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She firmly decided, in that moment, that she hated horses.
And rain.
And Greece.
It was an easy conclusion to come up with. Since the boat had finally landed on the shores of Persephone’s home, all three had been a menace to her happiness. All she wanted to do was be warm and dry and with Dima. And it didn’t help that they had been riding most of the day in the rain, which soaked her only chiton through to the skin. This was worse than any boat ride, she told him quietly as they rode, unsure what the rest would really think of her now that they were on land.
She had been thrilled when the house in question finally came into view, although that was quickly quieted as soon as they were told to manage the horses. Olena stepped away from them, scrunching her nose at the smell. And the big one seemed to be giving her the same look, as if he didn’t like her scent either. She felt the need to stick her tongue out at it, the childish action caught by Dima, but he seemed too busy to do anything about it. Following him into the stables, Olena was glad to at least get a chance to dry.
”I do not think I will ever be warm again.” She told him as he worked with one of the horses, allowing herself the freedom to rummage around the room for something to dry herself off with. It was surprising to have a stable hand offer her a cloth, which she took with a soft thanks before attacking her hair. ”How have you survived in this place this long? The rain seems to be colder than it was at home.” it was a silly comment, but it didn’t make it feel any less true. ”I do not think I want to stay here.” She said to Dima, her eyes trained on his figure as he worked with the horses.
”Are you set on staying? Or can we go someplace else? Maybe warmer? Like Egypt?” She had spent time in Egypt when she was young and found herself preferring the constant heat to this kind of cold. ”We’d be warm. And we can be naked without people judging us. Although you’d have to lose the hair, which is my favorite thing about you. So we will have to think of another plan.”
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She firmly decided, in that moment, that she hated horses.
And rain.
And Greece.
It was an easy conclusion to come up with. Since the boat had finally landed on the shores of Persephone’s home, all three had been a menace to her happiness. All she wanted to do was be warm and dry and with Dima. And it didn’t help that they had been riding most of the day in the rain, which soaked her only chiton through to the skin. This was worse than any boat ride, she told him quietly as they rode, unsure what the rest would really think of her now that they were on land.
She had been thrilled when the house in question finally came into view, although that was quickly quieted as soon as they were told to manage the horses. Olena stepped away from them, scrunching her nose at the smell. And the big one seemed to be giving her the same look, as if he didn’t like her scent either. She felt the need to stick her tongue out at it, the childish action caught by Dima, but he seemed too busy to do anything about it. Following him into the stables, Olena was glad to at least get a chance to dry.
”I do not think I will ever be warm again.” She told him as he worked with one of the horses, allowing herself the freedom to rummage around the room for something to dry herself off with. It was surprising to have a stable hand offer her a cloth, which she took with a soft thanks before attacking her hair. ”How have you survived in this place this long? The rain seems to be colder than it was at home.” it was a silly comment, but it didn’t make it feel any less true. ”I do not think I want to stay here.” She said to Dima, her eyes trained on his figure as he worked with the horses.
”Are you set on staying? Or can we go someplace else? Maybe warmer? Like Egypt?” She had spent time in Egypt when she was young and found herself preferring the constant heat to this kind of cold. ”We’d be warm. And we can be naked without people judging us. Although you’d have to lose the hair, which is my favorite thing about you. So we will have to think of another plan.”
She firmly decided, in that moment, that she hated horses.
And rain.
And Greece.
It was an easy conclusion to come up with. Since the boat had finally landed on the shores of Persephone’s home, all three had been a menace to her happiness. All she wanted to do was be warm and dry and with Dima. And it didn’t help that they had been riding most of the day in the rain, which soaked her only chiton through to the skin. This was worse than any boat ride, she told him quietly as they rode, unsure what the rest would really think of her now that they were on land.
She had been thrilled when the house in question finally came into view, although that was quickly quieted as soon as they were told to manage the horses. Olena stepped away from them, scrunching her nose at the smell. And the big one seemed to be giving her the same look, as if he didn’t like her scent either. She felt the need to stick her tongue out at it, the childish action caught by Dima, but he seemed too busy to do anything about it. Following him into the stables, Olena was glad to at least get a chance to dry.
”I do not think I will ever be warm again.” She told him as he worked with one of the horses, allowing herself the freedom to rummage around the room for something to dry herself off with. It was surprising to have a stable hand offer her a cloth, which she took with a soft thanks before attacking her hair. ”How have you survived in this place this long? The rain seems to be colder than it was at home.” it was a silly comment, but it didn’t make it feel any less true. ”I do not think I want to stay here.” She said to Dima, her eyes trained on his figure as he worked with the horses.
”Are you set on staying? Or can we go someplace else? Maybe warmer? Like Egypt?” She had spent time in Egypt when she was young and found herself preferring the constant heat to this kind of cold. ”We’d be warm. And we can be naked without people judging us. Although you’d have to lose the hair, which is my favorite thing about you. So we will have to think of another plan.”
The boat ride hadn't seemed as long going back to Athenia, and he couldn't tell if it was because he was looking forward less to returning or if the gods were simply conspiring to shorten his time with no responsibilities to spend with Olena. Ever since he'd taken her from the slave market he'd been loath to leave her side, afraid that someone would come around every corner and try to take her away again. Dima knew without saying it aloud that he would die before anyone returned her to the life she'd been forced into before.
He tried to cover her as much as possible against the driving rain, but after a short time it became obvious it was a futile effort. They didn't have the rain resistant cloaks the Taengean lord had, nor did they really have much in the way of any protection aside from their singular layers of clothing. When he'd fled Athenia he'd left everything behind and there had been little time or funds to replace anything else. Shivering by the time the manor came into view, his hands were numb on the reins but he nodded at the direction to tend to the horses.
Dismounting, he pulled Olena down with him, ushering her towards the shelter of the barn as he took hold of their mounts, not that the animals needed much encouragement to head toward the warmth and dry of the barn and the food that was available. He smiled as his lover stuck her tongue out at one in particular who was being moody, a few sleepy grooms meeting him with cloths to dry themselves and begin rubbing down the horses that were as soaked through as the rest of them. He happily allowed one of the other men to take over the horses after his own mount had been tended to, tunic and hair plastered to him in a most unpleasant damp manner.
"Perhaps there's a kitchen fire we can sit by soon."
He knew she spoke in hyperbole, but instinct prompted him to try to fix the situation, as did the need to ensure her comfort and ease at every turn. Sixteen years was a long time to make up for not taking care of her. Finally toweling himself off, his hair stuck up at every single angle imaginable, and he was tempted to strip off his tunic, but he didn't have anything else to replace it with, and so he simply wrapped the cloth about his shoulders. Eyes crinkling up at the corners in amusement, Dima wrapped his arms around her, enveloping her in his embrace and the towel for an extra layer of warmth.
"When this is finished, we can go wherever you like. Though I'd prefer to keep my hair, you saw what my father looked like when his hair started to thin."
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The boat ride hadn't seemed as long going back to Athenia, and he couldn't tell if it was because he was looking forward less to returning or if the gods were simply conspiring to shorten his time with no responsibilities to spend with Olena. Ever since he'd taken her from the slave market he'd been loath to leave her side, afraid that someone would come around every corner and try to take her away again. Dima knew without saying it aloud that he would die before anyone returned her to the life she'd been forced into before.
He tried to cover her as much as possible against the driving rain, but after a short time it became obvious it was a futile effort. They didn't have the rain resistant cloaks the Taengean lord had, nor did they really have much in the way of any protection aside from their singular layers of clothing. When he'd fled Athenia he'd left everything behind and there had been little time or funds to replace anything else. Shivering by the time the manor came into view, his hands were numb on the reins but he nodded at the direction to tend to the horses.
Dismounting, he pulled Olena down with him, ushering her towards the shelter of the barn as he took hold of their mounts, not that the animals needed much encouragement to head toward the warmth and dry of the barn and the food that was available. He smiled as his lover stuck her tongue out at one in particular who was being moody, a few sleepy grooms meeting him with cloths to dry themselves and begin rubbing down the horses that were as soaked through as the rest of them. He happily allowed one of the other men to take over the horses after his own mount had been tended to, tunic and hair plastered to him in a most unpleasant damp manner.
"Perhaps there's a kitchen fire we can sit by soon."
He knew she spoke in hyperbole, but instinct prompted him to try to fix the situation, as did the need to ensure her comfort and ease at every turn. Sixteen years was a long time to make up for not taking care of her. Finally toweling himself off, his hair stuck up at every single angle imaginable, and he was tempted to strip off his tunic, but he didn't have anything else to replace it with, and so he simply wrapped the cloth about his shoulders. Eyes crinkling up at the corners in amusement, Dima wrapped his arms around her, enveloping her in his embrace and the towel for an extra layer of warmth.
"When this is finished, we can go wherever you like. Though I'd prefer to keep my hair, you saw what my father looked like when his hair started to thin."
The boat ride hadn't seemed as long going back to Athenia, and he couldn't tell if it was because he was looking forward less to returning or if the gods were simply conspiring to shorten his time with no responsibilities to spend with Olena. Ever since he'd taken her from the slave market he'd been loath to leave her side, afraid that someone would come around every corner and try to take her away again. Dima knew without saying it aloud that he would die before anyone returned her to the life she'd been forced into before.
