Post by Peregrine Inveryne-Lamont on Apr 16, 2010 21:46:06 GMT -6
Three years from, Neither Spare Nor Dispose
Many moons had come and gone in the changing world of spring. There had been so few nights together with the breaking of the pass, the shores cleared across the world as ice melted, and the passage became safe once more. For a traveling man there were too many nights alone, restless energy spent awake on a bed that was as wild as the sea. It was then he missed her most. Many times had the pirate stolen her gowns, her robes, and the fabric from her pillow to only find himself tangled by morning. Yet, as the memory of her scent faded from the fabric the feeling of the warm skin beneath it never left. In his mind she would be there when his arms stretched out to take her.
Peregrine found it hard to sleep, afraid to miss her--afraid that when he woke up she would be gone. He loved to watch the way her bare skin reacted to his touch, the soft gentle run of his fingers over her arm, and down her side as she slept there curled into his chest. Endless nights did he spend wondering if she ever missed him, and the answer came within the first. It was where the ground met the sky, the careful weave of the horizon through the trees, and the envy of the night as it turned to day. This was their time, as the children slept in the next rooms, down long halls where their laughter could not wake them, and passionate cries could no disturb such pleasant dreams. So much of him wanted to wake her, start all over again from the very first kiss. However, Rosalind had left him, somewhere in her dreams he liked the thought of knowing he was there. She seemed exhausted, content, warm, and happy; how could he be so selfish?
Feargus had done his number on her, made her far too obedient for his taste, but slowly he was breaking her of the habit. If he wished her awake she would pull her strength, and happily join him again. However, he was content simply loving her with his eyes, enjoying her by soft gentle caresses. Everything about his darling wife was so very enchanting by the light of the moon; The soft reflection of it against her skin, the silver it spun through her hair, and the pale color it stained her lips. It was a perfect contrast with the dark lashes that rest against her cheeks.
All the world was right and silent in the night, save for the beating of his restless heart he could nearly hear their children sleeping; the dog by the foot of the bed. It was a good life, and one that perhaps not even he had realized saved him. On the verge of falling he had nearly let it slip, but somewhere along the row she had picked him back up. Somewhere along that road they fell into a routine, and he was ecstatic to have their life together.
Thoughts of his family pulled him from the bed, and the whimpers of his wife made him chuckle just a little as he replaced the covers around her shoulders. She missed the heat no doubt, or perhaps the extra weight that let her know she wasn't alone. "I'll be back." He whispered while nuzzling her cheek before parting with a soft kiss. A sigh against his lips pulled him back in, but a small sound down the hall drew his attention away from his wife if only to hear the small steps of a beloved daughter.
Polly was awake her little feet carried her through the halls in a rush, as the excuse for the night was the shadow outside her room. The trees were filling with leaves and the wind moved them over her window as her room faced the great oak just shy of the house. Aldric will get it. She said snuggling into her mother watching with large eyes as her father made his way down the hall. Daddy get it. and Polly got what she wanted--Mommy.
Down the hall the pirate walked listening to the sounds of her son fighting in the night. With wooden sword to shadow he defeat what nightmares were made of, never knowing that the very man who stood in the door watching was one who walked from dream to dream. For such a small child he carried himself so proud, so full of potential it was no wonder Neil would be after the side of Lord Aldric in years to come. Colban's strength to back him up, and Rosalind's steady hand to lead him forward; left Peregrine there to walk along his side. He was his mother's husband, and in the fashion of courts and clans it mattered very little. However, here in the homestead there was gypsy law to be tended to and nothing any said would ever wash this from the forgotten son of Avaria.
