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RE: Full Sail [Closed] - megs - 04-22-2017
Darcy’s end of the line was silent as he listened to Owen’s response. Owen’s excuses. Even after the other officer had finished speaking, Darcy was slow to follow up with an answer. The shuffling sound of papers had ceased, and the only sound to cut through the line was the squeak of a chair as Darcy leaned into it. “No.”
One word at first. Clipped and damning, and managing to convey all of his disappointment in a single syllable. He leaned forward again. “There’s no more time. You will report to the Desdemona within two days as to continue your regular duties. The negotiations will be handled without you from this point out, and for your...well, for what can only be described as a failure, you will remain on the Desdemona for the remainder of her thirty-nine week deployment.”
He paused again a heavy sigh through the phone. “Perhaps, in the future, you will not regard the important assignments I trust you with as a means to take a vacation,” were apparently the words of a farewell as the line went dead.
“Your majesty.”
Julianna turned to the sound of her title to find Admiral Weatherfare waiting for her on the steps to the Chambers of the High Court. He approached her as the reached the top of the stairs, offering an arm to escort her. Her ears fell as best they could, given the placement of her crown, decorated with shells and gems. An embarrassment for the earlier afternoon came flooding back to her, but she kept it from showing on her face. She lifted the skirts of her dress with one hand. A proper dress, dark green and brocade with a modest neckline. She even wore shoes. Pretty and delicate heels. She didn’t care for the outfit, but it was necessary when dealing with nobility. “Admiral Weatherfare,” she greeted, taking his arm and allowing him to lead her down the steps and towards the general direction of Leighton Castle. “Is there something that you need?”
“Your father would like to speak with you. He asked that I come escort you, as to ward you from getting...distracted.”
Ears fell again after so shortly returning to attention. Distracted, she could only assume, by Commander Hart, is what remained unsaid between them. She thanked the admiral tightly and from between clenched teeth and followed him to her father’s preferred office.
“Julianna.” Alex greeted her affectionately when the were reunited with him. Lanzo released her and her father was quick to take her shoulders in his hands and press a kiss against her cheek. Much in the same place that Owen had before he had abandoned her in the library. She tried not to think about that.
“What did you want to talk about?” She didn’t want to waste time getting to the point. She glided towards a chair and kicked off her shoes, in what was an obvious show of pouting.
The men exchanged glances behind her back. Lanzo shrugged imperceptibly and Alexavier sighed. Fine, they seemed to say silently together. It didn’t seem the queen was going to allow them to break the news to her gently.
“It’s about Commander Hart,” Alex explained.
“I assumed.”
Alex came to where Julianna was sitting, taking the seat next to her and reaching to hold one of her hands in both of his. Jules turned her head to look down at where he held her, before her gaze lifted to his face. “What about him?"
He squeezed her hand. “He’s leaving, darling. Our towers received a missive for him that detailed he would have to return to his ship.”
Her brow cinched together above the bridge of her nose and she pulled her hand away from her father. She immediately thought to what Owen had told her earlier about the telegram and how it had not at all been close to that. “Why are you telling me?"
“Darling…”
“Is he gone already?”
“We don’t think so. The Lanoria was still docked when I left to meet you at the courthouse.”
Leaning to pick up her shoes, she huffed as she stood, kicking the skirts and petticoats out from beneath her feet in an angry fit. “If he decides that he would like to discuss the remainder of our political dealings with me, he can arrange a meeting,” words were staccato with what could have been an onset of quick and angry tears. “If not, then I suppose our venture has been concluded and the C.A.F will be notified of the court’s decision.” When the dress was orderly in her hands to the point of effective movement, she left her father’s office without excuse or farewell. She could already feel the longing ache of loss, and something that stung behind her eyes like betrayal.
He was leaving.
He would leave. Because his business with her was finished.