He tried to cover her as much as possible against the driving rain, but after a short time it became obvious it was a futile effort. They didn't have the rain resistant cloaks the Taengean lord had, nor did they really have much in the way of any protection aside from their singular layers of clothing. When he'd fled Athenia he'd left everything behind and there had been little time or funds to replace anything else. Shivering by the time the manor came into view, his hands were numb on the reins but he nodded at the direction to tend to the horses.
Dismounting, he pulled Olena down with him, ushering her towards the shelter of the barn as he took hold of their mounts, not that the animals needed much encouragement to head toward the warmth and dry of the barn and the food that was available. He smiled as his lover stuck her tongue out at one in particular who was being moody, a few sleepy grooms meeting him with cloths to dry themselves and begin rubbing down the horses that were as soaked through as the rest of them. He happily allowed one of the other men to take over the horses after his own mount had been tended to, tunic and hair plastered to him in a most unpleasant damp manner.
"Perhaps there's a kitchen fire we can sit by soon."
He knew she spoke in hyperbole, but instinct prompted him to try to fix the situation, as did the need to ensure her comfort and ease at every turn. Sixteen years was a long time to make up for not taking care of her. Finally toweling himself off, his hair stuck up at every single angle imaginable, and he was tempted to strip off his tunic, but he didn't have anything else to replace it with, and so he simply wrapped the cloth about his shoulders. Eyes crinkling up at the corners in amusement, Dima wrapped his arms around her, enveloping her in his embrace and the towel for an extra layer of warmth.
"When this is finished, we can go wherever you like. Though I'd prefer to keep my hair, you saw what my father looked like when his hair started to thin."
While red in color, Olena’s hair was thick in texture. Which meant that the rain only weighed it down fly against her head. By the time they were inside the dry barn, she felt like a wet dog. If she was feeling far more playful, she might have shook her hair out like one. Instead, she wrapped her arms around herself while she waited for cloths to be brought. The ones handed to her must have been set atop the warm stove, for they were hot in her hands. But it was not warm for long as she wrung out the water in her hair, giving it a good shake to get the excess out of it.
She was scrunching it against her head, allowing the natural wave to be the end result of her work. It was then that Dima playfully teased back, wrapping them both in one towel as he pressed into her. Shivering, she found herself wishing for a warm fire and some privacy. Even though they had spent almost every hour together since they'd been reunited, it didn't feel like enough. And it never would be. She was certain that she could spend every last moment until she stopped breathing with him and it wouldn't be enough. Perhaps the Gods would bless them with many happy years, for life had been far too rough on the pair.
”That is true enough. All the more reason for us to find some other place warm. South, where even the rain is warm this time of year.” She threw her arms around him, pulling herself up to his lips to try and find warm.
It did not take long for the kiss to take to her core, unwinding the familiar feeling that she had been trying to satisfy for the past fortnight. She sighed against his lips, wondering if they would be given any time alone. ”Do you remember the time we lost track of the hours in the hayloft?” Her grin was wide and fond. ”I think I was pulling grass out of places grass should not have been for weeks.” Innocence had left them to leave their clothes on, having slowly explored the others body with youthful curiosity. Now, the memory caused a wicked glint in her eyes.
”I would not mind using that methodology to get warm again.” Olena grinned, hoping that in her drenched state, she was still tempting.
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While red in color, Olena’s hair was thick in texture. Which meant that the rain only weighed it down fly against her head. By the time they were inside the dry barn, she felt like a wet dog. If she was feeling far more playful, she might have shook her hair out like one. Instead, she wrapped her arms around herself while she waited for cloths to be brought. The ones handed to her must have been set atop the warm stove, for they were hot in her hands. But it was not warm for long as she wrung out the water in her hair, giving it a good shake to get the excess out of it.
She was scrunching it against her head, allowing the natural wave to be the end result of her work. It was then that Dima playfully teased back, wrapping them both in one towel as he pressed into her. Shivering, she found herself wishing for a warm fire and some privacy. Even though they had spent almost every hour together since they'd been reunited, it didn't feel like enough. And it never would be. She was certain that she could spend every last moment until she stopped breathing with him and it wouldn't be enough. Perhaps the Gods would bless them with many happy years, for life had been far too rough on the pair.
”That is true enough. All the more reason for us to find some other place warm. South, where even the rain is warm this time of year.” She threw her arms around him, pulling herself up to his lips to try and find warm.
It did not take long for the kiss to take to her core, unwinding the familiar feeling that she had been trying to satisfy for the past fortnight. She sighed against his lips, wondering if they would be given any time alone. ”Do you remember the time we lost track of the hours in the hayloft?” Her grin was wide and fond. ”I think I was pulling grass out of places grass should not have been for weeks.” Innocence had left them to leave their clothes on, having slowly explored the others body with youthful curiosity. Now, the memory caused a wicked glint in her eyes.
”I would not mind using that methodology to get warm again.” Olena grinned, hoping that in her drenched state, she was still tempting.
While red in color, Olena’s hair was thick in texture. Which meant that the rain only weighed it down fly against her head. By the time they were inside the dry barn, she felt like a wet dog. If she was feeling far more playful, she might have shook her hair out like one. Instead, she wrapped her arms around herself while she waited for cloths to be brought. The ones handed to her must have been set atop the warm stove, for they were hot in her hands. But it was not warm for long as she wrung out the water in her hair, giving it a good shake to get the excess out of it.
She was scrunching it against her head, allowing the natural wave to be the end result of her work. It was then that Dima playfully teased back, wrapping them both in one towel as he pressed into her. Shivering, she found herself wishing for a warm fire and some privacy. Even though they had spent almost every hour together since they'd been reunited, it didn't feel like enough. And it never would be. She was certain that she could spend every last moment until she stopped breathing with him and it wouldn't be enough. Perhaps the Gods would bless them with many happy years, for life had been far too rough on the pair.
”That is true enough. All the more reason for us to find some other place warm. South, where even the rain is warm this time of year.” She threw her arms around him, pulling herself up to his lips to try and find warm.
It did not take long for the kiss to take to her core, unwinding the familiar feeling that she had been trying to satisfy for the past fortnight. She sighed against his lips, wondering if they would be given any time alone. ”Do you remember the time we lost track of the hours in the hayloft?” Her grin was wide and fond. ”I think I was pulling grass out of places grass should not have been for weeks.” Innocence had left them to leave their clothes on, having slowly explored the others body with youthful curiosity. Now, the memory caused a wicked glint in her eyes.
”I would not mind using that methodology to get warm again.” Olena grinned, hoping that in her drenched state, she was still tempting.
"Home was colder than this. Remember the early snow when we were ten? They just barely managed to get the harvest inside but kept us curled up by the fire telling stories."
Even since they had reunited, talk of home had been rare for him, usually allowing her to bring it up. Increasingly though, it had been getting easier and easier to allow himself those memories that were bittersweet. If nothing else he had her, and they could grow together again with fond memories instead of sad. Nearly a month with her back and he still found himself afraid if he let go then she would disappear, until she reassured him with another kiss.
Conscious of the grooms who'd taken charge of the horses still being about, Dima's gaze darted around to see if they were within earshot of Olena's suggestion. It was one thing on the ship to behave this way, but with this new place and collection of people he was wary. The last time he'd been in Athenia had not been one of good memories, this place where he'd gotten most of his scars, and he felt more on edge than their safe haven in Taengea. Perhaps when this was finished they would return there. The green forests and hills had felt safe, like a memory they had cherished together.
Narrowing his eyes at her grin, he smiled even as he shook his head, hands slipping down to her hips to pull her flush against his own. "I don't think I could ever forget." They'd only been children compared to who they were now, in spite of the plan for them to be married as soon as Olena was sixteen. The hay had offered them warmth and shelter, and a privacy that was rare in their village. "Perhaps, once we've seen to what must be done, we can return. Though I had hoped for a near proper bed instead of a rocking sea bunk."
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"Home was colder than this. Remember the early snow when we were ten? They just barely managed to get the harvest inside but kept us curled up by the fire telling stories."
Even since they had reunited, talk of home had been rare for him, usually allowing her to bring it up. Increasingly though, it had been getting easier and easier to allow himself those memories that were bittersweet. If nothing else he had her, and they could grow together again with fond memories instead of sad. Nearly a month with her back and he still found himself afraid if he let go then she would disappear, until she reassured him with another kiss.
Conscious of the grooms who'd taken charge of the horses still being about, Dima's gaze darted around to see if they were within earshot of Olena's suggestion. It was one thing on the ship to behave this way, but with this new place and collection of people he was wary. The last time he'd been in Athenia had not been one of good memories, this place where he'd gotten most of his scars, and he felt more on edge than their safe haven in Taengea. Perhaps when this was finished they would return there. The green forests and hills had felt safe, like a memory they had cherished together.
Narrowing his eyes at her grin, he smiled even as he shook his head, hands slipping down to her hips to pull her flush against his own. "I don't think I could ever forget." They'd only been children compared to who they were now, in spite of the plan for them to be married as soon as Olena was sixteen. The hay had offered them warmth and shelter, and a privacy that was rare in their village. "Perhaps, once we've seen to what must be done, we can return. Though I had hoped for a near proper bed instead of a rocking sea bunk."
"Home was colder than this. Remember the early snow when we were ten? They just barely managed to get the harvest inside but kept us curled up by the fire telling stories."
