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- Multiple posts per week
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While Chaol might have been oblivious to how close the two were sitting, Elora became very much aware. The gentle pressure of his arm against her own, the inhuman feeling of coldness that came from his head being so close to her own. The gentle breathing he exhaled as they sat there, reading the passage on her phone. It took everything in Elora to not glance in his direction, to not turn her head or scoot away. In some weird sense, it seemed the man was at peace reading about himself in such a manner. As if he was proud to be called a monster, a murderer…it spoke of his character then. His mind sent.
It had Elora wondering if she was as safe as she foolishly assumed.
Though, she could feel the energy shift the further the read and got into the life of his beloved wife. Could feel the anger radiating off of him at the assumption that she was forced into marriage with a monster. Having no free will or choice in the matter. That anger was only more evident as he plucked the phone from her hand—the woman worried that he was about to smash it in his grip. "Oh, be careful work that—it's pretty fragile if you squeeze it too hard."
Turning her head, and body to look at him now—Elora watched with concern for her phone as his face began to shift. Disbelief hurt, and rage seemed to consume the man. If she wanted to stop the reign of terror she could see unfolding behind his eyes she needed to act quickly—thankfully she had just the solution.
And lucky for her, Chaol wasn't too far gone from her reach. Was not yet too consumed by his grief to not be able to hear her words.
As they entered the room and his eyes found the prized portrait he had longed for, had been desperately wanting to see—those harsh, ugly feelings quickly faded. Left standing was a man, a former shell of himself stepping into the light. Speaking freely of the grief they had been consuming him. Speaking lovingly of the wife that had been left behind. Suddenly the air in the home seemed easier to breathe in, not as suffocating. Not as dark as it had been hours ago.
Elora stood in silence by the door, hearing his whispers of love. The truth that lies behind lies on the internet of his care for the princess. Trailing her eyes from Chaols back and to the picture—taking in the look of pure joy on their faces. Elora couldn't help…but agree that the princess was there on her own free will. That she loved this man as deeply as he loved her. The wrinkle in her nose, the light in her eyes…it all spoke of the love the two had once shared—even if he was and still is the monster he claims to be.
"I believe you." Elora murmured, her voice barely a whisper as if she did not want to steal this moment from Chaol.
Then, that moment came as gone. The man returning to the stoic beast she knew. This time demanding she hangs his portrait back up in his office where it rightly belonged.
Wait…
Her Office!
At first, she began to protest, but then a look of offense fall on her face as he claimed the picture was carelessly tossed aside.
"Excuse you!" Elora started, a slender finger pointing at his beloved portrait now. "It was most definitely not just tossed aside. I even ordered it a new picture frame and everything! It's just not here yet." Huffing the woman moved to cross her arms, her annoyance clearly written on that slender face of hers.
After a few passing beats, she uncrossed her arms, taking a moment to composure herself.
Compromise.
Half way happy.
If allowing the picture back in their office would make him happy. It was something she was willing to do. Besides, she couldn't argue that it wouldn't look beautiful in there with the other artworks—she would just have to move the other painting first—find a new home for it.
"I will do it tomorrow morning. It's getting late." Elora explained. "I might have a spare shirt and pants you can borrow if you want to take a bath. As…." A pause as Elora glanced the man up and down, a tight smile forming on her face at what he wore. "As nice as that outfit is. I'm sure something new and clean will feel much better. I can show you how to run the shower too if you'd like to clean up after being…stuck for so long."
It had Elora wondering if she was as safe as she foolishly assumed.
Though, she could feel the energy shift the further the read and got into the life of his beloved wife. Could feel the anger radiating off of him at the assumption that she was forced into marriage with a monster. Having no free will or choice in the matter. That anger was only more evident as he plucked the phone from her hand—the woman worried that he was about to smash it in his grip. "Oh, be careful work that—it's pretty fragile if you squeeze it too hard."
Turning her head, and body to look at him now—Elora watched with concern for her phone as his face began to shift. Disbelief hurt, and rage seemed to consume the man. If she wanted to stop the reign of terror she could see unfolding behind his eyes she needed to act quickly—thankfully she had just the solution.
And lucky for her, Chaol wasn't too far gone from her reach. Was not yet too consumed by his grief to not be able to hear her words.
As they entered the room and his eyes found the prized portrait he had longed for, had been desperately wanting to see—those harsh, ugly feelings quickly faded. Left standing was a man, a former shell of himself stepping into the light. Speaking freely of the grief they had been consuming him. Speaking lovingly of the wife that had been left behind. Suddenly the air in the home seemed easier to breathe in, not as suffocating. Not as dark as it had been hours ago.
Elora stood in silence by the door, hearing his whispers of love. The truth that lies behind lies on the internet of his care for the princess. Trailing her eyes from Chaols back and to the picture—taking in the look of pure joy on their faces. Elora couldn't help…but agree that the princess was there on her own free will. That she loved this man as deeply as he loved her. The wrinkle in her nose, the light in her eyes…it all spoke of the love the two had once shared—even if he was and still is the monster he claims to be.
"I believe you." Elora murmured, her voice barely a whisper as if she did not want to steal this moment from Chaol.
Then, that moment came as gone. The man returning to the stoic beast she knew. This time demanding she hangs his portrait back up in his office where it rightly belonged.
Wait…
Her Office!
At first, she began to protest, but then a look of offense fall on her face as he claimed the picture was carelessly tossed aside.
"Excuse you!" Elora started, a slender finger pointing at his beloved portrait now. "It was most definitely not just tossed aside. I even ordered it a new picture frame and everything! It's just not here yet." Huffing the woman moved to cross her arms, her annoyance clearly written on that slender face of hers.
After a few passing beats, she uncrossed her arms, taking a moment to composure herself.
Compromise.
Half way happy.
If allowing the picture back in their office would make him happy. It was something she was willing to do. Besides, she couldn't argue that it wouldn't look beautiful in there with the other artworks—she would just have to move the other painting first—find a new home for it.
"I will do it tomorrow morning. It's getting late." Elora explained. "I might have a spare shirt and pants you can borrow if you want to take a bath. As…." A pause as Elora glanced the man up and down, a tight smile forming on her face at what he wore. "As nice as that outfit is. I'm sure something new and clean will feel much better. I can show you how to run the shower too if you'd like to clean up after being…stuck for so long."