|
Post by enchilada on Apr 24, 2019 1:47:57 GMT
Dhaunmyr sat in quiet contemplation as Kara seemed to do the same. Mulling over what he’d said, why he’d said it. She seemed at peace with it, so hopefully she accepted it. And then she seemed super at peace with it. Maybe a little too comfortable for his own liking.
“Boots off first please.” Dhaunmyr rolled his eyes, and put the plates somewhere else — where? He spun around, and eventually elected to stack them on the bedside table. The drawings and tools were put very neatly on the desk, and his clothes? He just swept off the bed with an arm. “Do you want the key?”
He may have seemed joking at first, but Dhaun was completely serious. He’d seen where she was staying. He also really didn’t care what Kara did. There wasn’t anything incriminating, no secret stash of baby organs and Lolth paraphernalia. If he could, he’d get the spare key off of Fae, then Kara could just come over. He felt like they’d had a moment, not unlike when someone first gets into a relationship, but in a platonic way. As if that was a thing. He supposed it was just a more intense and heavy friendship than with Faerveren and Brennip.
“I mean I can go if you want. I actually have some... people... who I was going to... meet... for normal meeting people reasons.” Well that was a lie.
|
|
|
Post by moralhazard on Apr 24, 2019 1:58:55 GMT
Dhaunmyr realized she was half asleep before Kara did. She blinked at him, sleepily, then sat bolt upright, eyes wide with half-panic before she realized – Dhaunmyr wasn’t angry with her, or annoyed. If anything, Kara thought he was – serious? She blinked at him, sleepily rubbing her eyes with the palm of one hand, bringing her fingers down to press lightly against both eyes.
Dhaunmyr genuinely didn’t seem to mind, but Kara felt uncomfortable. “It’s your room,” Kara got up, off the bed. Were her cheeks red again? What was wrong with her today? She looked down at her dirty boots, feeling even worse. “I’ll go,” she mumbled, definitely blushing.
She shouldn’t sleep anyway, Kara told herself, no matter how tired she was. Much better to go and do practice training with her glaive – maybe to have a spar against Rolond. She yawned and covered it with one hand, jaw clicking, and rubbed her eyes again.
|
|
|
Post by enchilada on Apr 24, 2019 2:08:21 GMT
“Kara.” He sounded like a disappointed father, it was just the tone. God only knows where he learnt it from. He folded his arms, leaning on the doorframe. “Whatever you’re off to do, you’re too tired to do it right, my dear. And since it’s my room, I say you can stay. You can come whenever you want. That’s what I am saying about my room.” He smiled. He couldn’t stop her leaving, but he’d have liked her to stay. If only it meant he knew she got a decent bit of rest. He spoke with an air of finality. Someone had to.
“If you do leave, go back to your room and have a nap, okay? Whatever it is, it can wait. I promise you, it’s not as important. I love sleeping, actually. It’s so different to just... resting. I’ll even wake you up if you need me to, so you can get on with your day. But just get some rest, my darling. Please.”
He felt bad watching her blush. He really felt like he pushed her all over with emotions, unnecessarily, too. That was never his intent. He’d much rather that they both spoke completely plainly to each other, and neither ever felt bad. But Kara masked her thoughts with no words, and Dhaunmyr masked his with seventy more. Perhaps they’d meet in the middle sometime.
|
|
|
Post by moralhazard on Apr 24, 2019 2:15:58 GMT
Kara clearly had some familiarity with the disappointed father tone. There was a certain quick guilty look at Dhaunmyr, a slight ducking of the head and turtling of the shoulders, then, since – Dhaunmyr wasn’t actually her father – a brief flash of surprise across Kara’s face. She looked at him for a long moment, then nodded again, this time accepting the offer in the spirit which it was meant – a kindly one.
Kara glanced back at Dhaunmyr’s bed. It wasn’t good to get used to such luxuries; she couldn’t afford them. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept on such a soft bed and… well, it was a long walk back to her inn. Kara swallowed.
Slowly, Kara sat back down on Dhaunmyr’s bed. She reached down to take off her boots. Kara wasn’t the type to shove them on and off her feet; instead, she carefully undid the knots and eased the boots off, wriggling her toes once they were free. The boots were a little small, but after a few days and a few new calluses Kara didn’t notice any more.
She glanced up at Dhaunmyr, then, slowly, eased herself back down onto the cushions. She didn’t stretch out on the bed; instead, she sort of curled up on the edge of it. After another quick glance at Dhaunmyr, as if double-checking he wouldn’t change his mind, Kara’s eyes flickered shut. She couldn’t sleep right away – she almost never could, unless she was injured – but she went into a long series of deep meditative breaths, which were almost always enough relaxation to get her there. It was habit by now, the long, slow breaths which moved her whole body, and soothed out the worries of the day.
Midway through it, this time, Kara was fast asleep.
|
|