"Hold your shoulders back, Aldric." Spoke the pirate from his lean in the doorframe, startling the boy who turned upon the half dressed man of his mother's bed. Their history went back, of the years Aldric could remember Peregrine had been a constant. He had been where laughter was concerned, and the ease of a long day. His hands were the hands of magic tricks, and shadow puppets. Yet his hands had never been of deadly force before the boy, not that memory could serve. Stories were told through the mouths of babes, children in play would get in trouble if they wished to be Master Peregrine, or his band of misfits. Older sons and daughters of the Isle could have been punished on no less of a crime then simply asking too much of the man. For so many years only his ties to the Lord Apollo, and his wife's relationship with the land, kept his name somewhat sane. "When you stand so open it leaves a good solid hit, here." Peregrin touched the boy's shoulder then with another wooden sword taken up, and the child would only grin. "I'm serious," He laughed stepping back into the hall raising his hands, "Come. Attack."
A small bit of banter passed back and forth by way of force met another, until the very stance came to end with Pere's blade next to Aldric's shoulder. The pirate would not tease, nor make the boy feel any less, for he was a child after all, but it had begun. The form that was taken was not of some sea-bound fool who was eager to find treasure's end, or even a scoundrel fighting for his life. It was that of a noble warrior whose purpose was simply to be the better man, to end this fight alive, but still with dignity attached. There were many secrets left untold, in a mind that had forgotten of his upbringing, but this was the form of kings; knights outfitted to protect.
As they continued despite the dirty looks from the small staff guilt set in, as this wasn't his roll, but Aldric was so eager to learn. Yet, how proper was it he learned on the witching hour? Peregrine had always been his freedom it seemed, their first meeting a chance encounter when he had slipped into the apartments of his hired hit. The wide eyed boy could not have been mistaken, but Rosalind had kept him so quiet, a secret. One Peregrine couldn't wait to release. Aldric had a future pressed out for him, and a mother who would be a bit more understanding then Colban if he never went down that path. However, as they finished their spar the pirate lifted the half asleep child over his shoulder to carry him back to bed he could not help but think the sleeping babe in his arms anything less then a great leader, and as he put the boy in bed with his still sleeping wife, their daughter. Peregrine made a promise to spend more time home this summer, with his family, and sealed the deal with spending this night together.
Lyrics By, Loreena McKennitt, Beneath A Phrygian Sky
The moonlight it was dancing
On the waves, out on the sea
The stars of heaven hovered
In a shimmering galaxy
A voice from down the ages
So haunting in its song
These ancient stones will tell us
Our love must make us strong
On the waves, out on the sea
The stars of heaven hovered
In a shimmering galaxy
A voice from down the ages
So haunting in its song
These ancient stones will tell us
Our love must make us strong
Many moons had come and gone in the changing world of spring. There had been so few nights together with the breaking of the pass, the shores cleared across the world as ice melted, and the passage became safe once more. For a traveling man there were too many nights alone, restless energy spent awake on a bed that was as wild as the sea. It was then he missed her most. Many times had the pirate stolen her gowns, her robes, and the fabric from her pillow to only find himself tangled by morning. Yet, as the memory of her scent faded from the fabric the feeling of the warm skin beneath it never left. In his mind she would be there when his arms stretched out to take her.
Peregrine found it hard to sleep, afraid to miss her--afraid that when he woke up she would be gone. He loved to watch the way her bare skin reacted to his touch, the soft gentle run of his fingers over her arm, and down her side as she slept there curled into his chest. Endless nights did he spend wondering if she ever missed him, and the answer came within the first. It was where the ground met the sky, the careful weave of the horizon through the trees, and the envy of the night as it turned to day. This was their time, as the children slept in the next rooms, down long halls where their laughter could not wake them, and passionate cries could no disturb such pleasant dreams. So much of him wanted to wake her, start all over again from the very first kiss. However, Rosalind had left him, somewhere in her dreams he liked the thought of knowing he was there. She seemed exhausted, content, warm, and happy; how could he be so selfish?
Feargus had done his number on her, made her far too obedient for his taste, but slowly he was breaking her of the habit. If he wished her awake she would pull her strength, and happily join him again. However, he was content simply loving her with his eyes, enjoying her by soft gentle caresses. Everything about his darling wife was so very enchanting by the light of the moon; The soft reflection of it against her skin, the silver it spun through her hair, and the pale color it stained her lips. It was a perfect contrast with the dark lashes that rest against her cheeks.
