Category: The Aria of Aramintheon

As always, Araminta could will herself to sleep just about anywhere, so there curled up safe and sound on Theon’s lap it took no struggle at all to doze away. Grumbling under her breath here and there with a hint that her dreams were not so sweet, though it thankfully never sent her into being…

Araminta allowed Theon his space to feel as he needed to feel until he was ready to come back to her. Of course, her assumption was that it would last a day at longest. That by evening he’d return to her even if he was not ready to speak, because that was the promise he’d…

By the time the first grey light threaded faintly through the seams of the hut, the fire in them had burned itself into something quieter. The night smelled thick of sweat and sex, a heady perfume that clung to their skin and the air around them. He’d managed, somewhere in the blur of it all,…

The flight was long and cold, the wind biting far sharper than the sea-salt warmth of the island. Even through the dragon’s sheltered grip, the high-altitude air cut with winter’s teeth. Clouds parted like thin veils around Talon’s wings, and the mainland stretched wide beneath them, pale and breathless in the dawn’s chill. She clung…

The door of the hut thudded lightly shut behind him as Theon stepped into the thick, humid morning air. The scent of salt and wet earth rolled in from the sea, mingling with the rich, green perfume of the island. He moved with quiet certainty, his bare feet finding the narrow trails and soft patches…

Imagine Araminta’s surprise come the first chirp of morning birds, her typical alarm clock when she’d not been under some curse or spell, to find that Theon was still right there dozing away peacefully. She couldn’t help but stay there as long as she could, putting this peaceful state of rest to memory. Afraid that…

As expected, he may have slept in the bed but staying in it was a whole other deal. One he had not promised to. So it surely wasn’t any sort of surprise that come the proper cut of light across the horizon, he had risen. Set to work once more! To complete the steps that…

Araminta did love the sound of a lively ruckus, being such a sociable thing as she was. As much as she valued her quiet time alone with just Theon, these interactions seemed to fuel her forward better than anything else. And it was just the right remedy too for keeping her own self actie and…

For once he might be able to admit that he was plenty tired after the completing the efforts of cleaning that of the tub area. Assuring that it was plenty useable for the next person. Feeling the tug and dull throbs of muscles that were silently asking for a time to sit and rest. Not…

It was unclear how time had moved, only that at some point he was angling attention towards the sound of footsteps creeping up to the door of the place occupied and was moving to shelter Araminta beneath the blankets. Even lightly moving her to take up residence to where his heated spot was. Rising carefully…

A soft landing was not in the cards, though it was certainly wet. Not that Araminta had a clue of what happened when her backside was no longer sliding down smooth stone and suddenly she was free falling in the air. She’d landed hard enough in an unceremonious heap that it that it knocked all the…

Traveling to this old battleground did not take more than an hour or two, leaving them with more than enough daylight to work with. Or so Araminta had thought! Before it was even time for Theon to leave his faeish horsey form something around them had felt different. Araminta had gotten used to the way…

Had he known she was amused by the likelihood of his lack of escape from the overly fluffed cushion of the bedding, he might have had a word or two about his strong distaste. It was like trying to swim through gelatin and without waking Araminta, the task was practically impossible. The operative word being…

When the sun cracked through the window to be a general nuisance, Araminta was not even the slightest bit surprised to find that she was alone. Being truly spoiled indeed on those rare days he was actually there in bed to wake up with. Supposing that it would always be this way, that even on…

It took a bit still to make himself conceded to the need of sleep but was disturbed to awakefulness at the sound of door ever so s l o w l y creaking open. Pulling gaze upon and the telling sounds of scurrying feet giving way to knees and hands. Certainly not being the stealthy sneak that…

Araminta awoke the next morning later than she should, still feeling off and grumbling at the sunlight through the window with a sort of reluctant to move energy that had everything to do with the state of her mind and thankfully not a problem with her body. Finding that while she still felt off, it was…

The means of talking with Madam Jasa had proven to be generally fruitful as she didn’t seem to be put out with the idea that they would be leaving the tavern or inn alike. It was business after all and the room they occupied was always a hot seller. Not all rooms had a personal…

Sleep was in fact something he desperately needed. Not even sure by the time he did properly awake that he was awake. Being tugged done in a sense of repeated behaviour from the seeking beast that was the slumbering demon to ensure he was pulled down and held down for hours. Admittedly he could easily write that…