RE: Full Sail [Closed] - saronym - 04-24-2017
No.Darcy’s damnation of him came through with vigor even thousands of miles away. Owen closed his eyes shut and pressed his fingers against his eyelids and saw stars in the darkness from the pressure. The squeak of Darcy’s chair came over the line. The only other sounds were the lapping of water against the Lanoria and the gentle creak of the ship as it moved in the water.
Owen didn’t speak. There was nothing to say. He'd run out of lies and excuses. He accepted his punishment in silence.
“Yes sir.” He didn’t mumble and wasn’t sarcastic. He accepted the assignment - really a sentence - with stoicism.
The line went dead and for a moment Owen stood with the satellite phone still pressed to his ear. He felt a calmness and then all of a sudden rage rushed over him and he threw the phone with as much force as he could muster against the wall. It crashed against the wood and cracked down the seams that held the device together before falling to the floor.
Owen cleared his throat and straightened his shirt and combed his hair before he left the Lanoria seeking the comfort and company of Julianna. She was the first thing that came to mind. He wanted to spend every last moment of time left of the isles with her. At least he could enjoy her companionship before he left. There were so many things he still wanted to do with her. He even decided as he walked down the docks to break the news of his leaving to her as soon as he saw her. It was only fair. And then they could get on with their friendship.
On his way back through the market, Owen stopped to buy a bouquet of flowers for Julianna. Half a dozen white lilies, a pink orchid, a hydrangea, and some greenery. He winked at the stall workers he'd become familiar with and waved the bouquet at them. Though he had his departure looming over him he was determined to make the most of his remaining time. It wasn't the end of the world. He was merely leaving as they'd always knew he would have to.
At the castle Owen sought out a maid asking to be taken to Julianna or for her to be notified that he wished to see her. He smiled charmingly at the maid fully expecting to be granted what he wanted. He had never wanted for anything while in the isles. Julianna had been generous with her company and hosting of him. The staff in the castle had always proven responsive to his requests, as well.
RE: Full Sail [Closed] - megs - 04-24-2017
While Owen was being scolded by his commanding officer, Julianna was retreating to her chambers to change. And to sulk. And to hide from the potential of Commander Hart coming to look for her. She wasn’t ready to see him yet, and it would only get harder the closer he got to leaving. Julianna knew that she was reacting unfairly to Owen. They had always know that he would have to leave. There had always been an unspoken sort of agreement between them: that whatever this was would eventually have to end. She didn’t think that it would hurt so much.
In her room, she struggled with the zipper on her gown, twisting her arms and her waist to reach where it was settled at the nape of her neck. It would have been easier to allow a handmaiden to perform the task, but Julianna liked to be difficult when she was pouting. With a huff she pushed the gown off of her shoulders and over her hips before kicking it off and leaving it in a heap on the floor. Once, again, something she wouldn’t normally do, but once again: pouting. She would feel bad about it later when a maid came through and hung it up proper.
Lifting the crown out of the nest of careful curls on top of her head she held it loosely in one hand as she used the other to pull her silk chemise over her head and discard it on the floor. A trail of clothing across the cold marble flooring that led to the closet. A spacious, walk-in closet that was almost comparable to a second room. Shelves lined with shoes and crowns and accessories. Gowns lined up in pretty rows by cut and color. Julianna placed the crown she held in the space left empty from its absence. She turned it until it was center in the lighted box, perched on a satin pillow. She frowned at it. As if it was the reason for all her troubles.
Julianna dropped to her knees and sat back on her feet, opening one of the lower cabinets revealed another crown, different than the others. More spectacular somehow. Still ornate, decorated with stones and shells, but also feathers and dried flowers that had retained their brilliance despite the wear of time. Pearls. Her mother’s crown. Her ears fell. Naked, and alone and staring at the one thing that was left of her mother, Julianna felt exposed. Raw. Fingers twisted in her lap as tears blurred her vision. “I don’t know what to do,” she whispered, as if talking to the headdress. She lifted her head, eyes rolling upwards as she sniffled, but the tears still spilled over and onto her cheeks. Her gaze fell to the crown again. “I wish you were here,” she lamented, covering her face with her hands.
“I need you.”
