Thread: Noblesse Obligé [Ghostwolf and Thaedael]

The two women sat across from each other in the drawing room, hidden away from the rest of the Palace and the guests and all the noise that came with it. The room was quiet but for their conversation and the sound of the rain falling outside and the wind rattling at the window. The bright lights within the room seemed to make Claras skin glow, making the sequins and silver threading of her dress glitter and shine even more so than usual. They do? Clara smiled at the woman. Im sure there is no one better suited to the job. Your students will certainly appreciate having you as a teacher, with your knowledge and experience. If Victoria had been one of Claras tutors, it was certain that she would have paid much more attention to her lessons. But as it stood, Clara would really teach the Officer a few things herself. Victorias gaze moved to the window, looking at the sights that lay just outside shrouded in mist and storm clouds which continued to deliver the rain they carried. If the storm continued for long, it was a possibility that some of the lower levels on the other spires of Vandire would start to flood, but there was no risk of that on Omon. Claras attention was fixed on Victoria however, her eyes taking in the sight of the woman, watching her, appreciating the way the cut of her hair complimented her cheek bones, the colour complimenting her eyes. Eyes that met Claras as the Officer turned her head to face her. Purple, a colour that was not natural to Vorlancia. She absently wondered how common they were on whichever world Victoria hailed from. Victoria smiled at her, and Clara could not help but return it, taking another small sip from the glass she held delicately. Then she noticed the flicker in Victorias expression, her face dropping momentarily, the way she set down the tumbler of Amasec she had been holding. Her heart skipped a beat as she realised the woman had misunderstood her words, had misconstrued the meaning. She sat up and leant forward, placing a hand gently on the womans leg, looking at her apologetically. Oh no my darling. I was unclear, forgive me. I mean that you have saved the lives of many. So much more than those who were granted retirement by the Munitorum, and returned here to Vorlancia with you. Clara smiled softly at the woman, the last thing she wanted to do was upset her, but the damage was done. She gave Victorias leg a gentle squeeze, a friendly action, before sitting back on the settee. A dress does not make a lady Victoria, nor would I or anyone that matters want you to be. Nor should you want to be. You are who are you are. Clara wouldnt be half as interested in her if she was just another lady, another noble. She soon grew tired of them, too easy and too eager to please. The life of nobility has its benefits, there is no denying, but it also comes with its own unique problems and struggles. Although, nothing compared to what you have faced, Im sure. She smiled appreciatively, nodding in thanks to the woman for everything she had done for the Imperium and everything she had been through. She noticed Vics eyes move over her, passing over her bust momentarily, and she shifted, arching her back ever so slightly to emphasise her chest even more. I refuse to rest until you are in possession of a fine dress that is everything you desire and flatters your beauty just right. Clara smiled at the woman softly, slipping in the compliment. She observed Victoria as she sat in the chair, admiring her. Thinking on what she would look best in, what would emphasise her beauty, highlight her best assets. But it was difficult with the true form of her body hidden away under the uniform she wore. It would be much easier she could see her without it. Clara had to fight the smirk that wanted to crawl across her lips as she thought about what Victoria would look like wearing nothing at all. Have you never worn dresses? Not even as a child? Elizabeths small hand rested gently over Ilyas as they weathered the storm together, the Hero and the Noble, the storm sheltering them from outsiders as they shared this private moment together. Her eyes were fixed on his, and she felt a fluttering in her stomach as he squeezed her hand, stroking it with his fingers. It felt right to her, their hands fit as if they were made to be together in this moment. The rain and wind allowing them to share their feelings, as if the storm would wash and blow their words away once they were done. Allowing them to be the people they really were. I am. She nodded, smiling at him, her own expression of sad joy and realisation. She was no longer alone on Vorlancia, there was someone who seemed to truly understand her. Clara, she is a good friend, and she sometimes understands, but not always, not fully. Unlike you. Still smiling, she blinked slowly, inclining her head towards him in thanks as she helped her shift her wet hair, his fingers grazing the skin of her shoulder as he brushed the stray strands away causing a small shiver to run up the length of her spine, setting more droplets of rain rolling down her chest. Her eyes moved to the spires, followed shortly by his, and she listened to him speak, glancing at him from the corner of her eye occasionally as he shared details of his childhood with her. He continued to stroke her fingers with his own, as if the action reassured him and helped him speak. She didnt mind, and he moved closer to her, their shoulders touching barely, yet Beth could feel the warmth he gave off even through his soaked uniform. She smiled softly as he told his story. He paused, and Beth turned her head to face him, looking up at him with her expressive eyes, her lips parted slightly. You made it youre here now, with me. Thats all that matters. She smiled softly, reassuringly at him. She decided to be bold. She let go of his hand for a moment, removing her fingers from his as she stepped closer to him, and slipped between where he stood and the railing, their bodies close together, to feel more of his warmth and share her own. His body shielded hers from the rain and the wind which seemed to blow from every direction as the storm continued. She let out a gentle breath she didnt even realise she had been holding, misting slightly in the cold air, and took his hand in hers again and placing it on the railing as it had been. 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. There was a flash, followed quickly by a boom of thunder, and Beth instinctively shrunk back, pressing herself gently back against Ilya. Her soft womanly body against his, both of them drenched. She made no effort to move away from him, content to stay where she was, their bodies touching and sharing their warmth. 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 asked him curiously, only slightly meaning herself.