Sess 18,229: Broken Promise and Drunken Dream

Broken Promise and Drunken Dream
Summary: Draventa invites Logen for tea, which turns into a admission of a promise broken and a disturbing dream from Logen.
OOC Date: 04/03/2014 (OOC)
Related: none
Players:
Draventa Logen 
Moniwid Suite
The first thing usually noticed about this room is the sense of openness, as it is not laden with heavy furniture. The floor is a soft grey marble. One wall features a huge window, taking up almost the whole wall and showing a lovely view of the horizon. To the right of the window, there is a stone fireplace decorated with amber and some old carvings. There is an incredibly cozy couch in front of the fireplace, in a dark brown cotton type material.
In the middle of the room, there is a burnished oaken long table with eight matching chairs. There are eight crystal place settings ready for use. A wild flower centerpiece has been placed on the table as decoration. The floor of the dining area has been covered with the prey of some hunter in the form of a brown bear fur rug.
There is a smaller wooden door, leading to the Grand Duke's Room, on the left wall of the room . On both sides of the door, small candles are available to provide light when it is dark. There are also candle sconces on the other walls and a candelabra on the table. Above the fireplace, the prey of some other hunters resides: two deer heads with beautiful antlers can be found, one to each side. Between the deer, the edges of two sharp, crossed swords glint.
Sess 18, 229

Draventa sent an invitation to Logen if he'd wish to meet her for tea. She's dressed in her pretty peach dress, the embroidery is of flowers and only a few snakes. Her hair is pulled up, using the mermaid hair comb Ronan and Roslin gifted her. There's a glass aquarium looking case in the corner of the room, covered with a sheet. Her sketchbook is on the table next to her, closed. She's unsure if Logen will come, so she has that to work on, to not feel completely out of place. The tea is seeping and Alice has a selection of finger foods ready to serve.

Logen does eventually come and he knocks on the door. He's wearing a beautiful turquoise tunic with brown pants. He is developing quite a scruff too. His belt is loose around his hips and it appears as if he's getting fit as the wedding approaches. His head is bowed and he's alone.

There are guards in the room, but they both seem more comfortable than they do outside the Moniwid suite. Familiar territory, perhaps. Lorraine gets the door and smiles at the prince, ushering him in. Draventa has her sketchbook open, having convinced herself he wasn't coming, so she looks up, slightly surprised. "Prince Logen! I didn't…." and then she'll smile, "I'm glad you were able to make it." She'll close her book and start to stand to give him a small bow, as is appropriate. "Are you hungry? Alice and Lorraine had some food prepared."

Logen walks in slowly and moves to the table. He bows his head and slowly takes a seat. "No thank you. I have neither eaten, nor am I hungry. Thank you for the offer." He grins at Lorraine and bows his head to her. He sits at the table quietly and glances at her sketch pad. "I thought..you invited me, Draventa." He leans back in his chair and takes a quiet breath. "Were you wanting to sketch me?"

Draventa tilts her head, "Are you not feeling well, Logen?" She'll drop the title, as he has. She'll sit back down and glance to her book, "Oh….I always have it with me when here." She'll smile down at it, "I don't' have many things that are precious to me, but my sketchbooks are." Looking back up, her grey eyes study him a moment, "I would like to sketch you, but it doesn't have to be now, if you'd rather wait." The book goes to her lap and she'll nod to the maids to bring tea. "Will you at least have tea with me?"

Logen takes a moment to breathe before he nods and leans back. "I can have tea. Thank you." He doesn't answer the question of if he is feeling well. "I do not mind. I need some time to relax. How would you like me?" He pushes himself up and stands there in front of the table with his head bowed still. He just seems rather subdued rather than ill. Perhaps he's trying to avoid causing issues.

Draventa frowns softly and then shakes her head, "No..Please sit. I…I just wanted to talk to you. We don't have to do anything else." The tea is sat down on the table and the maids fade into the background, until needed. She'll offer, "We can talk about anything you'd like?"