It had been an active decision to avoid toiling herself up to the woman’s room to wake her when it was still the buttcrack of dawn. Why should she also suffer the lapse of rest because of something that hadn’t been planned or known? It seemed foolish even if perhaps withholding the information for a…

Araminta took this warning to heart, understanding fully that a new location too was worth being wary about. Gusteau’s grizzly murder spree meant anyone would be side eyeing a young woman of Araminta’s very looks. Being only freshly dead, the news could not have gotten out too far just yet. And if it had, that…

Once he was certain she had properly fallen asleep deep enough, he very carefully slipped out from that of the bed. Taking due care to ensure the princess was tucked in nice and cozy then stoking the fire to be sure that no heat was liable to be lost. With the outside world getting colder, it was…

Araminta did not escape dreams, nor were they even close to sweet, but he’d not been wrong that his bitter tea and supportive presence was enough to deter away the worse of it. There was no flailing or flopping, turning or twisting. No kicking of legs and limbs or quiet nightmare filled sobbing. She did…

Come morning, after a sleepless night, Araminta had to face her new reality of being on her own once again. As tempting as it was to just hideaway in the little bed and become a living statue here in this holy temple, it’d be such a rude thing to do to all of the priests…

Always with the best of intentions, Araminta stayed awake well into the night. Fretting inwardly that he still seemed so skittish and unsure how she would be able to help him through it. Things could not be rushed and forced into being fixed, she knew that… still, to know that he hurt so much and…

When they did arrive, Araminta found with a twist in her gut that the ‘cave’ she was supposed to enter looked more like a small hole in the side of a cliff and was in actuality the entrance to an old mine shaft. Whatever these seeds belonged to, they were going to be deep down…

Araminta slept so deeply, dreamlessly, so late into the morning it almost seemed as if she were never going to wake up at all. Barely having moved during the night, except when Theon shifted his weight and just by proxy of closeness she’d shift too. It wasn’t until the sun was high in the sky,…

When he finally started to tug back to awareness, he couldn’t remember the length of time he had even been out. A sort of dull unawareness holding the slow waking thoughts like hoarded pennies. Refusing to give it up due to the fact that if it did, then he would truly be awake once more.…

This was just another piece of himself. Familiar. Normal. The idea that it was strange was not even a blip on his radar, actually if anything, he might have noticed that she found it unusual. Though unsaid, there was something about his ability to sense things that felt on a different level in such a…

Collecting himself had been easy enough. The want to just keep watch of things was a measure of control. To feel like it was within his grasp to manage and maintain something by his rules. And to continue avoiding the parts of thoughts were too newly restless to be anything functional. After the means of…

The fourth trial – in Araminta’s educated opinion – must’ve been one of giving a sense of false accomplishment to ambitious warriors. Fetch a rat tailed cod. Before she’d started the trials she’d found out it wasn’t as simple as going to any lake or river to find it. This particular fish had only ever been…

Araminta slept in far longer than she should have and found it difficult to wake, but that was becoming more and more common these days. Luckily there was no need to travel by a timeline, so even though there we a bit late to delivering their bounty of branches and sticks to the weapons smith…

Sometime past midday, when they’d finally reached the borders of the enchanted forest, Araminta had taken to holding his arm again where the terrain became uneven and unstable steps would shoot little twinges of pain up her leg. Like before, the forest had this serene ethereal feel to it… although this time less threateningly so…

Unlike some that might not be easily able to manipulate another into laying down, he seemed capable enough of doing so. Only around when he finally awoke where the sun was likely cresting across the horizon. Making use of limbs to have some movement, he made an effort to take the rounded quilt of a…

Araminta was having a far better time of things. At first. The Ghost’s – Theon’s, she was going to have to get used to the name – hut remained a safe place for her to get her wits together and make her plans. Taking the necessary time to rest, as she promised, while not neglecting…

True to her promise, Araminta spend the rest of that day inside the tiny hut, finishing off that cooked rabbit and sleeping curled up by the fire. It was extraordinary even to her just how much her body had needed real food and actual sleep. And though it wasn’t exactly comfortable sleep, it did wonders for giving…