Even since they had reunited, talk of home had been rare for him, usually allowing her to bring it up. Increasingly though, it had been getting easier and easier to allow himself those memories that were bittersweet. If nothing else he had her, and they could grow together again with fond memories instead of sad. Nearly a month with her back and he still found himself afraid if he let go then she would disappear, until she reassured him with another kiss.
Conscious of the grooms who'd taken charge of the horses still being about, Dima's gaze darted around to see if they were within earshot of Olena's suggestion. It was one thing on the ship to behave this way, but with this new place and collection of people he was wary. The last time he'd been in Athenia had not been one of good memories, this place where he'd gotten most of his scars, and he felt more on edge than their safe haven in Taengea. Perhaps when this was finished they would return there. The green forests and hills had felt safe, like a memory they had cherished together.
Narrowing his eyes at her grin, he smiled even as he shook his head, hands slipping down to her hips to pull her flush against his own. "I don't think I could ever forget." They'd only been children compared to who they were now, in spite of the plan for them to be married as soon as Olena was sixteen. The hay had offered them warmth and shelter, and a privacy that was rare in their village. "Perhaps, once we've seen to what must be done, we can return. Though I had hoped for a near proper bed instead of a rocking sea bunk."
It was getting easier to speak of the past, with him so firmly implanted as her future. As they spent more and more time together, the thought of them spending the rest of their lives together seemed far more certain. Sure, things were complicated, with his past life in Athenia and her own night terrors. But they could weather anything, as long as they were together.
Even if speaking of their childhood brought a lump to her throat. ”Papa almost lost a toe that year, remember? The sheep were so stubborn he spent two days in it?” She never wanted this to end, this happy bubble the two had found themselves in. She had never been so content in all her life, dedicated to him in every way. This was her life now, and she would follow him wherever he wished to lead them.
Her core was warming at the idea of finding a stack of hay to get lost in. But if their innocent actions of youth had left her with hay everywhere, what would the result of her wicked thoughts be? ”A bath first. So hot that Hades would find it homey. Perhaps private, so you can see to my warmth yourself.” Her brows wiggled suggestively, rolling her hips against his. It hadn’t been long since they had last been together, but there was much to make up for. She wanted him again, more than she was willing to say out loud, with so many close by.
Olena was quiet for a minute, staring at the frayed end of the collar of his shirt. ”Were you being serious when you asked me to marry you?” Her question was quiet, as if speaking louder would somehow break the happy circle they had found themselves in. It was not hard to picture herself married to him, not with her body filling back out from nourishment and her mind well on the mend. She was happy, for the first time in years, and wanted to do everything she could to solidify that. She wanted to be his wife, to belong to him and only him. ”Or was that just you being kind?”
He knew everything about her past now, no secrets remained between the pair. Was the offer still there?
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It was getting easier to speak of the past, with him so firmly implanted as her future. As they spent more and more time together, the thought of them spending the rest of their lives together seemed far more certain. Sure, things were complicated, with his past life in Athenia and her own night terrors. But they could weather anything, as long as they were together.
Even if speaking of their childhood brought a lump to her throat. ”Papa almost lost a toe that year, remember? The sheep were so stubborn he spent two days in it?” She never wanted this to end, this happy bubble the two had found themselves in. She had never been so content in all her life, dedicated to him in every way. This was her life now, and she would follow him wherever he wished to lead them.
Her core was warming at the idea of finding a stack of hay to get lost in. But if their innocent actions of youth had left her with hay everywhere, what would the result of her wicked thoughts be? ”A bath first. So hot that Hades would find it homey. Perhaps private, so you can see to my warmth yourself.” Her brows wiggled suggestively, rolling her hips against his. It hadn’t been long since they had last been together, but there was much to make up for. She wanted him again, more than she was willing to say out loud, with so many close by.
Olena was quiet for a minute, staring at the frayed end of the collar of his shirt. ”Were you being serious when you asked me to marry you?” Her question was quiet, as if speaking louder would somehow break the happy circle they had found themselves in. It was not hard to picture herself married to him, not with her body filling back out from nourishment and her mind well on the mend. She was happy, for the first time in years, and wanted to do everything she could to solidify that. She wanted to be his wife, to belong to him and only him. ”Or was that just you being kind?”
He knew everything about her past now, no secrets remained between the pair. Was the offer still there?
It was getting easier to speak of the past, with him so firmly implanted as her future. As they spent more and more time together, the thought of them spending the rest of their lives together seemed far more certain. Sure, things were complicated, with his past life in Athenia and her own night terrors. But they could weather anything, as long as they were together.
Even if speaking of their childhood brought a lump to her throat. ”Papa almost lost a toe that year, remember? The sheep were so stubborn he spent two days in it?” She never wanted this to end, this happy bubble the two had found themselves in. She had never been so content in all her life, dedicated to him in every way. This was her life now, and she would follow him wherever he wished to lead them.
Her core was warming at the idea of finding a stack of hay to get lost in. But if their innocent actions of youth had left her with hay everywhere, what would the result of her wicked thoughts be? ”A bath first. So hot that Hades would find it homey. Perhaps private, so you can see to my warmth yourself.” Her brows wiggled suggestively, rolling her hips against his. It hadn’t been long since they had last been together, but there was much to make up for. She wanted him again, more than she was willing to say out loud, with so many close by.
Olena was quiet for a minute, staring at the frayed end of the collar of his shirt. ”Were you being serious when you asked me to marry you?” Her question was quiet, as if speaking louder would somehow break the happy circle they had found themselves in. It was not hard to picture herself married to him, not with her body filling back out from nourishment and her mind well on the mend. She was happy, for the first time in years, and wanted to do everything she could to solidify that. She wanted to be his wife, to belong to him and only him. ”Or was that just you being kind?”
He knew everything about her past now, no secrets remained between the pair. Was the offer still there?
"How could I forget? That was the winter we learned all of our best curse words."
Dima tried not to chuckle at the memory of her father cursing the sheep so long ago, he realized now what a serious situation it could have been had he been stuck out there longer, but the older man had always made it all seem like a game instead of causing the children worry. He missed those nights, when they were all curled together like puppies listening to tales of the far off lands and old times. Her body against his was warming, but he could feel them both shivering still and the idea of a hot bath was everything he wanted right now. Once the nobles had seen to their own ordeals perhaps they would look to the little folk.
Speaking in their native tongue was becoming easier as it came back to him, but he knew he would have to switch back to Greek in order to get them somewhere warm and dry. His mind struggled for a moment to try to make the switch between them, frustrating since he had been proficient in speaking both for most of his life, but rarely switching between the two. Her hips rolling against his didn't help, and though he was happy to spend as much time as possible kissing her and holding her in bed, they needed privacy and a room first. He pressed another kiss to the tip of her nose, giving her a look that suggested she behave while they were around others.
Another servant approached right after she asked her question, interrupting the moment with the news that a room had been made ready for them and a bath was being brought in. With a relieved smile, he gave thanks and took Olena's hand, his expression one a promise to speak more on this in a moment. Only once they had been shown to the small, cozy room with a fireplace, a bed, and a small tub of hot water for them to bathe in did he allow himself to process her question.
"Of course, I meant it when we were young, and I haven't changed my mind since. You are the only person I could ever marry, Olena." Numb fingers lifted to untie the belt about her waist, prepared to get her undressed and into the tub to warm up as much as possible. If he laid the blankets they'd been given and their clothing near the fire, they might be dry by morning. "Do you still wish to marry me?"
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"How could I forget? That was the winter we learned all of our best curse words."
Dima tried not to chuckle at the memory of her father cursing the sheep so long ago, he realized now what a serious situation it could have been had he been stuck out there longer, but the older man had always made it all seem like a game instead of causing the children worry. He missed those nights, when they were all curled together like puppies listening to tales of the far off lands and old times. Her body against his was warming, but he could feel them both shivering still and the idea of a hot bath was everything he wanted right now. Once the nobles had seen to their own ordeals perhaps they would look to the little folk.
Speaking in their native tongue was becoming easier as it came back to him, but he knew he would have to switch back to Greek in order to get them somewhere warm and dry. His mind struggled for a moment to try to make the switch between them, frustrating since he had been proficient in speaking both for most of his life, but rarely switching between the two. Her hips rolling against his didn't help, and though he was happy to spend as much time as possible kissing her and holding her in bed, they needed privacy and a room first. He pressed another kiss to the tip of her nose, giving her a look that suggested she behave while they were around others.
Another servant approached right after she asked her question, interrupting the moment with the news that a room had been made ready for them and a bath was being brought in. With a relieved smile, he gave thanks and took Olena's hand, his expression one a promise to speak more on this in a moment. Only once they had been shown to the small, cozy room with a fireplace, a bed, and a small tub of hot water for them to bathe in did he allow himself to process her question.
"Of course, I meant it when we were young, and I haven't changed my mind since. You are the only person I could ever marry, Olena." Numb fingers lifted to untie the belt about her waist, prepared to get her undressed and into the tub to warm up as much as possible. If he laid the blankets they'd been given and their clothing near the fire, they might be dry by morning. "Do you still wish to marry me?"
"How could I forget? That was the winter we learned all of our best curse words."
