By the time that Phaeith achieved her destination of heading to her home, the shroud of shadows was already in transit to allowing the light divulge through the dark clouds that floated high in the sky.. With a tilt to her head, the woman scrutinized and found disdain in the fact that her Estate was eight stories tall, and that she had to walk all eight ramps to get to her chambers with her husband. As tired as she already was, sheafs of parchment tucked beneath her right arm and hands pressing against the bridge of her nose; she managed the tiresome trek.. In what felt like hours, she finally reached her chambers that embodied the warm aura of lighted candles, scented with a sweet and welcoming vanilla aroma to tickle at her nostrils.
As quietly as she could, the woman closed and locked the door behind her; followed by her leaning against the large oak to kick off her shoes, which were scooted into a corner. In time, she found herself in combing through her closet to find new attire to wear to bed tonight.. This led her to opening up Symmaril’s closet, and stealing one of his over-sized ebony and sanguine shirts to pull over her body, bringing her nothing but comfort. She could have sworn that his shirts were much more delectable than her own, being that the material on his lounging shirts were much more inviting than her own..
Sprawled upon the large Thalassian King Sized bed was the Lion himself.. His well-kept blonde locks pooled around the pillow as he snoozed off lazily. An arm wrapped around the pillow beneath his head to keep it close to him, quiet whistles left his nostrils as he fell into a deep sleep.. Phaeith admired him from afar, admiring the fact that she was able to see him with all of his walls down. The fact that she had the chance to know from every night and onwards, she would always find her way back to him- and it brought the type of comfort and relief within her heart that caused it to beat and rumble like an untamed wild field horse. “..Awe..” She murmured quietly to herself, pulling at the sleeves of the large shirt.
Silent with her steps, she peeled back the plush silk sheets to make herself comfortable upon the mattress, trying to adjust the large shirt around her body to contort into a comfortable position. With the extra fabric constantly pooling around the woman, it caused a little bit of disdain from her to know how annoying it could be at night! She tried her hardest to be modest, even in bed with him, to keep the shirt pulled down enough to cover her privates.. She was prepared to turn and wrap herself against him, but he beat her to it!
The Sleepy Lion managed to somehow awaken from the feeling of the bed creaking softly at Phae’s toosh plopping upon the mattress, which awakened him enough to take view that the noise came from his wife. In tow of that, he quickly pulled her in without a chance to refuse it, tucking her tiny form against his chest, nuzzling his face into her neck. As awake as he seemed to do this, he quickly fell back into his slumber with a small laugh, and one drowsy: “I love you, Dalah’belore.”
She had no time to react, and she didn’t want to. Instead, she smiled and giggled to herself, finding her back pushed up against his chest, with his legs hung over her body to completely engulf her against form. The feeling of his warm breaths rolling down her neck brought a hand of her own to rest on the side of his cheek, gently caressing his stubble in comfort. “I love you, my beloved husband.” She purred, closing her eyes to find some rest with her love tonight.. On the darkest of days, during the darkest of times, he managed to bring light into her life.. He was her home.. “Home is where the light is at..” One last sentence murmured, afore she drifted into a peaceful slumber within her beloveds arms.
(( Finally posted something! Pardon the poor writing skills right now, I am quite sick at the moment! @symmarilshatterunwra @house-ventorum ))
Somewhere between last night and the start to the next morning, Symmaril managed to awaken and hoist his wife back into the house.. At least, she assumed when she woke up beside her husband in their comfortable Thalassian King sized bed. A gentle stir was given to her movements, moving to press right up against her husband who was cuddling her as if she were the small spoon, and he were the big. Both arms tucked in betwixt their chests, bumping the tip of her nose against his own gently. She did it a few gradual times, seeing how asleep or awake he was.. No answer besides him grumbling quietly, grinding his teeth and heading back into his deep slumber. The only movement of him being remotely conscious was the feeling of his fingers curling into her back; pulling her in even closer! Which, caused her to quietly giggle as she piped up in the utmost honey-swathed and feather-touched voice that she possibly could. “Symmy?”
.. Again, no response. He was out like a light! Due to that, it was the perfect getaway for Phaeith to wake up and start her day before his, and odd and rare occasion. The reasoning behind her early mornings as of late however, was not stress related at all! Well, with the hours that the Matriarch puts into her House, it might as well be; but no, it was all innocent. As stealthy as possible, the clumsy woman made her way out of her husbands arms, tucking a large body pillow into his biceps in placement of hers. He wouldn’t notice, right? Right.
The sensual spray of warm water splattered all over her athletic form as she stood beneath the double heads within her glass doored standing shower, a soft humming left her lips. The door to the bathroom was cracked open, enough to allow a quant stream of the heated fog to tickle over her husbands form. Either he felt it and was awake, or he was still dead asleep and his body was silently thankful for it! The long mirror that ran horizontally across of white and black sparkled tiles began to cloud as well, leaving the entire room to slowly fight the chilled autumn air, as she did leave a crack in the window! A few birds perched themselves outside of it, singing to the woman as if it was a daily routine for them to always find their way to that specific window sill.. Why? There was a bird feeder that hung on the outskirts of the window..