Logen nods and takes a seat. His hand grabs the tea and he takes a small sip of it. He doesn't talk for some time before he finally speaks. "I'm drunk." He grumbles and keeps looking at the tea. "I tried so hard not too…Just the people talking about revolting and my father marrying a Kundari woman so soon and I got beaten up in a spar so I hurt so I drank because I'm used to it." He sighs quietly and rubs his forehead.

This is the second uncomfortable silence Draventa has had to endure in the past week. Right before she's about ready to say something the prince announces his state. "Oh…" Her voice is somewhere between nervous and disappointed. If disappointed, it's hard to say at who, him? Her? Who knows. Her pale grey eyes stay on him, but her body does tense some. She's looking for any obvious injuries. Was he limping when he came in? Black eye? "Then…you should eat. It won't do your system any good to go without food." It's easier to focus on that, trying to help him, that what this actually means. Draventa motions for Alice to make two plates on the finger foods. Cheeses and meats and fruits.

Logen shakes his head and sighs. "No thank you. I don't want to… make a mess on your floor." He is much better behaved on alcohol it seems. "I was almost at nine weeks… nine weeks sober and I failed." He sighs quietly and takes another sip of his tea. "Hah. Your husband is a waste." He brings his hands up to his forehead and holds his head with his hands. He leans over his tea. "I'm sorry you are stuck with me. I'm a piece of horse poo."

Alice pauses as she sees what's going on and turns back to remake Logen's plate. Breads and Ginger cookies. Things to calm a stomach. The princess's frown stays, "I…I'm sorry. I should have been there for you." Maybe she could have stopped him from drinking? Or given him the strength not to? She'll flinch, although he probably doesn't notice, as he's hunched over, "No…you're not. This is a trying time." Her own tea is untouched and she'll hesitantly reach to touch the top of his head, trying to comfort him. Inside she's breaking, it seems while she was having her crisis, so was Logen.

Logen feels her hand on his head and he lifts his hands up and holds her hand there. He groans, breathing quietly into the table. "I broke…so much work because I'm weak, Draventa. You make me happy and I can't wait to start my life with you but yet I keep messing up." He lifts his eyes and he's actually crying. "I want to be strong for you and love you and show you … I even songed… sing songed. I'm learning to sing for songs. For you."

Draventa can't conceal the worry on her face. Last time he was drunk he flipped the table. There's a small tremble in her hand, but she doesn't pull away. A deep breath and the princess will lift her other hand, touching the side of his face. "Next time you feel your resolve crumbling, send for me. I will come. I promise. If it's within my power, I will come to you." Her fingers are soft, touching the scruff on his cheek. She'll smile, soft and a bit sad, "I only want you to sing if you want to." She knows the poetry is a sore subject, it's for his first wife, not her.

Logen feels her hands brush over his cheek and he reaches his hands up to hold hers in place. His eyes watch her and he starts to sway quietly. He starts to sing quietly about his first wife. "Like autumn turns leaves, Winter will breathe cold on our necks, Snow in our paths, Wherever she goes, All that I know about us is that beautiful things never last, That's why fireflies flash. When this summer time ends we will not part as friends. Things were promised in blood. We have sinned. Now there's tears in her eyes as she's screaming goodbyes. I run 'long side the horse turning numb to the sound. Innocence didn't mean we're immune to these things. Let's blame the passage of time. Love and loss. Truth it costs more than I can spare right now maybe it's simpler to lie." He takes a moment and breathes. "Like autumn turns leaves, Winter will breathe cold on our necks, Snow in our paths, Wherever she goes, All that I know about us is that beautiful things never last, That's why fireflies flash." He tears up and sighs. "That was my goodbye to them. I wrote one for you too but.. it's not done."

At his first words she'll smile softly, letting him hold her hand to his cheeks. Draventa seems sad, it's a sad subject, but then a spark of what can only be described as fear flashes in her eyes when he mentions the snow and the path. Her breath hitches, but she doesn't pull away. It must be coincidence that he would say that….Right? She'll blink as he finishes, forcing herself to breath. Forcing herself to swallow, to not sound too upset, "That was beautiful Logen. I am sure they both love it, very much." Her thumb brushes against his cheek, "I can wait for mine. It's alright."

