Winwolfa (A Roan x Female OC Fanfic)

Chapter 30

Astrid woke up the next morning with a throbbing headache and unbearably sore arches. She smacked her lips a couple of times to adjust to the dryness in her mouth. Her aching body was sprawled across the bed, legs tangled in the blankets. An eye peeked open, but immediately shut it when the light pulsed in her vision.

Whatever happened after Roan sent her tumbling to the floor was blurred by her hangover. 

She groaned loudly as she turned away from the light, tucking herself into the blanket. Whatever hope for more sleep was quickly disturbed by the man behind the busted down door. 

"C'mon Astrid, it's midafternoon. We got shit to do." He grumbled as strode closer to her. 

"Five more minutes." She pleaded as she rolled away from him, face tucked into the blankets. 

"Nope. Get up." Astrid hissed at the sudden stream of light. She tried to fight back, clawing for the blankets that were ripped off her body, as Roan slung her over his shoulder and plopped her in the chair across the room. "Get dressed and meet me outside."

"Where are we going?" She asked through a yawn, then proceeded to rub the tiredness from her eyes with the heel of her palm. 

"Don't worry about it, Asteroid." He teased before he slipped out the door. Body still feeling sluggish, she fumbled to get one foot through her pants, nearly tripping in the process. She had no recollection of how she got out of the dress. Probably Tilda. She'd have to thank her for it later. If she wasn't busy with her female friend from last night. 

Astrid grimaced as she stepped outside. The cold chill snapped her awake, but the sun proved a formidable enemy this morning. Or afternoon. Whatever Roan told her. She wasn't paying attention. 

Roan was already mounted on his horse, waiting impatiently for Astrid. Lips pressed in a fine line, he watched as she struggled to hop into the saddle, then proceeded to curse the entire time until she was seated. Roan galloped past the gates and into the woods, leaving Astrid to slack behind. Vitality slowly pooled back into her as they galloped through the thick trees, weaving in and out until they stumbled upon a familiar spot. The hot springs.

It took no time at all for Astrid to strip from her clothes in the bare necessities and plunge into the warm water of the springs. Instantly, the hangover that loomed over her melted.

"Thanks for this." She groaned out as she allowed her head to rest against the cool rocks. White hair skimmed the surface, floating around her. Roan took a minute to gaze at her face after he joined her. The pale skin had tanned slightly. Once hollow and jagged, her cheeks were now fuller, embracing a rosy, pink tint along them. 

Then, he allowed his eyes to trail along her body. To the new scars she had gathered. Some from the fight with his mother, others from her past as Sheidstaka. Or perhaps, her days from running. Roan remembered the small scars that littered her body the last time they visited the hot springs, and the uproar it caused afterwards. Still, that curiosity hadn't faltered. 

"Astrid." She hummed in reply. "Tell me about your scars."

Her eyes shot open, and she raised her head to look at him. She blinked once then said, "Which ones?"

"Anyone. Whichever ones you fell comfortable talking about." She pondered for a moment, let loose a heavy sigh, then began explaining the origins of each of her scars. Starting with the beginning. It was a morbid past, but she figured if they were going to be spending the rest of their lives together, then he might as well know the stories that formed her.

"Well, my first scars started when I was young. I told you how I was an experiment on the Ark. Well, my parents did a lot of testing on me. They injected toxins into my body, took my blood, skin and tissues. Anything they could analyze, really. They performed a lot of different experiments on me. Most of them I blocked out. But the reason I have my hair," Astrid ran her fingers through the wet locks in the water, "It was because of those experiments."