Post by Anactoria IV on Oct 28, 2010 0:14:43 GMT -5
The night had been long.
As much as she would have liked to, Anactoria was not strong enough to get Freja all the way to her room alone. Her guards had to carry the taller woman to the inner keep, then to Anactoria's room. Dulcia had done her part, as always, and everything was ready for their arrival.
Freja barely seemed to notice she was home the whole time, even as Anactoria - blushing furiously but determined just the same - undressed her and manged to her her in the tub without drowning them both. She scrubbed Freja's body as they had washed one another a hundred times, and the imperial princess was racked with a new source of guilt. How many times had they been in this very tub, naked and close? Had she been leading the younger woman of for years?
She tried talking to Freja, but response were scatted at best. She soon gave up. She told herslef that she just needed rest. And food.
She dressed Freja in the only outfit she had on hand that would fit her; a light pink, almost see-through, negligee-style, dressing herslef in a far more modest chemise, then tried her best to get at least a few spoonfuls of stew into her cousins mouth, with mixed success. Exhaustion and worry had sapped her strength by then, and she had no choice but to sleep and try to reach Freja again in the morning.
She led the now clean but too-thin Freja to her bed where she held her closer to her chest and sang to her every lullaby they had ever heard growing up, even after the other woman had fallen asleep, she sang on.
So it was no surprise that Anactoria was sleeping still late into the next morning, failing to notice the sunlight streaming in her room from her balcony window. She was still holding Freja's head close to her chest, as if her heartbeat could reach her where Annie's voice had not.
As much as she would have liked to, Anactoria was not strong enough to get Freja all the way to her room alone. Her guards had to carry the taller woman to the inner keep, then to Anactoria's room. Dulcia had done her part, as always, and everything was ready for their arrival.
Freja barely seemed to notice she was home the whole time, even as Anactoria - blushing furiously but determined just the same - undressed her and manged to her her in the tub without drowning them both. She scrubbed Freja's body as they had washed one another a hundred times, and the imperial princess was racked with a new source of guilt. How many times had they been in this very tub, naked and close? Had she been leading the younger woman of for years?
She tried talking to Freja, but response were scatted at best. She soon gave up. She told herslef that she just needed rest. And food.
She dressed Freja in the only outfit she had on hand that would fit her; a light pink, almost see-through, negligee-style, dressing herslef in a far more modest chemise, then tried her best to get at least a few spoonfuls of stew into her cousins mouth, with mixed success. Exhaustion and worry had sapped her strength by then, and she had no choice but to sleep and try to reach Freja again in the morning.
She led the now clean but too-thin Freja to her bed where she held her closer to her chest and sang to her every lullaby they had ever heard growing up, even after the other woman had fallen asleep, she sang on.
So it was no surprise that Anactoria was sleeping still late into the next morning, failing to notice the sunlight streaming in her room from her balcony window. She was still holding Freja's head close to her chest, as if her heartbeat could reach her where Annie's voice had not.