The beautiful chirping and songs elevating from the tiny birds brought an unthinkable amount of calm to the Paladin’s mornings, and it was something she happily looked forward to wake up to. Wet fingers threaded through her healthy, wet sunshine radiant mane; plump pouted lips pulled into a delighted smile as she went on with her morning routine. First, it was washing her hair; then, it was washing her body, and finally.. It was standing beneath the heated sprays of water until she decided to leave! How different her solo mornings were, versus the shared showers with her husband. For however long it seemed like she was in there for, it definitely held no comparison to when her husband was able to get her alone within the glass domain.
Time passed, and Phaeith made her way out of the shower, wrapping a plush pink towel around her bodice; tucking it carefully by the front of her breasts, to ensure that it could cling to her form without needing her to use both of her arms to keep it upright. Cautious and calculated steps fluttered out of the bathroom as she walked into the bedroom, checking on her sleeping husband.. He was still asleep, that was for sure! In this moment, she took some time to watch him with the most loving and goofy grin, realizing that, -he- is who she happily came home to every night, and woke up to every morning. How could love feel so pure and beautiful, in such a corrupted world? He brought that feeling to her, and knowing it.. Oh boy, did it make her stomach tie into knots of happiness.. Swiveling on her heels, she turned towards her dresser, humming quietly.
Out she pulled a pair of tan knitted high socks with a pair of frilly pink underwear; whilst reaching into her husband’s closet and stealing one of his big shirts again.. She moved towards her side of the bed, laying down all of the minimal pieces of clothing, drooping her towel over one of the four pikes along the bed, leaving it there to sit and dry. After so, over her head went his large shirt; and on went her underwear and high socks! She felt cozy, to say the least. A gentle, content filled sigh rolled off of her tongue. “Good morning, Symmy.” She leaned in, kissing her slumbering Lion’s lips.. This one lingered, and ended with her smiling at him as she pulled back and slid her size seven feet into her fluffy, plush bunny slippers.. As her mane dried, the woman coursed her digits through the sunshine mane; pulling it all into a ponytail to keep her hair out of her face. What was she up to?
Down the ramp she went, passing by each of her House members room per level, happily leaving a note on each of their doors to ensure they always woke up to a good morning note, and something positive to start their days off with! Eventually, she swung a right and headed into the kitchen, which sat nestled within the middle of the third floor. Phaeith waved at all of the drowsy workers, giving them her own sleepy smile. “Bala’dash, family~! How are you all today?” In unison, they all returned her warm hearted greet with, ‘Mrs. Symmaril, we are good!’ Which, as usual, caused the woman to blush softly to herself as she heard them call her by her husbands name as her surname, giggling quietly. She leaned over the island table, grabbing a nicely rounded juicy red apple. “--I promise to come back and eat with everyone else! I will be in the yard if anyone needs me..” All of the disapproving looks of Phae wandering off back into the yard without food in her stomach, slowly diminished as she was a woman of her word!
The sound that followed her feet upon the cobblestone made ramp was a quiet pitter-patter, as she crunched and munched onto the juicy apple, letting out a groan of pleasure. “So, so good!” She murmured to herself happily, eventually finishing the apple. All but nothing of the core was left, and there went the tossed core; straight into the recycling basket which was followed by her hollering with too much pride to herself. “Score!” As soon as she realized that the workers were staring at her again, she recomposed herself and sheepishly giggled, waving them all off. “Nothing you all have not seen before..” Truth sprinkled her sentence, and they all giggled with a nod. She was happy- why wouldn’t she be?
She married her sweetheart, she happened to be head over heels in love with him, and.. She was the Matriarch to a House that was full of some of the brightest, kindest, and courageous spirited people she has come to know! Why shouldn’t she have been happy? All of those thoughts sprinkled her mind as she walked into the rustic shed within the back of the large yard, something that became her makeshift ‘cave’ full of engineering and smithing materials and toys! Who would have known? There was even an engineered light sign that hung happily in the middle of the room that red, ‘PHAEITH’S SHACK’. Something she hid from people, as she began to teach herself the ways to perfect being a professional Engineer and Smith.
Scattered all over her wooden countertops were finished toys for children, flashlights, unfinished toys, and the start to a project that was being worked on! It looked like goggles, with the way the blueprints were mapped out! The tiny lady peered around the area, nodding to herself as she got down to business! An old, swivel chair was pulled beneath her bottom as she pulled over one of the desktop magnifying glasses beneath her eyes, carefully working on the wiring and coding that had to be inlaid within the goggles! “Almost done.. - Wait! Where is my wrench?!” She groaned out of annoyance at herself, looking around the area. For -some- reason, the butt of the wrench was sticking out of one of the taller cabinets which was followed by her propping herself up onto her toes as she tried reaching for the silly thing!