Dima tried not to chuckle at the memory of her father cursing the sheep so long ago, he realized now what a serious situation it could have been had he been stuck out there longer, but the older man had always made it all seem like a game instead of causing the children worry. He missed those nights, when they were all curled together like puppies listening to tales of the far off lands and old times. Her body against his was warming, but he could feel them both shivering still and the idea of a hot bath was everything he wanted right now. Once the nobles had seen to their own ordeals perhaps they would look to the little folk.
Speaking in their native tongue was becoming easier as it came back to him, but he knew he would have to switch back to Greek in order to get them somewhere warm and dry. His mind struggled for a moment to try to make the switch between them, frustrating since he had been proficient in speaking both for most of his life, but rarely switching between the two. Her hips rolling against his didn't help, and though he was happy to spend as much time as possible kissing her and holding her in bed, they needed privacy and a room first. He pressed another kiss to the tip of her nose, giving her a look that suggested she behave while they were around others.
Another servant approached right after she asked her question, interrupting the moment with the news that a room had been made ready for them and a bath was being brought in. With a relieved smile, he gave thanks and took Olena's hand, his expression one a promise to speak more on this in a moment. Only once they had been shown to the small, cozy room with a fireplace, a bed, and a small tub of hot water for them to bathe in did he allow himself to process her question.
"Of course, I meant it when we were young, and I haven't changed my mind since. You are the only person I could ever marry, Olena." Numb fingers lifted to untie the belt about her waist, prepared to get her undressed and into the tub to warm up as much as possible. If he laid the blankets they'd been given and their clothing near the fire, they might be dry by morning. "Do you still wish to marry me?"
Her eyes brighten at the memory, of the two of them whispering naughty words back to each other, mimicking their parents in their frustration. So much of her adult life had been blocking out these memories, using whatever she could get her hands on to suppress the dreams that brought their faces back to her. There was no reason for her to hear their laughs or to try and think of the happy-- it had been too hard. Now, with him, it didn’t seem like it was impossible anymore. Instead, it made her smile.
She wanted to press him for more, to see if she could convince him to sneak away for a quick moment before they returned to their duties. But ever the responsible one, he pressed a kiss to her nose and switched to Greek. Quietly, she chose to remind him of the few choice swears they had learned that summer. Question hung in the air as they were led to a small room, her hand tightly in his. There was an underlying fear that they would be separated, that she would be expected to assist the Queen instead of being with him. Her hand felt like a vice in his, stiff and cold and unwilling to be pulled apart. If she could have, she would have pressed herself as tightly to his side as possible, but the hindering of movement would have stopped that.
There was no closing her eyes, no trying to talk herself down. She just had to take deep breaths until the door was closed and the two were alone. Together. Olena almost didn’t realize that they had been left to their own devices, and for a moment, it almost seemed like she was under the influence of something. But as his hands started to untie the wet, difficult knot of the sash that held up her chiton, her eyes fell to his hands. And back into the reality of where they were. She was safe with him. At least for now, they would have time. Who knew how long it would last, but it would have to be enough for now.
As he stripped her down, laying her dress out by the fire, she remembered her question. And was relieved by his answer. He knew her dark past and still wished to spend the rest of his days with her. Olena was shivering too much to wait for him to join her, slipping into the warm water to let the cold melt away from her skin. “I did not wish to marry.” She told him honestly. There has never been a reason for her to think that marriage was in her future, at least, there hadn’t been. “I did not think I was worth it. But now, all I can think about is finally being your wife. I do not want to waste time unmarried.” All she wanted was him. “Can we, Dima? Can we get married?” It seemed like a childish request, but she had to ask, for he was more familiar with what the Queen may ask of them.
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Her eyes brighten at the memory, of the two of them whispering naughty words back to each other, mimicking their parents in their frustration. So much of her adult life had been blocking out these memories, using whatever she could get her hands on to suppress the dreams that brought their faces back to her. There was no reason for her to hear their laughs or to try and think of the happy-- it had been too hard. Now, with him, it didn’t seem like it was impossible anymore. Instead, it made her smile.
She wanted to press him for more, to see if she could convince him to sneak away for a quick moment before they returned to their duties. But ever the responsible one, he pressed a kiss to her nose and switched to Greek. Quietly, she chose to remind him of the few choice swears they had learned that summer. Question hung in the air as they were led to a small room, her hand tightly in his. There was an underlying fear that they would be separated, that she would be expected to assist the Queen instead of being with him. Her hand felt like a vice in his, stiff and cold and unwilling to be pulled apart. If she could have, she would have pressed herself as tightly to his side as possible, but the hindering of movement would have stopped that.
There was no closing her eyes, no trying to talk herself down. She just had to take deep breaths until the door was closed and the two were alone. Together. Olena almost didn’t realize that they had been left to their own devices, and for a moment, it almost seemed like she was under the influence of something. But as his hands started to untie the wet, difficult knot of the sash that held up her chiton, her eyes fell to his hands. And back into the reality of where they were. She was safe with him. At least for now, they would have time. Who knew how long it would last, but it would have to be enough for now.
As he stripped her down, laying her dress out by the fire, she remembered her question. And was relieved by his answer. He knew her dark past and still wished to spend the rest of his days with her. Olena was shivering too much to wait for him to join her, slipping into the warm water to let the cold melt away from her skin. “I did not wish to marry.” She told him honestly. There has never been a reason for her to think that marriage was in her future, at least, there hadn’t been. “I did not think I was worth it. But now, all I can think about is finally being your wife. I do not want to waste time unmarried.” All she wanted was him. “Can we, Dima? Can we get married?” It seemed like a childish request, but she had to ask, for he was more familiar with what the Queen may ask of them.
Her eyes brighten at the memory, of the two of them whispering naughty words back to each other, mimicking their parents in their frustration. So much of her adult life had been blocking out these memories, using whatever she could get her hands on to suppress the dreams that brought their faces back to her. There was no reason for her to hear their laughs or to try and think of the happy-- it had been too hard. Now, with him, it didn’t seem like it was impossible anymore. Instead, it made her smile.
She wanted to press him for more, to see if she could convince him to sneak away for a quick moment before they returned to their duties. But ever the responsible one, he pressed a kiss to her nose and switched to Greek. Quietly, she chose to remind him of the few choice swears they had learned that summer. Question hung in the air as they were led to a small room, her hand tightly in his. There was an underlying fear that they would be separated, that she would be expected to assist the Queen instead of being with him. Her hand felt like a vice in his, stiff and cold and unwilling to be pulled apart. If she could have, she would have pressed herself as tightly to his side as possible, but the hindering of movement would have stopped that.
There was no closing her eyes, no trying to talk herself down. She just had to take deep breaths until the door was closed and the two were alone. Together. Olena almost didn’t realize that they had been left to their own devices, and for a moment, it almost seemed like she was under the influence of something. But as his hands started to untie the wet, difficult knot of the sash that held up her chiton, her eyes fell to his hands. And back into the reality of where they were. She was safe with him. At least for now, they would have time. Who knew how long it would last, but it would have to be enough for now.
As he stripped her down, laying her dress out by the fire, she remembered her question. And was relieved by his answer. He knew her dark past and still wished to spend the rest of his days with her. Olena was shivering too much to wait for him to join her, slipping into the warm water to let the cold melt away from her skin. “I did not wish to marry.” She told him honestly. There has never been a reason for her to think that marriage was in her future, at least, there hadn’t been. “I did not think I was worth it. But now, all I can think about is finally being your wife. I do not want to waste time unmarried.” All she wanted was him. “Can we, Dima? Can we get married?” It seemed like a childish request, but she had to ask, for he was more familiar with what the Queen may ask of them.
Dima was glad for the privacy, the quiet, and the warmth that both the fire and the bath were providing them. He smiled as she slipped into the water, shivering himself as he removed his own clothing and laid it out next to hers. There appeared to be ample blankets on the bed so they wouldn't be too cold with the heat of two bodies. He only had two tunics to his name and a pair of trousers that the Dimitrou lord had provided him, it made for light packing and easy carry, but it wasn't enough to let his only sets of clothing to stay soaked from the rain.
The former slave turned gladiator turned he didn't know what knelt beside the tub, taking Olena's hands in his own and pulling them both to his lips as if his kisses could warm them better than the hot water in the tub. He would join her in a moment, but first he needed to be sure she understood how serious he was and had always been. She didn't need to ask a second time. He would go to the Greeks in the morning and ask how quickly they could be married in this strange land. When they had time and a more definite future though, he wanted to try to perform a proper wedding.
It would be more than a little difficult. He couldn't bring the bride price to Olena's parents, couldn't guess to see if it was Olena beneath the veil or someone else so they could all joke and tease the price higher, knowing full well it would be gifted right back to them. His brother and friends wouldn't stand by his side when they arrived to take her to the ceremony, her sisters wouldn't accompany her to the celebration. The old songs wouldn't be sung, and there would hardly be the rushnyk embroidered in red with their family patterns, there would be no blessing from their parents, no joking rush to step first onto the cloth which he would have allowed her without a fight. For in their youth even if he had jumped first onto the blessed cloth there would have been no doubt in who would truly have the final say in their marriage. Now, he was not so sure.
"Of course, it's all I've wanted. We can speak with them about the wedding in the morning." Now was not the time to bring up everything they would miss, they would simply do with what they had. As another shiver went through him Dima gave a smile that held a hint of his old mischief, slipping himself into the tub and wrapping his arms around her to shift them so she came to rest atop him while most of their bodies were beneath the water.
