Xanaphia
Biblically Accurate Bitch
- Joined
- Sep 28, 2013
This time the run had not left Althaea winded or sore or barely keeping up with the group. Of course, it was significantly shorter, but that meant everyone was moving faster. Heeding her warning. Still, she managed to keep pace and was only huffing lightly as they entered the cave. Clearly her training among the Vikings was paying off. Perhaps they would make a warrior out of her, if she stayed among them.
Which was why it was likely best that she didn’t. With that thought on her mind, she joined Thorkell on the ground, refusing to shy away from affection. Maybe not kissing him, or anything of the sort, but she did cuddle against him, as she had wanted to do on the ship, and had done more than once when they shared a bed. It was still uncomfortable, in the armor, but the beating of his heart and the rhythm of his breath relaxed her. His heat and his strong arms wrapped around her were all she need to slip from consciousness for a few hours.
A storm battered the beaches and sea before her, as she stood atop a cliff. The storm she saw in her visions, without a doubt. Not a long tempest, but violent in its brevity. There was no crossing as it raged.
Behind, a legion of hopolites pursued, encircling her. Enclosing her. Taking her back to her prison, as Thorkell called it, perhaps? Taking her back home. But, instead of going with them, instead of surrendering, she took the hand of someone beside her, just out of sight and jumped from the cliff, into the raging waters below.
Althaea woke as her dream-self crashed into the waves, gasping for precious air before submerging. But there was no submerging, no pursuit, no cliff and no storm. Just the Vikings, and Thorkell, still asleep. A few were up, already, having completed a cycle or two of rest, and soon the rest would rise. Thorkell’s arm was still around her, still tight. Somewhat possessive, in a way she found she liked.
Despite the comfort of his embrace, the dream left her uneasy. Was this too, something that would come to pass? But why? Why would she flee her home? Why would she flee the safety of Athens? And who was with her, holding her hand as they plunged together into the sea?
The questions and their answers would have to wait, as she noticed Thorkell stirring from his slumber.
Which was why it was likely best that she didn’t. With that thought on her mind, she joined Thorkell on the ground, refusing to shy away from affection. Maybe not kissing him, or anything of the sort, but she did cuddle against him, as she had wanted to do on the ship, and had done more than once when they shared a bed. It was still uncomfortable, in the armor, but the beating of his heart and the rhythm of his breath relaxed her. His heat and his strong arms wrapped around her were all she need to slip from consciousness for a few hours.
A storm battered the beaches and sea before her, as she stood atop a cliff. The storm she saw in her visions, without a doubt. Not a long tempest, but violent in its brevity. There was no crossing as it raged.
Behind, a legion of hopolites pursued, encircling her. Enclosing her. Taking her back to her prison, as Thorkell called it, perhaps? Taking her back home. But, instead of going with them, instead of surrendering, she took the hand of someone beside her, just out of sight and jumped from the cliff, into the raging waters below.
Althaea woke as her dream-self crashed into the waves, gasping for precious air before submerging. But there was no submerging, no pursuit, no cliff and no storm. Just the Vikings, and Thorkell, still asleep. A few were up, already, having completed a cycle or two of rest, and soon the rest would rise. Thorkell’s arm was still around her, still tight. Somewhat possessive, in a way she found she liked.
Despite the comfort of his embrace, the dream left her uneasy. Was this too, something that would come to pass? But why? Why would she flee her home? Why would she flee the safety of Athens? And who was with her, holding her hand as they plunged together into the sea?
The questions and their answers would have to wait, as she noticed Thorkell stirring from his slumber.