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rainbowfic2012-04-10 02:15 pm
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Daffodil 14, Blush 11, Fuzzy Wuzzy 5: Luxury
Author: Kat
Title: Luxury
Story: Iron Plum Blossom
Colors: Daffodil 14 (spring break), blush 11 (sleeping together) with Isana's paint-by-numbers(Deciding to sleep in for the morning.), fuzzy wuzzy 5 (lazy day) with shadowsong's paint-by-numbers ("we should do something today." "why?" "...good point.").
Supplies and Materials: Frame, collage (Iron Plum Blossom), glue (When you concentrate your attention on what's happening now, your perspective changes and the anticipation of future success becomes less important.), glitter (borrow).
Word Count: 539
Rating: PG.
Summary: Saith and Iseult don't get out of bed.
Warnings: none
Notes: For Isana's birthday, I wrote that story she bought six months ago. FOR YOU BB.
The morning sun edged its way above the horizon and spread itself over the grey stone castle on the hill, gilding the crennelations with gold. It crept over the walls and balconies, slid over sentries changing shifts, yawning apprentices shuffling to work, a few early-rising courtiers rising from their beds. It shone into a bedroom in the central tower, and sneaked past the curtains draping the four-poster bed, shining on the faces of the occupants within.
Iseult groaned, and raised a hand to shade the light away from her face. A moment later, Saith reached over her and tugged the curtain closed, closing the crack that let the light in.
"Mmph," she said, and then, "Thank you."
He rolled her over, pulled her tight against his bare chest, kissed her softly. "Good morning."
She smiled up at him, and kissed him back. "Good morning. Sleep well?"
"Enough." Saith never had many words, and in the mornings he had even fewer, but that was all right, he had different ways of speaking. Like now, when he pulled the blankets up over her bare shoulder, tenting it over them both, and again, when he slid his arm back around her.
She tucked her head back down against his shoulder, and let herself luxuriate for a moment in his arms. Her life was well enough-- queen of Dalraida, with a husband she adored, and two lovely, intelligent children-- but it was busy, and very difficult at times, and moments like this, just her and Saith relaxing, were rare as gold and twice as valuable. She took what she could get.
But the sun was up, and any moment now her ladies-in-waiting would knock on the door and bustle in, twittering like the birds outside, to dress her and do her hair and prepare her for the day. Her children would follow shortly afterwards, to bounce on Mam and Da's bed until Saith scooped them up and took them off for their daily lessons. Then her ministers would claim her until supper began, then courtiers and parties and the endless round of socializing until she fell into bed exhausting and then it would start all over again the next morning--
Iseult sighed, and reluctantly detangled herself from Saith. Best to get it over with.
"Hey," he said, and caught at her hand before she sat up. "Where are you going?"
"I have to get up," she said, then bent over and kissed him. "They'll be here any minute and I'll have to be the queen."
"Yes," he said, and curled his long fingers around her wrists, stroking. "But they aren't here yet."
He had a point.
Iseult looked thoughtfully down at him for another moment, then slipped out of bed. Saith flopped back with a sigh as she went to the door, opened it, and surprised her chief lady-in-waiting hovering right outside.
"I won't be requiring you for at least another hour," she said, in her best polite-but-regal tones. "You may dismiss the others. Tell the nursemaids to keep Niall and Maire until then." With that, she shut the door in the lady's face and went back to Saith.
She'd have to be the queen eventually. But that could wait a little longer.
Title: Luxury
Story: Iron Plum Blossom
Colors: Daffodil 14 (spring break), blush 11 (sleeping together) with Isana's paint-by-numbers(Deciding to sleep in for the morning.), fuzzy wuzzy 5 (lazy day) with shadowsong's paint-by-numbers ("we should do something today." "why?" "...good point.").
Supplies and Materials: Frame, collage (Iron Plum Blossom), glue (When you concentrate your attention on what's happening now, your perspective changes and the anticipation of future success becomes less important.), glitter (borrow).
Word Count: 539
Rating: PG.
Summary: Saith and Iseult don't get out of bed.
Warnings: none
Notes: For Isana's birthday, I wrote that story she bought six months ago. FOR YOU BB.
The morning sun edged its way above the horizon and spread itself over the grey stone castle on the hill, gilding the crennelations with gold. It crept over the walls and balconies, slid over sentries changing shifts, yawning apprentices shuffling to work, a few early-rising courtiers rising from their beds. It shone into a bedroom in the central tower, and sneaked past the curtains draping the four-poster bed, shining on the faces of the occupants within.
Iseult groaned, and raised a hand to shade the light away from her face. A moment later, Saith reached over her and tugged the curtain closed, closing the crack that let the light in.
"Mmph," she said, and then, "Thank you."
He rolled her over, pulled her tight against his bare chest, kissed her softly. "Good morning."
She smiled up at him, and kissed him back. "Good morning. Sleep well?"
"Enough." Saith never had many words, and in the mornings he had even fewer, but that was all right, he had different ways of speaking. Like now, when he pulled the blankets up over her bare shoulder, tenting it over them both, and again, when he slid his arm back around her.
She tucked her head back down against his shoulder, and let herself luxuriate for a moment in his arms. Her life was well enough-- queen of Dalraida, with a husband she adored, and two lovely, intelligent children-- but it was busy, and very difficult at times, and moments like this, just her and Saith relaxing, were rare as gold and twice as valuable. She took what she could get.
But the sun was up, and any moment now her ladies-in-waiting would knock on the door and bustle in, twittering like the birds outside, to dress her and do her hair and prepare her for the day. Her children would follow shortly afterwards, to bounce on Mam and Da's bed until Saith scooped them up and took them off for their daily lessons. Then her ministers would claim her until supper began, then courtiers and parties and the endless round of socializing until she fell into bed exhausting and then it would start all over again the next morning--
Iseult sighed, and reluctantly detangled herself from Saith. Best to get it over with.
"Hey," he said, and caught at her hand before she sat up. "Where are you going?"
"I have to get up," she said, then bent over and kissed him. "They'll be here any minute and I'll have to be the queen."
"Yes," he said, and curled his long fingers around her wrists, stroking. "But they aren't here yet."
He had a point.
Iseult looked thoughtfully down at him for another moment, then slipped out of bed. Saith flopped back with a sigh as she went to the door, opened it, and surprised her chief lady-in-waiting hovering right outside.
"I won't be requiring you for at least another hour," she said, in her best polite-but-regal tones. "You may dismiss the others. Tell the nursemaids to keep Niall and Maire until then." With that, she shut the door in the lady's face and went back to Saith.
She'd have to be the queen eventually. But that could wait a little longer.
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I have the distinct sense that Iseult would be much happier if there were more gunfights and rooftop chases in this schedule.
After reading about what they went through to get their happy ending, it's delightful to see them luxuriating in each others' company like this.
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Thank you!