((Leads directly on from The Strength To Forgive.))
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Time passed slowly under the warm sun of Avalon, and slowly Natalya's thoughts drifted, leaving her dozing in the shade, her hand lying fond over Rhys' heart as he slept off the weariness of his ordeal, promising herself that dozing was all she was going to do. She would be awake for him when he roused.
Rhys slipped quickly into a deep, peaceful sleep - more peaceful and restful than he had slept in years. Vaguely aware of her fingers combing through his hair, gently comforting, he was reminded of his mother so many years ago doing the same thing, lulling him to sleep with a soft caress and soothing words. The memory brought no pain to him this time, only fond memories.
Settled with his head in her lap, his breathing grew soft and even, blissfully wrapped up in dreams that brought a soft smile to his face, dreams of a promised future. He saw their faces, heard their laughter, caught the pair of them up in his arms and spun them in place - a boy and a girl, as beautiful as his Natalya. She was there with them in the dream, laughing along with them, swollen with the expectation of a third child. Whether the dream was a gift from the Lady, a preview of their future, or simply wishful thinking, he didn't know, but he felt happier in that dream than he ever had before in his entire life.
How long he laid there, asleep on her lap, he wasn't sure. It seemed like a few minutes; it seemed like years. By the time he awoke, the sun had reached its zenith in the sky, and though he'd only been asleep a few short hours, he felt awake and renewed like he'd slept all day. He felt hungry, to be sure, but rested and at peace with the world. He smiled up at her through half-lidded eyes, dark lashes fringing eyes as green as emeralds. "Hey..." he muttered, drawing a deep breath of the warm, afternoon air.
She blinked herself from her doze the moment she felt him stirring, the gentle curl of her fingers through his hair renewed even as he greeted her with his smiling hello. Tipping her head forward, she smiled back to him, laughing a little as her curls spilled forward to brush against his brow and nose. "Did you have sweet dreams, my love?"
He laughed and brushed her curls from his face as they tickled his nose, reaching to slide his fingers through her hair and wrap them gently around the back of her neck. "I dreamed about us and our children," he told her quietly with a smile, his voice reflecting the heartfelt desire for that dream to come true, in time.
Her smile warmed, not minding the strange curl of her body over him as he wrapped his fingers to the curve of her neck. "So did I," she confessed softly, touching a kiss to the tip of his nose. "I dreamed of them bursting into this little place and forcing you to wake up and play with them." The laugh that accompanied this was a little too gleeful at that thought, almost expecting it to become a self-fulfilling prophesy of the future.
"Really?" he asked, eyes widening a little as he'd had nearly the same dream. "I suppose that could happen," he remarked after a moment of thought. "I mean, they'd be welcome here, wouldn't they?" He couldn't see why they wouldn't be, as their children would be presumably favored by the Lady. His fingers drifted to caress her cheek, as he mulled over his own question.
"Of course they would," Nat declared confidently, wriggling her fingers against the leather of his jerkin. "You do not think the Lady would deny entry to Avalon for our children, do you? Because I, for one, am not leaving them alone on Earth while we visit. Could you imagine the catastrophes we could end up returning to?"
"I didn't mean the Lady," he replied, sitting up abruptly and running a hand through his hair, his brain firing now that he was rested and awake, a thought coming to mind and not one that was a pleasant one. "I vowed to protect them and to protect you, and I'm going to keep that promise."
Nat lurched backward only just in time to avoid being brained by Rhys' sudden up-sit, though she still managed to thump her head against the tree she was sitting against. Wincing a little as she rubbed the offended part of her scalp, she looked at him in concerned confusion. "You cannot think anyone here would wish harm to us or our family, surely?"
But there was no use in worrying over something that hadn't happened yet and might not happen for some time. He regarded her thoughtfully a moment, wondering if he should continue along this line of thought or let it go for now. He frowned as she thumped her head on the tree and he reached over to brush his fingers against the back of her head. "Sorry," he said apologetically. "I'm just being stupid." He brushed a kiss against her cheek, deciding to change the subject. There would be time for talk later. "You hungry' I'm hungry enough to eat a horse!"
The Lady had hinted at a shadow from their past haunting their future, but he didn't have any idea what she was referring to and he saw no reason to darken the joy of this day by telling Natalya just yet.
