Florence laughed at his response. Both his statements were true, seeing as she was technically smaller than him and she couldn’t help whether or not he saw her as a queen. She did find it sweet that he held onto that sentiment for this long. It was probably a good thing, considering her son’s predicament. He needed anyone in his corner that he could get. And for someone as influential and helpful as Nicolai, that was doubly so. It gave her hope for the future. If he who they had driven away could come back and see the boy as a potential king, given all his teenage faults, then anyone could. Plus, people tended to like an underdog. A child driven from his home to foreign lands counted as such, at least as far as Florence was concerned.
A wave of relief hit her as he announced he did not want to see right then and there. It gave her a valid reason to push it off till later like she had wanted, but she did choose to warn him about such a time. [+mediumseagreen “Alright, but you are not allowed to gawk later, you hear me?”] It was a lighthearted sentiment. Florence would not actually be mad if later he chose to dwell on the significant marring of her skin, but she hoped that he might not. She did not want any more attention there than there had to be.
His comment asking her to avoid future mishaps with arrows caused her to laugh again. [+mediumseagreen “I will try my best, as I do rather like this teasing of yours.”] It forced her to compare him to Augustus, but that was not a bad thing. Truly, if her life had been different, and she had not been so repulsed by intimacy in her formative years, it was likely they would have been together. But that was not how things were and she currently could not see her childhood friend as a partner. Nicolai was his own person and she was very glad for that, especially when his lips came crashing against hers so passionately.
The dark-haired woman reciprocated his kiss with equally as much desire. Lying at his side once more, she felt there was less chance that things might develop too quickly for her. It was an issue that hadn’t been at the forefront of her mind, but still she was able to relax that little bit more as she indulged in his lips. The kiss went on for some time before she was forced to pull back. Her need for air just barely outweighed her want for him.
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Montserrat][Montserrat Nicolai noticed her small and subtle movements, the way she curled into his hand or brushed up more against his thigh. It was leaving him a little flustered so much so that when she mentioned she was his he did flush terribly. Hopefully being in the shade away from the fire would hide it some and he smiled softly.[+royalblue “You are still Queen in my eyes, and you are smaller than me, so they still stand.”] Whilst it sounded a little too sweet and perhaps sickly, he meant it in a serious manner. If Augustine was his Prince, then Florence was still his Queen. It was something he had always considered and was a large part of him agreeing to join them heading south. If he didn't place them in their familiar titles, perhaps he would have left them be, returned south on his own and perhaps Vincent would be content to just let him live quietly with Helga. Hypothetical but possible.
Regardless he was drawn back to her by her rosy cheeks and gentle smile, her words skittish and a little demure as she pressed her hand atop his. For a time he was quiet, only a few seconds, as he mulled over what he wanted right then and there. Whilst yes his curiosity to see the wound was there he felt like it was a touch hypocritical of him to ask. He was just as badly scared and kept it covered up under his shirt and she had not sought them out. He shook his head lightly as he looked down on her, easing himself to her side so that he wasn't suspended above her any more.[+royalblue “I don't need to see it Florence. It's just another story in your hero's tale that still has a few chapters to go.”] Even drunken Nicolai thought that was disastrously cheesy but he grinned and shook his head lightly.[+royalblue “Just try to avoid any more of those arrows please – I rather like both of my arms. They are rather useful in teasing you.”] He squeezed her side softly at that, leaning down to press his lips to hers once more, lowering his body to lay beside hers and his arm swept under her head to hold her close. He wasn't looking to press his advantage or move to that next step in their coupling, though his lips sent a rather different message in how passionate that kiss was.
[+mediumseagreen “Well it certainly isn’t a bad thing.”] She smiled brightly up at him as he pulled back just enough to where he wasn’t squishing her. [+mediumseagreen “I would rather not feel like I am going to break you.”] Florence was for the most part joking, but it was something she did think about considering she was not a small woman herself. His following comment was taken in much the same way that hers had been. It was a compliment, at least she would take it that way, but the implication was that she looked rough. But she already knew that much about herself. It was tempting to make this a back-and-forth sort of teasing, but then she felt his leg brush higher against hers and the woman lost that train of thought entirely. She was filled with a nervous excitement, one she hadn’t felt this strongly in ages. It brought an airy sigh from her lips, a silent breath that consisted of warmth more than anything else.
