StormingNightmare
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- Posted: Mon, 13 Feb 2012 22:28:47 +0000
Kyier lay on his back, his eyes staring up at the ceiling. The deep purple curtain was wrapped around his body, trapping him securely in its grasp. How it even happened, he wasn't all too sure. His head was still spinning slightly. Kyier imagined he must have grabbed the curtain to try and cover himself from the stupid girl's eyes when they refused to stray but then... Ah, yes... That's when the soap he had dropped from his surprise had come into play. The whole damn banister had come down on top of him. Kyier wiggled his shoulders, trying to free himself from the curtain's bind. The water seemed to be evaporating from his skin as soon as it made contact with the fiery Marquess. The girl's high-pitched squeal may have very well caused his ears to start to bleed, and he was forced to listen to it her entire journey down the hall until a loud crash finally silenced it. Kyier rolled his eyes, taking a deep breath. He groaned as he lifted himself from the tub, snatching the towel from the wrack and hastily wrapping it around his thin waist.
Most of him was already dry, but his body still glistened with the wetness of the sweat that his climbing fiery temperature had created. He stepped out into the hall. Elisabeth wasn't at all hard to find. She sat just at the end of the hall, pieces of a shattered vase scattered around her tattered skirt. He sighed, "Stop crying. You're pathetic." he grumbled, rolling his eyes as he approached her. While his one hand secured his towel, the other reached down to lift the girl off the ground. "Go take yourself to the living quarters. I'll start a fire in the hearth, but I would appreciate it if you could manage to take care of yourself for one freaking minute without supervision." he hissed, shaking his head. "I'm going to go put on some clothes. Try to refrain from breaking down my door." he sneered, marching himself right back down the hall which he had come. Kyier heaved sighed as he tossed his towel to the floor. Where the Hell was his mother? If his parents weren't home by now, they must be staying the night somewhere. There weren't fools. Though, at present, the Marquess rather wished they were. Even he had to admit the girl had been through a lot all in one day. Despite the majority of it being her own stupid fault... He finished dressing, pulling the light ruffled blouse over his head. Kyier took one more glance in the mirror before silently cursing himself for what he was about to do...
Kyier stepped into the living quarters where he had left her, surprised to see her still sitting safely upon the couch. "I expected you to be set ablaze or perhaps have a portrait fallen over you by now. Maybe fell through a hole in the flooring that no one else was aware of? Stolen away by the castors in the shadows? ...You know, with how long I left you on your own devices." he drawled, crossing the room to sit with her on the couch. And by "sitting with her" it was actually meant that he sat as far from her on the same sofa as the fixture allowed. He leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees, his head held in between his hands."You are by far the most infuriating person I have ever had the displeasure of coming across." he sighed. His words, though harsh, didn't carry their usual sting behind them. The orange flame reflected softly over the room, providing the atmosphere with a much needed calming effect. Kyier glanced side ways at the girl, noticing the wetness of her dirty cheeks. He closed his eyes and sat back, "Uncle seems to like you, however. At least there's one thing you didn't blow." he mumbled, perhaps his own attempt to cheer her up.
Most of him was already dry, but his body still glistened with the wetness of the sweat that his climbing fiery temperature had created. He stepped out into the hall. Elisabeth wasn't at all hard to find. She sat just at the end of the hall, pieces of a shattered vase scattered around her tattered skirt. He sighed, "Stop crying. You're pathetic." he grumbled, rolling his eyes as he approached her. While his one hand secured his towel, the other reached down to lift the girl off the ground. "Go take yourself to the living quarters. I'll start a fire in the hearth, but I would appreciate it if you could manage to take care of yourself for one freaking minute without supervision." he hissed, shaking his head. "I'm going to go put on some clothes. Try to refrain from breaking down my door." he sneered, marching himself right back down the hall which he had come. Kyier heaved sighed as he tossed his towel to the floor. Where the Hell was his mother? If his parents weren't home by now, they must be staying the night somewhere. There weren't fools. Though, at present, the Marquess rather wished they were. Even he had to admit the girl had been through a lot all in one day. Despite the majority of it being her own stupid fault... He finished dressing, pulling the light ruffled blouse over his head. Kyier took one more glance in the mirror before silently cursing himself for what he was about to do...
Kyier stepped into the living quarters where he had left her, surprised to see her still sitting safely upon the couch. "I expected you to be set ablaze or perhaps have a portrait fallen over you by now. Maybe fell through a hole in the flooring that no one else was aware of? Stolen away by the castors in the shadows? ...You know, with how long I left you on your own devices." he drawled, crossing the room to sit with her on the couch. And by "sitting with her" it was actually meant that he sat as far from her on the same sofa as the fixture allowed. He leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees, his head held in between his hands."You are by far the most infuriating person I have ever had the displeasure of coming across." he sighed. His words, though harsh, didn't carry their usual sting behind them. The orange flame reflected softly over the room, providing the atmosphere with a much needed calming effect. Kyier glanced side ways at the girl, noticing the wetness of her dirty cheeks. He closed his eyes and sat back, "Uncle seems to like you, however. At least there's one thing you didn't blow." he mumbled, perhaps his own attempt to cheer her up.