The Queen Is After Me

"I love you too, Jamie,"

"I know." He smiled.

"I need to stay here in case Keagan comes back. He won't go anywhere outside the forest without me just in case."

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Anthea nodded before walking in the direction Ryan had indicated, holding her basket close. Her face lit up when she saw a cluster of small flowers, quickly ducking to pick them haphazardly.

She just gave a nod, "We can wait till he does then, I have no problem with that."

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"Good,"

Ryan watched her.
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He smiled softly, pressing a kiss to her neck.

"He won't want to go round your house. He doesn't trust unfamiliar environments that he doesn't know all the exits of, no matter how much he complains he's fine, I can see what he's thinking."

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"Can y-you help me gather some of these?" Anthea asked quietly. "T-The stalks will help stop p-paralysis and the petals and leaves w-will give him more strength when crushed into a poultice for him to drink."

"Funny, I spoke to him the other day an' he said that the thing that'd make him say no would be you, you not liking unfamiliar things. Come on, this is so difficult, just trust me a little. You can search through every part of my brain, if that's what it takes, break down the walls."

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Emelia leant towards it

She nodded and helped her.
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He kissed down to the top of her chest.

She leant towards it.

"And possibly make you brain dead or into a vegetable or possibly kill you? No thanks. We both hate unfamiliar places."

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"Thank you." Anthea whispered. She was only being so timid because she felt like it was her fault Orion had been poisoned, since she'd asked him to help when he'd approached. She was also awfully worried for him.

"I'm making more of an effort then I should here." She complained quietly, "Please, Fleet, just trust me enough to do something with me. Teach me calligraphy if that's what you enjoy. Anything."

"It takes years to control wrist movement enough for calligraphy." Flint said shortly. "Sorry I'm being nasty but I'm tired. Sit down and be my pillow, when we wake up maybe I'll be in a better mood to talk then."

"None of this is your fault you know."
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He moved to kiss down her chest, getting to her breasts and kissing them.

"So does what I do. Both power wise and wood carving wise. I control the water using very subtle, controlled wrist and hand movements." She replied before sighing and sitting down next to him.

Fleet moved until he was stretched out on his stomach, arms wrapped around her waist and his face pressed into her lap. "Please don't move for a couple hours," he muttered, voice muffled.

"I won't," She replied, brushing her fingers through his hair as she whispered, "Sweet dreams, Fleet." before putting her hands at her side and moving her gaze onto the sky.

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[[ Sure ]]

After about an hour and a half Fleet started stirring, nuzzling his face against April's stomach with a mumbled complaint of something.

April blinked her eyes open, having been dozing lightly herself.

Fleet stretched his arms out behind her back with a soft yawn before he rolled away and sat up, rubbing his face with his hands.

"Hey sleepy head," She greeted quietly, rubbing sleep out of her eyes and asking, "Am I a good pillow?"

"You're kinda bony. Do you eat enough?" he mumbled with another soft yawn.

"Probably not," April replied with a small shrug, "You in a nicer mood now?"

"Not particularly, but it'll do."