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Apr. 12th, 2006 03:23 pmIn the days following Pasgen's murder, Melou felt better than he could ever remember. It was like a weight lifted off his shoulders, even if only he and Melehan knew about it. Still, as much as he wanted to think the murder made him no longer a boy, in his mind there was one more thing to take care of, and he'd resolved to deal with it that night.
It had taken forever to convince Briallen to meet him in their usual spot in the stables. May Day was fast approaching and the girls and other servants were caught up in preparations. But she had agreed.
They both snuck out of their rooms late that night and even though she had been angry about how upset he'd been over Melehan and Sulwyn, she relented easily.
Things fell back into routine fairly quickly after that, though Melou slowly tried to push her further than they'd been before. After swatting his hands away for what felt like the hundredth time, she sat up, straw in her hair. "Ye've got to stop."
He looked at her then, really looked at her, pretty little thing she was. Not quite blonde, a good deal shorter than him and already growing into her round, curvaceous figure. Certainly not like tall, thin, dark haired Sulwyn, or even Angela, taller still with the brightest hair he'd ever seen. Just Briallen, and she was all he had.
She looked back up at him, hazel eyes pleading. "I should be gettin' back. If father catches me out I'll get a whippin' but good."
"Not yet." He leaned in and nuzzled her cheek with his nose, a hand at her waist pushing her backwards. She struggled to keep her balance and push him away at the same time.
"I've told ye no." Her voice was bordering on angry, exasperated, and she tried to stand. Melou pulled her back down with little effort and held her tight. He was far stronger than her, and she knew it.
"And I said not yet. I'm not going to hurt you, I promise." He told her firmly, though there was an underlying tone indicating he just might if he thought he had to. Trembling, she made no further protest.
Afterward, Melou gently wiped her tears away and helped her make herself look more presentable. He even walked her home, though he doubted she'd ever speak to him again. He didn't care and made his way back to his room silently, smiling the whole way.
It had taken forever to convince Briallen to meet him in their usual spot in the stables. May Day was fast approaching and the girls and other servants were caught up in preparations. But she had agreed.
They both snuck out of their rooms late that night and even though she had been angry about how upset he'd been over Melehan and Sulwyn, she relented easily.
Things fell back into routine fairly quickly after that, though Melou slowly tried to push her further than they'd been before. After swatting his hands away for what felt like the hundredth time, she sat up, straw in her hair. "Ye've got to stop."
He looked at her then, really looked at her, pretty little thing she was. Not quite blonde, a good deal shorter than him and already growing into her round, curvaceous figure. Certainly not like tall, thin, dark haired Sulwyn, or even Angela, taller still with the brightest hair he'd ever seen. Just Briallen, and she was all he had.
She looked back up at him, hazel eyes pleading. "I should be gettin' back. If father catches me out I'll get a whippin' but good."
"Not yet." He leaned in and nuzzled her cheek with his nose, a hand at her waist pushing her backwards. She struggled to keep her balance and push him away at the same time.
"I've told ye no." Her voice was bordering on angry, exasperated, and she tried to stand. Melou pulled her back down with little effort and held her tight. He was far stronger than her, and she knew it.
"And I said not yet. I'm not going to hurt you, I promise." He told her firmly, though there was an underlying tone indicating he just might if he thought he had to. Trembling, she made no further protest.
Afterward, Melou gently wiped her tears away and helped her make herself look more presentable. He even walked her home, though he doubted she'd ever speak to him again. He didn't care and made his way back to his room silently, smiling the whole way.
