Topic: One Emotion at a Time

JewellRavenlock

Date: 2007-01-08 17:56 EST
There is a belief that because faeries are so small they can only experience one emotion at a time. It is debatable if this is true for all faeries or not, but Jewell was certainly experiencing only one emotion as she flew furiously through the sleet, snow, and rain that showered down upon RhyDin to get home. She was in her tinsy form, not because she felt ridiculous walking through the streets of the city in only the bathrobe that she had been wearing when she left the Inn but because it was way too cold to do so. She had known that before she had left the Inn, had known that her friends were slightly concerned with the way she was acting. She hadn?t really cared, not enough to go upstairs and change before leaving or to flash around those pretty fake smiles.

She knew they had no real reason for concern; she was not slipping into that distraught state where she allowed herself to fall apart at the seams. As she had explained to Shylah, she was just feeling sad this week. It happened at times, many times, and was only aggravated by the colder weather. She wasn't effected like many by the winter sun, succumbing to depression because the lack of light. Rather, extreme temperatures (be they cold or hot, although she could handle the latter better) affected her natural physiology, which, therefore, affected how she was feeling.

Arriving at home completely dry?one of the perks of her magic if she chose to use it?she reverted back to her human size in order to open the door and enter the house. The warmth of the house and the change in her body size alerted her to how cold she actually was. She shivered as she took off her slippers and ran across the cool tile floor of the foyer to the carpeted stairs.

She whimpered pathetically as she made for her room, trying to rub at her frozen limbs and walk quietly at the same time. She opened the door to the master bedroom silently, using all of her skills to enter quietly. She frowned a bit upon seeing Skyler sleeping soundly, no longer just feeling that one emotion allowed in her smaller size but several. There was still that sadness that was weighing her down but joined to it were hurt, annoyance, and apprehension. She was upset that Skyler apparently felt the need to lie to her about what was bothering him, annoyed that he had, and scared that she had (once again, in her mind) done something wrong.

She dallied by the door a while, forgetting the cold that had seeped into her body. She didn?t really feel like cuddling up next to him and pretending everything was okay just now. It wasn?t a way to punish him or even herself for something; when she was in this sort of mood, she knew that sleep would not come easy and that when it did come it would not be pleasant.

Making a decision, she finally moved into her walk-in closet to put on some warmer clothes. The house was usually fairly warm but she was still shaking so she pulled on a pair of fleece pajama pants. Leaving her camisole on, she grabbed one of her extra blankets and left the closet. She stopped by the bed to lean over and kiss Skyler?s forehead softly, before grabbing one of her books and camping out on one of the chairs she had set up on the other side of the room.

She curled up as small as she could, the blanket wrapped around her like a cocoon, before absorbing herself in the pages of her book. The silly romance novel she had picked up would have to serve as a substitute for pleasant dreams tonight.

Skyler

Date: 2007-01-10 19:47 EST
A combination of several factors slowly roused him from sleep. While Jewell had certainly entered the room without making a sound, he had subconsciously heard her whimpering preceding her up the hallway. Her trip to the closet to change clothes registered small vibrations along the floor, and the soft kiss to his forehead left a resonating warm sensation on his skin.

All these small nuances were not enough to make him jolt awake, but they managed to seep into his head just enough to finally send a weak signal to his brain to stir. He lay alert for a good ten minutes, slightly slitted eyes gazing languidly ahead, listening to the occasional page turn of Jewell?s book. He wondered if something was bothering her. Could something be troubling her mind and preventing her from sleeping? Whatever it was, it was late, and if Jewell needed help finding the bed, he would be glad to assist. He never slept well unless she was beside him, and he definitely couldn't sleep if she was simply sitting awake in a chair across the room all night.

At last Skyler rose from the bed, placing his feet softly on the floor and shedding the blankets that clung to him. He wore his normal sleeping attire ? black sweat pants, fluffy white socks, and tight form-fitting long sleeve flannel pajama shirt that that accentuated the sculpted lines of his torso.

He rose up before Jewell?s sitting form, appearing from the shadows of the other side of the bedroom. He took the book out of her hands, closed it and set it aside. Then he gently took her hands and drew her up from the chair. ?Come to bed, baby. It?s cold and lonely over there and I need you,? he softly urged.

Without waiting for a reply, he lifted Jewell?s small body off the ground, cradling her in his arms. Like a groom carrying his bride, he carried the fae to their bed and delicately lay her down. Skyler arranged the blankets over their bodies, then settled himself down on top of her. He nuzzled his face into her neck, kissing and nibbling warmly. His affections would cease before long, though, as sleep began to call him back. Still laying atop Jewell, he grew still again.