The bustling maid stopped her duties when she noted Owen’s approach. Black ears swiveled to attention as she smiled brightly at him. She cocked her head when he asked to be taken to Julianna. Her smile didn’t falter, but it was different now. It left her eyes, the look of a person who knew they were about to tell a lie. Her gaze dropped to the flowers he held in hand, before darting back upwards to his face.
“I’m sorry, Commander,” she replied, and it sounded like she truly was. “Her majesty is not receiving guests at the moment. She did instruct us, however, that if the visiting sailor would like to set up a meeting before his departure, that she would make time for you.”
RE: Full Sail [Closed] - saronym - 05-06-2017
Owen’s own smile, full lipped showing perfect white teeth, froze immediately when he registered the minute change in tenor on the visage of the maid before him. Blue eyed confusion darted towards the flowers in his hands just a half breath after hers did. Something was wrong. That he could tell. He felt his face fall along with his heart to the pit of his stomach.
She was now her majesty and he was now the visiting sailor.
Each of those people were nothing to the other just as they had been the moment he set foot on the isles. As if nothing had happened between them. And really, when he looked back on it what had happened? A few kisses and touches didn’t make her his. Of course not.
He was being foolish.
“O-oh.” He faltered, shifting on his feet he glanced downwards at his boat shoes on the fine floor. “Right. Of course. I would like a meeting with the Queen if she has the time to see me. I know she is very busy.” All the charm and familiarity were gone in his tone of address. “Please set me up at Her Majesty’s earliest convenience. I’m afraid I can’t wait longer than the morning after tomorrow. I will be leaving the Isles at then as I’m sure she knows.”
He knew that she must know. Lanzo had likely spoiled the news. Spoiled everything.
Owen looked down at the flowers in his hand and considered walking out with them and throwing them into the nearest garbage bin. The urge passed when he remembered the look on Julianna’s face as he’d left her behind in the library. Confused. Hurt.
He extended the bouquet out to the maid. “Would you see to it that she receives these? A token of gratitude from the visiting sailor to a generous queen.”
RE: Full Sail [Closed] - megs - 05-07-2017
The apologetic maid rearranged items in her hands to take the flowers from the disheartened sailor. Even though the weren’t for her she couldn’t resist bringing them a bit closer to her face, and subtly breathing in their scent. “I’m sure her majesty will love them,” she tried to say. Tried to comfort him in some small way. “I’ll let her know that you want a meeting and you’ll be informed appropriately.” She didn’t wait for an answer before scurrying off. She disappeared up the staircase, leaving Owen to see himself out.Knocking on the door to Julianna’s chambers, the maid thrust the flowers in her direction when the door was opened. Julianna had dressed herself in a long and flowing sundress in pale yellow. “From Commander Hart,” she informed the other woman, shaking the bouquet enticingly. “He wants to see you,” she continued to explain. Julianna frowned at the servant, and then at the flowers.
“Thank you,” Julianna replied, tightly, gingerly taking the apology flowers into her own hands. “I will take care of it, thank you.” She closed the door, again.
The queen was not seen for the rest of the day. More content to hide in her room and brood until the sun went down. At some point, she took a nap, having exhausted herself on her own tears. She felt so stupid, crying over a man she hardly knew, when the one thing she had known was he wouldn’t be staying on the Isles. She had done this to herself really, gotten too attached too quickly because he’d kissed her and called her beautiful.
She snuck out of the castle when the staff had settled down for the night and she knew her father would be tucked away in his own rooms. She didn’t necessarily need to sneak, she was a queen and an adult and could come and go as she pleased; she didn’t want to talk to anyone.
She walked herself down to the beach until the pale light of a crescent moon. Purple sand and gentle waves rolled over the shore to greet her. Julianna walked down until she stood close enough to the surf that it crashed over her ankles when it crested. She held her dress in her hands so it wouldn’t get wet. A sandpiper skittering across the sand caught her attention, her ears perked and her tail swayed as she decided to follow the little bird as it darted down the beach in search of food.
