03-26-2020, 01:02 AM
“Mmph.”
Vel made a small noise in her throat as she shifted, the glimmer in her blue eyes shining in the darkness as her vision rapidly adjusted to the mostly lightless, early morning.
...Gil will likely be getting up soon.
She sighed, mentally reminding herself just how much she didn’t want to happen upon her brother as she was leaving this particular tent in the earliest hours of the morning, and started to shift so that she could get to her feet…
Only to find her movement halted by a secure grip around her waist.
The elf stopped, a resigned exhale escaping her nose as she quickly realized that, during the few hours she was sleeping, the Alteraci prince’s arm had draped itself over her side, the patterning of black scales curiously warm despite the coolness of her own skin.
...You’d think the opposite would happen given my state. And yet…
Vel released her grip on the edge of the blanket and eased herself back into a resting position, doing her best not to disturb Victor now that it was evident that a mundane escape was likely impossible.
...I don’t even know how heavy he sleeps…
Her lips tightened into a thin line for a moment, and she shifted again, rolling onto her back so that his arm would drop less of a distance before a whispered incantation caused her to vanish in a small flurry of snow that rapidly dissipated into nothing.
She rematerialized a few feet away--near where her clothing had been cast somewhat unceremoniously aside--and took a moment to quickly assess the damage she had sustained the evening previous. Scratches. A few new bruises. Nothing that was more than an idle nuisance as her skin stretched with her movements, and fortunately most were isolated to her back or thighs--areas that were well away from idle glances once she was fully dressed.
Vel’s gaze flickered to the still-sleeping human as she started to slip her clothing back on, and she smirked, proud of her successfully silent escape, though the smug expression quickly shifted to one of more neutral contemplation.
...Little more than a month ago he hated me...
The mage sighed again, her body covered enough to be protected enough for the cold trek back to her own tent, and she quickly gathered up the rest of her belongings in her arms. She spared one last assessment that she had gotten everything before a wave of her hand and another whispered incantation caused her presence to rapidly fade from view.
She put a hand on the flap of the tent, offering one last glance to ensure Victor was still sleeping, and then slipped out--little more than a hidden ghost in the still-sunless morning.
Vel made a small noise in her throat as she shifted, the glimmer in her blue eyes shining in the darkness as her vision rapidly adjusted to the mostly lightless, early morning.
...Gil will likely be getting up soon.
She sighed, mentally reminding herself just how much she didn’t want to happen upon her brother as she was leaving this particular tent in the earliest hours of the morning, and started to shift so that she could get to her feet…
Only to find her movement halted by a secure grip around her waist.
The elf stopped, a resigned exhale escaping her nose as she quickly realized that, during the few hours she was sleeping, the Alteraci prince’s arm had draped itself over her side, the patterning of black scales curiously warm despite the coolness of her own skin.
...You’d think the opposite would happen given my state. And yet…
Vel released her grip on the edge of the blanket and eased herself back into a resting position, doing her best not to disturb Victor now that it was evident that a mundane escape was likely impossible.
...I don’t even know how heavy he sleeps…
Her lips tightened into a thin line for a moment, and she shifted again, rolling onto her back so that his arm would drop less of a distance before a whispered incantation caused her to vanish in a small flurry of snow that rapidly dissipated into nothing.
She rematerialized a few feet away--near where her clothing had been cast somewhat unceremoniously aside--and took a moment to quickly assess the damage she had sustained the evening previous. Scratches. A few new bruises. Nothing that was more than an idle nuisance as her skin stretched with her movements, and fortunately most were isolated to her back or thighs--areas that were well away from idle glances once she was fully dressed.
Vel’s gaze flickered to the still-sleeping human as she started to slip her clothing back on, and she smirked, proud of her successfully silent escape, though the smug expression quickly shifted to one of more neutral contemplation.
...Little more than a month ago he hated me...
The mage sighed again, her body covered enough to be protected enough for the cold trek back to her own tent, and she quickly gathered up the rest of her belongings in her arms. She spared one last assessment that she had gotten everything before a wave of her hand and another whispered incantation caused her presence to rapidly fade from view.
She put a hand on the flap of the tent, offering one last glance to ensure Victor was still sleeping, and then slipped out--little more than a hidden ghost in the still-sunless morning.