"I suppose we'll marry as Greeks. Whatever joins us legally in their eyes. Perhaps Lord Iason and the Queen will witness if we bind our hands as well.." Lifting her right hand in his own, he mimicked the posture of a handfasting that they would have had in their home village. There was no cord to be wrapped around them, but with his free hand he traced the patterns before finding her eyes with his own. A smile spread over his lips as he brought their joined hands to his heart. "You are my wife, in heart and soul and body. All that remains is declaration to the rest."
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Dima was glad for the privacy, the quiet, and the warmth that both the fire and the bath were providing them. He smiled as she slipped into the water, shivering himself as he removed his own clothing and laid it out next to hers. There appeared to be ample blankets on the bed so they wouldn't be too cold with the heat of two bodies. He only had two tunics to his name and a pair of trousers that the Dimitrou lord had provided him, it made for light packing and easy carry, but it wasn't enough to let his only sets of clothing to stay soaked from the rain.
The former slave turned gladiator turned he didn't know what knelt beside the tub, taking Olena's hands in his own and pulling them both to his lips as if his kisses could warm them better than the hot water in the tub. He would join her in a moment, but first he needed to be sure she understood how serious he was and had always been. She didn't need to ask a second time. He would go to the Greeks in the morning and ask how quickly they could be married in this strange land. When they had time and a more definite future though, he wanted to try to perform a proper wedding.
It would be more than a little difficult. He couldn't bring the bride price to Olena's parents, couldn't guess to see if it was Olena beneath the veil or someone else so they could all joke and tease the price higher, knowing full well it would be gifted right back to them. His brother and friends wouldn't stand by his side when they arrived to take her to the ceremony, her sisters wouldn't accompany her to the celebration. The old songs wouldn't be sung, and there would hardly be the rushnyk embroidered in red with their family patterns, there would be no blessing from their parents, no joking rush to step first onto the cloth which he would have allowed her without a fight. For in their youth even if he had jumped first onto the blessed cloth there would have been no doubt in who would truly have the final say in their marriage. Now, he was not so sure.
"Of course, it's all I've wanted. We can speak with them about the wedding in the morning." Now was not the time to bring up everything they would miss, they would simply do with what they had. As another shiver went through him Dima gave a smile that held a hint of his old mischief, slipping himself into the tub and wrapping his arms around her to shift them so she came to rest atop him while most of their bodies were beneath the water.
"I suppose we'll marry as Greeks. Whatever joins us legally in their eyes. Perhaps Lord Iason and the Queen will witness if we bind our hands as well.." Lifting her right hand in his own, he mimicked the posture of a handfasting that they would have had in their home village. There was no cord to be wrapped around them, but with his free hand he traced the patterns before finding her eyes with his own. A smile spread over his lips as he brought their joined hands to his heart. "You are my wife, in heart and soul and body. All that remains is declaration to the rest."
Dima was glad for the privacy, the quiet, and the warmth that both the fire and the bath were providing them. He smiled as she slipped into the water, shivering himself as he removed his own clothing and laid it out next to hers. There appeared to be ample blankets on the bed so they wouldn't be too cold with the heat of two bodies. He only had two tunics to his name and a pair of trousers that the Dimitrou lord had provided him, it made for light packing and easy carry, but it wasn't enough to let his only sets of clothing to stay soaked from the rain.
The former slave turned gladiator turned he didn't know what knelt beside the tub, taking Olena's hands in his own and pulling them both to his lips as if his kisses could warm them better than the hot water in the tub. He would join her in a moment, but first he needed to be sure she understood how serious he was and had always been. She didn't need to ask a second time. He would go to the Greeks in the morning and ask how quickly they could be married in this strange land. When they had time and a more definite future though, he wanted to try to perform a proper wedding.
It would be more than a little difficult. He couldn't bring the bride price to Olena's parents, couldn't guess to see if it was Olena beneath the veil or someone else so they could all joke and tease the price higher, knowing full well it would be gifted right back to them. His brother and friends wouldn't stand by his side when they arrived to take her to the ceremony, her sisters wouldn't accompany her to the celebration. The old songs wouldn't be sung, and there would hardly be the rushnyk embroidered in red with their family patterns, there would be no blessing from their parents, no joking rush to step first onto the cloth which he would have allowed her without a fight. For in their youth even if he had jumped first onto the blessed cloth there would have been no doubt in who would truly have the final say in their marriage. Now, he was not so sure.
"Of course, it's all I've wanted. We can speak with them about the wedding in the morning." Now was not the time to bring up everything they would miss, they would simply do with what they had. As another shiver went through him Dima gave a smile that held a hint of his old mischief, slipping himself into the tub and wrapping his arms around her to shift them so she came to rest atop him while most of their bodies were beneath the water.
"I suppose we'll marry as Greeks. Whatever joins us legally in their eyes. Perhaps Lord Iason and the Queen will witness if we bind our hands as well.." Lifting her right hand in his own, he mimicked the posture of a handfasting that they would have had in their home village. There was no cord to be wrapped around them, but with his free hand he traced the patterns before finding her eyes with his own. A smile spread over his lips as he brought their joined hands to his heart. "You are my wife, in heart and soul and body. All that remains is declaration to the rest."
There was a moment where she was worried that he was not getting into the water with her because he didn’t want her. It would not have surprised her, as her past had a darkness different from him. It was one thing to kill, it was another to sleep with people as she had. He may have seen it as a mode of survival, but it always worried her that he would think her just a whore and would abandon her. But her doubt was brief, as he took his hands into hers and kissed them gently. It was a soft, quiet gesture, but it was one that spoke volumes.
He loved her.
There was something in his eyes, a lost sorrow that she had not dared think about until now. Being together like this again had brought back the common connection they had shared. Which meant that she could see exactly what he was picturing. Marriage in their culture was a family affair, one that was encompassed by the joy of bantering for a higher price to be ‘rid of another woman’, of sisters singing as they helped braid her hair. Her mind immediately moved to the wedding of her cousin, one in which she had picked her finest dress for. The summer had been warm, the flowers gathered and the songs loudly sung. But, for most of the event, her eyes had been on Dima’s. After that, they spoke often about what they would want for their wedding. And, she had told him, it would only be a year or two more before they would be wed.
How wrong they both had been.
Not even the blanket, meant to be laid on their wedding bed that first night and every night after, had survived the fire. It burned alongside her dreams of a happy future.
His pledge to speak to them in the morning as he slipped into the tub was enough to ease her mind as well. Shifting a bit in the small basin to make room for him, Olena found her back pressed to his chest, arms tightly around her. If she closed her eyes, she could almost see the little home they would have made for themselves. The sound of animals in various stages of bedding down would have been their music. Several different dresses, some completed, some barely started, would have sat in a basket next to her loom. Their children would have been sleeping in the loft, the two parents giggling together by firelight as they tried not to wake them.
She was glad that he was behind her, else he would have seen the shimmer of a tear.
As he spoke, she turned so they were face to face. And the corners of her mouth lifted as he traced the fake cord around their wrists. “Tis quite the marriage story we will tell our children-- refugees who wed naked in a tub.” She let out a soft giggle, “They will think us heathens.” Her fingers laced in his, content with the small ceremony that had taken place. While she was unaware of the ways of the Greek, what had just happened was almost enough. If it would be required for a more legal union to take place, she would do it. “Hopefully this will not take long. Perhaps we will be able to recover her sister then we can be free. I wonder if Lord Iason would hire us on to help maintain his home. I am no housekeeper, but I could learn. And you could tend the grounds.”
The future was all she wished to think about. They had lost much, but there was still so much for them to gain. And damn it if she wasn’t going to get what she wanted from this life.
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There was a moment where she was worried that he was not getting into the water with her because he didn’t want her. It would not have surprised her, as her past had a darkness different from him. It was one thing to kill, it was another to sleep with people as she had. He may have seen it as a mode of survival, but it always worried her that he would think her just a whore and would abandon her. But her doubt was brief, as he took his hands into hers and kissed them gently. It was a soft, quiet gesture, but it was one that spoke volumes.
He loved her.
There was something in his eyes, a lost sorrow that she had not dared think about until now. Being together like this again had brought back the common connection they had shared. Which meant that she could see exactly what he was picturing. Marriage in their culture was a family affair, one that was encompassed by the joy of bantering for a higher price to be ‘rid of another woman’, of sisters singing as they helped braid her hair. Her mind immediately moved to the wedding of her cousin, one in which she had picked her finest dress for. The summer had been warm, the flowers gathered and the songs loudly sung. But, for most of the event, her eyes had been on Dima’s. After that, they spoke often about what they would want for their wedding. And, she had told him, it would only be a year or two more before they would be wed.
How wrong they both had been.
Not even the blanket, meant to be laid on their wedding bed that first night and every night after, had survived the fire. It burned alongside her dreams of a happy future.
His pledge to speak to them in the morning as he slipped into the tub was enough to ease her mind as well. Shifting a bit in the small basin to make room for him, Olena found her back pressed to his chest, arms tightly around her. If she closed her eyes, she could almost see the little home they would have made for themselves. The sound of animals in various stages of bedding down would have been their music. Several different dresses, some completed, some barely started, would have sat in a basket next to her loom. Their children would have been sleeping in the loft, the two parents giggling together by firelight as they tried not to wake them.
She was glad that he was behind her, else he would have seen the shimmer of a tear.