Logen kisses her hands and starts to keep singing but this is a very different song. "This is the first day of my life. Swear I was born right in the doorway. Yours is the first face that I saw. I think I was blind before I met you. Now I don't know where I am. I don't know where I've been but I know where I want to go. And so I thought I'd let you know, that these things take forever I especially am slow. But I realize that I need you and I wondered if I could come home." He starts to hum quietly while he slides his chair closer to hers. "I'm glad I didn't die before I met you. So if you want to be with me. I'd love that. And so I thought I'd let you know, that these things take forever I especially am slow." He slowly bows forwards and puts his forehead on her forearm.

Draventa blinks, caught between relief that he didn't ask about her reaction to the first song and surprise that he is now singing about her. The kiss to the hand also draws a faint pink to her cheeks. After a moment, once he's settled against her arm, she'll turn it slowly, so her hand can still touch his cheek, just the opposite one now. Her fingers on her other hand run through his hair lightly, soothingly. "Oh Logen….That was beautiful." After a few moments she'll add in a soft voice, "We're going to be ok."

Logen rests against her hands. "I hope one day you will trust me enough to tell me your …things. I know of your… things with … " He lifts his eyes to Lorraine and cryptically says, "The she thing." He slowly turns to look at Draventa. "Are you afraid of me or them?" He speaks again and groans quietly as his stomach rumbles. He's rather warm to the touch as well. "I think… I fell into a puddle of love…face first."

Draventa's brows come together. She's not exactly sure what he's referring to, which she things…unless he means Emerit? But she'll nod slowly, not wanting to bring whatever it is up right now. Not when they're doing well, well…better than normal. Drav's hand hesitates at the question, "I'm not afraid." Yes, there was fear in her eyes, she's totally lying. "I'm worried for you." Her cool fingers go from his hair to his forehead, but she can't help a quirk of her lips at his word choice, "A puddle of love? That sounds terrible. I'm so sorry, no wonder you've been grumpy." Her fingers gently go over his forehead, in a soothing manner, "Hopefully some rest will help."

Logen stares up at her arms. "I worry about you. I keep thinking that you hate me so I'm never sure if I should hug you or stand there quietly. When I do hug… You tense up and I feel like if you could punch…you'd punch me." His eyes slide closed. "You are my puddle." He sounds slightly possessive. "I had a dream." His voice quiet. "Sess over my bed with a hammer. I'm scared about what it means but I know if you are beside me… I don't have to fear anything, my darling puddle."

Draventa takes a deep breath, "No…I don't hate you Logen. I'm just scared. I was lied to by someone I trusted. And no one comforted me and told me it was ok." Hell, the Queen cried with Draventa. Her fingers keep stroking his forehead, trying to calm him, "I don't want you hurt, I don't want to punch you. I'm just a stupid little girl, who's scared." Her cool fingers freeze though as he speaks of his dream, a small quiver. "I've been having dreams as well. Did Sess say anything?" She keeps her voice low, not wanting the maids to over hear.

Logen tears up and shakes his head. "I see him standing there. He's in rich brown robes. His eyes burn like embers and his skin is tattooed with red ink. He holds a hammer in his hand. Near him is a woman who is blindfolded and she holds golden scale in her hand. He raises the hammer to smash it into my chest but I wake up before it hits. Then when I drift off… I see myself standing in a temple, empty of guards and all around me .. the walls and the floor are red with blood. Everything has been broken and there is nothing left. One of the Enlightened, broken and laying in a pool of blood. Next to me I see all the statues on the private alters in the castle turn their backs as Sess reappears. I feel the power and weight of his hammer hovering over me and then I wake again." The tears fall. "I'm really scared."