RE: Full Sail [Closed] - saronym - 05-08-2017
Owen merely nodded in response to the maid and thanked her for delivering his message. He watched the way she breathed in the fragrance of the flowers and seemed to appreciate them. His mind immediately replaced her face with Julianna’s hoping she would feel the same way and receive the goodwill he was trying to send her. After his brief meeting with the maid, Owen packed up the few things he had in the room that was given to him in the castle. He no longer felt welcome as a guest there and it would be easier to prepare for his journey back to the Desdemona from the Lanoria. He needed to restock his supplies and plan his route carefully so as to not arrive late and suffer further trouble. Owen penned a simple ‘thank you’ note to the staff and left it on the dresser in the room and left the castle.
He spent the remainder of the afternoon in the marketplace buying trinket, dry snacks, and bottles of liquor for care packages to his family. He bought a bottle of Dakannorean rum for himself and loaf of artisanal bread to soak it up and strolled the beach in the evening snacking and drinking.
Owen had taken up post on the beach in a place where many shells had washed up. He’d stuck the bottle of rum down in the cool sand. The bread was already gone. It was perhaps childish, but he amused himself with picking up seashells and chucking them as far as he could into the surf. During one such throw, he glanced to the left, catching a figure walking in the foam towards him. It was a woman with skirts gathered in her hands.
His heart lifted with the possibility that it was Julianna. He picked up his bottle of rum and strolled down to meet the woman. His khaki pants were rolled halfway up his shins to keep them from being wetted by the sea water. A white button up hung open and flapped against him in the dusky breeze. He trotted to catch her, somehow knowing it would be her. He slowed to a stop when they were close enough to see one another by the scant white light provided by the sliver of moon.
“Julianna,” He faltered and moved closer, “I was looking for you today. I - uh - I wanted to tell you...” he moved closer and reached for her hand though he didn’t know if he was allowed to have it. He trailed off and looked shamefully down at his barefeet in the sand. “You already know.”
He looked back up at her to give her the dignity of eye contact while he confessed what she knew already. "I'll be sailing the day after tomorrow for a nine month Pacific deployment on the Desdemona." It was what he should have told her from the beginning. "I'm being called back to my post."
RE: Full Sail [Closed] - megs - 05-08-2017
Ears rotated to the sound of someone approaching her. Jogging footsteps slapping against the wet sand. She stopped chasing the bird, which took the opportunity to skirt away from her. She looked up to witness Owen’s approach. He called her name, but she didn’t respond. Blinking, the moonlight reflected off of her eyes and gave them an ethereal sort of glow. Her ears twitched, and he reached for her hand, but she continued to keep her skirts away from the water, and didn’t let him take it. Julianna didn’t know what she expected to hear from him. Apologies maybe, and explanation. Her grip in her dress turned white-knuckled, tightening the more he spoke. The water passed over her legs again, jingling her anklets. Her tail had bristled and whipped back and forth behind her back. The sea breeze was chilly and a part of her wanted to run to him and shield herself from the bite and her feelings.
“You lied to me,” she said after a few moments of considerate silence. “I’m not upset because you’re leaving. We’ve always known that. But you left me in the library and you couldn’t even give me the truth.” Julianna sniffed, turning her head to look away from him and out across the water. “I felt...I felt used. Like all the time we spent together was just so you could get what you wanted.”
RE: Full Sail [Closed] - saronym - 05-08-2017
The hand that she snubbed fell back to his side and he found that self-consciously shoving his hands down into his pockets helped the sting of that a little bit.“I know, I wasn’t honest.” He said quietly validating the complaint she made against him. He moved a step closer and his hopeful hand made a reappearance. Instead of offering to take her hand her turned her face back towards his. That sniffle and the way she spoke...he knew he had broken her heart.
“I’m sorry, that wasn’t my intention. I hid it from you because I didn’t want you to be upset. I thought we could spend the last few days together without the specter of my departure hanging over us.” He was pleading with her to understand his side.