Eyes falling down to watch his hand as it slowly slipped up her torso she shifted slightly beneath him. It was a subtle movement. The only thing it accomplished was pressing her body just the tiniest bit tighter to his palm. And strangely enough she did not stop when his hand came to rest on the place her scar resided. Her gaze stayed trained on that spot until he spoke and she ran it back up him to meet his eyes. [+mediumseagreen “I haven’t been a queen in a very long time.”] The smile on her face would tell him she had very little problem with that. While she was pissed as can be at Vincent and the likes for what they did, it was never really a title she wanted, so being separated from it did not dispirit her any. [+mediumseagreen “Nor am a little, but I do suppose half of that statement is correct. I am still a warrior… and I am yours.”] Face heating ever so slightly, for once she did not shy away. Florence continued to smile up at the elf despite her reddening features. Though another thought did come to mind as his hand continued to sit at her side.
[+mediumseagreen “Would you like to see it?”] She placed a hand atop of his to solidify what she meant by her question. Honestly, she wanted to avoid this moment. Florence did not want him to see the glaring imperfection on her body, but she also did not want to push it off so long that it interrupted their first time together, as it was unlikely Nicolai would leave it be. He would have something to say, though she sure it would be kind. So, the woman felt the need to try and get it over and done with now when she was still feeling the effect of the alcohol in her blood.
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Montserrat][Montserrat Seeing her brow furrow he knew he had once again put his foot in the proverbial. He often complained that she would say the wrong thing at the right time, but here he was doing the exact same. Her apology only compounded his self-hatred and he listened to her trying to tell him that she was happy but he felt near the opposite.[+royalblue “Hush you silly woman, I didn't mean it in a bad light. It's just this is so perfect, you are so perfect, I almost want you to pinch me..”] His hand brushed her hair behind her ear though she quickly moved her hands down from his head and seemed to grapple him. He let out a laugh as he was pulled down atop her, quickly moving his arms so he could again suspend himself above her and loving how her light laughter resonated.
Her words were so sweet but he looked at he as if momentarily angered before his face softened and he joined in with her gentle laughs and delicate smile.[+royalblue “You have insulted me but made it sound like a good thing.”] He understood that sturdy was not often a bad thing, it meant he was not weak or fragile, but given her light 'oof' he knew she was calling him heavy. Still he did not seem to mind as he flexed just a little as if to show off to her, his modest muscles along his arms a little more defined though not for long as his muddled mind couldn't keep focus too long. He smiled as he leaned down to kiss her lips one quick time,[+royalblue “I like it though. You are softer than you look.”] He replied with a teasing wink, his leg between hers rising a little to graze in a sultry manner against her smooth skin. He placed his weight to one forearm so that he freed up his right hand, using it to grasp her hip and sliding it up slowly but stopping below her left bread, his palm held still as if he were feeling under the light clothing and the scar that sat there.[+royalblue “My little warrior queen.”] He commented a little more softly, proud and delighted at the same time to have her still here.
Somewhat put out that her heartfelt request was completely and utterly ignored; Florence tried her best not to give him the satisfaction of knowing how nice his kisses and breath felt on her lower neck. This went on until put a little more vigor behind her guiding. However, this enthusiasm was met with his soft exclamation of pain. She loosened her grip after that, feeling the tiniest bit bad for hurting him, but satisfied to have finally gotten what she wanted.
This round was more what she was looking for when she first kissed him, a long, mainly uninterrupted session of simply enjoying one another. It had been so long since she last experienced anything even remotely like this that it filled her with that little extra bit of excitement and kept her wanting more right up until they parted. At that point she was rather out of breath, but satisfied. Well, until he made his comment.
Brow furrowing, Florence looked up at him. She felt the need to apologize and acted on the urge. [+mediumseagreen “I am sorry.”] This was yet another reminder that while she really was coming to like him and desire his attention in this sort of way, the woman had not been expressing it clearly. She thought that disconnect was probably why this moment almost seemed like a dream, or some other fabrication of the mind. Wanting to try and clear that up, she brought both hands up to hold either side of his face. [+mediumseagreen “It’s not though, this is really happening and I am really happy.”] Confident that he was hearing her out, her hands came off his face and wrapped around him in an embrace. This pulled him off his balance and on top of her, which was not the intended effect. Letting out a light ‘oof’ sound at the unexpected pressure, it wasn’t long until he pushed back up to hold his weight and she was left chuckling at the silliness she had caused. Her smile persisted through her next words. [+mediumseagreen “You are sturdier than you look.”] Aka, heavier, though being close enough to hold him while he was so ‘scantily’ clad, she had also taken notice of how toned he was. Had she not already been indulging in other ways she definitely would have been ogling that aspect of him, though there would be plenty of time for that later she was sure.
