Thread: Between Love and Hate (Sølvi versus xxplaywithmexx)

Solveig When the doors swung open, Solveig startled a little, sitting upright in her bed, her bright green eyes peering towards the door. When they focused on Daycen, she could not help herself. Almost childishly, her body reacted to him. Her lips curled into a smile which turned worried when he limped over towards her, a small frown creasing her features. He was alive though.. alive, and well enough to walk. His arm was in a sling, he looked like a haggard, older version of himself, but he was alive. He voiced her relief, and Solveig almost broke down in tears. They brimmed in her eyes as he approached, and she could not contain the glee that was written across her face. As are you.. her voice, shaky. He stood beside her bed then, her body leaning towards him, as if it needed to be close to its other half. She felt whole again, and when Daycen cracked the joke, Solveig couldnt help but to laugh, relief flooding over her once more. The laugh was pure and genuine, but the tears still fell, relief, exultation, apprehension. Well, it wa- with parted lips, hers were claimed, and instantly she forgot where she was. Her eyes fluttered closed, and her lips and tongue gently, softly, found his. Her fingers intertwined with her brothers, her soft tongue tasting her brother once more, feeling his warmth surround her. And then he left her quite suddenly, breathless, her cheeks and lips tainted red. His hand left hers, and instinctively she shot her hand out to grab his, unable to bear him moving away from her. There was a near pleading glint in her eyes as she looked up at him, the words hammering against her walls but unable to speak them. Dont go. Dont go. She kept her hand over his, and arched her back up slightly, brushing her lips against her brothers in another soft, brief, stealing kiss. And then she leaned her head back on her pillow, exhausted, but still gently resting her hand upon Daycens. The sword was in my way. She stated after a moment of silence, a ghost of a playful grin playing around her lips. A lot went unsaid. She did not know how to explain herself. I watched you fall to the ground, she wanted to say. I watched you crumble and I did not know if you were dead and the damn sword was in my fucking way and I had to get to you. I could not lose you she wanted to scream. But no words came out, her hand only squeezed Daycens hand, as if she was afraid he was going to disappear. The silence stretched, and Solveig rested her head back on the pillow, simply watching her brother, her normally kept hair a birds nest on her head. And yet, as was natural to them, they looked royal. They had pure blood streaming through their veins. It could not be tainted. Suddenly, Solveig was hyper aware of Daycens presence and her state of undress. Her breasts brushed against her linen dress, and she realized that the fabric was sheer enough for Daycen to see the outline of her nipples. No. Stop. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to control herself. Everything was so much simpler when it was just about the sex. When it was just about Daycen making her submit. Now.. they were both in a foreign territory, even more twisted than the one before. She had almost lost her brother, she had almost lost her own life.. and now she had gained another. They had to address what happened. I.. She paused, frowned, and squeezed Daycens hand again involuntarily. I cannot live without you. The words came out strained, the lump in her throat heavy. The confession made her heart feel light and heavy at the same time. It should have made her mad. She should be pissed off at Daycen for making her feel this. And some part of her was, you could not just bury years of pent up hatred. The things he put her through.. but that seemed to pale in comparison to what had happened to the twins. Her eyes searched his, looking for a glimmer of recognition. Briannen She was in the middle of negotiations with Achard, sipping her tea, when the knock came. Solveigs servant! Ah, how wonderful. The little girl would tell Briannen everything she needed to know. She made sure that she would be notified first if Solveig awoke. What other reason could there be for the servant to interrupt her? Come in! The servant girl hurried inside, a worried look on her face as she shifted her gaze from Briannen to Achard. Princess Solveig, she.. she has awakened, mlady. Briannen felt a stab of annoyance. She was princess here, not Solveig. She rose immediately, but sat back down when Achard made a motion with his hands. Briannen frowned, what could Achard want? She nodded to the servant. Very well, anything else? The servant girl started fidgeting, and Briannen shook her head. What is it girl? The servant girl looked at Achard with frightened eyes, before she looked back at Briannen. Mlady.. I cannot.. it is not right to talk about this in front of a man.. Briannen rolled her eyes and shook her head again. Come on now child, we can trust the General. He saved your Princess and my Prince after all! Briannen exclaimed triumphantly. The servant girl looked to have her doubts, but swallowed hard. I.. I fear that Solveig might have ruined your matress, mLady, I apologize. She awoke and she.. she.. the servant blushed furiously, adding in a hushed tone. Shes on her moon blood, finally. The servant looked mortified, but Briannen simply laughed. That is wonderful news! We shall attend to the royal twins shortly. Youre dismissed. The servant girl scampered off, and Briannen turned to Achard. Now, what is so important that youre keeping me from attending my guests?