Her unimposing height did her dirty today, as she managed to grasp onto nothing but air, and being irritated as she tried to get it.. She could have gotten the swivel chair, but she remembered someone telling her at a young age to never do such a thing like that! So, she looked past that idea and glared up at the wrench. There it was, the tiny Paladin against the lack of height, and it caused her to fold her arms beneath her chest. “How did you even end up, up there, Wrench?!” She murmured, smacking a hand over her face.. Until! She felt a single masculine hand wrap around her left hip to pull her taut bottom against himself; whilst she felt the scent of familiar musk tickle her nose as he leaned over her to grab the wrench.
“Phaeith’s Shack, eh?” Symmaril’s voice floated into her ear, grinning from ear to ear as he watched his little wife simmer down completely against him. Instead of handing her the wrench, he decided to keep it in the air for now. “How long have you had this place for, and did you make those toys yourself? You are the Orphanage Toy Maker, then? Why dress up and hide your face, when all of the kids love you?” The Lion inquired, pecking a kiss to the beck of her head as he wrapped an arm back around her waist to keep her close. “Show me what you need the wrench for?”
Phaeith looked up at her husband as he helped her, reaching for the wrench that he yanked away from her grasp in a jovial fashion. Swathed petals from the flick of her tongue coiled into a smile, chuckling. “I need those, thank you very much. However, if you insist.” She teased, propping herself up onto her toes as she kissed his chin. “When did you wake up, by the way?” She led him through the area, gesturing for him to take a seat onto the beat up and backless chair first. He did, and then she sat on his lap, and he pushed them closer into the counter as he curled his arms around her waist. Any words that were to be side by either of them fell deaf as she began to work on the goggle at hand, using the wrench to clasp the rims tightly in place to keep the colored lens from moving about. Like that, she was done.. In one easy motion she pulled out a couple of other goggles, some that were wonky, and others that managed to be decent; and those that managed to be nearly perfect. Some came in cloth, leather, mail, and even plate!
“For one..” Phaeith scooted, lacing her legs around his waist as she pressed her chest against the Bulwark’s own, peering up at him. “The children give me the same reaction that they would whenever Grandfather Winter comes around, so I wish to remain a secret for that simple reason~. For two, using your height to help me then to use it against me is so, so mean..” She teased, pressing a kiss against his neck. “Last, but most certainly not least? This shed has been of use for the same activities by my Uncle, and a few days ago I realized that it has been untouched for far too long. Journals upon journals from my Uncle reside in here, same with old sketches and the like. A few relics and artifacts, and whatever was spared. I decided to rebuild it for myself, and give it some meaning. Do you like it? I know you smith yourself, so perhaps we could make it useful for two people..?”
For the rest of the morning, Phaeith and Symmaril spent it by chatting amongst themselves with laughter, stories, tales, and business. They even partook in making it a task for both of them to rebuild the rustic exterior, and to make plans on painting it on a later note.
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Awakening to goosebumps already riddled over her form, with a thin white blanket rested over her nude body; back touching a cold silver tray, Phaeith peered around the room. At first, the bright haze from the candlelight that made the drowsy, doped up woman narrow her orbs into slits. Dry lips from the lack of liquids in her body, though, riddled all along her arms seemed to have been vines of wires and bags full of indistinguishable liquids. From something that looked ghastly and green, to a clear liquid was seeping into her form. As much as she knew that was alarming, the woman couldn’t move. She found herself stuck to the bed, ankles and wrists detained in heavy leather-furred padded shackles. This felt like her death sentence.
Something had been injected into her that made her ignore any pains that she felt, or perhaps, she was too worn out to recognize that her body was going through an abnormal process. If anything had changed about her, she didn’t know. How could she? If she attempted to lift her head up, she would be met with failure, for she had no strength. A small sniff was given, inhaling disgusting scents. Something rotten, something that gave off the feeling of her being in the middle of nowhere- and dust. Wherever she was, it was someone’s Science Lab, and there was no evidence of someone else being near her.. “V..” Unable to muster out any words, a fit of dry coughs left her petite and overwhelmed form.
That was when the Doctor knew of her awakening from her slumber. A man wrapped in nothing but a latex blue suit, with a large nylon white apron and over sized goggles to hide his eyes-- the only thing she could get from the man was that he.. He was no ordinary ‘Doctor.’ His form was bulky and thick with rolls, disgusting warts meddled all over his face. Hands garbed in large gloves, a mask smothered around his tiers. He was burly, which gave off the idea of him not being an Elven being. Was he an Orc? Was he half? Was he something else? She didn’t know, and if there were any other hints, she was far too disoriented to know..
“Patient 066, do you remember your name?” He husked out, wrapping his sausage-like digits around her chin to turn her attention upwards to him. “Hmm.. Disoriented..” He studied the way her pupils looked, and how she reacted to any amount of light. “Can you speak, Patient 066?”
The feeling of his glove-latched digits brought a shudder down her form, immediate tears welted over her eyes. What could she do? She couldn’t run. Her comms were likely destroyed- not on her. If she yelled, would he kill her? If she was patient, would he treat her better? On her own, the woman could barely talk. All the ‘Doctor’ got from her was a conflicting look, and emerald orbs that were swallowed by a typhoon of tears..