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Montserrat][Montserrat Her comment brought a smile to his lips as he kissed down and upon the nape of her neck, careful not to leave any tell tale mark lest Flora see it and she become frighteningly giddy at the story behind them. The girl was sweet but she was perhaps wrapping herself up in their relationship a little too much. Either way, thoughts purely on the woman below him he squeezed her ever so gently into him though he felt her hands pulling his head back up. He teased her by merely switching sides, kissing along the other side of her neck though it seemed this rather pushed her past tolerance.
Perhaps the alcohol was working its effect now but her hand all but pulled his hair, head and lips coming with lest she tear any out and a muffled 'ow' was all he could manage before his lips were back on hers. It was much better, warmer, and he felt his chest constrict a little as his eyes closed back over. It was peculiar to just relax and enjoy this moment with her. Like her, he secretly feared someone walking in on them or having to quickly end and feign sleep as if what they were doing was something wrong. It oddly felt a little wrong. Not as if he were taking advantage of her, or visa versa, but that after all this time this just seemed.. odd. More dreamlike in a way. To be in his bed with the woman he had desired for so many years was unique in its own right, but to actively be making out with her was something more. After a few minutes of them kissing, ranging from long and passionate embraces to shorter, quicker kisses, he pulled back once more, looking down at her as his eyes opened.[+royalblue “This seems.. too good to be true.”] He said softly, a little breathless, his hand coming back from around her and brushing at her hair though it wasn't in the way, he just felt like doing so.
His mention of her father brought a smile to her face. That time may not have been the best for them, but it was still sort of humorous to think of how Gregory used to intervene so readily. His motivations made sense, however at the time there was no way for Nicolai to know that. He didn’t even know the dwarf was her father yet. He was just an overly nosy old man. The whole thing was funny to her, but for what was probably the first time that night she did not laugh. His comment of his willingness to fight for her in that way was sweetly endearing. This charm was part of the reason she started kissing him in the first place.
The small, excited sound Nicolai let out made her heart flutter. It was encouraging to know he was enjoying this as much as she was. The kiss was not as tame as the ones they usually shared. It added an extra layer to the excitement, but so did the change in their positioning. Florence had no objection to being moved about. It was more comfortable, albeit a little more provocative. Though that did not bother her at this particular time. She was rather absorbed. The only thing that brought her out of that captivation was the elf pulling back. While it was true she needed to catch her breath; she wasn’t ready to be done, so a tinge of disappointment hit her eyes as they opened back up to look at the man above her. Luckily, his comment saved him from any complaint, along with his additional kisses away from her mouth. She purred happily at these. [+mediumseagreen “I am glad you think so. Wouldn’t want you bored with me.”] Her legs teasingly squeezed at his as she spoke. Florence was rather certain it was actually him who was the good kisser, seeing as this was quickly becoming one of her favorite kisses to date. [+mediumseagreen “Now get back here, I wasn’t done.”] As demanding as that could have been, the woman spoke it so softly that it was more tender in implication. As she announced her feelings on the matter, the hand she had on his back slithered up to his head where she attempted to gently direct him back to her. As wonderful as those lips felt grazing her skin, she wanted them kissing her properly. [+mediumseagreen “Please.”] Florence added this formality quietly. She wasn’t quite begging, but asking politely.
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Montserrat][Montserrat With the fire behind him her face was cast in a myriad of of shadows or the gentle flickers of the flame. It struck her beautiful eyes at times and he only shook his head lightly at her belief this may be the last time they would be able to just be together with one another.[+royalblue “Regardless what Helga says, she can't stop us from being together like this. I fought off your father, that stubborn little dwarf, I can fight off another for your time.”] He made light of the situation but he was genuinely honest that they wouldn't be parted so easily. The elder woman could huff and she could chew off his ear about how she did not like it but given neither of these drunken children had had successful marriages before, that did not mean they would rush to the altar to appease her. Any thoughts of the arguments to come were pushed aside however as she leaned across and not soon after pressed those full lips to his own. It was delightful to say the least but as he thought it might end so only wrapped an arm about his back and he let out a hum of innocent glee. His own hand dropped from her face, brushing over her neck and her shoulder before curling around her back. Holding her chest to his he leaned her back whilst holding the kiss, holding his weight off her but keeping him close and enjoying the warmth she gave him. His leg lifted up and much like how they had awoken the other morning it looped between her own. He eased from the kiss for a moment, ostensibly to gain a breath though he used it to speak;[+royalblue “You are quite the kisser..”] He commented with a grin leaning down to place light kisses against her cheek and her jawline, a hum of laughter as he did.
