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Midnight blue eyes wide with shock, the woman pushed the heavy black haired boy away. She heard him land with an unceremonious thud on the tile floor, punctuated with a loud ‘oof’ as the wind was knocked out of him. Ryesen sat up and looked around in confusion, wanting to know where in the world she was. “Don’t worry, you’re fine Ryesen. You’re perfectly safe.” A purple haired woman said and Ryesen raised an eyebrow. “You’re in the informatory.” The nurse answered the unspoken question.
“This is why I don’t help.” The boy muttered as he stood, then made his way to the bathroom. Ryesen watched him go for a moment, wondering why his shirt was torn and covered in blood. A second later, she realized he was the one to catch her, and who had brought her here. She noticed the dark bruises that covered his body as he left, and forced herself to suppress the memories they brought up.
She waited for him to return so she could thank him before she left. When he finally did return, she was breathless to say it. He had removed his shirt and apparently washed something from his hair because it was matted to his head. Eyes as green as the untouched forests of Lancor shone out from his handsome, if wet, face.
Between those beautiful eyes was a long, straight nose above a pair of plump, kissable lips. It took a short moment for the princess to find her voice at the sight of his perfect body. Strong compact muscles covered his chest and she tried not to melt. His body was perfect, far more so than she would have ever expected to see on a mere mortal. His shirt was on his arm, with what she guessed her blood drying on it slowly. He pitched it and she blinked several times before he asked Jasa, “When the hell are you going to get some damn towels?”
Jasa huffed indignantly before announcing her return to her room. The man’s eyes turned to her. She forced herself to regain both breath and composure. “Thank you for your help.” Ryesen said shortly before attempting to jump off the bed. He caught her by the waist inches from the ground and she looked up at him in annoyance. “Excuse me; I have to get to class.” She said dryly, ignoring the heat that coursed through her at his touch as he smirked at her knowingly. Ryesen hated t when people knew things about her that she didn’t. “What is it?” she asked as he placed her back on the bed.
“You can’t walk, at least not on your left leg. I’d be more than glad to carry you though.” He said politely and she pouted, crossing her arms. She needed to get to class, but how could she allow herself to be dependant on someone else? She didn’t even know his name for the Gods’ sake. More important than her pride though was that she needed to have Ewing off her case. After a long moment, she resigned herself the fact that she needed his help.
“What’s your name?”
“My name is Colton Archer.” He said before abandoning his shirt and picking her up gently. “May I ask what your name is?” the man continued politely.
“It’s Ryesen Saxon. I need to go to Ms. Aldrich’s class.” She said, consciously keeping her voice flat as he cradled her against his chest. His skin was an oddly welcome warmth against her exposed skin, and that warmth spread to unexpected places. He held her silently as she tried to push away the feelings that spread through her body at his soft, warm touch. He leaned over slightly and she draped an arm around his neck, afraid to be dropped. He closed his eyes a moment to her confusion before they burst from his back.
Large, pitch black wings accentuated with crimson exploded before he stood up straight again, flapping them several times as if they were sore. Ryesen lost her breath at the sight of the beautiful Elvin wings. Only the most powerful Elves could conjure, much less maintain them, and the size was unheard of. The room hardly seemed large enough to hold them. .“Sorry about that, I haven’t used these in a while.” He said lightly, shocking her even further. How could he be so nonchalant while maintaining such large, power consuming wings?
Surely he was simply being macho. Even believing that he was pretending not to be in severe pain, no sign of it showed on its face. He shook his head as if ridding himself of some minor irritation, then looked at the door. “Oops.” She ignored the sight of his beautiful, black and red wings and looked at the door.
“Okay, what now genius?” Ryesen asked sharply as he realized his mistake. He looked down at the sharp tongued woman as she spoke. Her beautiful deep blue eyes, shone in annoyance as she crossed her arms over her bosom. He began to wonder what exactly he had gotten himself into with her.
“Calm yourself, little spitfire.” He responded quickly, opening the door. The elf let his wings spread out behind him and stepped trough the door with no trouble. Ryesen muttered something that was almost certainly an insult and he jumped into the air, causing her throw her arms back around his neck. He stretched his wings almost unconsciously, with a heavy sigh. It gave him great pleasure to feel his wings extended again, even if they were only extended to two hundred feet. The woman in her arms cleared her throat and he nodded. She was particularly impatient and he should have found that irritating.
He flew in the direction of Aldrich’s outdoor class with as much speed as he could force himself to muster. That wasn’t to say she would be participating in the class, only that she wouldn’t be absent. Colton had taken his welfare into his own hands when he had caught her and again when he had offered to carry her to class. She was his responsibility and surprisingly, he did not mind very much at all.
