Eldon's head was forcefully cocked to the side as the lingering burning ache vibrated on his cheek. Yes, that was actually a bad choice. Maybe anger was better than the sorrow she was struggling with moments ago. The Drykas were proud, just knowing what each one was proud about was difficult. Eldon was surprised to find that she immediately regretted striking him. He thought he deserved it, perhaps. He moaned lightly. Once she lifted her hand to his face though, his eyes were instantly drawn to the exposed shoulder. He was quick to take the fur and hold it back over her. He might get away with staring at her when they were drunk and out of their wits, but he wouldn't dare now, not while he was sober and logical (somewhat). "We both were." If Arabella saw herself as nothing but a whore, then he could be no better than taking advantage of someone smaller, weaker, and drunk. It was a double edged sword. "Feel a bit better?" Eldon knew that when he was angry, hitting something, throwing his axes, or riding across the plains in reckless speed of the strider under him always helped. Striking, though hardly permitted, could sometimes fit the role. Perhaps now it did. "Your brother is the Ankal of your Pavilion then?" Eldon wanted to challenge it, but if he was the Ankal, then there was little he could do about it. Defy tradition, whenever his father fought his entire life to keep it, would be a spit in the face on all the Sunkiss Ankal before him. To challenge an Ankal word was quite literally breaking one of the Seven Drykas Laws. It was not an option. He loved his people too much to be outcast from them. However, he had friends, his brother, his cousin, there were several that would back him up. Sama'el, Matasol, Denen, maybe even Dymphna and Vanator. If they supported him, went to Kayiri with him then he just might be forced to accept the proposal or lose the trust of the Drykas as an appropriate leader of his pavilion. Eldon lowered his head, imagining what possibilities there were available to make this work. Some loophole. Anything. It wasn't until Arabella mentioned the dangers of such a devious relationship that Eldon lifted his head again to stare at her, a shimmer of hope ignited in his eyes. It would be temporary until they got permission, but dangerous. Eldon was prepared to take that risk if she was. He nodded. Then she leaned forward. Their lips connected, awkward at first as Eldon was more surprised than anything, then it felt familiar. More than familiar, comfortable. More than comfortable, but right. Even more than right, but necessary. Eldon's cheeks took a faint pinkish tint once again as his eyes closed, he leaned back towards her. The passion was still there, even though the alcohol was gone. Sure, he still had the headache, but at that moment, he wouldn't have noticed. Eldon's hand released the fur that was partially hiding her nude body. He only released that so he could hold onto her. His left arm moved under the blanket behind her back, the other to the back of her neck where his thumb alone would trace small circles behind her ear. They sat there for a moment, one long exciting, blood pumping, body warming moment that lasted for what seemed one long welcomed hour, then she pulled back. Eldon slowly opened his eyes again, his face was only inches from hers, but he looked down towards her lips. Inviting. Accepting. Fragile and strong at the same time. Soft and firm. "If you still think it's better to end this now, you might want to." Eldon was in, if she was going to take this journey with him, driven by lust and passion, we would dive in head first. If secrecy was required, so be it. He would do that if he could kiss those lips again. If he had to fight Kayiri tooth and claw over Arabella, so be it. Eldon would neither back down nor give up. Eldon's lower lip quivered lightly, he beckoned for more, but he had to know for certain she was willing to do this. Eldon was ready to take the dive into deep water, but he wasn't about to push her just so he might find her waiting for him. No, she had to make this choice herself. |