He took his hand away from her face and let it fall limp at his side. “I didn’t get what I wanted,” he countered with a slight bite in his voice. “I got reprimanded, Julianna. For my behavior with you. For failing to deliver what the CAF wanted. My job has been at stake this whole time and I never pressured you. I’ve been walking this line between trying to maintain whatever this is, and keeping the CAF at bay, and giving you the time you need to negotiate. And not letting all of that pollute our relation - friendship. And what did I get for it? A dressing down by my superior officer and an angry Queen.”
He could feel himself growing angry with her and he raised his voice somewhat. “It was you who got everything you wanted. You’ve come out on top looking like a strategic genius who used a horny sailor to her advantage.”
His accusations died down and he was the one looking away. He shook his head and passed his tongue over his lower lip. “I don’t regret the way I spent my time here. I’d do it just the same. Except I would have told you immediately upon receiving the missive that I had to go.” He trailed off for a moment. “I was going to write to you from the Desdemona. But maybe you’d rather not hear from me after this.”
RE: Full Sail [Closed] - megs - 05-10-2017
Owen moved closed and Julianna hunched her shoulders, as if she didn’t want him closer, but he touched her face and that tension eased away. She leaned her face into his palm, as he insisted she look at him. She was hurt, and a little angry, but her feelings hadn’t changed, his touch still had an effect on her. Julianna wanted to believe what he was saying-that his intentions had been honorable- and she did. As soon as the apology fell from his lips, he was absolved of any wrongdoing, by her. But then his tone took a turn. His hand pulled away from her, and it was his turn to be angry. Her tail ceased its movements as her ears pinned backwards against her hair. She hadn’t thought to look at things from his perspective. She opened her mouth as if she would speak, but closed it again. Julianna hadn’t know there had been so much on the line for Owen. She had always assumed he had just been an ambassador of sorts, to oversee the proceedings of the court’s decisions and represent the C.A.F. One of her ears popped upwards at the correction. Relationship he had almost said. She wondered if he thought of their time together as more than a island vacation fling.
Both of her ears perked to attention when he grew louder, her eyes widened a touch. Not because no one had ever raised their voice to her like that, but because in their short time together Owen had not spoken to her this way. “I didn’t...I never-” Julianna pulled her lip between her teeth, watching him stare off and to the side. She dropped her skirts, careless for the wet sand and high tide, and took a step towards him. “I didn’t think of it that way,” she admitted. “I didn’t know there was so much on the line for you. But the time I spent with you was genuine.”
Small as it was, Julianna was not fond of the distance between them. It felt too literal to the chasm of events that had almost split them apart. Anklets jingled as she moved forward, three quick steps that put her directly in front of him and close enough to wrap her arms around his waist. “I do want to hear from you. I’m sorry that I thought the worst of you when you have been kind to me.” Her ears fell flat, sticking out of either side of her head. She looked up at him through dark lashes. “I’m going to miss you.”
RE: Full Sail [Closed] - saronym - 05-12-2017
Owen could be stubborn when the mood struck him. It was actively trying to strike him and so when she wrapped her arms around him and made her apology, he didn’t reciprocate the physical contact for a moment. He stood with his arms at either side staring down at the woman who looked to him to finalize their argument and sweep the bit of ugliness that passed between them away.
He didn’t mean to be so headstrong. He had a streak of pridefulness, probably from his mother’s side, that sometimes polluted his air of ease and lightheartedness.
Finally he cracked and wrapped his arms around her. He pushed her face against his chest and passed a hand over the crown of her head between her ears and back. “I’ll miss you too.” He said before pushing her away again just far enough for him to bend and capture her mouth in an amorous kiss.
The contact immediately sent him back to the moment they’d shared in the library. And the erection that had never been satisfied.
He found himself walking her backwards, just as he’d done in the library, to put them a safe distance away from creeping tides. He pushed her down into the dry sand and sort of plunged in on top of her. Most of his body weight was situated on the forearm that he placed just above her head and on his knees that he’d used to push her legs apart to make room for him. Consumed in desire, he was quick to caress the curve of her body and breasts while he kissed her.