They landed gently in Aldrich’s court yard and Colton nodded at the flabbergasted teacher. She had been ranting bout Ryesen and how she was always either late or absent. “Sorry I’m late ma’am. I tried to be on time, but a young knight shot me. Colton, be careful, I don’t want any splinters.” Ryesen said before he put her on a tree stump. Colton stopped, nodded and placed her on the grass
“I will be, Ryesen. Let me get you something to cover that.” Colton said, walking away, his hand sliding down her arm. She smiled at him, gently, for a short second forgetting who she was and why she was so cold. It was only a small touch, but it was so gentle and it was rare that anyone was that gentle with her. He returned as the smile slipped away and placed the cover over the tree stump.
“Oh, yes, meet Colton.” Ryesen said as Colton carried her over to a tree stump that was just tall enough to let her feet dangle above the ground. He began to stand after sitting the woman on the tree stump she turned to her teacher. She had the most beautiful profile he had ever seen. Long, rich, midnight blue hair fell in her slim face. Thin, slightly arched brows hovered over small, almond eyes. A long, aristocratic nose sat above a pair of kissable pink lips. When a weak wind blew the hair out of her tan, heart shaped face; he shook himself and turned to Aldrich.
“Ryesen will not be able to partake in today’s class.” Colton said and Ryesen did not waste a moment contradicting him.
“Yes, she will.” Ryesen said, trying to stand and he caught her by the waist and he sat her on the stump again. She glared at him, irritated that he felt he had the right to tell her what to do. He did not even know her from Lilith.
“No she will not, because she cannot stand.” He said harshly and she said nothing, surprised by him. No one had ever spoken to her in such a commanding tone. No one had the guts do such a dangerous thing. Never had she been given orders of any kind, but her father and she had ignored him. Instead of having him struck down, as she well should have, her only response was looking away from him. She hated when someone else was right and when it put her in a weakened, vulnerable state.
“Now, since she does not want to aggravate her wound, I will be taking her place.” He said, looking at her intently. He was shocked by the honest concern he had for her. He wasn’t sure how she felt about being so single mindedly concerned for this girl’s health. It simply wasn’t normal. He hardly cared for any person other than himself, simply because he had learned it was a dangerous thing to do
“Are you truly not going to partake in today’s lesson, Ryesen?” Arlo asked and Ryesen nodded, accepting that Colton had no plans to let so much as a splinter befall her. Arlo looked to the ground, disappointed and Ryesen smiled wickedly. She would be able to get some small dose of revenge.
“Do not worry. You heard Colton. He will take my place. As such, I will be teaching you, but he will be guiding you.” Colton looked at her, confused and she only gave him a wicked smirk. Her point was clear; one of them would teach the boy and she did not truly care which of them it was.
He growled low in his throat at her and she shifted on the stump. She felt uncomfortably hot all of a sudden. When the low, feral sound escaped him, it made her envision things she had rarely ever envisioned before. She could not help it when the vision of him on top of her, climbing up her body and repeating the sound, time and again. “Ryesen, do you plan to guide this kid or not?” Colton asked, pulling her back to reality.
“Yes, of course. I’m working on it. Just be patient.” She responded, attempting to clear her head, but the thoughts simply refused to fade. He stretched and managed to make her situation all the worse. “Just start with the long spears off to the left.” She said, and discreetly looked over his strong, sinewy form as he reached for the spears. Oh, good goddess, how he wished he had not removed his shirt. At least then, she would have been able to concentrate on Arlo’s lesson and not Colton’s perfect body.
She spent about an hour teaching Arlo and making Colton sweat. Only when Arlo was on his back, panting and Colton had the spear to Arlo’s throat for the eighth time, did she stop the lesson. Arlo smiled fondly at her before turning away to go to his room. She watched Colton’s chest rise and fall as he panted, tiredly. Her eyes returned to his face as he looked at her, irritation clear. “You need a shower.” She said and a bland look crossed his face. He took her by the waist, tossed her into the air and caught her. He pulled her tight against his chest and she shouted. “Gross. This is just great. I didn’t even do anything and now I need a shower.”
He smiled as he looked up at him and she began to protest sternly, “No. No, no, no, no.” He took off any way and pulled her tight against his chest, enjoying the fell of her hair caressing his skin. She continued to protest in his arms as he flew, right up until the moment he landed at the edge of the forest. “Where are you taking me?” She asked and he smirked at her.
“Just hold on tight and swear you won’t tell anyone.” She swore and wrapped her arms around his neck. He pulled her tight against him and he flew through the forest. He rubbed her back to calm her as he thought. He did not know why he was taking her to this place. Why was he bringing this strange, wicked woman to his sanctuary? He had never let anyone come to this place, but somehow, she was different from others he knew. When they finally arrived, he stopped in front of the last wall of trees that hid his sanctuary.
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Call of the Night ~~~ 3
