The Curse of Tyvem: The Voiceless

Morning

    Lavender awoke to the soft sound of birds chirping outside their room and the daylight streaming through their window.  Everything looked kind of washed out so the sun was just rising into the sky. Suddenly, remembering where she was and who she was with Lavender sat up. A little too quickly according to the pounding in her head. Her mouth was so dry and the room felt like it was moving beneath her. She looked over to the other side of the bed and saw Tyran resting peacefully.  He must have helped her back to the room after drinking too much last night.  She could only recall segments of the night. She took stock of herself quickly and realized that her vest and boots were draped on the chair by the desk. She looked at Tyran with a new sense of appreciation and was really taken aback by his rugged face.  His jawline was starting to look rough with fresh stubble coming in and his hair was pushed back out of his face.  Tyran's chest rose and fell at a steady rate.  He was quite muscular and a light dusting of hair covered his chest and trailed down his toned stomach and into the waistband of his pants.

    "If you want to look, all you have to do it ask."

    Lavender was startled by his comment and quickly turned her head to hide her embarrassment. She desperately wanted to be anywhere but there, she had been caught red handed.

    "I don't know what you mean by that.  I was NOT looking at you," she looked back at Tyran and saw he had brought his hand up over his face and his eyes were still closed.  There's no way he knew she was looking at him.

    "I could feel your gaze on me. It woke me up, so thanks for that.  I was having a very nice dream," his eyes sparkled mischievously as he looked at Lavender from her tussled hair to her crumpled white shirt.

    Lavender pushed her hair behind her ear and stood up. She straightened out her shirt and tucked it back into her pants. She huffed at him and could feel her walls going back up.  There may have been a momentary lapse in her judgement last night, but she would not allow that to become a habit.

    "Well, er, thanks for getting me back to room," she huffed and awkwardly stuffed her hands into her pockets, unsure on how to continue. Tyran continued to lay on the bed with a slight smile at the awkward silence that filled the air after her expression of gratitude.  He could tell it wasn't something she had to do often. He let a content yawn escape and slid his hand down his face.

    "You're a tad heavier than you look and you snore.  I know you said we wouldn't share a bed but I felt this would be a good way for you to make it up to me without having to do anything crazy, so consider us even."

    "I most certainly do not snore but I really do appreciate that help last night.  I don't typically drink and I guess I didn't realize when the ale had been switched with wine," her throat was burning and she needed something to eat.  She threw on her vest and boots and tromped out to the great hall without a second glance at the large, half naked man in her bed. 

    Bridgette gave her a sour look as she entered the area. Lavender headed over to the pot over the fire and ladled some porridge out. She was ready to eat and get on with her day.  She carefully inspected her tea before consuming.  While she was not the type of person to go around accusing people, she had a suspicion that Bridgette switched her drinks last night. It was apparent that she had some sort of idea of the  relationship she and Tyran had and she may have been a little jealous of Lavender sharing a room with him.  The faces she kept making at her almost confirmed her suspicions. Lavender sighed and carefully ate her porridge.  If she had known Bridgette was going to be so nasty she would have used her gift of foresight on her.

    Just to humor herself Lavender delved into her mind and channeled her gift.  She felt her blood run cold with the image her mind was painting.  She was pushing open the door to her room and saw Bridgette with her body pressed to Tyran and her dress fallen about her waist, leaving her stomach and breasts bare. She had her hand snaked through Tyran's hair and he was pulling his face towards her's.

    Lavender looked down at her half eaten bowl of food and felt her appetite disappear.  They didn't have anything between them, but why did that vision hurt so bad. She felt sick all over again and it wasn't from the hangover. Her hands were clenched tight into fists and she could see her knuckles turning white.  She wasn't going to sit there and wallow in pity.  If Lavender wanted something then she took it.  Why should this be any different?  She stood up and took a determined step towards their room.  He may not be her's, but he sure as hell wouldn't be Bridgette's either.