Morning and a Prelude

Log Info

• Title: A Morning and a Prelude

• Emitter: Ravenstongue

• Characters: Ravenstongue, Telamon

• Place: Ravenstongue and Telamon's house

• Summary: It's the morning after the nightmares have stopped. Ravenstongue and Telamon share a tender moment as the return of normal dreams happened to dovetail with a new development in their relationship, and then they ready themselves for a pleasant breakfast out. Ravenstongue divulges to Telamon that she has to go to the Mythwood for a meeting with Grandfather. While the meeting must be done alone, she suggests that Telamon come with her to the Mythwood for a one-night-stay. Telamon accepts the notion despite his hesitation, and the two half-elves make a traveling plan.

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Ravenstongue         5'0"     99 Lb      Half-Elf          Female    Short half-elf girl with violet eyes and black hair.                       
Telamon              5'6"     140 Lb     Half-Elf          Male      A platinum-blond half-sil man with dancing dark eyes
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For the first time in weeks, the dreams are just that: dreams.

Ravenstongue is almost the picture of this statement as she wakes up--not with a start, not with a little whimper in her sleep, but with a peaceful fluttering of her eyes. Then, of course, a yawn.

"Good morning," she says with a smile, violet eyes opening once more to behold the rays of morning sunlight through the window. Considering Telamon's inclination to sleep in, it's a miracle they haven't gotten blackout curtains yet.

While normally Telamon does have a tendency to be a bit of a slugabed (he's admitted as such), this time he opens his eyes when Raven stirs and awakens. He blinks a bit in the bright light, puzzled. Something's changed, but he can't quite pin it down yet.

Aside from, you know, the previous night. He blinks again, then blushes a touch, before returning the smile. "Good morning to you as well... though that almost seems like an inadequate response from me."

Ravenstongue flips over in bed to face Telamon more fully, smiling at him. "I don't know," she says playfully. "I don't think anything about you could be described as inadequate."

She reaches out and pats his cheek, although her fingers curl up in the loose strands of his platinum blond hair. "Did you sleep as well as I did? I didn't have a single nightmare." Her voice is filled with joy for the notion. She'd been handling the whole thing well, but of course, most people would be absolutely happy to not have to deal with bad dreams if given the chance.

Telamon blinks again, a third time. Oh. That's what was missing. "...You're right. I... didn't have any nightmares either." He was propped up on one arm, but then lies back down, still looking at her. "I... you know, it would be charming and romantic if, uh... that's what banishes the nightmares. But somehow I doubt it's that easy."

He leans in to kiss her cheek. "Not that I'd object to the notion, but it strikes me as a bit too convenient."

Her eyes seem to sparkle as Telamon suggests the romantic notion. "You're right," she says, "but I might choose to believe it instead because I think it makes for a better story--at least until I've woken up more, enough for some sense of reason to return."

Ravenstongue snuggles in closer to him, and she chases down his kiss on her cheek with a little peck on the lips. "So... I guess the obvious question is, how do you feel? Because I honestly feel pretty wonderful about the whole thing. I'm not so sure what I was scared of."

His arms are around her, cuddling her in close. "Well... like everything is right with the world. No matter how badly messed up things are, that at least some of it is working as it should be." He brushes his nose against hers. "I don't usually buy into 'destiny' per se, but it feels like that."

Tel brushes her hair back, stroking her cheek. "It's all right. You spent a long time... well, being fearful, and lonely -- except for Pothy, of course -- and you didn't know how to relate. I'm... just glad to be the one you chose to help fix that."

Her eyes are still sparkling as Ravenstongue looks into his starry eyes. She smiles so widely. "See? I told you it felt like destiny," she says playfully. "I know that I'm more given to whim based on my nature, but it feels less like whim and more like this was willed."

She closes her eyes for a moment as he strokes her cheek, pushing her face into his hand much like a cat might. "Of course I chose you," she says. "It was always going to be you... I just had to get over my fears and some of my preconceived notions first. And, if we do this right, it's going to be you for the rest of our lives." She's utterly serious on that last notion, even as her voice takes on a dreamy quality.

