ÄMM + a little meandering.
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arabwelSo here's a bit of ÄMM. I know it is shortm but I seem to have encounteresd a serious writer's block and therefore.. well, don't know when the next bits will drizzle out of my brain (I think Lordi is VERY annoyed by my various mental images) so in the meantimer, i am tiding you over with this .)
Anna lay in her bed, wide awake.
She could not stop thinking of the hateful things Silvia had said, or the way her groom-to-be was treating her. Or the dreams that plagued her. Her furtive attempt to go into the woods had not worked… but she needed to go see Lordi.
Not even Viktor’s presence was helping.
Silvia was, as Anna had come to expect, not with her, and for that she was glad; Ruusa was sleeping soundly on her pallet and the room was almost eerily quiet as the light of the full moon bore through the window.
It was almost without thinking that Anna quietly got out of the bed, stifling a cry as her feet hit the cold floor. As quietly as she could, she pulled on her dress and boots, not bothering with any of the underthings; she didn’t care if she was improperly attired, she only wanted to go see Lordi.
Miraculously, no one intercepted her as she made her way out of the room and down the stairs, outside where the moon turned everything a mass of silver and black, the remaining snow brilliant instead of dirty. Somewhere in the distance she could hear a wolf howl.
The moon gave enough light for her to make her way unerringly to the small cove by the stream that held so many wonderful memories to her.
Something made her follow the stream, through the trees, to the pond; maybe it was the way her neck tingled or something deeper, but she knew she would find him there.
And so she did.
Lordi was standing waist-deep in the water, his head thrown back as rivulets raced down his body; the moonlight lent a silver cast to them, as it did to his bared fangs.
The sight of him stole the breath from her lungs; the need in her awoke anew and her body cried out for him, as she stood rooted on the spot, unable to tear her eyes from him. How could any man be so magnificent?
But Lordi was no man.
He knew she was watching him; he turned his head, wet hair plastering over his face as his crimson eyes searched the woods and found hers.
Anna gasped and turned on her heel, stumbling thorough the trees; she couldn’t face him, not like that, not when he looked so strange and alien and alluring all at the same time!
She did not run far; as she reached the cove here the firs sheltered the fallen logs, she stopped, leaning against a tree. Her heart was beating fast enough to make her fear her chest would burst and blood rushed through her ears, making her feel so very dizzy.
By the time her breathing had evened, she could hear the familiar heavy footsteps, and a small shiver went through her. She stood motionless until he was close enough for the scent of leather and wet hair fill her nostrils before she felt claws gently brushing her cheek.
”What are you doing here, princess?” His voice was a soft growl. “You should... you should not be here at night.”
Anna turned to face him, craning her neck to meet his eyes. “I had to see you,” She whispered. “I.. I couldn’t take it any longer. I’m sorry if I... if I did something wrong.”
The mere thought of the look he had given her made her shiver. Had she angered him? Would he send her away?
His claws brushed her face gently. “Don’t be, princess... you did nothing wrong.”
Anna took a step closer, biting her lip. “Will you hold me?”
Without words, she was enveloped by his strong arms.
**
*ducks* Cause nothing helps writer's block like death threats, right?
Anna lay in her bed, wide awake.
She could not stop thinking of the hateful things Silvia had said, or the way her groom-to-be was treating her. Or the dreams that plagued her. Her furtive attempt to go into the woods had not worked… but she needed to go see Lordi.
Not even Viktor’s presence was helping.
Silvia was, as Anna had come to expect, not with her, and for that she was glad; Ruusa was sleeping soundly on her pallet and the room was almost eerily quiet as the light of the full moon bore through the window.
It was almost without thinking that Anna quietly got out of the bed, stifling a cry as her feet hit the cold floor. As quietly as she could, she pulled on her dress and boots, not bothering with any of the underthings; she didn’t care if she was improperly attired, she only wanted to go see Lordi.
Miraculously, no one intercepted her as she made her way out of the room and down the stairs, outside where the moon turned everything a mass of silver and black, the remaining snow brilliant instead of dirty. Somewhere in the distance she could hear a wolf howl.
The moon gave enough light for her to make her way unerringly to the small cove by the stream that held so many wonderful memories to her.
Something made her follow the stream, through the trees, to the pond; maybe it was the way her neck tingled or something deeper, but she knew she would find him there.
And so she did.
Lordi was standing waist-deep in the water, his head thrown back as rivulets raced down his body; the moonlight lent a silver cast to them, as it did to his bared fangs.
The sight of him stole the breath from her lungs; the need in her awoke anew and her body cried out for him, as she stood rooted on the spot, unable to tear her eyes from him. How could any man be so magnificent?
But Lordi was no man.
He knew she was watching him; he turned his head, wet hair plastering over his face as his crimson eyes searched the woods and found hers.
Anna gasped and turned on her heel, stumbling thorough the trees; she couldn’t face him, not like that, not when he looked so strange and alien and alluring all at the same time!
She did not run far; as she reached the cove here the firs sheltered the fallen logs, she stopped, leaning against a tree. Her heart was beating fast enough to make her fear her chest would burst and blood rushed through her ears, making her feel so very dizzy.
By the time her breathing had evened, she could hear the familiar heavy footsteps, and a small shiver went through her. She stood motionless until he was close enough for the scent of leather and wet hair fill her nostrils before she felt claws gently brushing her cheek.
”What are you doing here, princess?” His voice was a soft growl. “You should... you should not be here at night.”
Anna turned to face him, craning her neck to meet his eyes. “I had to see you,” She whispered. “I.. I couldn’t take it any longer. I’m sorry if I... if I did something wrong.”
The mere thought of the look he had given her made her shiver. Had she angered him? Would he send her away?
His claws brushed her face gently. “Don’t be, princess... you did nothing wrong.”
Anna took a step closer, biting her lip. “Will you hold me?”
Without words, she was enveloped by his strong arms.
**
*ducks* Cause nothing helps writer's block like death threats, right?
