Thread: For the rest of your life. [Wreckles & Cal]

She was absolutely reveling in the feeling of the water and heat on her skin, feeling her limbs relax as she took a breath and dipped her head under water again. She swam in a shallow circle before she got back to her spot at the edge of the pool. Calyce stayed under water until her lungs started aching and burning for air. And then she waited a bit longer. It had been another of her little projects. She wanted to expand her lungs, and every week she could stay under a bit longer, stretch the time spent under water. She came up when she couldnt take it anymore, her long hair slick and darkened to a much more deeper red. As she was in the process of smoothing her hair back, she heard the noises and arched her head into the general direction. The shrill scream belonged to her servant, and she knew instantly something was wrong. Her brows furrowed in a frown as she backed up against the edge of the pool, putting a hand on the edge so she could jump out the water instantly should it be necessary. And then her brother appeared around the corner, her face instantly going from curiosity to outrage. Her arms came to cover the upper half of her body as she sank it low into the water, hoping that the steam and vapors would hide most of her features. TURYN! This is not right, you need to leave. Now! They have both come of age. While it had been perfectly acceptable to use the baths together when they were but children, now it was simply morally wrong. Calyce made a sound which resembled a yelp when she saw her own brother start to undress in front of her, and then closed her eyes instantly, childishly, as the heat rose to her cheeks. She kept her arms wrapped around her upper body, absolutely mortified by his actions and words. Why would he do this!? She then felt the water move around her, and knew her brother had stepped into the pool. Her eyes snapped open and she stared incredulously at her brother. They could be hanged for this! It was written in the Scriptures. None shall approach any one of his close relatives to uncover nakedness. Such a folly was punishable by death. She was muted into silence yet again, staring into her brothers eyes from the distance between them, unable to wrap her mind around the situation. And then his words cut through the air, and her lips actually gaped open in shock. The situation was entirely too surreal and immoral, that Calyce felt beyond uncomfortable. But those words, her brothers implied statement about her sexual escapades, was enough to spark her anger yet again. Something she did not feel very often. That is none of your business, brother . The power in her voice shocked herself, but only briefly. He had no right to ask these question! He knew very well that she, despite her intentions and her own urges, was not allowed to consume any sort of relationship until she was married by their church. She was not made out of stone, she knew the looks some of the townsfolk men gave her. She had toyed with the idea of slipping out at night, but thats just what it was. Thoughts, not actions. Her eyes flashed angrily when he mentioned the possibility of other offspring. Again, her pride came into play. No child, legit or illegitimate, bore the Daroni name other than themselves. It was again, not proper. To even suggest that.. Calyce was snapped out of her spiraling thoughts when the degrading words followed. If any more heat rushed to her face, her cheeks would be as crimson as her hair. Never had she been spoken to like this before, and she felt completely and utterly useless. The implication that Calyce would ever let her humiliate herself such as her mother was an insult. And the fact that he said she looked just like her mother.. despite herself, she broke their gaze, looking at the water instead. At that moment, she wanted to do nothing more than flee. Her brothers words stung and made her uncomfortable, his gaze made her self-conscious. She had never been in this close proximity to a man in a state of undress, and perhaps that was why the heat in her face lingered a bit too long, why her words fell silent before they could make it past her lips and why a very cold shiver ran down her warm back when she saw his unyielding, predatory gaze. Yet this was her brother. She shared his blood.. the taboo was unimaginable. He was gone quickly after that, and Calyce wasted no time in hoisting herself up from the pool and run towards her servant. Despite the fact that the servant had been disobedient, she knew her brothers strength. It would have hurt. Calyce would be ushered into her attire for the evening quickly afterwards, her still damp hair twisted in a simple braid as her skin was clothed in a simple lilac lace and silk dress. She briefly considered being absent from dinner, but knew fully well their mother would not stand for this. With a sigh she looked herself over in the mirror of the dressing room. Chagrined, she realized that she did inherit her mothers curves, the dress doing little to conceal this. All of a sudden, this trip seemed like a bad idea. Her brother had pushed some boundaries today, but would he actually..? No. She told herself harshly, shaking off the uncanny thought that her brother had enjoyed himself too much during their encounter. She knew, somehow instinctively, that her brother had been.. aroused? The word, even said in her head, made her falter. It made her ill, briefly, before she spoke harshly to herself again. Turyn just tried to push her buttons, as he had done for many years with her parents. She could stand a little banter. She turned away from the mirror, unable to look at herself, and moved down the corridors towards the dining hall. She contemplated her brothers actions yet again. She had heard stories about his bloodlust, his strength, but somehow she knew he would never turn them on her. While what happened in the baths was uncanny, he had not actually done anything to her. Not physically. That barrier was something that wouldnt be broken, especially because they were siblings. She was convinced of this. After all, their parents would have them killed. It was, therefore, a very interesting dinner. Calyce spent most of her time staring at her plate, hardly touching her food, before her father gruffily asked what was wrong with her. Shed smile a smile that didnt quite reach her eyes and assured him everything was fine. She did not look at her brother, not once, actively avoiding his gaze. After dinner she excused herself and went back to her chambers. Shed pack some of her personal items in a separate duffel bag, as her clothes and accessories would be packed down by servants. Eventually, she took a small dagger she had received from a nobleman, a close friend of her fathers. She thought against bringing it, as it was not customary, but eventually decided to pack it with the rest of her items anyway. Morning would come after a fretful night of sleep. A faceless body plagued her dreams, taunting her, jeering her on and doing horrible, dreadful, delightful things to her. It wasnt an out of the ordinary dream, sometimes her hormones simply took over, but something about this one made her wake up in a sheen of her own sweat and a terrible unnerving feeling. For some reason, she instantly blamed Turyn, and it put her in a bad mood for the rest of the morning as the servants dressed her and prepared her for the journey to come. Her hair was bound tightly, as was the rest of her body, in black and red cotton. It was a reserved outfit, a long flowing skirt and a bodice that covered most of her skin. She was to be representable, and she had an inkling of doubt why her mother wanted her to dress like this. Could her brother be right, was she to be married off to those Lernisian mongrels? Her trunks were carried down to the caravan, which Calyce couldnt help but revel at. Her stomach fluttered briefly and she felt a smile crawl across her lips. The butterflies returned, and she felt excited once more to depart.