30.Jan.16, 03:57 AM
Rhaedalyn smiled brightly and without covering it like she so often did. It was a sure sign of how comfortable she was around R’nya that she was outgrowing some of her habits she’d had since she was young. “Then I would like to tell you one,” Rhaedalyn sat up, pulling her legs under her in the process. The sheet was grabbed so it could be draped around her shoulders since she felt a small draft on her exposed skin. It didn’t occur to her that she was sitting before a man completely nude and that it wasn’t very ladylike of her.
“This is a story of a beautiful lady and a jealous witch that curses her,” Rhaedalyn began, suddenly happy to have such a willing audience member that wasn’t a part of the practically daily group that assembled for her. She told the story with as much dramatic flair as was possible for her and ended on something close to a sigh of longing, “and that is the power of a kiss of true love.” Even though her heart had been smashed to a million pieces and she wasn’t sure if she could ever freely love again, Rhaedalyn still sometimes found herself in the perfect little fantasy world of hers where everything was true love and roses. Sometimes she really did wish it was possible for a happily ever after.
Suddenly Rhaedalyn shifted and curled up on the pillows beside R’nya, resting her head on his shoulder. “You know, you look very comfortable and who is to say your mind will really be in any official stuff you have to do today after a flight? I think you’d be excused if you played hooky a bit longer.” She might not be able to have a happily ever after but she’d settle for something resembling it for the afternoon.
“This is a story of a beautiful lady and a jealous witch that curses her,” Rhaedalyn began, suddenly happy to have such a willing audience member that wasn’t a part of the practically daily group that assembled for her. She told the story with as much dramatic flair as was possible for her and ended on something close to a sigh of longing, “and that is the power of a kiss of true love.” Even though her heart had been smashed to a million pieces and she wasn’t sure if she could ever freely love again, Rhaedalyn still sometimes found herself in the perfect little fantasy world of hers where everything was true love and roses. Sometimes she really did wish it was possible for a happily ever after.
Suddenly Rhaedalyn shifted and curled up on the pillows beside R’nya, resting her head on his shoulder. “You know, you look very comfortable and who is to say your mind will really be in any official stuff you have to do today after a flight? I think you’d be excused if you played hooky a bit longer.” She might not be able to have a happily ever after but she’d settle for something resembling it for the afternoon.