As he spoke, she turned so they were face to face. And the corners of her mouth lifted as he traced the fake cord around their wrists. “Tis quite the marriage story we will tell our children-- refugees who wed naked in a tub.” She let out a soft giggle, “They will think us heathens.” Her fingers laced in his, content with the small ceremony that had taken place. While she was unaware of the ways of the Greek, what had just happened was almost enough. If it would be required for a more legal union to take place, she would do it. “Hopefully this will not take long. Perhaps we will be able to recover her sister then we can be free. I wonder if Lord Iason would hire us on to help maintain his home. I am no housekeeper, but I could learn. And you could tend the grounds.”
The future was all she wished to think about. They had lost much, but there was still so much for them to gain. And damn it if she wasn’t going to get what she wanted from this life.
There was a moment where she was worried that he was not getting into the water with her because he didn’t want her. It would not have surprised her, as her past had a darkness different from him. It was one thing to kill, it was another to sleep with people as she had. He may have seen it as a mode of survival, but it always worried her that he would think her just a whore and would abandon her. But her doubt was brief, as he took his hands into hers and kissed them gently. It was a soft, quiet gesture, but it was one that spoke volumes.
He loved her.
There was something in his eyes, a lost sorrow that she had not dared think about until now. Being together like this again had brought back the common connection they had shared. Which meant that she could see exactly what he was picturing. Marriage in their culture was a family affair, one that was encompassed by the joy of bantering for a higher price to be ‘rid of another woman’, of sisters singing as they helped braid her hair. Her mind immediately moved to the wedding of her cousin, one in which she had picked her finest dress for. The summer had been warm, the flowers gathered and the songs loudly sung. But, for most of the event, her eyes had been on Dima’s. After that, they spoke often about what they would want for their wedding. And, she had told him, it would only be a year or two more before they would be wed.
How wrong they both had been.
Not even the blanket, meant to be laid on their wedding bed that first night and every night after, had survived the fire. It burned alongside her dreams of a happy future.
His pledge to speak to them in the morning as he slipped into the tub was enough to ease her mind as well. Shifting a bit in the small basin to make room for him, Olena found her back pressed to his chest, arms tightly around her. If she closed her eyes, she could almost see the little home they would have made for themselves. The sound of animals in various stages of bedding down would have been their music. Several different dresses, some completed, some barely started, would have sat in a basket next to her loom. Their children would have been sleeping in the loft, the two parents giggling together by firelight as they tried not to wake them.
She was glad that he was behind her, else he would have seen the shimmer of a tear.
As he spoke, she turned so they were face to face. And the corners of her mouth lifted as he traced the fake cord around their wrists. “Tis quite the marriage story we will tell our children-- refugees who wed naked in a tub.” She let out a soft giggle, “They will think us heathens.” Her fingers laced in his, content with the small ceremony that had taken place. While she was unaware of the ways of the Greek, what had just happened was almost enough. If it would be required for a more legal union to take place, she would do it. “Hopefully this will not take long. Perhaps we will be able to recover her sister then we can be free. I wonder if Lord Iason would hire us on to help maintain his home. I am no housekeeper, but I could learn. And you could tend the grounds.”
The future was all she wished to think about. They had lost much, but there was still so much for them to gain. And damn it if she wasn’t going to get what she wanted from this life.
"Unless we return home, they will always think us heathens. They would be raised more Greek than not." There was a sadness still in that, knowing their parents wouldn't be around to help care for their grandchildren, to tell them the old stories that Dima was certain he had forgotten. The old religion was etched into him still but he had just as much turned to the Greek gods as it was their land he had been living in. Apollo was similar to their own sun god, and so he addressed them both in his prayers as he always had since he was a boy, praying for a good harvest and fair weather.
Bringing their joined hands to his lips, he closed his eyes and held hers close as he pressed his cheek to the softness of her skin. In spite of the life she had led, she still felt to him as sweet and whole as they had been in their childhood, a reminder of times where pain was a mystery and something never experienced. Not truly.
He nodded in response to her assertions, no doubt Iason would be willing to hire them and keep them about, or at the very least allow them to settle in his village. His memory of tending to sheep and cows was faint, but he thought perhaps it could come back in the end, and Olena's skill with needle and thread was a sight to behold. They would find a way in the end, a way together to ensure that they had what they needed once this was finished. If the queen wished to keep his wife on as a lady's maid, all the better provided they were far away from this country.
"Lord Iason will be kind to us. And her majesty has been good to me. It's thanks to her care that this mark is no worse off." Gesturing to the newest scar on his shoulder, he drew Olena closer so she was in his lap, simply eager to hold her. They had been apart for too long and the closer she was to his chest the calmer his heart beat felt. As if having her weight across his body somehow was the balm needed to remain calm and quieted. "She tended to me while we crossed from Athenia to Taengea, and made sure once we had landed that she sorted out my bandaging herself. It wasn't at all what I expected from a queen, but I believe if there are good royals out there we are in their company."
Dima laid his head back against the tub, looking up to her and brushing his hands through the bright red curls that framed her form. She was so much more beautiful in reality than even his dreams had made her, the way she had filled out since he had stolen her away from her captors only lent to the glow he saw around her whenever he looked her way. However broken she saw herself, to him she was everything. Any wounds that needed to be healed in her were equal to his own, and together they were slowly mending one another.
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"Unless we return home, they will always think us heathens. They would be raised more Greek than not." There was a sadness still in that, knowing their parents wouldn't be around to help care for their grandchildren, to tell them the old stories that Dima was certain he had forgotten. The old religion was etched into him still but he had just as much turned to the Greek gods as it was their land he had been living in. Apollo was similar to their own sun god, and so he addressed them both in his prayers as he always had since he was a boy, praying for a good harvest and fair weather.
Bringing their joined hands to his lips, he closed his eyes and held hers close as he pressed his cheek to the softness of her skin. In spite of the life she had led, she still felt to him as sweet and whole as they had been in their childhood, a reminder of times where pain was a mystery and something never experienced. Not truly.
He nodded in response to her assertions, no doubt Iason would be willing to hire them and keep them about, or at the very least allow them to settle in his village. His memory of tending to sheep and cows was faint, but he thought perhaps it could come back in the end, and Olena's skill with needle and thread was a sight to behold. They would find a way in the end, a way together to ensure that they had what they needed once this was finished. If the queen wished to keep his wife on as a lady's maid, all the better provided they were far away from this country.
"Lord Iason will be kind to us. And her majesty has been good to me. It's thanks to her care that this mark is no worse off." Gesturing to the newest scar on his shoulder, he drew Olena closer so she was in his lap, simply eager to hold her. They had been apart for too long and the closer she was to his chest the calmer his heart beat felt. As if having her weight across his body somehow was the balm needed to remain calm and quieted. "She tended to me while we crossed from Athenia to Taengea, and made sure once we had landed that she sorted out my bandaging herself. It wasn't at all what I expected from a queen, but I believe if there are good royals out there we are in their company."
Dima laid his head back against the tub, looking up to her and brushing his hands through the bright red curls that framed her form. She was so much more beautiful in reality than even his dreams had made her, the way she had filled out since he had stolen her away from her captors only lent to the glow he saw around her whenever he looked her way. However broken she saw herself, to him she was everything. Any wounds that needed to be healed in her were equal to his own, and together they were slowly mending one another.
"Unless we return home, they will always think us heathens. They would be raised more Greek than not." There was a sadness still in that, knowing their parents wouldn't be around to help care for their grandchildren, to tell them the old stories that Dima was certain he had forgotten. The old religion was etched into him still but he had just as much turned to the Greek gods as it was their land he had been living in. Apollo was similar to their own sun god, and so he addressed them both in his prayers as he always had since he was a boy, praying for a good harvest and fair weather.
Bringing their joined hands to his lips, he closed his eyes and held hers close as he pressed his cheek to the softness of her skin. In spite of the life she had led, she still felt to him as sweet and whole as they had been in their childhood, a reminder of times where pain was a mystery and something never experienced. Not truly.
He nodded in response to her assertions, no doubt Iason would be willing to hire them and keep them about, or at the very least allow them to settle in his village. His memory of tending to sheep and cows was faint, but he thought perhaps it could come back in the end, and Olena's skill with needle and thread was a sight to behold. They would find a way in the end, a way together to ensure that they had what they needed once this was finished. If the queen wished to keep his wife on as a lady's maid, all the better provided they were far away from this country.
"Lord Iason will be kind to us. And her majesty has been good to me. It's thanks to her care that this mark is no worse off." Gesturing to the newest scar on his shoulder, he drew Olena closer so she was in his lap, simply eager to hold her. They had been apart for too long and the closer she was to his chest the calmer his heart beat felt. As if having her weight across his body somehow was the balm needed to remain calm and quieted. "She tended to me while we crossed from Athenia to Taengea, and made sure once we had landed that she sorted out my bandaging herself. It wasn't at all what I expected from a queen, but I believe if there are good royals out there we are in their company."
Dima laid his head back against the tub, looking up to her and brushing his hands through the bright red curls that framed her form. She was so much more beautiful in reality than even his dreams had made her, the way she had filled out since he had stolen her away from her captors only lent to the glow he saw around her whenever he looked her way. However broken she saw herself, to him she was everything. Any wounds that needed to be healed in her were equal to his own, and together they were slowly mending one another.