All the world was right and silent in the night, save for the beating of his restless heart he could nearly hear their children sleeping; the dog by the foot of the bed. It was a good life, and one that perhaps not even he had realized saved him. On the verge of falling he had nearly let it slip, but somewhere along the row she had picked him back up. Somewhere along that road they fell into a routine, and he was ecstatic to have their life together.
Thoughts of his family pulled him from the bed, and the whimpers of his wife made him chuckle just a little as he replaced the covers around her shoulders. She missed the heat no doubt, or perhaps the extra weight that let her know she wasn't alone. "I'll be back." He whispered while nuzzling her cheek before parting with a soft kiss. A sigh against his lips pulled him back in, but a small sound down the hall drew his attention away from his wife if only to hear the small steps of a beloved daughter.
Polly was awake her little feet carried her through the halls in a rush, as the excuse for the night was the shadow outside her room. The trees were filling with leaves and the wind moved them over her window as her room faced the great oak just shy of the house. Aldric will get it. She said snuggling into her mother watching with large eyes as her father made his way down the hall. Daddy get it. and Polly got what she wanted--Mommy.
Down the hall the pirate walked listening to the sounds of her son fighting in the night. With wooden sword to shadow he defeat what nightmares were made of, never knowing that the very man who stood in the door watching was one who walked from dream to dream. For such a small child he carried himself so proud, so full of potential it was no wonder Neil would be after the side of Lord Aldric in years to come. Colban's strength to back him up, and Rosalind's steady hand to lead him forward; left Peregrine there to walk along his side. He was his mother's husband, and in the fashion of courts and clans it mattered very little. However, here in the homestead there was gypsy law to be tended to and nothing any said would ever wash this from the forgotten son of Avaria.
"Hold your shoulders back, Aldric." Spoke the pirate from his lean in the doorframe, startling the boy who turned upon the half dressed man of his mother's bed. Their history went back, of the years Aldric could remember Peregrine had been a constant. He had been where laughter was concerned, and the ease of a long day. His hands were the hands of magic tricks, and shadow puppets. Yet his hands had never been of deadly force before the boy, not that memory could serve. Stories were told through the mouths of babes, children in play would get in trouble if they wished to be Master Peregrine, or his band of misfits. Older sons and daughters of the Isle could have been punished on no less of a crime then simply asking too much of the man. For so many years only his ties to the Lord Apollo, and his wife's relationship with the land, kept his name somewhat sane. "When you stand so open it leaves a good solid hit, here." Peregrin touched the boy's shoulder then with another wooden sword taken up, and the child would only grin. "I'm serious," He laughed stepping back into the hall raising his hands, "Come. Attack."
A small bit of banter passed back and forth by way of force met another, until the very stance came to end with Pere's blade next to Aldric's shoulder. The pirate would not tease, nor make the boy feel any less, for he was a child after all, but it had begun. The form that was taken was not of some sea-bound fool who was eager to find treasure's end, or even a scoundrel fighting for his life. It was that of a noble warrior whose purpose was simply to be the better man, to end this fight alive, but still with dignity attached. There were many secrets left untold, in a mind that had forgotten of his upbringing, but this was the form of kings; knights outfitted to protect.
As they continued despite the dirty looks from the small staff guilt set in, as this wasn't his roll, but Aldric was so eager to learn. Yet, how proper was it he learned on the witching hour? Peregrine had always been his freedom it seemed, their first meeting a chance encounter when he had slipped into the apartments of his hired hit. The wide eyed boy could not have been mistaken, but Rosalind had kept him so quiet, a secret. One Peregrine couldn't wait to release. Aldric had a future pressed out for him, and a mother who would be a bit more understanding then Colban if he never went down that path. However, as they finished their spar the pirate lifted the half asleep child over his shoulder to carry him back to bed he could not help but think the sleeping babe in his arms anything less then a great leader, and as he put the boy in bed with his still sleeping wife, their daughter. Peregrine made a promise to spend more time home this summer, with his family, and sealed the deal with spending this night together.
Lyrics By, Loreena McKennitt, Beneath A Phrygian Sky