After having it blatantly pointed out to her like that, Florence saw his point. But given the light nature of his words as well as hers, she only smiled to him from the spot she’d claimed in his bed. It was a bit surprising when he turned away to the fire. Obviously, she was not [i that] tempting if the could resist her to stoke the fire with another log. That only prolonged the inevitable though, and the elf soon returned to her, meeting her in the middle of the expansive bed. As he closed the distance and scooted down so that she was actually lying amongst the pillows and not just sitting by then. It was comfortable, even with him looking down on her from his elbow perch.
The woman had to think about his question a moment, his touch on her face was distracting and she was already having a hard enough time focusing through the alcohol. But as always, she managed. [+mediumseagreen “Well worth the wait, I assure you.”] She was leaning into his hand as she answered. [+mediumseagreen “I would be more than happy to make a habit of it, but I fear we won’t be able to get away with that much.”] Florence laughed lightly. Yes, tonight might be the only time they would be able to enjoy this privilege. So, with that said, she thought it would be nice to make the most of it. Rolling so that she too was facing her partner, the movement brought them close enough to be touching, but that was partially the point. Looking up at him, a warm smile played at the corner of her lips. The smile persisted even as she moved forward to kiss him. More than a quick peck, the woman brought an arm around him to pull Nicolai that tiny bit closer. Bodies practically flush, she was not looking to go very far with this, she just wanted to properly cuddle and kiss him without the looming fear of someone walking in that usually occupied the back of her mind. She was relaxed, she was giddy, and for once she wanted to successfully make out with her boyfriend.
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Montserrat][Montserrat Glad to hear such a humorous remark – having seen how her cheeks flushed so sweetly once more – he nodded and finished undressing. He did pause as the tunic came off, leaving him in a thin and loose under shirt. A hand went to his back, squeezing lightly as he seized up just a little. Between the scar tissue and his age he was getting stiff at times and it could sometimes leave his back tight. He sighed softly as he looked back to her, seeing she had already made herself quite at home in the middle of [i his] bed.[+royalblue “You tell me I'm tempting and yet you're now in my bed and coaxing me to you? Hmm. Interesting.”] He commented with a small smile before he glanced to the fireplace.
Seeing it was waning he thought to add more wood, moving over to grab a small split log and nestle it into the flames, waiting to make sure it wouldn't slip or fall free before turning back. Heading over to the bed once more he smiled seeing her nestle herself amongst the pillows and pulled back the covers to slip in beside her slowly, having to move across on his knees to reach her before laying down. Sometimes bigger beds just meant more space and for this duo that was not really required. He moved over next to her though he propped himself up on an elbow and leaned across to brush his hands along her cheek softly.[+royalblue “So, how does it feel to finally be in Nicolai Windsor's bed? Is it everything you imagined it would be?”] He asked with a bashful smile as his violet eyes made no secret of looking over her figure. It was not one of pure lust, more appreciation, but in his drunken manner it could be seen as the former.
Florence smiled brightly back. [+mediumseagreen “I think that is fair.”] Though she could probably complain and say she didn’t think it was a silly question, the woman didn’t care to toss this back and forth. It was not important. What was important was he kiss that came after as well as his comment. She nodded along, while unable to put her finger on exactly why it was the case, the Astorian woman agreed that wrong was the right word for it. It might have just been that she preferred it this way, but more likely it was the continuity of the night.
He mentioned not standing anymore and suddenly she was wholeheartedly agreeing. So focused on not spilling her water and getting it down, she hadn’t realized how exhausted her body was. Sure, her mind was still up, but her legs were not having it. And so she made her way over to the side of the bed opposite of Nicolai, setting what remained of her water on the nightstand. Like him, she began to disrobe, planning to be in the same state as the other night with her undershirt acting as pajamas. He, on the other hand, felt the need to tease, not that that was a bad thing. She smiled at the mention that they were even for now. Though his offer for her to watch him undress got to her and lit her face up a pretty shade of pink again. It took a moment to regain any semblance of composure, but when she did Florence opted to poke back. She did so as she was pulling off her over shirt. [+mediumseagreen “Don’t tempt me, not after you spent all that time convincing Helga to trust you. You get any more provocatively tempting and I won’t be able to resist.”] Once the article of clothing was over her head, she looked over to him mischievously. Her eyes were missing that glint of truth they might have had if she was being serious. On top of that she ended up chuckling again, so there was really no backing to her pseudo-threat.