The abrupt subject change might have given her reason to press him, but she had already decided not to wear him down with worries. Not today. She smirked as his lips brushed her cheek. "I would not say that too loudly around here," she warned him in amusement. "They may have one slaughtered and cooking before you can tell them it is a joke." Her fingertips stroked along the line of his jaw, enjoying the gentle rasp of his ever growing stubble. "We should eat," she agreed with a smile. "We still have a few things to do today."
He smiled, reaching for her hand as he climbed to his feet to pull her along with him. "Come, my lady. 'Tis time to slake our thirst and break our fast." He flashed a silly grin, whatever had briefly shadowed his thoughts just as quickly forgotten. "How's that' This Knight thing is a piece of cake."
"Champion, dusha moya," she corrected him laughingly, easily distracted from heavier concerns by his silliness today. She didn't want to dwell too much on the suggestions of darkness when the light was something to celebrate. Up on her feet, she bounced up, throwing her arms around his neck and planting a sound kiss on his lips that didn't last nearly long enough. "Forsooth, sirrah, mayhaps the wilderness yonder doth conceal some lusty cooking wench in the garb of a virtuous maid who may yet slake thy thirst and fill thy belly."
"I don't know what that means, Champion. What's the difference?" he asked, as he pulled her to her feet and found her flinging her arms around his neck, a kiss to his lips. He grinned back at her, his arms going around her waist to hold her close. "I have all the lusty wench I need right here." He bent his head to press a fervid kiss against her lips, stirring another kind of hunger that would more than likely have to wait for darkness to be satisfied.
Silenced by his kiss, Nat gave into it whole-heartedly only to gently draw back with a low, husky giggle. "You will make me forget my own name again, Rhys," she warned him, unhooking her arms from around him to begin the task of untangling herself without getting caught on the buckles that lined his chest and stomach. Her hand touched the empty scabbard at his side, a tiny knowing smile tilted her lips, and she turned away to try and hide it. That secret wasn't hers to tell, after all. "Come, let us see if we can find you something to quench one hunger before we meet with the Grand Master."
Time passed slowly under the warm sun of Avalon, and slowly Natalya's thoughts drifted, leaving her dozing in the shade, her hand lying fond over Rhys' heart as he slept off the weariness of his ordeal, promising herself that dozing was all she was going to do. She would be awake for him when he roused.
Rhys slipped quickly into a deep, peaceful sleep - more peaceful and restful than he had slept in years. Vaguely aware of her fingers combing through his hair, gently comforting, he was reminded of his mother so many years ago doing the same thing, lulling him to sleep with a soft caress and soothing words. The memory brought no pain to him this time, only fond memories.
Settled with his head in her lap, his breathing grew soft and even, blissfully wrapped up in dreams that brought a soft smile to his face, dreams of a promised future. He saw their faces, heard their laughter, caught the pair of them up in his arms and spun them in place - a boy and a girl, as beautiful as his Natalya. She was there with them in the dream, laughing along with them, swollen with the expectation of a third child. Whether the dream was a gift from the Lady, a preview of their future, or simply wishful thinking, he didn't know, but he felt happier in that dream than he ever had before in his entire life.
How long he laid there, asleep on her lap, he wasn't sure. It seemed like a few minutes; it seemed like years. By the time he awoke, the sun had reached its zenith in the sky, and though he'd only been asleep a few short hours, he felt awake and renewed like he'd slept all day. He felt hungry, to be sure, but rested and at peace with the world. He smiled up at her through half-lidded eyes, dark lashes fringing eyes as green as emeralds. "Hey..." he muttered, drawing a deep breath of the warm, afternoon air.
She blinked herself from her doze the moment she felt him stirring, the gentle curl of her fingers through his hair renewed even as he greeted her with his smiling hello. Tipping her head forward, she smiled back to him, laughing a little as her curls spilled forward to brush against his brow and nose. "Did you have sweet dreams, my love?"
He laughed and brushed her curls from his face as they tickled his nose, reaching to slide his fingers through her hair and wrap them gently around the back of her neck. "I dreamed about us and our children," he told her quietly with a smile, his voice reflecting the heartfelt desire for that dream to come true, in time.