Telamon gently tugs her close, letting her rest her head on his shoulder. "Maybe. Or maybe not. But it doesn't matter to me. What matters is that you're here, and I'm here, and... nothing else standing between us."

He snorts a little at her mention of 'fears and notions'. "Gods, 'Lana, I'd wonder about you if you hadn't had some hesitance or fears. You... you've dealt with so much. You deserve happiness for enduring it."

"I do have happiness," Ravenstongue says, opening her eyes and drawing back a little to look very seriously into Telamon's eyes. "After all, you're mine. And I'm yours."

It was the first time she'd ever really made a possessive statement about him in that context. Of course, she says it sweetly, not a hint of anything else in her words.

She doesn't give him much room to respond, however, as she leans and kisses him for a long moment on the lips.

Telamon would say something, but, well, he's occupied for a bit. He's quite happy to return the favor, though. When the two finally come up for air again, he smiles at her. "Absolutely. All yours." He stretches a little, lazily.

"So," he purrs. "Not to spoil the mood, but at some point we will need to find breakfast. And possibly reassure Pothy he hasn't been abandoned. Any thoughts on that?"

"I can cook, or we could go try one of the little cafes around here," Ravenstongue offers, although the mention of Pothy makes her look uneasy. "That's right. Pothy basically shut himself in the study..."

She slips out of Telamon's arms and out of bed, quickly going to her closet and dresser to mull over appropriate clothing choices in the event that they are leaving the house to find breakfast. "He's probably okay?" Ravenstongue concludes as she pulls a black wool dress from the closet, although her statement definitely doesn't sound like a conclusion. "I mean, he knew we were home, and it's not like he has a lack of places to sleep in the house... Although we might want to consider making him another book nest in the study."

Telamon slithers out of the bed as well, starting to pull out some garments from a chest he'd moved into the room when they first started sharing a bed. A deep blue woolen tunic over dark gray trousers and socks, with a belt completing the ensemble. "He knows you weren't in danger, so... worst case scenario he's probably pulled open the pantry again and eaten his way through an entire bag of walnuts."

He pours a little water into the bowl by the bed, using it to wash his face off before toweling it dry. "As much as I might tease, I do feel better when he's watching your back. You could say I trust him with the most important thing in my life."

Ravenstongue pulls herself together just as quickly, although she stares at herself in the mirror for a moment and decides that it's not worth the trouble today to braid her hair. She's even left her glasses on the nightstand. The most she does is to comb through her hair carefully and then quickly apply a layer of marshmallow-smelling cream that she insists on getting from one particular vendor in the markets and nowhere else.

"We did sort of abandon our soup," she realizes partway through the process of taming her hair. "Maybe he gorged himself on that and we won't walk out to find a little obstacle course of cracked walnut shells on the floor." It's a hope said aloud, that's for certain.

Ravenstongue turns around and smiles. All that's missing now are her usual walking shoes, and those are by the front door. "And I think he's relieved to not have to watch my back so ardently anymore," she replies."

She walks over to him and kisses him on the cheek, rising up onto her tip-toes to reach him. "It's not a shocker by now, I'm sure, but I feel the same about you," she says with a grin. "What're you in the mood for? Scones? Crepes?"

Telamon furrows his brow, thinking back, as he snaps on the belt and hangs his hip pouch off it. "...Yes, we did. And it was good soup, too. Keep that in mind: I will turn down perfectly good soup for you," he grins at her playfully, before reaching for the bedroom door.

He ponders the question. "Oddly, I think I'm in the mood for eggs. Omelets, even. But I could do scones or crepes." He opens the door, and steps out to see what Pothy might have wrought.

"It was good soup," Ravenstongue agrees as she smiles knowingly. "Considering it led to what it did, it was good soup."

She looks past him, craning her head a bit (as he is half a foot taller, of course). Miraculously, Pothy has not wrecked the living room in an act of rebellion against the nature of their early retirement. He has, however, left all three mugs that were left out on the table almost sparkling clean--

Oh. In fact, he's there on the table, looking at them. He whistles at them both.