Pants off as well, poorly folded and set to the side; she did not bother with her normal routine of keeping everything close. Florence felt secure here, so it did not bother her so much as she crawled eagerly into bed. She did not stop until she was rather close to the center of the large mattress. There she snuggled into place beneath the blanket and patted the spot next to her so that he might come meet her there.
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Montserrat][Montserrat Nicolai rolled his eyes at her first comment, tongue poking out for a moment before he lifted his cup to drink. He smiled however when she made mention of waking up next to him and nodded in agreement. He didn't want to rehash an old argument, or rather a misunderstanding, but he felt it would be good to wake up and feel safe and secure beside her.[+royalblue “I promise not to storm out this time, though I reserve the right to verbally cuss you out if you ask silly questions again.”] His more serious tone couldn't hold, already grinning by the end and he helped her to pour out some more water. He topped up his own cup and left the jar back on the table.
His hand lingered nearby for a moment, eyeing the drawing and his head dropped for a second or two before her final statement. Nicolai looked back over to her and seeing the darker shade to her cheeks he moved over to her, free hand taking hers before leaning in and stealing a quick kiss.[+royalblue “I'm glad I can stay with you. Feels like if you weren't here tonight, it would just be.. wrong.”] It was a little struggle to pull away from looking at her full lips but the sight of her bright eyes, a darker jade than their usual emerald in the dull firelight, more than made up for the switch. He watched her quietly for a little time stroking his thumb across the backs of her fingers idly.[+royalblue “Come on,”] he squeezed her fingers a little as his hand slipped free,[+royalblue “I'm still heavily drunk and I don't think I can stay standing for much longer.”] A coy smirk tugged his lips as he slipped away from her, off to the drawers to grab his sword before moving around the bed.
On each side of the bed were small tables, each adorned with an unlit candle in its holder. This is where he placed down his sword and his cup, sitting down to work at his boots and unbind them before slipping them off with a dull thud onto a fur, a soft sigh of delight leaving his lips. He stood up then and began working at his belt buckle though as he got it unlooped he paused and looked back over his shoulder to her.[+royalblue “Oh, and we're even on the arse grabbing. I got you, you got me.. though, of course, feel free to watch dear. Looking is free.”] He suppressed a chuckle very well given his childish drunken humour as he removed his pants to get ready for sleep.
Thankfully Nicolai was allowed passage, and it was for more than to tell her he would be put out for the night. Florence might have had a fit if that were the case. At the very least she would have tried to go with him, but from the sound of what he said earlier, he might not have gone along with it. After a moment he explained vaguely what the two of them had talked about and how Helga did not much care for alcohol. [+mediumseagreen “I noticed that much.”] She figures that out seven years ago when Nicolai had been banished from the farmhouse for drinking his sorrows away after the first rejection. People didn’t exactly shine their brightest when they were inebriated, so in a way she understood.
When he explained further his argument, the green-eyes woman smiled. [+mediumseagreen “Then I am glad you have proven reputable enough for her to believe you in you.”] Florence knew he had the tendency to go through ups and downs, but in least in that sort of integrity, the man stood firm. It was nice to think about, though she frowned a bit at his mention of losing his morning. [+mediumseagreen “Well, I hope she does not intend to steal you from me too terribly early. I would like to be able to enjoy waking up next to you this time.”] Perhaps it was not the best to bring up the last time, but she truly meant nothing by it. She just longed to cuddle properly.
Coaxing her in, she took the cup from his outstretched hand and sipped off of it. She was not much in the mood for drinking something as plain as water. Not after all the fun of booze, however, she kept at it until she finished the glass. He was right; this was necessary if she did not want to completely hate herself in the morning. Though, at this point she didn’t think it was entirely avoidable. Coming in again to fill her drink one last time, Florence drank this one slightly slower, opting to speak in between. [+mediumseagreen “I really am glad you were able to convince her.”] Her green eyes stared into the clear water in her cup. There was a light dusting of color to her face. She had said plenty of embarrassing things this night, but for some reason that was the one that brought color to her cheeks.
