In truth, the day off wasn't much of a relief at all. Éowyn was exhausted, yes - but she welcomed that exhaustion. It meant she had little time to think, to dwell on the events of that night. It meant that she had somewhere to vent her stubbornness and anger, and she went about all her duties - the ones determined by Vanessa, as well as the ones she held in any case as the Lady of Edoras - with bullish intensity. For the most part, she'd forgotten - made herself forget - her humiliation at Vanessa's hands.
For the most part. Nobody needed to know the dreams she'd had occasionally, or the couple of times that, unable to bear the pressure of it, she'd let herself revisit that night while her calloused fingers worked between her legs. Nobody needed to know, and she was ferociously determined that nobody would. It had happened, and it was in the past, and that was that.
Even so, she was oddly disappointed during their ride, that Vanessa made no mention of it. Part of her - a dark part, one she wasn't willing to admit - was hoping for something more. Something like this.
But even that part of her recoiled from the shackles. She took an involuntary step back, revulsion written large across her face. Her eyes flicked from the shackles, to Vanessa, then back to the shackles. Then, with a little grunt, she turned her back and vaulted into the saddle.
"You go too far," she said sharply, making a great effort not to sound afraid, but rather angry. "And I, my lady, am going back. I have much to do, and little time for your whims."
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Date: 2016-08-31 02:42 pm (UTC)For the most part. Nobody needed to know the dreams she'd had occasionally, or the couple of times that, unable to bear the pressure of it, she'd let herself revisit that night while her calloused fingers worked between her legs. Nobody needed to know, and she was ferociously determined that nobody would. It had happened, and it was in the past, and that was that.
Even so, she was oddly disappointed during their ride, that Vanessa made no mention of it. Part of her - a dark part, one she wasn't willing to admit - was hoping for something more. Something like this.
But even that part of her recoiled from the shackles. She took an involuntary step back, revulsion written large across her face. Her eyes flicked from the shackles, to Vanessa, then back to the shackles. Then, with a little grunt, she turned her back and vaulted into the saddle.
"You go too far," she said sharply, making a great effort not to sound afraid, but rather angry. "And I, my lady, am going back. I have much to do, and little time for your whims."