Challenge De Escritura
Challenge de Escritura
05. Se reencuentran (AU)
por si quieres leerlo en ao3
En el castillo, una preocupación general rodeaba a sus habitantes. La guerra contra el país del Sur ya había empezado hace más de dos meses, y la ausencia del Rey era un tema que Naeve intentaba manejar con una sonrisa en la cara.
Era de un buen conocimiento que el Rey era el mejor guerrero, y que por ello, sus soldados también eran de los mejores. Sin embargo, no importa que tan buenos sean; la guerra es la guerra y siempre hay caídos.
Naeve confiaba en las habilidades de Kylo, confiaba en que volvería, con algunas heridas pero volvería. Fue un día lluvioso cuando las noticias llegaron, de que habían ganado la guerra y de que preparen las unidades de sanación.
Solo fueron tres días a esto, de que un bullicio llegó con el atardecer y los soldados aparecieron. Naeve organizó la entrada, y los heridos mientras llegaban fueron llevados a sanación, la pelea había sido ruda, las heridas eran profundas pero sólo hubo tres guerreros perdidos en batalla.
Naeve no tuvo tiempo a preocuparse, no hasta que todos los heridos estuvieron acostados y medianamente estables. Eran tardes de la madrugada cuando Naeve finalmente pudo preguntar por su esposo. Aunque nadie supo darle una respuesta.
Con un pánico en el pecho, buscó por los jardines, por las unidades de heridos, el establo y las habitaciones de los soldados, que los pocos que no habían sido heridos la recibieron con sorpresa, aunque tampoco pudieron darle una exactitud de donde se encontraba Kylo.
Decidió calmarse, respirar e ir a cambiar su ropa manchada por la sangre. Casi nadie se encontraba en el castillo, sino estaban ayudando a los soldados, estaban preparando la comida para darles. Su cuerpo se sentía pesado, tenía ganas de llorar pero era la Reina, no podía permitirse deprimirse cuando su pueblo estaba luchando por mantenerse. Entró a la habitación deseando verse a sí misma dormida y darse cuenta que todo esto era un sueño, sabía que no lo era.
Y esto fue claro cuando dentro, sentado en la cama y gimiendo de dolor se encontraba Kylo, quién intentó pararse y ocultar su cuerpo tapado por la sangre. Heridas profundas en toda su espalda.
—Amor—Naeve corrió hacia su lugar, y sin siquiera prestar atención a otra cosa que no fuera Kylo. Intentó tocar su hombro sin embargo antes de que siquiera pudiera ver bien la herida, Kylo se paró tapándose con su camisa negra—¡¿Qué haces?! Estás lastimado, hay que limpiarlo…
—No hay problema, no duele—mintió alejándose del tacto de su esposa y en cambio ponerse a su frente besando su sien—No te acuestes aún, cambiaré las sábanas.
—Kylo—la joven se sorprendió de lo seca y dura que salió su voz, pero su esposo no se detuvo de buscar las frazadas.
—¿Si, mi amor?
—Acuéstate ahora mismo, o consideraré nuestro divorcio.
El hombro se congeló, y se sentó en la cama sin rechistar. Naeve se acercó a él sacándole la camisa con descontento. Reviso la herida, llegaba desde el hombro hasta la parte baja de la espalda, la piel estaba abierta y la sangre no dejaba de chorrear. ¿Cómo siquiera podía fingir que no le dolía cuando de solo verlo a ella le daba escalofríos?
—Iré a buscar vendas y alcohol, espera aquí.
—Amor, no es necesario…—intento decir Kylo con una sonrisa. Pero a Naeve le dolía el corazón.
—No digas una palabra más.
Tan pronto como la joven se fue, el pelinegro suspiró queriendo dormir por tres días, abrazado a su esposa. Esta situación… Era molesta. Cuando volvió, Naeve sacó el algodón y limpió la herida sin decirle una palabra. Kylo aguantó quejidos de dolor y cuando su herida empezó a ser cubierta por las vendas, notó los ojos dolidos de Naeve. Era tan estupido.
—Gracias.
—¿Tienes hambre?—Naeve se paró tirando los algodones sucios. Negó y llamó a la chica por su nombre.
—Lo siento.
Silencio. Y de repente los sollozos se hicieron presentes.
—Maldita sea, Kylo. Ni te imaginas lo preocupada que estaba—Naeve tapó su cara con sus manos—¿Porque no fuiste a una unidad de sanación? Nadie sabía dónde estabas, ni cómo.
—Lo siento, en serio, simplemente quería estar aquí… contigo—sonrió—y descansar.
