Ariella had gone back to her normal self once Vilkas put a book in her hand. She was comfortable in doing what she knew and there was nothing wrong with that.
Vilkas also gave her a book on Nordic tombs and drauger. She seemed a bit more comfortable knowing what she would be facing instead of going in blind. They had discussed the topic for a while but the book was short and had been finished quickly.
They had settled into a silence for the last few hours; Vilkas reading one of the books on the Companions and Ariella one on Dragons.
Vilkas was still a little unsettled about what had happened earlier in the night. Yet he was just being selfish in his reasons. The way she missed home make Vilkas sure she was going to leave someday and potentially never come back.
He peered at Ariella quickly before turning his gaze back to his book. She was laying down, book held above her head. Vilkas allowed himself to admit that he liked seeing Ariella on his bed.
As Vilkas kept reading he kept thinking. He wondered if it would be an invasion of privacy if he asked Ariella some questions, he wanted to get to know her better in all honesty.
“Ariella, can I ask you something?” Vilkas stared into his book; he was being a coward. The seconds ticked by painfully as he waited for a response. There was only silence and after a while Vilkas prompted her again, “Ariella?”
When he received no response again he looked over his book and smiled in spite of himself. Her book was resting on her face and her body was relaxed. Vilkas marked his page in the book and set it aside. He searched around a bit for her bookmark but only found a scrap bit of paper. He then carefully picked up her book off her face marking her page and setting it aside.
Vilkas moved carefully and slowly, afraid of waking her. When the book was removed she cringed at the light slightly in her sleep just mumbled something but didn’t wake.
Vilkas was tired now but he couldn’t find it in him to wake her. He decided that nothing would be wrong if he just laid beside her and flattened himself against the wall.
He carefully did just that and as soon as he closed his eyes his wolf wanted other things, primal things. Yet he pushed those thoughts aside and tried to sleep.
He had been just started to lull into his restless sleep his eyes flew wide open and his heart started racing. Ariella had been a tossing from side to side in her sleep a bit yet generally se stayed quite still.
Now however she had rolled into him. It took a moment to register it but she was still asleep. Her face was buried in his side with a hand lightly curling into the fabric of his tunic, right above his now pounding heart.
When Vilkas relaxed again he understood that she was probably cold. Her hands felt cold even through the fabric of his tunic. Vilkas looked down at her and his heart skipped. He didn’t allow himself to admit it but Vilkas definitely wanted more moments like this.
After a moment Vilkas gently pulled his arm from beneath her and wrapped it around her. He then fell to sleep quite qickly.
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timeasmymeasure
Sleepless - Part 18/?
Date: 2013-07-11 04:27 pm (UTC)Vilkas also gave her a book on Nordic tombs and drauger. She seemed a bit more comfortable knowing what she would be facing instead of going in blind. They had discussed the topic for a while but the book was short and had been finished quickly.
They had settled into a silence for the last few hours; Vilkas reading one of the books on the Companions and Ariella one on Dragons.
Vilkas was still a little unsettled about what had happened earlier in the night. Yet he was just being selfish in his reasons. The way she missed home make Vilkas sure she was going to leave someday and potentially never come back.
He peered at Ariella quickly before turning his gaze back to his book. She was laying down, book held above her head. Vilkas allowed himself to admit that he liked seeing Ariella on his bed.
As Vilkas kept reading he kept thinking. He wondered if it would be an invasion of privacy if he asked Ariella some questions, he wanted to get to know her better in all honesty.
“Ariella, can I ask you something?” Vilkas stared into his book; he was being a coward. The seconds ticked by painfully as he waited for a response. There was only silence and after a while Vilkas prompted her again, “Ariella?”
When he received no response again he looked over his book and smiled in spite of himself. Her book was resting on her face and her body was relaxed. Vilkas marked his page in the book and set it aside. He searched around a bit for her bookmark but only found a scrap bit of paper. He then carefully picked up her book off her face marking her page and setting it aside.
Vilkas moved carefully and slowly, afraid of waking her. When the book was removed she cringed at the light slightly in her sleep just mumbled something but didn’t wake.
Vilkas was tired now but he couldn’t find it in him to wake her. He decided that nothing would be wrong if he just laid beside her and flattened himself against the wall.
He carefully did just that and as soon as he closed his eyes his wolf wanted other things, primal things. Yet he pushed those thoughts aside and tried to sleep.
He had been just started to lull into his restless sleep his eyes flew wide open and his heart started racing. Ariella had been a tossing from side to side in her sleep a bit yet generally se stayed quite still.
Now however she had rolled into him. It took a moment to register it but she was still asleep. Her face was buried in his side with a hand lightly curling into the fabric of his tunic, right above his now pounding heart.
When Vilkas relaxed again he understood that she was probably cold. Her hands felt cold even through the fabric of his tunic. Vilkas looked down at her and his heart skipped. He didn’t allow himself to admit it but Vilkas definitely wanted more moments like this.
After a moment Vilkas gently pulled his arm from beneath her and wrapped it around her. He then fell to sleep quite qickly.