Saeed knows the art of war (murasame) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-10-31 22:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !log, eden dire, saeed haddad |
Log: Mornings (Saeed & Eden)
Who: Saeed Hadded & Eden Dire
Where: Saeed's Home
When: Scorpio 8, Morning
What: Saeed and Eden in the morning~
Rating: Tame.
Status: Complete
The battle the other day left many weary and recovering. The clinics and white mages of Emillion were probably trying to get whatever rest they could for when the next attack might come. All of the major injuries and only a couple of bruises marked Saeed's skin on his arms. Saeed sat on a bamboo mat near his window. The sun came in, kissing over his skin and warming it. Eyes closed, he breathed in, his mind empty save for processing what his senses picked up around him. He took in a deep breath and then released it slowly. He could smell the baker not far from where he lived cooking fresh loaves. It didn't trigger his appetite but it calmed him the way that Eden's steady breathing did from where she laid on his bed. She'd stayed the night and she currently rested on his sheets resting peacefully. He wore only a pair of simple linen pants he'd slipped on after getting out of bed. The palms of his hands rested over his knees from where his legs were crossed beneath him. He took in another large breath and then released it again. He was drawn out of his meditation by the sound of Eden shifting in the sheets and the shift in her breathing. She was waking up. Saeed's eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the light and the turned his head, seeing Eden was indeed waking. "Good morning," he said rising to his feet and walking over to the bed. Eden’s hand glided over the cool place where Saeed’s body had been. She rolled over onto her stomach, the sheet wrapping around her body. She didn’t lift her head so much as shift it so that it rested on her forearm. "Good morning," she said quietly in response. The ranger felt a lot better than she had the morning before, but not as well as she would have liked. Losing a friend was never easy on the heart or the body. She knew she'd eventually have to leave this room. She'd have to leave the man seated not too far off, with the red trails she'd left on his back. The woman herself was covered in discoloration from where she was healing from bruises inflicted during the last skirmish. Her body hadn't protested much the night before, but she felt it now. "What's for breakfast?" The smell of bread made her stomach growl. "You have options," Saeed said coming to sit on the bed at first and then settling himself into a lying position next to her, "I can prepare you something here or we can get you dressed and I can take you somewhere to eat." He reached over and brushed some of her blond hair from her face. She'd come to him the night before somber and sad, and Saeed knew Eden's ability to care for others was something she felt down to her core. The death of Cyrus had affected her and others within the city. Saeed didn't know Cyrus as a close friend, but he'd found the warrior formidable and kind. It was a pity. "What would you have?" he asked caressing her cheek gently and then leaning forward to lay a kiss on her forehead lovingly. “They both involve waiting,” Eden fussed as his warmth settled in beside her. She shifted to press against him, loving that he was not the kind to shy away from cuddling. So many people thought it meant more than it did, the feeling of someone beside them. He accepted her body and her proclivities. The kiss to his forehead was even well received. She'd usually take the gesture as a babying one, but knowing him, she knew better. His touch was gentle and soothing. He calmed her in a way laying with others didn't. It usually meant going home and dealing with things on her own, but he didn't kick her out. "Although, your cooking does sound quite tempting." She brought his hand to her lips and pressed a kiss to his knuckles. Saeed smiled at her complaint and said, "What is the saying? Good things come to those that wait?" He could always offer her some fresh fruit from downstairs. He'd purchased some the other day but he wasn't sure if that would be enough. He didn't want it to be just fruit, but he could probably make her some small dish she'd enjoy. "I am sure once it is cooked, it will be even more so," he said, "I can make pancakes and you can put fruit on them. How does that sound?" He smiled thoughtfully at her sweet gestures. "Oooh, I love pancakes." They were the perfect breakfast food. They were fluffy, sweet, and delicious. "I also love fruit," she said as she traced circles on the back of his hands with her thumb. Their fingers were both callused from the use of weaponry. She'd been with people who had smoother hands, but there was something about the feeling of the rough surface against the skin. "You're going to spoil me, Saeed. I may never leave," she said dreamily. "I think everyone needs a bit of spoiling every once in a while," Saeed said, "and if it will put a smile on your face again." It wasn't right for Eden to look so sad all the time. He often thought of her as a burst of sunshine to all those who knew her, and while she needed to grieve, it didn't mean she wasn't allowed some small moments of happiness in the process of moving on. He took hold of her hand and said, "I will go downstairs and prepare you a feast. You dress as you need. If you wish to shower, feel free. I will see you soon." Saeed didn't immediately pull away just yet, instead he waited for her acknowledgement to his plan. The cool calm was replaced by a warmth radiating in her chest. It felt a lot like a balm on the ache in her heart. Sometimes she believed she wasn't meant to be happy ever. Sometimes she believed she was born to feel nothing but pain, but that's what drove her to live and love and give. She wouldn't let the pain drag her down into the dark pit she'd once lived in. Not again. She rolled onto her back and looked up at the samurai. He gave and asked for nothing in return. To her, he was beautiful, so beautiful that sometimes it hurt to look at him. "I think taking a shower is a good idea. Make me a berry smiley face?" It was a silly request, but she felt it'd be worth seeing when it was done. "Done," Saeed said and rose up from the bed to leave Eden to prepare herself for the day. He grabbed the linen shirt that went with the pants he wore and pulled it over his shoulders, leaving the front undone. In the comfort of his own home, he didn't feel the need to dress up, and pancakes were simple enough to make that they didn't require any complicated preparations. He departed from the room and made his way to the kitchen. Despite the sadness that Eden still carried on her shoulders, it was a beautiful day and he was sure she'd find the joy in it and he was happy to help her with that. |