Kylo agarró sus manos, y apoyo su cabeza ahí. Naeve se soltó haciendo que su esposo levantara la mirada, acarició su pelo y besó su nariz.
—Te extrañé muchísimo, Kylo.
—Yo también mi amor.
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The intoxicating smell of fresh herbs blending together for dinner greets Lewis as he arrives home after a long day of meetings. Shrugging off his coat, he rounds the hallway corner, stopping to lean against the entryway and watching you.
You are unaware of his presence, having missed the sound of the door opening and closing, too busy listening to a podcast while making soup for dinner. He watches you for a bit before coming up behind you, snaking his arms around your waist and startling you.
“Hi, sweetheart,” he says, pressing a kiss against your temple.
“Hi, Lew,” you reply, turning to smile up at him. “How was your day?”
“Busy,” he answers simply. “How was yours?”
You shrug, turning back to the pot in front of you. “Productive, for the most part.”
“Good,” he mumbles against your neck, not wanting to let go. Lewis is a very clingy man, especially behind closed doors.
“Why don’t you go change? Dinner will be ready when you’re back,” you suggest, and he reluctantly lets go, heading into the bedroom.
He returns just as you’re ladling the soup into bowls and setting them on the table.
As Lewis sits down, you can’t help but notice how his eyes light up at the sight of the steaming bowls in front of him. He reaches for your hand across the table, giving it a gentle squeeze.
“This looks amazing, love. Thank you,” he says, his voice warm with appreciation.
You smile back, feeling a flutter in your chest at his words. “You’re welcome. I hope you like it.”
As you both begin to eat, Lewis tells you more about his day, the meetings he had, and the plans for the upcoming race weekend. You listen intently, offering words of encouragement and support. It’s these quiet moments together that you cherish the most, away from the cameras and the public eye.
After dinner, Lewis insists on doing the dishes, shooing you away to relax. You curl up on the couch with a book but find yourself watching him instead, admiring the focus and concentration he has for something so simple. Your eyes trail from his face to his toned body, and you get lost in the view, only pulled back to reality when you hear him clear his throat.
“You’re staring,” he muses, and you smirk.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” you tease, and he lets out a small laugh.
He grabs his own book off the shelf and joins you in the living room. You sit up to make space for him, and he pulls a pillow onto his lap so you can lie back down comfortably.
He interrupts your reading every so often to tell you about something interesting he’s come across, and you’re amused by how excited he gets. Once it gets later in the night, you yawn, and Lewis immediately closes his book.
“Shower, then bed?” he suggests, and you nod sleepily.
You follow him into the bathroom, stripping off your clothes as he gets the shower ready.
The warm water cascades over your bodies as you step into the shower together. Lewis gently massages shampoo into your hair, his fingers working out the tension from the day. You lean into his touch, sighing contentedly.
“Turn around,” he murmurs, and you comply. He begins to wash your back, his strong hands kneading your muscles. You can’t help but let out a soft moan of pleasure.
“Feel good?” he asks, a hint of amusement in his voice.
“Mmhmm,” you respond, too relaxed to form words.
After rinsing off, you return the favor, washing Lewis’s back. He closes his eyes, savoring your touch.
Once clean, you both step out of the shower, wrapping yourselves in fluffy towels. Lewis pulls you close, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.
“I love you,” he whispers, staring deeply into your eyes.
“I love you too, and I love nights like these,” you reply softly.
You dry off and change into comfortable pajamas, Lewis opting for just a pair of sweatpants.
In the bedroom, you climb into bed, immediately snuggling close to Lewis as he wraps an arm around you. He traces lazy patterns on your skin with his fingertips, the gentle touch soothing you toward sleep.
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You were sitting on your desk trying to make the best smoky eye of your life, already dressed with your long black dress you were feeling kinda nervous. The high heels, the party, and being there with Charles.
It hadn't been long since you two started dating. And this type of thing was kind of a new experience.
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You laughed watching him by the mirror.
“ Well, look at you. Very very charming, Charles ” You smiled trying to not move too much. Your boyfriend got close to you with slow steps, staying at your side. He didn't say anything and you stared at the mirror. “What? Something is wrong?
Charles denied it with his head.
“ You look delightful dear ” You tried to hide the pink in your cheeks at his words. Charles couldn't stop watching your face and you, all of you. His heart started racing and he was hoping all the time that you could know how he felt about you. “ One day you’re going to kill me, mon cœur”
You smiled at him, putting down the brush.
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Charles returned the smile sitting with you.
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“ Your acting is very good, love” you said when the kiss broke with your breaths mixing.
“ There is no acting, everything is about you”
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