untold_evil (untold_evil) wrote in untold_logs, @ 2008-06-06 04:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | aragorn, karigan |
Who: Karigan and Aragorn. Kinda
What: Mindfuck!
Where: Dreamscape and Real World
When: After talking with Beru possibly?
Aragorn: *stretchyawns**puts an arm around Karigan and curls up with her in bed* Wonderful as always, wife.
Karigan: ...*what the fuck?*
Karigan: *...rolls away*
Aragorn: *props self up**looks confused* Are you well?
Karigan: ...no.
Karigan: *tries to roll to the edge of the bed and get up*
Aragorn: *grabs her wrist* Tell me, beloved.
Karigan: *jerks her hand away* What is wrong with you?
Aragorn: Such harsh language to your husband. *laughs* Though that has never stopped your tongue from being sharp. Do your dreams plague you again?
Karigan: ...what are you talking about? *horrified, largely because she has no idea where she is*
room: *is aragorn's, though there are clearly relics of her living here, from maps, to a pile of clothing on a chair and some of her posessions visible in a partly open closet*
Aragorn: *frowns and stands, pulling on a pair of pants* Dreams of dark things.
Karigan: *doesn't look. >.<* You're supposed to be marrying an elf, don't you think this is a little far for a prank?
Aragorn: An elf? What in the name of Eru are you babbling on about?
Karigan: *stumbles as she almost falls out of the bed, had been expecting a weak, bandaged leg but it appears to be gone* wh...who are you?
Aragorn: *raises an eyebrow* Aragorn Elessar, King of Gondor, and your husband. *comes over, starts checking her head for injury*
Karigan: *moves to put distance between them* This isn't right.
Aragorn: A little late to be having second thoughts, isn't it?
Karigan: I have never been married. I can't, I'll lose the job. *trying to make her way around the room to the chair with her clothes on it*
Aragorn: *watches her**laughs!* This again? How many times do I tell you you are still free to ride? *pause**grins* Myself included, as last night attested.
Karigan: ......*nearly drops the shirt she was picking up* No. No, this is all wrong.
Karigan: I don't like you.
Karigan: I barely tolerate you.
Aragorn: *dry expression* Sometimes I get that impression
Aragorn: *as if used to her 'episodes'*
Karigan: *pulls the shirt over her head, hates the feeling he's staring at her >.>* This is WRONG.
Aragorn: *looks honestly hurt* If this is about our discussion of children, Karigan...
Karigan: I just returned from a godawful ride from Pelargir! They ki... *stops* I don't have children.
Aragorn: Not if you don't let me heal you >.<
Karigan: .....
Karigan: *tries to put on pants in a hurry* You don't understand. They kidnapped me and put me on a boat with three other women and they were going to take me to Umbar and... and I only got home last night...
Karigan: They stabbed me in the leg, I was bleeding so badly I could barely ride, I almost didn't make it back! There's none of... of THIS. This is all wrong.
Aragorn: It was a nightmare beloved. Nothing more. *comes around, and puts a hand on her shoulder, in the way of a man who's well aware his wife is iffy on touching when distressed*
Karigan: *shoves his hand away* You're betrothed to Arwen from Imladris! I live in a little guest room because the barracks burned down in the war!
Karigan: We are not in a relationship. I am not your wife.
Aragorn: *blinks at her* The elves have all sailed, Karigan, Elrond and his kin, with them. *cups her face* This is real, that is a dream, a nightmare, if you are being stolen from me and stabbed.
Karigan: *sucks in a thin breath* I don't believe that. I met Beruthiel and her white cat just... just... minutes ago... *faltering, now*
Aragorn: Beruthiel? *laughs* You clearly were dreaming, the dead cannot walk.
Karigan: Tar-Miriel was on the boat! Boromir... I brought Boromir a letter from her! *protest!!*
Aragorn: *looking at her exceedingly worried now* Tar-Miriel drowned on Numenor three thousand years ago, and I sped Boromir's body over the falls of Rouros, personally.
Karigan: *fiercely* It was real, it's all real, it....
Karigan: ...it...
Karigan: *is so USED to people telling her she's crazy.*
Aragorn: *kisses her forehead* shh...I'm here...I'll chase the nightmares away...
Karigan: ...no that's impossible...
Karigan: *latches on to a new idea* I am NOT a queen.
Karigan: I'm the captain of the errand-riders, damn it. You promoted me barely months ago.
Aragorn: If you want to call a wedding a promotion, you're certainly free to. *shakes his head* I fell in love with you, when we journied East. You stabbed me when I told you *shows her the scar on his chest*
Karigan: ....east...?
Aragorn: After the war, we had campaigns in the east.
Karigan: It... I... we.... I... no we haven't!
Aragorn: *wonders if he needs to slap her*
Karigan: IT's barely been half a year after the war!
Aragorn: ..............It's been four.
Karigan: *getting rather upset* How could you do this to me after everything I've been through in the past few days? First dark magic woke up in me, then I was kidnapped, then I was stabbed in the leg by a foul, enchanted blade, then I had to try and make my way home to Pelargir and now while I'm sleeping you try this ridiculous... what is this, even? How can you DO this?
*from Pelargir
Karigan: *sits unsteadily in the chair* Where did you find all my things, how did you move them? I don't even OWN this much stuff, how could you... why did you.... isn't this... *can't even go on*
Aragorn: *kneels down in front of her**stares into her eyes, is wholly serious and emotional in his* None of that happened, Karigan. You've been my wife for nearly a year.