Draventa's hands move trying to get to his shoulders. His words are upsetting her a lot. "You need to speak to a priest or priestess. We should go find Priestess Luna right away." She'll try to stand, not ever having been drunk like the prince, so not aware that once a drunk settles, they're comfy for the time being. "Has anyone else had this dream? Have you mentioned this to your brother or father?" She's biting her lower lip, there's three distinct possibilities here, none good.

Logen shakes his head and just lies there. "But… I'm sinking into the floor." He stays lying against the table while he takes her hands and brings them around his neck.. "I haven't talked to anyone about this dream. If anything happens… I will protect you." He takes her chin and kisses the corner of her lips and frowns. "I missed…" He looks at her lips and sighs. "Don't fear yet. Tomorrow we will speak with Luna, alone. Or at least… with Luna… alone with us…cause Enlightened are good chaperones."

Draventa lets him move her, but the worry for him is very clear. It's a very confusing moment, the worry and then the small flutter in her chest when he tries to kiss her. It's all very confusing. She'll nod slowly, "Promise me. Promise me you'll speak to her, even without me." Her fingers go to the back of his neck, cool still against his skin. She'll try to make eye contact, her pale eyes worriedly watching him. She's scared, even with his reassurances. Maybe because they're drunken reassurances.

Logen does still feel exceptionally warm. His eyes stare into hers and they are clearly not focused. He slides closer to her and puts his forehead against her own, wrapping his arms under her own and pulling their bodies together…scandalously but … clothed. He rests his head on her shoulder. He's not good with eye contact when he's drunk. "I give you words on my mother. I promise that I will speak with Luna as soon as I can. What do you fear?"

Draventa starts blushing, and her eyes fly wide, looking to her maids who are both stepping up. She'll do a small hand wave, to indicate that she's not doing anything, but trying to keep the prince calm. "Logen, darling….please. We can't be like this…not yet." Her heart's thumping that she even said such a thing! "I think sleep is what you need most. I believe you that you'll go. you've given me your word." Not that his word stopped him from drinking, but maybe this will hold. It's scary enough. She'll try to gently push away.

Logen pulls back slowly and he frowns. "But…you are my wife…Did I hurt you and… Oh…" He tears up and takes a step back. "I hurt you and now you need time to heal and I'm sorry." He glances to the handmaidens. "Why didn't you stop me from hurting her!" He wipes his eyes. "I'm a horrible person and she doesn't deserve this." He glances back to her. "I'm so sorry I hurt you. I hope one day you can forgive me." He turns and moves rather easily towards the door before stopping and staring at Lorraine. He points at her and his eyes narrow. "I know what you did." He glances to the Moniwid guards. "Watch that one. She steals cookies." He turns to Draventa. "My darling wife, I'll be in bed. Don't stay up too late."

Draventa frowns, confused, "Logen, what are you…"She trails off as Logen rambles and gets more confused. Her whole face pales, and the fear is back, but now it's for something completely different. Does he think she's Caitlyn? She'll shrink some, unsure how to deal with this development and looks to both maids, who are as thrown by this as she is. Infact Lorraine straightens up, looking like she's ready to hit the prince if he gets too close. The princess watches all of this, unsure, but tears are forming in her eyes. Her hand goes to cover her mouth, and she'll just watch Logen as he sways. Her vice is soft and confused. "Logen…please be careful." Once he's out the door she'll motion for one of the Moniwid guards to make sure he gets to his chambers, or at least to a Kilgour guard.

Logen nods to her. "I love you, my darling Draventa. My wife. The moon to my son. The light in my darkness. The north on my compass." He smiles at her and then goes back to glaring at Lorraine. He glances to the guards and then the twins are there. "You escaped sir!" Logen nods his head. "Yup. You read that I was invited to see her so I didn't want to disappoint me. She wanted to draw me naked." He speaks to his servants. "I doubt that sir. You aren't pleasant to look at naked. Maybe she just wanted tea?" "Pfft. Her handmaiden stole all the cookies." "For shame! Did you mention it?" "Nope. Total gentleman." They disappear down the hall.

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