He enjoyed the feeling of being on top and all around her --perhaps a little too much at the expense of keeping his wits about him while engaging with an inexperienced woman.
RE: Full Sail [Closed] - megs - 05-13-2017
The young queen almost pouted when the stone-faced sailor refused to return her contact. Her fingers flared open over the small of his back and she seemed to hug him more insistently, staring back at him. Did he not accept her apology? Was he denying her his touch because he didn’t believe her. Her ears sprung to attention; there was a plea in her gaze still begging for forgiveness. Julianna sighed heavy with relief when he finally pulled her against him, and returned her words of affection. She clung tighter, having worried for a moment that she had lost him. Not that she had really had him, but...well…
Her ears parted to make room for his petting hand.
There was more she had wanted to say, more feelings that she wanted to sort out and words of affection that she had wanted to give, but his mouth met hers before she could find the words. She kissed him ardently, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, all the things she hadn’t gotten the chance to say in the way her lips moved against his.
She didn’t know when they moved away from the water; wasn’t sure at which point he had pinned her against the sand. She was only aware of his mouth on hers, of her hands in his hair; the fell of him between her legs. Owen’s hands were on her body and she couldn’t think. Her legs locked around his waist, skirt riding up her thighs, as if they could be any closer. Somehow through the desire that clouded her mind a single coherent thought did occur to her.
“Wait,” she managed to say, breathless and between kisses. Her hands fell out of his hair to take hold of his face. She help the temptation of his mouth away from her own, and dropped her head in the sand so she could look up at him. The contours of his face outlined, by the moonlight. “I don’t think I’m ready,” she admitted in a whisper, ears twitching in the sand. The flush on her cheeks was no longer from desire. She stroked her thumb across his jaw.
“I want to wait until I see you again.”
RE: Full Sail [Closed] - saronym - 05-16-2017
Wait.That one word was enough to bring his lusty machinations to a grinding halt. His body remained poised above hers and his hips still pressed into hers as she held his face away and admitted she didn’t want to take their physicality any further.
“Oh.” He said, his breath still heavy from desire and heart still pumped loud in his ears. It would take him a few minutes to come down from the high of thinking he was going to have her there on the beach in the moonlight.
“Okay. Right.” He nodded against the hand that held and stroked his face. He leaned on his forearm and reached up with his free hand to cup his hand over hers. “I can wait.” He reassured her. It was probably for the best that they didn’t take it any further.
Somewhere inside there was a sliver of doubt if he ever would see her again and he couldn’t just leave her like that after she’d confessed her inexperience to him. Even if this moment seemed perfect. In the distance that would necessarily come between them on his deployment, he’d feel terrible and she’d probably be left feeling used. She deserved better.
Owen rolled off to the side of her. He laid on his side next to her and slung his arm across her waist. Leaning towards her he pressed a tender kiss against her mouth before reaching up to unclasp the charm necklace he always wore.
“Here.” He offered it to her. A grapevine hanging from a fine gold chain. “You can keep this for me until we see each other.” He grinned, “My mother would kill me if she knew I gave it away, so I’ll have to get it back if I ever want to show my face at the Hart household again.”
In short it was a promise. Insurance against that sliver of doubt.
RE: Full Sail [Closed] - megs - 05-17-2017
Julianna wondered if she had disappointed him. She followed his movements, rolling onto her side to face him as he draped an around her middle. She observed his features, she could see them perfectly, even in the dark. The strong slope of his nose and the curve of his mouth. He didn’t appear to her as a man that was put off by her bashfulness or her inexperience, but she could see a shadow of doubt forming behind his eyes. She felt it to. Julianna wanted to see him again. In truth, she didn’t want him to leave at all, but they both had jobs to do, and they’d always known those responsibilities would pull them apart.
