She noted the shuddering, the way Fallon looked as if she were possessed of sensitivity beyond her normal reactions. Not from a simple touching at least. She pondered why that would be but quickly found that she held no answer - it could have been anything. The charged atmosphere, the reveling in enjoyment of the moment or a byproduct of whatever it is she had just done. She took it for what it was and smiled at the words as she continued to toy with the hair at her fingertips. They were loose plaits she was forming, easily shaken out but that wasn’t the point of them, they were simple acts and fulfilled the promise of control, or the semblance of it. Fallon was clearly toying with her in her own way. Words, she was consummate with words.
“Yes…scream. I would dare you to again but we both know you will try without the spur or not. I shall look forwards to the attempts Wolf,” she responded softly, thoughtfully, “I should spend more time with you clearly. I am away too often trying to keep things going. I will be sure to make more time for you” she continued, a slight pang of guilt threading through at that fact.
There was so much to do, to plan and make into physical endeavor. People to meet, to cajole and convince. She couldn’t stop the work that was so important but perhaps she had slightly neglected that which was more important. She frowned slightly, wondering whether the words had been stated as a confirmation of that or whether they were simply said because she needed to say them. She knew there was comfort in admitting something, in trying to find a solution with the help of others. She controlled her face carefully so that the flinch did not come at that mental observation. She had her own regret that would need to be admitted at some point.
Not now, not when she is finally having fun. Later…when she is a bit better. I can’t look after her if she doesn’t want me here. No…later she told herself, the same words that had been circling in her mind since the aftermath began. Kept delaying, pushing it off. She told herself was logical but deep down she knew it was cowardice.
“I could get you more books? Games? Or I could help you move somewhere else if you like? Lars downstairs, one of the men watching out, he says there has been no danger. No searching so far that we can see. Perhaps it is safe to do so?” she suggested, she knew it wasn’t the lack of entertainment so much as being strapped to the bed that was eating at Fallon slowly. Mercilessly.
“Letting me you say? If you say so. We’ll see soon enough,” she continued the working of her fingers - four were done now - and grinned in challenge, “and you are both I think. When the mood takes you, depending upon the mood. I will not tickle you then, clearly it wouldn’t…work?” she merely paused, leaving it open to suggestion that perhaps it might. Fallon’s arms had shot down rather quickly at its mention, a tell perhaps. The prod of her nose and she blinked, looking at Fallon in response dead-pan.
“I can hear it on the inside Wolf, on the inside,” she continued to listen to the tone of voice, changing in rumination as the explanation came soon afterwards and she pursed her lips in thought, “this surprises you? You are talented and intelligent. You were bound to reach his level of abilities one day. Does it not make him a good mentor that you reached them so soon in your life? That you can now work towards surpassing him?” she posed the question seriously, humor was not appropriate to reflection.
Then came the offer, the gazing into her emerald and fingers let the hair fall loose and she leant back in consideration. She held the gaze, met the challenge firmly. She knew bargaining when she saw it and it was directly before her. She raised an eyebrow, Fallon had once told her that she didn’t like such games. It was clearly not the case now and she considered why that might be. She was clearly planning something, everything had led up to the offer and it was posed with a purr almost.
“Clearly I have been rubbing off on you Wolf, you usually reject such bargaining. Very well…deal. No gifts to help you this time though” she tapped Fallon’s mark and twisted her head.
She stood up, wondering. Trying to get into Fallon’s mindset and think the way she did. It was difficult at the best of times, despite the fact that she loved woman she had never claimed to understand them. She didn’t even understand herself. She started with her discarded garments, gathering them up and looking within, fingers probing their depths. Nothing was found and so she set them upon the table. Next under the table, just in case she had found some ingenious way to stick it there without it falling. Nothing. The kettle and the pots. What little belongings that remained to them were sifted through slowly as she continued to ponder. Where would she hide it?
Under the bed? Under…herself? Oh that would be just like her! Put it in plain sight almost and watch me dance. At least she will be amused still she told herself as she shifted to her knees and searched the nooks underneath the bed. She probed the frame, found nothing.
Behind the table she looked next, opening the drawer quickly and still nothing was uncovered. She growled and looked down at Fallon, jumped forwards and slipped fingers underneath her as gently as she could to find…nothing.
“You aren’t moving it as I go are you? I know you can do that you little minx. That would be cheating you know,” she warned as the playfulness consumed her once more, “No…nt yet. don’t give up yet” she muttered.