"Good morning to you too, Pothy," Ravenstongue says happily. She looks to Telamon and says, "Apparently he came back out here after giving us ample time to, umm, finish, and decided to take advantage of the leftovers--and of course, he fell asleep right after like the little glutton he is."

"Snacks," Pothy chimes in. He flies onto Ravenstongue's shoulder, clearly prepared for the notion of a meal out.

"How do eggs sound to you, Pothy?" Ravenstongue asks. This results in an approving croak, so she looks back to Telamon and says, "Eggs it is, then!"

Telamon reaches out to stroke Pothy. "I told 'Lana this, Pothy, but I should tell you to your face. Beak. Whatever. I feel a lot better knowing you're with her and watching her back." His dark eyes meet Pothy's. "She's the most important thing to me now. And it makes me happier knowing you're on her shoulder."

He turns his eyes to Raven now, before looking at the mugs ruefully. "They'll be easy to clean when we get back. Not that it's ever hard." He puts his arm around her, "Let's go find breakfast. And coffee. Definitely coffee."

Pothy happily accepts the affection given to him, his tail wagging up and down. But then he stops, looks at Telamon for a moment... and he whistles.

"Oooh," Ravenstongue says with a giggle. "He's questioning your use of the word 'now'. Don't make him answer that, Pothy!"

They leave the house and lock up the door, Ravenstongue curling close to Telamon as they walk. "So... I did want to bring something up last night, too, but, well, we got carried away before I could voice it," she says. "I do have to leave for one night. Grandfather wants me to travel to the Mythwood for something--he didn't tell me what for, and he specified that it's only for him and I. But... Besides that part, maybe we could do a little day-trip to visit your family? If you're willing, that is."

GAME: Ravenstongue rolls Bluff: (1)+10+4: 15 (EPIC FAIL)
GAME: Telamon rolls sense motive+3: (5)+5+3: 13

"Well, the bad news is that you're stuck with me now, Pothy, so you might as well revel in the fact you now have two permanent snack-givers on duty." Telamon grins, as the two step outside, wrapped up against the morning chill. Winter still hasn't released its grip on the city yet.

At her mention of a trip, he nods, though his dark eyes flick to hers. "Well... I knew when I proposed I was also going to deal with Grandfather, by extension. Is this about..." He taps his own chest lightly, right at the spot where the feather tattoo would be on Raven. "But I definitely wouldn't mind visiting my family. I think they'll be thrilled to see us together."

"Snacks!" Pothy says jubilantly. He will never say no to that. Telamon's fate is as good as sealed now that he's said the words.

Ravenstongue looks a tiny bit defensive as he taps his chest--enough that it shows up in her face. "It's... Sort of. It's between me and Grandfather--nothing bad, I assure you, I just..." She frowns and shakes her head. "After what your father said about Grandfather, and the implications he made--I know it's odd to understand, but it feels like something I can only talk about after it's done."

She looks at him with a tiny smile, brows furrowed in worry. "Hopefully you understand. But we can come visit in the day, spend the night there--and I can do what needs to be done with Grandfather, I'll come back and sleep, and then we go back home in the morning."

Telamon exhales, his breath steaming. "I... alright. I trust you, and I've trusted Grandfather. And you trusted me to help you, and to not screw it up when we did the dreamwalk. To protect you from your idiot sire. I can't bridle at this... but I want you to tell me as much as you can, when it's done."

He takes her hands in his, gazing into her eyes. "Together. We face all of this together."

His future bride looks immensely relieved, smiling even wider as he consents. "When I come back, you'll know everything. I promise," she says. "Trust me, I... I wish I could tell you. Part of it is that I don't know exactly what will happen, other than that Grandfather's assured me everything will be alright and that I'll get what I want. The other part is that I fear... Not your judgment, exactly, but other people's judgment, and it's easier to keep a secret if it's just one person rather than two."

She squeezes his hands. "But after that, absolutely. Together."