Her smile warmed, not minding the strange curl of her body over him as he wrapped his fingers to the curve of her neck. "So did I," she confessed softly, touching a kiss to the tip of his nose. "I dreamed of them bursting into this little place and forcing you to wake up and play with them." The laugh that accompanied this was a little too gleeful at that thought, almost expecting it to become a self-fulfilling prophesy of the future.
"Really?" he asked, eyes widening a little as he'd had nearly the same dream. "I suppose that could happen," he remarked after a moment of thought. "I mean, they'd be welcome here, wouldn't they?" He couldn't see why they wouldn't be, as their children would be presumably favored by the Lady. His fingers drifted to caress her cheek, as he mulled over his own question.
"Of course they would," Nat declared confidently, wriggling her fingers against the leather of his jerkin. "You do not think the Lady would deny entry to Avalon for our children, do you? Because I, for one, am not leaving them alone on Earth while we visit. Could you imagine the catastrophes we could end up returning to?"
"I didn't mean the Lady," he replied, sitting up abruptly and running a hand through his hair, his brain firing now that he was rested and awake, a thought coming to mind and not one that was a pleasant one. "I vowed to protect them and to protect you, and I'm going to keep that promise."
Nat lurched backward only just in time to avoid being brained by Rhys' sudden up-sit, though she still managed to thump her head against the tree she was sitting against. Wincing a little as she rubbed the offended part of her scalp, she looked at him in concerned confusion. "You cannot think anyone here would wish harm to us or our family, surely?"
But there was no use in worrying over something that hadn't happened yet and might not happen for some time. He regarded her thoughtfully a moment, wondering if he should continue along this line of thought or let it go for now. He frowned as she thumped her head on the tree and he reached over to brush his fingers against the back of her head. "Sorry," he said apologetically. "I'm just being stupid." He brushed a kiss against her cheek, deciding to change the subject. There would be time for talk later. "You hungry' I'm hungry enough to eat a horse!"
The Lady had hinted at a shadow from their past haunting their future, but he didn't have any idea what she was referring to and he saw no reason to darken the joy of this day by telling Natalya just yet.
The abrupt subject change might have given her reason to press him, but she had already decided not to wear him down with worries. Not today. She smirked as his lips brushed her cheek. "I would not say that too loudly around here," she warned him in amusement. "They may have one slaughtered and cooking before you can tell them it is a joke." Her fingertips stroked along the line of his jaw, enjoying the gentle rasp of his ever growing stubble. "We should eat," she agreed with a smile. "We still have a few things to do today."
He smiled, reaching for her hand as he climbed to his feet to pull her along with him. "Come, my lady. 'Tis time to slake our thirst and break our fast." He flashed a silly grin, whatever had briefly shadowed his thoughts just as quickly forgotten. "How's that' This Knight thing is a piece of cake."
"Champion, dusha moya," she corrected him laughingly, easily distracted from heavier concerns by his silliness today. She didn't want to dwell too much on the suggestions of darkness when the light was something to celebrate. Up on her feet, she bounced up, throwing her arms around his neck and planting a sound kiss on his lips that didn't last nearly long enough. "Forsooth, sirrah, mayhaps the wilderness yonder doth conceal some lusty cooking wench in the garb of a virtuous maid who may yet slake thy thirst and fill thy belly."
"I don't know what that means, Champion. What's the difference?" he asked, as he pulled her to her feet and found her flinging her arms around his neck, a kiss to his lips. He grinned back at her, his arms going around her waist to hold her close. "I have all the lusty wench I need right here." He bent his head to press a fervid kiss against her lips, stirring another kind of hunger that would more than likely have to wait for darkness to be satisfied.
Silenced by his kiss, Nat gave into it whole-heartedly only to gently draw back with a low, husky giggle. "You will make me forget my own name again, Rhys," she warned him, unhooking her arms from around him to begin the task of untangling herself without getting caught on the buckles that lined his chest and stomach. Her hand touched the empty scabbard at his side, a tiny knowing smile tilted her lips, and she turned away to try and hide it. That secret wasn't hers to tell, after all. "Come, let us see if we can find you something to quench one hunger before we meet with the Grand Master."