One more mad dash around the room to try to win the game and this time everything was searched thrice, discarded sideways to the floor. By the end she still held nothing but the room was truly in a state of disarray. She snorted and returned to the chair to sit down with crossed legs, not meeting that gaze in defeat.
“You win then. Where was it? And what do you want of me…Wolf”
“Yes…scream. I would dare you to again but we both know you will try without the spur or not. I shall look forwards to the attempts Wolf,” she responded softly, thoughtfully, “I should spend more time with you clearly. I am away too often trying to keep things going. I will be sure to make more time for you” she continued, a slight pang of guilt threading through at that fact.
There was so much to do, to plan and make into physical endeavor. People to meet, to cajole and convince. She couldn’t stop the work that was so important but perhaps she had slightly neglected that which was more important. She frowned slightly, wondering whether the words had been stated as a confirmation of that or whether they were simply said because she needed to say them. She knew there was comfort in admitting something, in trying to find a solution with the help of others. She controlled her face carefully so that the flinch did not come at that mental observation. She had her own regret that would need to be admitted at some point.
Not now, not when she is finally having fun. Later…when she is a bit better. I can’t look after her if she doesn’t want me here. No…later she told herself, the same words that had been circling in her mind since the aftermath began. Kept delaying, pushing it off. She told herself was logical but deep down she knew it was cowardice.
“I could get you more books? Games? Or I could help you move somewhere else if you like? Lars downstairs, one of the men watching out, he says there has been no danger. No searching so far that we can see. Perhaps it is safe to do so?” she suggested, she knew it wasn’t the lack of entertainment so much as being strapped to the bed that was eating at Fallon slowly. Mercilessly.
“Letting me you say? If you say so. We’ll see soon enough,” she continued the working of her fingers - four were done now - and grinned in challenge, “and you are both I think. When the mood takes you, depending upon the mood. I will not tickle you then, clearly it wouldn’t…work?” she merely paused, leaving it open to suggestion that perhaps it might. Fallon’s arms had shot down rather quickly at its mention, a tell perhaps. The prod of her nose and she blinked, looking at Fallon in response dead-pan.
“I can hear it on the inside Wolf, on the inside,” she continued to listen to the tone of voice, changing in rumination as the explanation came soon afterwards and she pursed her lips in thought, “this surprises you? You are talented and intelligent. You were bound to reach his level of abilities one day. Does it not make him a good mentor that you reached them so soon in your life? That you can now work towards surpassing him?” she posed the question seriously, humor was not appropriate to reflection.
Then came the offer, the gazing into her emerald and fingers let the hair fall loose and she leant back in consideration. She held the gaze, met the challenge firmly. She knew bargaining when she saw it and it was directly before her. She raised an eyebrow, Fallon had once told her that she didn’t like such games. It was clearly not the case now and she considered why that might be. She was clearly planning something, everything had led up to the offer and it was posed with a purr almost.
“Clearly I have been rubbing off on you Wolf, you usually reject such bargaining. Very well…deal. No gifts to help you this time though” she tapped Fallon’s mark and twisted her head.
She stood up, wondering. Trying to get into Fallon’s mindset and think the way she did. It was difficult at the best of times, despite the fact that she loved woman she had never claimed to understand them. She didn’t even understand herself. She started with her discarded garments, gathering them up and looking within, fingers probing their depths. Nothing was found and so she set them upon the table. Next under the table, just in case she had found some ingenious way to stick it there without it falling. Nothing. The kettle and the pots. What little belongings that remained to them were sifted through slowly as she continued to ponder. Where would she hide it?
Under the bed? Under…herself? Oh that would be just like her! Put it in plain sight almost and watch me dance. At least she will be amused still she told herself as she shifted to her knees and searched the nooks underneath the bed. She probed the frame, found nothing.
Behind the table she looked next, opening the drawer quickly and still nothing was uncovered. She growled and looked down at Fallon, jumped forwards and slipped fingers underneath her as gently as she could to find…nothing.
“You aren’t moving it as I go are you? I know you can do that you little minx. That would be cheating you know,” she warned as the playfulness consumed her once more, “No…nt yet. don’t give up yet” she muttered.
One more mad dash around the room to try to win the game and this time everything was searched thrice, discarded sideways to the floor. By the end she still held nothing but the room was truly in a state of disarray. She snorted and returned to the chair to sit down with crossed legs, not meeting that gaze in defeat.
“You win then. Where was it? And what do you want of me…Wolf”
