Thread: Noblesse Obligé [Ghostwolf and Thaedael]

The laughter was met with a bemused smile, a quizzical look upon Claras face. She said nothing as she watched Victoria, the sudden outbreak of mirth catching the woman by surprise. It was so different from the stoicism and rigidity that Victoria had worn and demonstrated throughout most of the time they had spent in each others company. Clara couldnt help but smile however, the joy emphasising Victorias beauty. She would have to make her smile and laugh more often, even though she wasnt sure exactly what the Officer found so funny it brought her to tears. Her attention was drawn to the womans eyelashes as she fluttered them, and subsequently her intelligent purple eyes. Clara waved her hand nonchalantly, dismissing Victorias apology. There is no need dear. You can behave in any way you like around me, throwing the woman a friendly smile. Besides, she continued, I often think it is these that command the respect rather than myself. She grinned, almost wolfishly, showing her teeth between the red of her lips as her free hand moved up her bodice and cupped one of her large breasts. She gave a small laugh of her own, before removing her hand and sat back to listen to Claras explanation, an expression of interest and curiosity upon her face. She watched her take a sip of Amasec, her eyes focusing on the womans lips as the pressed to the tumbler. Victoria gave her a glimpse into what her life was like as a child, and Clara could barely imagine it. She knew nothing other than the privileged life she had, never wanting for anything. She had seen the sky every day she had lived, her very home was amongst it, so high that the spire was often wreathed in clouds. A world where they sky was never seen, where there was such need, and people lacked what seemed to her very basic things, Clara could barely comprehend it. She made the decision there and then that she would help Victoria as much as she could, ensure she had everything she wanted and desired as much as she could, so that she could experience all the pleasures Vorlancia had to offer and she could see what life should really be like. Clara gave a gentle laugh. Oh really, is that so? she smiled at Victoria. There is certainly nothing wrong with indulgence. It is always good to treat oneself, and there is no one more deserving of that than yourself. I shall ensure you shall have the finest dress imaginable, but do you have anything else particularly in mind? Perhaps I may be able to help or assist with that in some way too. Clara would be more than willing to help Victoria indulge in a number of things if she so wished. If she asked. If she begged. The noblewoman fought against a smirk at the thought. Of course, it also meant that Clara herself would be indulging just as much. There was nothing she would like more than to indulge in the woman sat before her. Beth stood in Ilyas shadow, his arms on either side of her and his hands upon hers on the railing, her back against his chest, his body protecting hers from the weather that had already done its damage upon their hair, their clothing, and the faces they had worn within the ballroom. They stood together, talking, baring their true selves. She felt his breath upon her neck, setting to life the nerves there and causing a small shiver to run through her. It was warm and fast following the thunder, but it did not seem to slow, and Beth gave his fingers a reassuring squeeze as if attempting to calm him down. She could faintly feel the quick beat of his heart, had the sound of the thunder triggered him, set him on edge, or was it due to her being so close to him. She turned her head towards him slightly as she spoke in an effort to hear him better over the noise of the rain and wind. Smiling, she gave his hand a gentle squeeze, rubbing her fingers against his. We can stay like this as long as you want. As long as you need she said reassuringly, a soft smile playing upon her lips. Although, I do not recommend we stay out here forever, for we may both end up with colds if we stay out for too long. And my father may not let you visit my chambers if Im ill she continued, trying to use a little humour in an attempt to lighten the mood slightly, to make him smile, but it seemed to have little effect. But I promise you, I will visit you wherever you are, and you are welcome to visit me wherever I am, whenever you are able. To share the view. While we cannot stand here together, sharing this one forever, I shall treasure the moment always. She smiled softly at him. He continued, and she remained quiet as she listened to his worries. She felt his hands tighten their hold on hers, his head resting on her shoulder. Elizabeth turned her own slightly, so that their cheeks were touching slightly, and she was able to just barely look him in the eyes. She shushed him, and she stroked his thumb softly with her own. Shh now. I never knew you before tonight. I do not know what you were like before, who you were. I only know you as you are now, as you stand with me. I would like to get to know you more, including whatever that entails. You say you will become undone, I will be there to help put you back together. You worry that you will hurt me. She shook her head. That is for me to worry about, I am a far stronger person than I look, and maybe, I am a sucker for punishment. She smiled softly as she looked into his eyes, her words sincere and intended to be reassuring. She had just met someone who she could be herself around, she would not let go of him so soon, and she would not let him destroy himself. She needed him. Her breath misted in the air, escaping from her barely parted lips. Ilyas did the same, drawing her eyes down to his lips for a moment and a thought crossed her mind. One that was inappropriate considering the tender moment they were sharing together as they bared their souls. One that concerned how they were positioned, her back pressed against his chest, her rear against him. His hands over hers, holding them down against the railing. The way she was angled forward as he leaned over her, his breath teasing her skin and his lips so close to hers. It sent a thrill down her spine to the pit of her stomach, and caused Beth to shift her weight, rubbing and pressing her legs together for a moment, making her firm backside push back against Ilya even more as she wiggled slightly. He would only have to lift up her dress, push aside or pull down her underwear and She forced the thought away, trying to fight blush that had begun to creep across her cold pale cheeks. Now was not the time for that. Behave Elizabeth! Get your mind out of the gutter. It was the last thing she should be thinking about, and certainly Ilya would not thank her for thinking of such things right at this moment. He needed her right now. She drew her gaze away from his lips, and noticed that from some of the windows, people watched the two of them. No doubt come to see what the Governors wild daughter was getting up to this time, what trouble she was causing. But right now, Elizabeth didnt care. She only cared about Ilya.