She was not a fan of the Greeks, in general. From her experience, they were cruel bastards who took from the innocent without much consideration for those they were taking from. The selfishness of the people resonated with her, sticking out in her mind to speak of no redeeming qualities about them. Few moments of kindness could be found in her life, up until now. Perhaps her opinion of them would change. But in this moment, knowing he was right about their children left a sour taste in her mouth. “Do you want to?” She asked him with a bit of hesitation, “Go home, I mean. What is left? Do you think there would still be a village? A place where we are welcomed?”
Memories of their home, before now, had always caused more pain than they should have. Now, she could gently bring back the kinder moments, the ones that didn’t feel like a slap in the face. Their village had been small, but it was impossible to deny the feeling of love and family that surrounded every house. There was an innocence to the whole place, one that she longed to pass onto their children. But would they ever be seen as anything other than Greeks? Could their people welcome them back? It didn’t seem like a possibility. If they chose to go home, they would be on their own. What was the point of going back when there was no one to go back to?
No, a part of her felt safer staying here. While the memories of either place were painful, she now had hope. Returning home meant an unknown, but if Dima wished to go then she would follow. The one thing she was certain of was that she would not be parted from his side again.
She glanced a moment at the injury before being pulled into his lap. “It appears as if the Queen should learn to sew. The wound wouldn’t be nearly as horrible if she had sewn the skin together.” Her jest was light, trying to make the situation far less than it was. In reality, she found herself further indebted to the Queen for keeping him alive as she had. “I will have to give her my thanks, then. Even though I am sure you were injured partly because of her.” She let her head fall back onto his good shoulder, damn hair curling onto the bare skin there.
His motions were soothing and tender. It hurt that this sort of thing was not normal for her, but there was a quiet joy in the fact that it would be from now on. She would never have to deal with the touch of a strange man again. Her body, from the moment they were reunited, was her to give as she wished. And she wished only for Dima, for his touch and love till the end of their days. Closing her eyes, she sighed a little as she rested against him. “Promise me something.” She said quite a few moments later. “Promise me that we will always find a way back to one another.” She smiled gently, turning her head so that she could see him. “You made me that promise once, and I did not believe it. But promise me again, and this time, I will.”
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She was not a fan of the Greeks, in general. From her experience, they were cruel bastards who took from the innocent without much consideration for those they were taking from. The selfishness of the people resonated with her, sticking out in her mind to speak of no redeeming qualities about them. Few moments of kindness could be found in her life, up until now. Perhaps her opinion of them would change. But in this moment, knowing he was right about their children left a sour taste in her mouth. “Do you want to?” She asked him with a bit of hesitation, “Go home, I mean. What is left? Do you think there would still be a village? A place where we are welcomed?”
Memories of their home, before now, had always caused more pain than they should have. Now, she could gently bring back the kinder moments, the ones that didn’t feel like a slap in the face. Their village had been small, but it was impossible to deny the feeling of love and family that surrounded every house. There was an innocence to the whole place, one that she longed to pass onto their children. But would they ever be seen as anything other than Greeks? Could their people welcome them back? It didn’t seem like a possibility. If they chose to go home, they would be on their own. What was the point of going back when there was no one to go back to?
No, a part of her felt safer staying here. While the memories of either place were painful, she now had hope. Returning home meant an unknown, but if Dima wished to go then she would follow. The one thing she was certain of was that she would not be parted from his side again.
She glanced a moment at the injury before being pulled into his lap. “It appears as if the Queen should learn to sew. The wound wouldn’t be nearly as horrible if she had sewn the skin together.” Her jest was light, trying to make the situation far less than it was. In reality, she found herself further indebted to the Queen for keeping him alive as she had. “I will have to give her my thanks, then. Even though I am sure you were injured partly because of her.” She let her head fall back onto his good shoulder, damn hair curling onto the bare skin there.
His motions were soothing and tender. It hurt that this sort of thing was not normal for her, but there was a quiet joy in the fact that it would be from now on. She would never have to deal with the touch of a strange man again. Her body, from the moment they were reunited, was her to give as she wished. And she wished only for Dima, for his touch and love till the end of their days. Closing her eyes, she sighed a little as she rested against him. “Promise me something.” She said quite a few moments later. “Promise me that we will always find a way back to one another.” She smiled gently, turning her head so that she could see him. “You made me that promise once, and I did not believe it. But promise me again, and this time, I will.”
She was not a fan of the Greeks, in general. From her experience, they were cruel bastards who took from the innocent without much consideration for those they were taking from. The selfishness of the people resonated with her, sticking out in her mind to speak of no redeeming qualities about them. Few moments of kindness could be found in her life, up until now. Perhaps her opinion of them would change. But in this moment, knowing he was right about their children left a sour taste in her mouth. “Do you want to?” She asked him with a bit of hesitation, “Go home, I mean. What is left? Do you think there would still be a village? A place where we are welcomed?”
Memories of their home, before now, had always caused more pain than they should have. Now, she could gently bring back the kinder moments, the ones that didn’t feel like a slap in the face. Their village had been small, but it was impossible to deny the feeling of love and family that surrounded every house. There was an innocence to the whole place, one that she longed to pass onto their children. But would they ever be seen as anything other than Greeks? Could their people welcome them back? It didn’t seem like a possibility. If they chose to go home, they would be on their own. What was the point of going back when there was no one to go back to?
No, a part of her felt safer staying here. While the memories of either place were painful, she now had hope. Returning home meant an unknown, but if Dima wished to go then she would follow. The one thing she was certain of was that she would not be parted from his side again.
She glanced a moment at the injury before being pulled into his lap. “It appears as if the Queen should learn to sew. The wound wouldn’t be nearly as horrible if she had sewn the skin together.” Her jest was light, trying to make the situation far less than it was. In reality, she found herself further indebted to the Queen for keeping him alive as she had. “I will have to give her my thanks, then. Even though I am sure you were injured partly because of her.” She let her head fall back onto his good shoulder, damn hair curling onto the bare skin there.
His motions were soothing and tender. It hurt that this sort of thing was not normal for her, but there was a quiet joy in the fact that it would be from now on. She would never have to deal with the touch of a strange man again. Her body, from the moment they were reunited, was her to give as she wished. And she wished only for Dima, for his touch and love till the end of their days. Closing her eyes, she sighed a little as she rested against him. “Promise me something.” She said quite a few moments later. “Promise me that we will always find a way back to one another.” She smiled gently, turning her head so that she could see him. “You made me that promise once, and I did not believe it. But promise me again, and this time, I will.”
Dima was silent for a moment as he considered Olena's question. He had no idea if there was any sort of village left, if there were any survivors that had rebuilt, or moved on to another settlement. At the very least he knew that there were others like them somewhere far away, on a coastline and in forests with cooler breezes and snow that fell like a thick blanket. He saw it in his dreams, the people and places he'd been forced to leave behind. Had the flames that had consumed their home destroyed everyone like them? Or were there still those people like them who remained.
"It would be a long journey to go home. But even if our village is gone, there are others. Our fathers took their goods to other towns and settlements of our people. I dream of going back, but I don't know what there is to go back to."
He gave a sigh and pressed his lips to her hands, drawing the palm up and settling them around his neck as he went back to holding her close. It felt still as if there was too much space between them, he wanted to absorb her into him so that he could keep her safe always and make sure that nothing could cause her any further harm. They had been through so much he couldn't bear anything else happening. Perhaps if they left, took what they needed and went into the countryside, they could start again.
Olena's comment about the queen's sewing abilities had him chuckling, reaching up to tap the tip of her nose in the way he had when he tried and failed to annoy her as a child. It hadn't ever worked, turning instead into a gesture of affection like all of his attempts. "Not everyone can be so talented as you, Lena. I'll let you embroider the next one closed."
As her head laid against his shoulder he resumed his gentle patterns against her back, turning to press a kiss to her forehead and tucking his face into her hair. The quiet sound of the two of them breathing, the gentle slosh of the water around them, it felt as if they were in a protective aura brought on by warmth and darkness against the chill and rain of the outside. The quiet request was one he didn't have to think about for long, giving a gentle squeeze of his arms around her. Reaching to tip her chin up so he could look her in the eye as she shifted toward him, he brushed his hand against her cheek and smiled softly at her. The boy he had been had made the girl she had been so many promises, and all of them had been broken so far save this one. Not because he had intended to do so, but because they had both been broken first.
"I promise. I promise I will always find you, if ever we are apart again. And I won't ever stop searching. And I promise now that I'll never leave you. Only death is taking me from your side again, lysytsya
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Dima was silent for a moment as he considered Olena's question. He had no idea if there was any sort of village left, if there were any survivors that had rebuilt, or moved on to another settlement. At the very least he knew that there were others like them somewhere far away, on a coastline and in forests with cooler breezes and snow that fell like a thick blanket. He saw it in his dreams, the people and places he'd been forced to leave behind. Had the flames that had consumed their home destroyed everyone like them? Or were there still those people like them who remained.
"It would be a long journey to go home. But even if our village is gone, there are others. Our fathers took their goods to other towns and settlements of our people. I dream of going back, but I don't know what there is to go back to."
He gave a sigh and pressed his lips to her hands, drawing the palm up and settling them around his neck as he went back to holding her close. It felt still as if there was too much space between them, he wanted to absorb her into him so that he could keep her safe always and make sure that nothing could cause her any further harm. They had been through so much he couldn't bear anything else happening. Perhaps if they left, took what they needed and went into the countryside, they could start again.
