Chapter 2: Whats in a name?
Yes! She said excitedly and started to pull him over to her bed. Instantly he realized that was the wrong thing to say. With in reason, Raygen! He cried as she pushed the pile of Comics, Mangas and books off her bed. Paris, would you turn the light off and shut the door, please? She asked sweetly turning the covers down. Paris hesitated in an almost astonished pose. Raygen looked up, puzzled, then shrugged and turned the light out and shut the door herself. Are you ok, Paris? She asked finally touching his huge arm.
He blinked then opened his mouth to speak but couldnt seem to muster a word. Raygen jumped into her bed and laughed, she patted an area next to her and smiled. Well, come on! She said. Paris looked to the closed door then to her; he slowly moved over to her and sat on the edge of the bed. As he was about to give her a lecture about why whatever it was she wanted wasnt going to happen, she pulled on his shoulders hard enough to send him falling backward.
Raygen cuddled under his arm and rested her head on his chest like a child. She breathed in the scent of clean skin and cotton; there was something about Paris that made her feel safe. His smell, that was unique to him, was calming and fresh. He was always so clean; she couldnt figure how he could be so clean when it seemed all he did was work out and train. Many a day she watched him lift weights, in fact it was her favorite pastime and when he asked nicely, Dont you have anything better to do? She nodded stupidly but continued to watch.
Paris cleared his throat and shifted, she felt his arm curl around and then the pressure of his large hand was at her back. First, dont ever leave without me again, you need someone to protect you, you know? Raygen said playing with the edge of his shirt. He grumbled in response. And second, to make this up
you have to tell me a story, about how you got such a weirdo name. She said nuzzling his chest.
Why would you want to hear about that? He asked. I just do. She countered shyly. His heart beat sounded like thunder in hr ear, but it was steady and calm, hers however was not. The act of pulling him toward her bed nearly sent her down Heart Attack River with a cheesecake paddle. Very well, not such a terrible price to pay
Paris said shifting again so his head wasnt wrenched against the headboard. Why, what did you think I was going to ask for? Raygen asked; glad he couldnt see her bright red cheeks and wide eyes.
I can never be sure with you. He said and smiled. Yeah right! Raygen cried, she was truly glad he couldnt see her now. My name then
well, it was always my Mothers dream to see the city of Paris but she and my Father had little money. They lived in a little place in London and ran a book store their, my Mother read endless novels about France and talked nonstop about it, or so my Father said. When she found out she was pregnant, she decided, girl or boy that the child would be named Paris. And so there you have it.
Raygen groaned. That wasnt long enough; tell me how you came to move to France and why you hardly have an accent. She said sleepily. They finally saved enough money to move there and
He paused for a moment. I have lived in America for a very long time; I suppose that the accent will one day vanish completely. He said, his fingers mindlessly stroking the soft tufts of blue and purple hair resting in his palm. That would be a shame
accents are killer hot
Raygen muttered. Paris laughed and shook his head. You think everything is killer hot Ma petite. He said with a grin.
Say something else in French, please? She asked. Oh là là. He laughed and rustled her hair again. You are such a jerk
She growled, but not long after began to snore softly. Paris closed his eyes and continued to stroke her hair until he too fell asleep. He wasnt sure how long he had been asleep but the gentle pressure of a hand on his shoulder woke him. He opened his eyes to see Minister Paul staring down at him with a cheerful smile.
I see she tricked you into a sleep over again, eh Paris? He asked. Paris groaned and gently pulled his arm free and slid off the bed, Raygen crumpled into an unconscious heap in the center. Yes, something like that. What time is it? He asked stretching his stiff neck. Hmm 6:35 am, why not sleep a while longer? Minister Paul suggested. They will expect breakfast when they get up, if I go back to sleep I wont get enough sleep anyway. Paris said looking back to Raygen, who was snoring again.