Karigan: *whispers* That's impossible you don't even like me.
Aragorn: I like you a great deal. Enough to love you.
Karigan: *looks away from him*
Karigan: No, it can't be true.
Karigan: How can any of this be real if I don't remember it? You'd think if I was your wife I'd recall loving you.
Aragorn: *looks seriosly hurt, and concerned now**scowls*
Karigan: ...don't look at me like that >.<
Aragorn: I am sorry, but this distresses me.
Karigan: YOU'RE distressed?
Karigan: I'M distressed!
Karigan: I'm the one who went to bed in the guest room of the citadel where I have been staying since a man was murdered in my stables and woke up SUDDENLY MARRIED
Karigan: MARRIED TO MY EMPLOYER.
Karigan: Who is supposed to be marrying another woman in but a few weeks time!
Aragorn: ......
Aragorn: ......
Karigan: *as if she can't stand his face* Don't. *stands up* Don't.
Karigan: How can you pretend I'm hurting you? You're probably laughing inside.
Aragorn: I can assure you, i'm hardly laughing...
Karigan: Don't you understand? I don't know ANY of this.
Karigan: NOTHING is familiar.
Aragorn: *looks utterly distraught*
Karigan: Don't you think the game has gone on long enough, Elessar?
Karigan: I don't understand how you could do this... *backing away from him, trips and falls on the bed*
Aragorn: *comes over to check on her!*
Karigan: *trembling*
Aragorn: *sits next to her**runs a hand through her hair* What can I do, to trigger your memory...
Karigan: *pretty obviously afraid* I... I don't know...
Aragorn: *leans in, kisses her softly*
Karigan: *what the fuck? doesn't move*
Aragorn: *breaks kiss**raises eyebrow at her*
Karigan: ...sorry, were you expecting something to happen?
Aragorn: >.> Yes actually. *tries again, imbues it with EMOTION*
Karigan: *hasn't been kissed in a long time... longer since she was kissed like THAT. but can't... imagine... Aragorn would just do that if he didn't... mean it...*
Karigan: *...starts to kiss back a very little bit*
Aragorn: *caresses at her cheek as he kisses her*
Karigan: *nngh, is kissing her boss, how unprofessional. shouldn't do that. >.< but is veeeery confused now*
Aragorn: *moans her name softly, and pulls her against him*
Karigan: *stiff like an ironing board, still can't shake the feeling this isn't RIGHT but doesn't fight him* *wants to be held sometimes like normal people*
Aragorn: *holds her like normal people!*
Karigan: *...very... gradually... relaxing against him*
Aragorn: *kisses her, and holds her, rocking her lovingly*
Karigan: *whispers* I still don't remember.
Aragorn: *buries his face into her neck and exhales shakily*
Karigan: *petrified, doesn't understand what's going on >.<*
Aragorn: *nips at her neck, whispers in her ear, elvish love phrases!*
Karigan: *nearly jumps out of her skin*
Karigan: *rolls out of his arms, is... just... scared. >.<*
Aragorn: *sighs**gets up, and dresses* I've duties to attend to..get some rest, Karigan, or ride.
Karigan: ...*miserable look at him* I... I don't know what's wrong with me...
Aragorn: I am here to help, if you'll let me.
Karigan: ...I... maybe you're right, maybe I should sleep...
Karigan: *shutting her eyes* I'll let you help... *sort of... falling asleep as she mumbles the words... or is she waking up?*
Karigan: *feels a sharp pain in her leg* >.< Ow.
Aragorn: Of course it hurts, you burst stitches. I can't even stitch them correctly *exhales* Not for another few days, so you will just have to deal with the pain.
Karigan: *...what?*
Karigan: *...opens one eye*
Aragorn: *bent over her leg, inspecting it* I removed a shard of some sort, it should heal better, now.
Karigan: ...*confused. >.<*
Karigan: Shard of what, kingy? *trying to see what's going on >.>.*
Karigan: *trying to figure out if she's dreaming or if she just woke up >.>.*
Karigan: ...you wouldn't believe the dream I had.
Aragorn: *shows her* chipped off the knife on your leg bone.
Karigan: ...ugh, ow, no wonder I was having strange and terrible dreams.
Karigan: ...*tells herself it's all just a messed up dream from the alcohol.*
Karigan: *collapses back against her bed, tired of holding her head up to look*
Aragorn: *raises some eyebrows, both of themin fact* Tell me about it, once you've rested.
Karigan: *raises an eyebrow back at him* Why are you always telling me to rest?
Aragorn: Because you oft need to.
Karigan: Bla Bla bla. >.>
Karigan: Wrap the leg and be done with it.
Aragorn: I need to stitch it, but not tonight.
Karigan: *hoping he didn't notice all the drawings on her table* I heard you say that.
Karigan: *since some of the drawings are of him... but they're of everybody, lately, he's not special except for the angry frownyfaces drawn in the spot where her signature normally goes*
Aragorn: *has noticed, yes!* *says nothing about them.*
Karigan: *closing her eyes* I hope you plan on giving me laudanum before any more impromptu surgeries.
Aragorn: of course *his voice fades, and then he's there again, but in an entirely different capacity*
Karigan: ...@_@
Karigan: *slips into proper dreamless sleep before she can say anything*