Post by Elaira Taravin on Apr 24, 2020 15:12:03 GMT
“I... I've missed you as well.”
Elaira waited in the moment that followed, hardly daring to breath, not knowing what to say. So much had gone unsaid between her and Gareth, and the weight of it all was too much to bear. She’d spent years in his company, growing closer, and meeting again had ignited a spark that Elaira hadn’t realized existed.
It seemed as though the weight of the moment was too much for either of them to bear. Gareth turned to follow Ishara, and Elaira let out a surprisingly steady breath. This was fine. There would be other chances with less pressure, they could learn to—
Then, in the middle of the training yard, Gareth closed the distance between them with shocking speed and pulled her into a kiss. Every sensation of the moment burned itself into her mind: his passion, lips, even the scruff of his beard indelibly marked in her memory. It was a blazing reflection of the light of saidar, a force that threatened to sweep her off her feet entirely, leaving nothing behind.
She looked up at him, dazed but smiling, dazzled by his eyes and his hair and...Gareth himself. The man he’d become was so—
“I love you. By the light, how I love you, Elaira!”
Unable to be contained, Gareth accompanied the words by lifting her bodily off the ground and spinning her madly, all the while beaming up at her. Elaira’s heart fluttered, and he pressed his forehead to hers, bring them close once more.
“Come back to me safe, my Ellisande. Promise me that you shall.”
Her breath caught. This was the most wonderful, romantic, idiotic, mortifying moment in her life. Her heart was torn in a million places, but at the forefront of her mind was the fact that the man she loved just whirled an Aes Sedai around in the middle of the White Tower’s grounds like she was a farmgirl.
“Gareth Trakand, you woolheaded fool of a man, set me down this instant.”
The words were sweet, but carried fire behind them, spoken through a smile and gritted teeth. Her eyes must have been blazing fury at the speed with which she found herself once more in the ground.
“If you even think about about trying a stunt like that again in public, I will personally tie you in Air, stuff you in a sack, and bundle you off to the Black Tower, where it’s my hope that you will be out of trouble until the Dragon comes again. Are we clear?”
She huffed our a breath, cheeks flushed. Light, her head was all over the place. She’d never been the picture of Aes Sedai decorum but this?
She turned her head, keenly aware that Ishara had likely seen everything, at least.
“Now, let’s go find your sister before we make even greater fools of ourselves.”
Elaira moved to go, but stopped. Her heart hadn’t stopped hammering. She turned to look at him, the sweetly serious expression replaced by an authentic smile and blazing red cheeks.
“I love you, Gareth.”
The words were out there for both of them, and Elaira could barely contain the glee, fear, and joy they inspired.
“If I didn’t have to leave I’d want nothing more than to spend every waking moment I could manage with you. I will return, and we will continue this discussion more privately, I promise.”
Then she was moving toward Taivin and Ishara, heart lighter than ever.