Thread: A Cold Summer, A Warm Winter [darkangel76 x Chammy]

No matter how hard she tried, she was unable to move, her body frozen where she stood for any and all to judge and scrutinize. Her brown eyes widened in fear as the tall, pale Winter Fae approached, his shadow engulfing her lean and exposed body as his outstretched hand reached to touch her shivering flesh. A shudder ran along her spine as his nails dragged along her skin, goose bumps forming as a chill seeped into her bones. Cold... so cold. She longed for warmth, for the kiss of the sun's golden rays as his menacing eyes lingered and inspected. There was a bitterness in those pools. She couldn't miss it as she dared to stare back. But it was impossible to hold his gaze and even less so as he grabbed her and prodded, forcing her head to lob from side to side as he further inspected her body. He probed and poked, leaving no crevice or fold overlooked. His touch was colder than any exam she'd received back home. Colder, more callous. There was almost a cruelness in the way his mouth twitched, his eyes glittered. It was... unnerving. Swallowing hard, her dark eyes fluttered shut and she tried to remember her days back homedays that were simpler and far happier. But it was difficult to concentrate. She was unable to move and this pale being was touching her as if he owned her. Then again, in his eyes, he did. She couldn't contest that now that she was in his world. His hands fondled her fragile body, groping and manhandling her most intimate parts without any care or consideration to her feelings. It was clear her modesty and honor meant nothing and as tears pricked her eyes, he all but ignored it, moving along with his inspection as if nothing occurred at all. As he neared the end of his inspection, his fingers began to dip lower along her body. She gasped slightly, but the sound was cut off as he pressed firmly against her throat. It wasn't hard, just enough to stifle the sound and cause her senses to go reeling. Her mind went murky with sensation as his fingers finished their inspection, arousing her just enough as he probed further. Her eyes watered and clamped shut and then it was over and all that remained were his words ringing in her ears and a groggy sensation that seemed to consume her entire body. Blinking rapidly, she looked up at the Winter Fae, her thoughts suddenly those of confusion. What had just happened? What had he just done? And why was she suddenly understanding things she hadn't before? Everything was suddenly a whirl of murky thought blurred together and she could barely recall how she'd ended up where she was, just that she was there. As she tried to make sense of everything, she was suddenly tugged away by grabbing hands of Elven women, clearly those meant to prepare her for the one who'd claimed her as his own. The room spun as she moved, making her knees wobble and buckle. It was as if the floor were being pulled from beneath her feet. And oh how her head hurt. Unable to resist, she moved with the women, knowing she had no choice but to comply, no choice but to face this new existence set before her. Upon waking later, she found herself almost afraid to open her eyes. There was cool fabric beneath her hands as if something lush and luxurious was caressing her palms. Slowly, she opened her eyes, turning her head slightly only to see that she was lying on a bed layered with sheets of silk. Swallowing, she dared to sit up. Only it was difficult. The groggy sensations she'd felt earlier after those cold inspections had been nothing compared to how she was feeling right then. Now. Now she felt like there were daggers stabbing through her eyes and into her skull. A pain so sharp and searing she had to touch her forehead to help gain her bearings. She heaved a tiny sigh just then and twisted to let her legs dangle over the edge of the bed. Her feet were bare and, with great hesitation, she slid over the bed's edge and landed onto the floor with a gentle thud. She grabbed the edge of the bed for balance, her sheer gown like liquid as it flowed over her body as she stood there taking in the sight of the room she was in. Caelyn walked out into the gardens of her home in the Summer Realm, the sky a blazing blue overhead as the puffy clouds wisped by and the birds chirped their happy songs. The day was beautiful, full of warmth and laughter. The golden rays of the sun kissed her skin as she meandered the paths that wound through the endless mazes of flowers, drinking in their delicious scents and taking in their rich and glorious colors. She paused a moment to admire the peonies, a particularly fragrant flower. Their aroma was intoxicating, making her smile as she let the scent fill her nostrils. As Caelyn continued her stroll, she could hear the thunderous stomp of horse hooves. Curious as to who might be calling upon her family's home, she left the gardens and headed for the fields surrounding them. She saw the rider approaching, he seemed to be carrying something that needed to be delivered and was surprised when it turned out that the parcel in hand was indeed meant for her. Biting down on her lower lip, she inspected the parcel, opening it with great care. With delicate hands, Caelyn picked up the sword and looked at it quizzically. It was of fine make indeed and she wondered why someone would give her such a thing. She wasn't a fighter and had no idea how to wield such a weapon, though she could appreciate the craftsmanship of such a fine piece. Clearly much attention was paid when making this weapon. Though why someone would choose to give it to her as opposed to a worthy warrior? It made no sense. As she held it awkwardly in her hand, she then found the note that came along with the gift. Her blue eyes narrowed slightly as she read it, her lips mouthing the words over and over as she read it not once, but three times. Elethir? Caelyn stated out loud. She crinkled her nose as her cheeks reddened. The name was unfamiliar, a complete unknown as she tried to figure out to whom it might belong. But as she tried to go over the various Houses her family was well acquainted with, she found that she was unable to recall the name. It was, in fact, unrecognizable. Feeling embarrassed, her cheeks reddened further, a sweeping heat tracing down the nape of her neck and across her bared chest. Looking up, then, at the rider, she gave him a nod and spoke, You may tell Elethir of House Ryunne that I thank him for the gift. She curtsied out of respect and politeness, backing away after she did so. Once standing upright, Caelyn felt herself wondering just who this Elethir might be. There were so many Fae her family had been acquainted with, though who might wish to send her something specifically? Perhaps her family had been speaking with Fae of other realms and they were merely reaching out. Turning her head, she glanced in the directions of the various islands, but her gaze lingered the longest on that of the Winter Realm. Its sky darkened with clouds of gray, a sun hidden from sight as the winds howled and the snow forever fell. A shiver ran along her spine as she stared, but the happy song of a bird broke her from the trance, bringing her back to the present. She looked down at the sword she held and pursed her lips. Well now, Caelyn whispered. I suppose this means I ought to visit the humans tomorrow. Nodding, she set her jaw and turned on her heels, her mind made up that she'd go to the Center Isle the following day.