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Montserrat][Montserrat It was a good five minutes of her being left alone, hushed voices outside the door rising and falling though if she had listened she would hear Nicolai speaking much more than the elder resident. Clearly he making a case for something or offering reasons why X meant Y. It was a difficult task trying to convince her of their pure intentions, two drunk adults sneaking into his room was not exactly a most pure thing to behold. After five minutes however the door opened, a retreating Helga moving back to her own room and Nicolai stepping inside carrying a clay jar in his hand. He let out a rather deep breath as he closed the door softly behind him. Seeing her illuminated by the glow of the fire and the lantern left on the drawers he nodded a small greeting to her and brushed his free hand up through his hair, walking across to the table to ease down the jar filled with fresh water. He took a moment to himself to just ease down and relax some.
[+royalblue “Sorry, she just.. she doesn't like alcohol.”] It was a simple thing to say and a reasonable thing to dislike, but it still sounded silly to say as he turned to face her.[+royalblue “She was worried for you, so she says. Doesn't trust drunk men around women.. and I don't blame her, except I had to convince her two things; I've never once given off the idea that I'd ever take advantage or press myself on a woman, and that our relationship wasn't yet at that stage.”] He had sobered up a little from that talk but his words were still very slow and carefully spoken.[+royalblue “I told her we had talked about my family.. that kind of got her to shut up, though I have to tell her tomorrow about everything that happened since we left her farm. So there goes my morning.”] He was a touch sulking as he moved back over to the dresser and retrieved two small cups from a silver platter, walking back to the table again to fill them with the fresh water.[+royalblue “Come on, this will lessen your hangover tomorrow.”] He commented as he held one of them out to her, a flick of his head indicating for her to come closer to collect it.
This mission of theirs had been going so well, but when it seemed they were in the final stretch, they failed in the worst way possible. Florence didn’t see the old woman, so when Nicolai yelped, she nearly jumped out of her skin. It didn’t help that he pushed her out of the way. With a reaction like that she might think they were being attacked, but Helga’s voice soon clued her into what was going on. From her tone alone, the drunken woman could tell she was not happy. But still, she peaked around Nicolai to have a look. Nope, she did not look happy either, not unless you counted slap-happy. She kept on smacking the elf. With her height it was a wonder how she reached, a terribly funny thought to Florence at the moment, but she held it in, knowing they were in enough trouble already. She was basically just waiting for their sentencing now. The man between them seemed to think it would be having to sleep outside, though he made a case for her, as though her drunkenness was somehow less damning.
Then came the rather strong implication of what Helga thought they would be up to if she happened to let them pass into the bedroom. It was a pretty fair assumption; the only miscalculation was that Florence was a part of the equation, though with the state she was in perhaps not as much so as usual. Still, she felt the need to make a case for them. Luckily for everyone, Nicolai ushered her on through the door before she could babble to Helga that she hadn’t slept with anyone since her husband’s passing and that she needn’t worry because they were going to wait until they both really loved each other... No doubt the chaste old woman wouldn’t have believed that embarrassing mess either, nor would she care since there was no mention of marriage it.
Stuck inside on her own, she was a little irritated not to have gotten her two cents in. Though it did not really last as Florence stared at the door. She hadn’t wanted to be separated, so after the displeasure subsided she was left like sad puppy waiting for someone to come get her. That was until she remembered she was rather interested in getting in this room to nose about. Turning away, the first thing she did was go to the fire. It was dwindling, but after the fuss of climbing all those stairs and no longer having to fight off the cold night air, she was pretty comfortable. They wouldn’t need it to sleep… if they even got to sleep in here. Seemed to her Nicolai was in for a losing battle, but she could be wrong. He might have had more leeway with Helga than she thought.
After watching the fire for a minute, the woman moved on. She looked at all the items on the table, noting the green children’s toys and the picture of Natalya. She assumed most the things set out here must have held deep significance for the elf since she knew these items did. Perhaps she would ask about some of the others later, for now her attention span was very short and she was off to get into whatever else she could find. First that meant looking to see where the doors led, but it was just out to the cold so she had no interest in that for the time being. If she hadn’t been quite so drunk she would have appreciated the view, but for now she was still determined to look around, waiting for her beau to finish up outside. She did really hope he might be allowed to join her. They were not children, after all.
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