Olena's comment about the queen's sewing abilities had him chuckling, reaching up to tap the tip of her nose in the way he had when he tried and failed to annoy her as a child. It hadn't ever worked, turning instead into a gesture of affection like all of his attempts. "Not everyone can be so talented as you, Lena. I'll let you embroider the next one closed."
As her head laid against his shoulder he resumed his gentle patterns against her back, turning to press a kiss to her forehead and tucking his face into her hair. The quiet sound of the two of them breathing, the gentle slosh of the water around them, it felt as if they were in a protective aura brought on by warmth and darkness against the chill and rain of the outside. The quiet request was one he didn't have to think about for long, giving a gentle squeeze of his arms around her. Reaching to tip her chin up so he could look her in the eye as she shifted toward him, he brushed his hand against her cheek and smiled softly at her. The boy he had been had made the girl she had been so many promises, and all of them had been broken so far save this one. Not because he had intended to do so, but because they had both been broken first.
"I promise. I promise I will always find you, if ever we are apart again. And I won't ever stop searching. And I promise now that I'll never leave you. Only death is taking me from your side again, lysytsya
Dima was silent for a moment as he considered Olena's question. He had no idea if there was any sort of village left, if there were any survivors that had rebuilt, or moved on to another settlement. At the very least he knew that there were others like them somewhere far away, on a coastline and in forests with cooler breezes and snow that fell like a thick blanket. He saw it in his dreams, the people and places he'd been forced to leave behind. Had the flames that had consumed their home destroyed everyone like them? Or were there still those people like them who remained.
"It would be a long journey to go home. But even if our village is gone, there are others. Our fathers took their goods to other towns and settlements of our people. I dream of going back, but I don't know what there is to go back to."
He gave a sigh and pressed his lips to her hands, drawing the palm up and settling them around his neck as he went back to holding her close. It felt still as if there was too much space between them, he wanted to absorb her into him so that he could keep her safe always and make sure that nothing could cause her any further harm. They had been through so much he couldn't bear anything else happening. Perhaps if they left, took what they needed and went into the countryside, they could start again.
Olena's comment about the queen's sewing abilities had him chuckling, reaching up to tap the tip of her nose in the way he had when he tried and failed to annoy her as a child. It hadn't ever worked, turning instead into a gesture of affection like all of his attempts. "Not everyone can be so talented as you, Lena. I'll let you embroider the next one closed."
As her head laid against his shoulder he resumed his gentle patterns against her back, turning to press a kiss to her forehead and tucking his face into her hair. The quiet sound of the two of them breathing, the gentle slosh of the water around them, it felt as if they were in a protective aura brought on by warmth and darkness against the chill and rain of the outside. The quiet request was one he didn't have to think about for long, giving a gentle squeeze of his arms around her. Reaching to tip her chin up so he could look her in the eye as she shifted toward him, he brushed his hand against her cheek and smiled softly at her. The boy he had been had made the girl she had been so many promises, and all of them had been broken so far save this one. Not because he had intended to do so, but because they had both been broken first.
"I promise. I promise I will always find you, if ever we are apart again. And I won't ever stop searching. And I promise now that I'll never leave you. Only death is taking me from your side again, lysytsya
She was a little apprehensive about his answer, not really knowing exactly what she wanted. Home had always been a dream she’d woke up from in tears, unable to own how broken she had been with her abduction. Olena had once thought the only time she would see home would be when she died. What if it wasn’t the same? What if no one cared about them, about their history? They were more Greek now than anything else-- would their people even open their arms to them again?
Or would they be outcasts there, too?
“Perhaps we can figure that all out once this is over.” She said calmly, not really knowing how else to say it. It did not seem like something that would have helped them, not when most of their lives had been spent in Greece or Egypt. Perhaps they could find a little piece of home here, a small piece of land near a river where they could farm. Or perhaps they would settle into the city as a part of the ruling family. But whatever the case, she was simply anxious for it all to be done.
She wanted security. She wanted a home-- with him. Nothing else mattered. Wherever he wished to go, she would follow.
Just like she had done as a child, the tapping of her nose had caused her to stick her tongue out at him. There was no desire to sew him back up, and the pout on her face should have told him just that. “Perhaps avoid people with objects that can cause those wounds and I won’t have to sew you back up, dearest.” Her body curled into him, feeling truly safe for the first time in a few days. The journey had been hard, and while she had been able to mostly stay below, he couldn’t ignore Iason and would have to leave her. When he came back, she was usually underneath the bed, pressed to the floor.
For the first time, she felt like this was the beginning of their lives. She did not wish to leave his side for anything. There was a bit of selfishness in her question, but as he always did, Dima put her mind at ease with a simple touch of her chin. His gaze was intense, as if he was burning the promise into her soul like the brand on her hip. “I cannot be in a world where you are not, my heart.” She said, hands moving to his face to hold him there, “I do not think that I could go on if you were not here with me.” Her confession was raw and real, one that she didn’t want to have to give, but gave anyway.
“But I am yours. I always have been, and I always will be. Here, or home, or wherever the Gods decide to send us. Nothing else matters to me but you.” And with both of their promises on their lips, she leaned in to kiss him deeply, as if determined to seal hers onto his for no one to break.
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She was a little apprehensive about his answer, not really knowing exactly what she wanted. Home had always been a dream she’d woke up from in tears, unable to own how broken she had been with her abduction. Olena had once thought the only time she would see home would be when she died. What if it wasn’t the same? What if no one cared about them, about their history? They were more Greek now than anything else-- would their people even open their arms to them again?
Or would they be outcasts there, too?
“Perhaps we can figure that all out once this is over.” She said calmly, not really knowing how else to say it. It did not seem like something that would have helped them, not when most of their lives had been spent in Greece or Egypt. Perhaps they could find a little piece of home here, a small piece of land near a river where they could farm. Or perhaps they would settle into the city as a part of the ruling family. But whatever the case, she was simply anxious for it all to be done.
She wanted security. She wanted a home-- with him. Nothing else mattered. Wherever he wished to go, she would follow.
Just like she had done as a child, the tapping of her nose had caused her to stick her tongue out at him. There was no desire to sew him back up, and the pout on her face should have told him just that. “Perhaps avoid people with objects that can cause those wounds and I won’t have to sew you back up, dearest.” Her body curled into him, feeling truly safe for the first time in a few days. The journey had been hard, and while she had been able to mostly stay below, he couldn’t ignore Iason and would have to leave her. When he came back, she was usually underneath the bed, pressed to the floor.
For the first time, she felt like this was the beginning of their lives. She did not wish to leave his side for anything. There was a bit of selfishness in her question, but as he always did, Dima put her mind at ease with a simple touch of her chin. His gaze was intense, as if he was burning the promise into her soul like the brand on her hip. “I cannot be in a world where you are not, my heart.” She said, hands moving to his face to hold him there, “I do not think that I could go on if you were not here with me.” Her confession was raw and real, one that she didn’t want to have to give, but gave anyway.
“But I am yours. I always have been, and I always will be. Here, or home, or wherever the Gods decide to send us. Nothing else matters to me but you.” And with both of their promises on their lips, she leaned in to kiss him deeply, as if determined to seal hers onto his for no one to break.
She was a little apprehensive about his answer, not really knowing exactly what she wanted. Home had always been a dream she’d woke up from in tears, unable to own how broken she had been with her abduction. Olena had once thought the only time she would see home would be when she died. What if it wasn’t the same? What if no one cared about them, about their history? They were more Greek now than anything else-- would their people even open their arms to them again?
Or would they be outcasts there, too?
“Perhaps we can figure that all out once this is over.” She said calmly, not really knowing how else to say it. It did not seem like something that would have helped them, not when most of their lives had been spent in Greece or Egypt. Perhaps they could find a little piece of home here, a small piece of land near a river where they could farm. Or perhaps they would settle into the city as a part of the ruling family. But whatever the case, she was simply anxious for it all to be done.
She wanted security. She wanted a home-- with him. Nothing else mattered. Wherever he wished to go, she would follow.
Just like she had done as a child, the tapping of her nose had caused her to stick her tongue out at him. There was no desire to sew him back up, and the pout on her face should have told him just that. “Perhaps avoid people with objects that can cause those wounds and I won’t have to sew you back up, dearest.” Her body curled into him, feeling truly safe for the first time in a few days. The journey had been hard, and while she had been able to mostly stay below, he couldn’t ignore Iason and would have to leave her. When he came back, she was usually underneath the bed, pressed to the floor.
For the first time, she felt like this was the beginning of their lives. She did not wish to leave his side for anything. There was a bit of selfishness in her question, but as he always did, Dima put her mind at ease with a simple touch of her chin. His gaze was intense, as if he was burning the promise into her soul like the brand on her hip. “I cannot be in a world where you are not, my heart.” She said, hands moving to his face to hold him there, “I do not think that I could go on if you were not here with me.” Her confession was raw and real, one that she didn’t want to have to give, but gave anyway.
“But I am yours. I always have been, and I always will be. Here, or home, or wherever the Gods decide to send us. Nothing else matters to me but you.” And with both of their promises on their lips, she leaned in to kiss him deeply, as if determined to seal hers onto his for no one to break.