You need to sleep. I will handle the meals today. Go on now
Minister Paul commanded urging Paris by the arm to the door. Unless you would rather sleep here? He asked with a chuckle glancing at Raygen. Paris seemed to be only slightly affected by the old mans teasing. Mon deiu, Paul, in the house of God you suggest such a thing? He gasped with a frown. Sleeping is not a sin Paris, I have no idea what your own evil mind might be implying to my innocent joke. Paul laughed as they walked from the room.
Paris avoided the old mans eyes now, obviously embarrassed by his own presumptuous thinking. The two walked in silence down the hall until they reached the big wolfs room, then Paul patted Paris on the back. Yes, a sweet girl indeed, Raygen. She cares very much for you, had to hear about how she wasnt going to forgive you for tonight, seems though she couldnt quite go through with it. Paul said and smiled cheerfully. Yes
Paris said and then vanished into his room.
Hey where is the big P? Red asked entering the small dining/kitchen area of the old church, it was small and dark but it was homey. He is sleeping in, Red. Sit down I made eggs for breakfast. Minister Paul said showing off a frying pan. Aw righteous
Red muttered, looking just as sleepy as he had when he rolled from bed. Boasting possibly the most lacks and laid back attitude of the three Volven, Red was and could only be called a
slacker. His Dude talk, which infuriates Paris and his Why cant we all be friends way of thinking, made him an almost useless member of the group; unless of course you count comic relief.
His name, which is not real, Red Calhoon, is a shining example of his personality; a fool, a dreamer and a child; however it compliments his un-kept flaming red hair. Good morning Paul! Raygen beamed sitting down at the small table, it had four chairs around it with four place settings. Paul smiled and scraped scrambled eggs onto her already set plate. Good morning child. He replied. Raygen looked down at the eggs, attempting not to make a face for they were black with what looked like chunks of ham in them.
Paul. Where is Paris? She asked looking around, trying to be somewhat civil. Dont you know? Saw you and the big dude getting awful snuggly in your rooooommmm. Red teased shoveling in burnt egg. Shut up, freak! Paris is a gentleman, unlike you. He would never do anything improper
Raygen touted but looked somewhat depressed at the same time.
Some ones got a crush! Red laughed. Raygen growled and reared her fork back to stab him. But before the fork could be sunk into the head of her compatriot, a large hand grabbed her wrist. Comb your hair, Red. Paris said before releasing Raygens hand and taking a seat at the table. It is combed
Red replied bewildered. Comb it again then, you look like a Hobo. Paris grumbled. Red ruffled his hair and tried to slick it back but it just fell right back in place. Cant kill the Do man, sorry. Heard you fought the big man last night, right on, right on
You are the dude with the tude. So, how did it go? Red Asked.
Raygen shot her head up, nearly choking on her juice. WHAT? It was the King? Paris? She gasped. It didnt go very well, and I am glad you two werent there, because you would have been killed. I nearly was killed
Paris Admitted solemnly. There was a moment of silence, it wasnt often that their Leader admitted he was unable to defeat a foe; in fact it had never happened until now. Big headed fool, you always think you can do everything
Raygen muttered suddenly, her head down while she poked at a chuck of some kind of meat.
Paris raised an eyebrow. Dude
Red muttered with a slightly incoherent giggle. You think that I poorly judge the situation, Raygen? Paris asked. His tone tinged with anger. She shied away from his eyes. I guess you judged it right for you and thats all that matters, right? Raygen said. She then got up and pushed her chair in. Excuse me Paul, thank you for breakfast. She smiled then left the room. Paris took a deep breath and shifted his jaw. Chill broseph, shes like got permanent PMS or something, like for real. Red assured him and patted his back.
Dont call me Broseph. Paris said. He then got up and slammed his chair into the table and stalked off. Red looked over to Paul as they sat there in silence. So
Paul dude are you like gunna eat those eggs? Cuz I have like the killer munchies. He asked with a wide grin. Paul shook his head and slid his plate over. I certainly hope she doesnt get him too angry today
the council wants to discuss a mission and I would rather he not be in a foul mood
Minister Paul said with a sigh.
To be continued in Chapter 3: The Wedding planner.