The quick kiss pulled her out of quickly spiraling thoughts of sadness. Her ears twitched as she watched his hands free himself of the necklace. He was handing it to her. She stared at it, charm dangling from the chain in the space between them. She remembered falling asleep, while toying with the charm when he’d taken her on the Lanoria. “Oh, I couldn’t,” she murmured, knowing how much the necklace meant to him. When he didn’t take it back, she held out her hand palm up, watching the jewelry pool into the center of her hand.
“Are you sure?” She held the grapevine delicately between to fingers and angled it into the moonlight. Her question was two-fold, both asking if he was sure he wanted her to have it, and if he was sure the unspoken promise the necklace enforced was one he wanted to make.
Julianna sat up, and pulled her hair over her shoulder. “Will you put it on me?”
RE: Full Sail [Closed] - saronym - 05-18-2017
Owen nodded encouragement to her as he pushed the necklace towards her. It dangled pendulously before she she accepted it. The necklace made a coil in her palm. Thoughtfully, he watched her examine the gems turning it appreciatively in her fingers. He liked the way she handled it. As if it were something special even though it was nothing more than a cluster of ordinary gems to a queen who had so many already.“Yes, I’m sure.”
The answer was delayed if only because he had taken a moment to consider it. One way or another they would see each other again. He wasn't sure whether he'd bother getting the necklace back from her feeling now that he wanted her to keep it for as long as she wanted it.
Owen pushed himself up when she asked for him to clasp the necklace for her. He reached for her hips first and maneuvered her between his legs again. Her back was pressed to his chest when he reached for the necklace. She’d pulled her hair out of the way and he was left staring at the nape of her neck in the moonlight.
Making sure that the gems were facing properly outward, Owen set it on her chest and clasped it around her neck. He let it fall into place around her and kissed her bare shoulder. He wrapped both arms snugly around her trapping her arms to her side in an engulfing hug. His lips skirted over the curve of her shoulder to the side of her neck where he placed another kiss.
“I’ll write to you.” He promised.
RE: Full Sail [Closed] - megs - 05-19-2017
Two days later, Owen left to return to the Desdemona and his duties as her Commander. Julianna met him on the docks, just as the sun peaked across the horizon to see him off. They whispered more promises to see each other again as deckhands prepared the Lanoria for his trip. She tried not to cry as he kissed her one last time, before pulling away from her and departing on the sail boat. Her ears pressed against her head and her tail was still as she watched Owen and the Lanoria disappear towards the sunset on still, crystal blue waters.
It had been two weeks, since his departure now, and the young queen was miserable for it. She moped around the castle ground listless and lethargic as if her own reason to bother with living had been ripped from her grasp. All in all, she was being quiet dramatic. She was short and aggressive with the court, which had still not made a decision regarding the C.A.F’s proposal. In a way, she blamed them and their wishy-washy filibustering tactics for Owen’s have had to leave so soon.
If she wasn’t pouting in her rooms, she was pouting in the gardens, or on the beach or as she strolled through the markets. The twins at the bakery stall in the market continually teased her as they pushed fruit breads and sweet jams into her hands, to try and cheer her up. It worked, for awhile, but she was always back to near-despair within the hour.
So far, a letter had not come for her. She assumed he had just been busy, he had promised after all. She knew one would come eventually.
At breakfast one morning, Alexavier, who was tired of watching his daughter pout as she pushed at her fruit, set his silverware down with a clatter. Julianna’s ears fell to the crown of her head, but she didn’t look up at him because she knew it was her own behavior that he was going to address.
“Julianna.”
Just her name. Sharp and short and pointed. The tone he used when she was being childish. She looked up at him.
“Is this behavior necessary?”
She shrugged her shoulders, petulantly and Alex went to go one. To complain some more and lecture her on her duties, and the perception of the public, but they were interrupted by a servant. She came bearing a small stack of envelopes held together with twine. Julianna pushed her plate away from her, ears pushing to attention as her tail rose to sway behind her shoulders in excitement. She held out her hand for the letters, a giant grin splitting across her mouth and brightening her face as she fingered through them and surveyed the postmarks.
Letters from Owen. As promised.