Thread: Noblesse Obligé [Ghostwolf and Thaedael]

The question had been honest, sincere even, but it did not stop Victoria from cracking a hard smile before breaking out into laughter, tears beading up in the corner of her eyes as she did so. That was a good one, had she ever worn a dress in her life? It was expected, few people knew of her past, and even fewer knew of her childhood. I beg your pardon my lady, I know I should not be behaving in such a manner in front of a woman that commands as much respect as you she continued to chuckle slightly, her mind finally bringing her laughter in check. She wiped beads of tears out of the corner of her eyes with finely kept fingers, blinking long fluttering lashes a few times before the last of her tears were dried away. I grew up on a hive world so far removed from this one, that it is a surprise we share the same Imperium. So far removed, that it squashes all notions of the word culture away from my mind in comparison to this one. The mood made light once more, and all misunderstandings made clear now, she was content to take a sip of the Amasec, wetting her palate once more. I have never worn a dress in my adult life, and doubly so as a child. I grew up as far down in the under-hive as possible on my home. So far below the rest of the city that I had never seen the sky until the day I joined the Imperial Guard. I was left wanting much as a child, food, water, money, doctors, protection, the list is long, and a dress was never on my mind. She placed the tumbler full of the amber liquid back on the coaster once more, before straightening her back. That isn't to say I won't indulge myself now that I am on a planet such sa this. Don't let the others here, but I may even indulge twice as much, and in more areas than one. You made it youre here now, with me. Thats all that matters. She had turned to face him, smiling as she did so. It was an intimate moment, one that showed a sliver of their naked souls to one another amid the falling rain drops. They were alone. Not a single soul left on any of the tiered balconies, the people having long since retreated under the cover of light and warmth under grand awnings, into the embrace of the Governor's Palace once more. All but the two of them. The rain continued to pound at the white facade of the building, grand spouts of rain water rolling off balconies in great beads, or from large storm gutters that funneled the water down grooves in the facade. It was peaceful, man-made waterfalls gracing the sides of the spire that the building was built into, the water catching the various lit windows and doorways as is continued downward from the heavens. The sound of the water flowing was calming, lending to the moment the most ambient of sounds despite the wind that gusted against them. They were matted down, her fabric sheer with the water, the wind barely registering a ruffle in the fabric that was once afloat on the air itself. His uniform as well, the dyes of the uniform running, dark navy streaks flowing off of him before beading into dark blue drops, dripping to the stone balcony below. She was gentle, pulling her fingers from his hand, causing him to instinctively squeeze at the air, his hand rigid from the coolness that the air forced upon him, the gloves having long since been discarded to the side. The gloves had disappeared, probably falling to their fate off the side of the spire. She grew bolder yet, coming in between himself and the railing he had been leaning on, before pulling herself against it. The way she leaned accented her form, the fabric holding on to the distinct curves of her rear, a sight he very much enjoyed, the dress giving way to more and more of her form than the dress makers had probably intended. She once more drew his hand over hers, causing her shoulder to graze against the inside of his arm, forcing him to lean against her all the more. He shifted his position to accommodate her movement, stepping in closer so that their bodies were all but touching, before bringing his opposite arm around her other side, before taking her free hand. There they stood, both her hands on the railing, both their hands intertwined with one another. The ambient temperature had continued to drop, causing her to speak with a misty breath into the air, Its beautiful though, isnt it? Rain or sun, no matter the weather. This view is all Ive ever known, looking at out at every day. But despite that, despite living here all of my life, it still takes my breath away sometimes. I still notice new things. She spoke with an appreciation of the view he had not expected. She spoke of disdain midst the nobles, or her annoyance at tradition she was forced to witness one too many times. He did not expect for her to have any appreciation for the sight below, his own mind having assumed that she would have grown bored of it long ago. He let out a small chuckle of laughter, only cut off by the wincing of his eyes at the flash of light that had reflected against every glistening surface of the city before a resounding crash of thunder pounded in his eardrums. She shied away from the railing a bit, before coming to rest against him, the wet fabric of her backside and skin sticking to the wet uniform that clad his front. She stood connected to him, his heart pounding in his chest at the sudden burst of adrenaline from the thunder, causing his war conditioned mind to be prepared. He breathed in and out, the warmth of his fast breathing brushing against the back of her neck. Yet it did not slow, the readiness of adrenaline giving way to the excitement of having her against him. I think it will be better now I know someone who will appreciate the beauty just as much as I, to share it with. Youll visit wont you? To admire the view? She had continued to rest against him, making no effort to move, the coolness of her body pressed against his chest, the faster beating of his heart causing him to warm slightly in face of the storm. What should he do? He wanted to resist the urge of bringing her closer, wrapping his arms around her. Would she have been alright with that? Or should he be more traditional, and place his hands on her hips? Or, in her current state, should he do the gentlemanly duty of bringing her in. Just like this he blurted out, not realizing he had spoken aloud. I want to stay just like this a while longer. he managed to recover, still stumbling in his wording. I want to continue to enjoy this view, to always continue enjoying this view. Regardless of where I go, if you visit me, I will repay the kindness in full, and visit you. A view such as this. This is something to treasure. He held himself against her in guilt, feeling like he took advantage of her in the rain, the way she held against him for warmth. He was broken, damaged goods. He could not be the man for her. She was too innocent, too pure to be exposed to the likes of him. Beth... I have a confession to make he simply stated. His mind was reeling as he tried to make heads of what was coming to mind. Can I stand like this forever? Can I be the person I once was? Beth, I fear I came back a different person. That I will never be able to piece myself back together. I will surely continue to become undone, and I will hurt you in the process... he said He held on to her hands tighter, before resting his chin in the crook of her shoulder, his head against the side of hers. There were those that looked on with curiosity from some of the windows at the two of them, wandering if this was going somewhere. Many had their eyes on the rebellious daughter of the Governor, and much to the Governor's chagrin, she had never managed to connect with a man of power.