him in the living room or in the kitchen, she looked out the back yard and walked out onto the back porch. She saw him out on the beach smoking. She walked out of the house and out to him. "I woke up and you weren't there..." she said softly as she let her hand touch his arm.
At the touch, Deacon flinched, but didn't pull away. He pulled himself together, clearing his throat as he apologized, "I'm sorry, Andais, I hope I didn't disturb you..." The guard took a drag on his cigarette, closing his eyes and taking a deep, calming breath so he could appear the always impervious guard. Maybe he could feel less like curling up in a corner and crying his eyes out, and more the tough guard he was supposed to be.
Andais saw the flinch and pulled her hand back, wrapping her arms around herself. "You did not disturb me... I was worried about you though." she said as she looked up at him. "Why are you out here..." she asked softly. She bit her bottom lip as she cocked her head to the side.
The guard felt her hand pull away and he opened his eyes. Deacon took her hand, "I'm sorry I worried you." His gaze dropped to their hands, his thumb stroking the back of it. The guard replied softly, "Bad dream," Deacon then lifted her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to the fingertips. "You should go back to sleep, Andais."
She shook her head as she watched him kiss her finger tips. Ignoring his suggestion of her going back to sleep, she stepped forward, her other hand moving up to his face, turning it so that she could look him in the face. "Talk to me, my love... what has you so shook up... you know I am always here for you..."
He flicked his unfinished cigarette away and took both of her hands, lacing his fingers with hers. Deacon took another deep breath, closing his eyes as he started to say, "About....fifty or so years before I was assigned to you..." The guard opened his eyes to gaze at Andais, "I was punished for disobeying. For a week, I was in the Hall of Morality, locked in a box with water, very, *very* cold water added every day." Deacon gulped, his fingers tightening just a bit on the woman's, "Cold like that and excessive water is very bad for me, Andais, it is one of my weaknesses due to my...origins." He took another deep breath, "Your father was quite adept at figuring out an appropriate punishment for me." The guard shook his head, "I never disobeyed again."
She frowned softly as he spoke. She hated that someone had done anything like that to him. She knew her father was quite adept at finding the thing that was appropriate for punishment. "Is that what your nightmare is?" she asked. "Is that the one that wakes you up sometimes?" she asked quietly, her frown deepening.
The guard nodded silently and shifted forward, touching his forehead to hers. Deacon's eyes closed again at the memory of all those years ago surfaced, "The water was so cold, Andais, I couldn't move. Even if I could, there was hardly any room in that box..."
She moved her arms to wrap them up around his neck, "That will never happen to you again. I guarantee it won't, Deacon. Just as I am yours to protect, you are mine to protect." she said as she let one of her hands pet him gently. "You will never ever be punished like that again."
Like her arms around his neck, Deacon wrapped his arms around her waist. Tension drained from his shoulders and he exhaled sharply. The warmth of few tears spilled onto his cheeks and he whispered back, "Thank you, Andais."
She saw the tears spill over his cheeks and she moved her lips up to kiss them away softly. "There is no thanks required, my love. I told you that I love you... and I've told you before if I could change what happened to you, I would. I'd rather pluck the very stars from the night sky than ever see you hurt."
He chuckled softly, "Leave the stars where they are, dear one." Deacon murmured, lifting a hand to stroke her hair. "You know I would do anything to see you safe, yes?"
She nodded her head as she looked up at him. "I know you will always keep me safe, Deacon. I have never doubted that in my life."
Deacon brushed his nose against hers before planting a kiss on her lips. Pulling away, he murmured as his thumbs stroked her cheeks, "Ready to go back to bed?" He asked in a hushed tone.
She kissed him back softly, her hands sliding down his chest before taking his hands. "I am ready... I have something in my room for you..." she said as she bit her bottom lip.
The guard quirked a brow in a mixture of surprise and curiosity. Andais was hardly shy or uncertain about things, but that bite of the lower lip was a huge indicator and honestly...Deacon found it rather cute and he chuckled, "And what, pray tell, has my love so uncertain?" He tickled her just a bit before slipping a single arm around her wait and guided her toward the back porch leading back into the house.
She giggled as he tickled her, and squirmed in his arms. "Just something." she said as she walked with him back up towards the porch. She brushed the sand off of her feet and walked in. The puppy looked up at them and then went back to sleep. "Such a good guard dog." she said with a small snicker.
"Oh, yeah. The best," Deacon added with some sarcasm, rolling his eyes as he followed after the princess.
She smiled as she walked with him up the stairs to her bedroom. She moved over to her closet and got into her jewelry box. The ring she'd been wearing for several days had a mate. Meant for her consort. She pulled it out of the jewelry box and walked to him. "Give me your hand." she said as she looked up at him.
Deacon implicitly trusted Andais with his life, so it was no surprise that he held up both hands without question. His expression was filled with amusement and the guard's gaze never wavered from the princess'.
She took his left hand and looked up at him, sliding the matching ring on his ring finger as she watched him. "This is yours..." she said softly. "It is for my Consort..."
His amusement died, not because it wasn't funny, but because Deacon was deeply touched, "Andais, I--" The guard was rendered speechless and stood there looking back at her.
She watched him as she bit her bottom lip. She'd been nervous about giving him the ring. Even though she'd already asked him. It was still a big deal.
He leaned forward, his lips snared the princess' in a soft, but deep kiss. Deacon laced the fingers of his left hand with hers and turned, backing toward the bed.
She let her arm wrapping up around his neck as she returned the soft deep kiss, her lips moving against his as her tongue slid along his. She walked with him back towards the bed.
His progress was halted by the end of the bed and Deacon sank to it, pulling Andais into his lap as he continued to kiss her until he eventually broke it. The guard then whispered against her lips, "It is an honor to be with you, Andais. You have no idea how happy I am that you asked me to be yours."
When he sank onto the bed, she climbed onto his lap, as she continued kissing him. When he pulled back and whispered softly to her, she watched him. "I couldn't help being a little nervous." she said softly. I carried the ring around since I asked you..."
A smile curved his lips at that little revelation and he chuckled, "Yeah?" Deacon then lay back on the bed, tucking his arms underneath his head just before he tilted it a bit and shrugged a little, "Why?"
She shrugged. "I don't know... I just wanted to give it to you, but we're fae... we don't marry for love... But I want you to be mine... my consort. I'm selfish."
"Hey..." Deacon started to say, moving to prop himself up with his arm while the other moved to lace his left hand with hers again. "These rings? Are a physical representation of a promise we've made to each other." The guard shook his head, "No one should be able to break the bond we share, Andais. Except the Goddess herself."
She watched him as he laced thier fingers together. She smiled as she looked at their hands together. "No one will be able to break the bond... I can't live without you... I don't work without you." she said softly.
The hand that held their hands together moved to curve around the back of her neck again, "You have the potential to be stronger than you think, my love. Yes, you...lose it, sometimes. But you always come back to your cousin. You always come back to me." Deacon pulled Andais into another kiss then.
She watched him as his hand found her neck again. She nodded her head softly. He had always been one of the people that believed in her no matter what. She leaned down as he pulled her. She kissed his lips softly, her hand moving to cup his cheek as she pushed to deepen the kiss.
There had always been something special between Princess and Guard. Now that they were bonded...their relationship had deepened, so Deacon hardly resisted Andais' more meaningful kiss. That night, their bond would be sealed in more than just Words or Oaths, but in each other.