An Unexpected Meeting
TIS FATE THAT DECIDES THOSE WHO WE SEE AGAIN..
SIOBHAN MACLEOD
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LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK[/color][/ul]
SIOBHAN MACLEOD[/b] She called to him, trying to mask the Scottish accent that seemed to leak slightly in her words. With a bit of a stomp to her step, she moved up next to him so that his frame was slightly taller then her own. She could smell the sweat and metal on his skin, the dirt and grime and it was not overly unpleasant, just different.
``Do you lie often or is this a game you play to simply amuse yourself? I do not like liars and I demand an apology.``[/color][/ul]
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK[/b] Lucius replied calmly, staring down at her stoically, much like his father.[/color][/ul]
SIOBHAN MACLEOD[/b] It was a wild accusation, but Siobhan never left anything out when it came to such. She tried to prepare herself for anything in life and maybe that made her slightly bitter to always see the bad things and rarely the good.[/color][/ul]
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK[/b][/color][/ul]
SIOBHAN MACLEOD[/b] Meaning she believed him, even as her chin rose slightly higher.
``I am sorry for your loss, but Kendrew is a noble knight and it is an honor to be chosen by him, of all people.`` She could be rude and ask him why, but the reason was clear. To look at Lucius now, you could see he wanted something in life. What it was, she did not know, but he had determination, much like herself. Looking back to his chest... she smiled softly as she looked back to his brown eyes.
``I see the changes that such a task is making, though you still have what many call a bird chest. Hopefully, the knight can put some muscles upon it.`` Reaching out, she lightly pressed her finger tips along his left peck muscle, just the brush of a touch as she stared at that area.
``To protect your heart..``[/color][/ul]
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK[/b] Much like he could not rescue his knight. Lucius' eyes watched her careful, and noted that her eyes drifted, but thought nothing of it. Naive. A...bird chest? That term had him arching a brow and blinking.
``...A bird chest...?`` Lucius was not even sure if that was an insult or compliment. When had the talk shifted to his chest? Frowning a bit, confused, Lucius turned his eyes down to his chest...and then her fingertips over his left pectoral muscle. Her fingertips were like fire, burning the nerves and making his heart skip a beat. Oh he hoped she did not notice that. Swallowing hard again, dark eyes lifted to her face, moving from her lips to her eyes.
``...You are...very kind to say such, my Lady...`` considering the normal insults and berating she threw at him. Aside from the bird chest comment...her words were actually...nice. Why did he have the strangest urge to kiss her? No, no, he shouldn't. She would smack him surely for that. Little did he know that he was unconsciously leaning a bit closer to her face.
``...To hear such words would inspire anyone to be a knight...to gain your favour.`` Oh he needed to stop talking. Pressing his lips together, Lucius quickly looked away.[/color][/ul]
SIOBHAN MACLEOD[/b] her words were kind? Strangely, he saying that very comment, made her realize how very unkind her words had been to him every time they had come face to face. Why was that? Maybe it was because she did not want to stir moments like these. With her fingers still lingering along the left side of his peck muscles, those cadet blue eyes rose up to look at his own darker ones. There they remained and for a moment, she did not realize him leaning closer to her. His words, they touched something in her, making her cold heart race within her chest and her lips become dry. His face was coming closer and she could feel the droplets of the water from his hair and skin move over the upside of her hand. Frozen, she stood completely still as he leaned closer. Her throat felt tight and her stomach had butterflies that flapped their wings as if trying to escape her insides. So close, why did she want a kiss from him? Had she always wanted this? What would it feel like? Moments before they could get closer, he pressed his lips together and turned his head away. Did she want that kiss? Taking the last few steps, she tried to lean closer, lifting her hand from his chest to rise it towards his chin so that finger tips could take that sharp shape in-between then with such tenderness, one might be shocked she could possess it. The clef on his chin and the way his nose was not completely perfect, made him alluring. Flawless even with flaws. She shared a similar nose, though feminine. Before she could pull him close enough to kiss, she heard her father call out her name, which made her literally jump and pull back quickly just as her father stepped out the back door, frowning at her and looking to Lucius before looking to her. It was time to leave. With a nod, she turned around and headed for the back door, pausing only a second to look at Lucius, before vanishing inside.[/color][/ul]
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BOLVERK THE BLACKSMITH[/b] His father knew, Lucius was well past the age to desire the touch of flesh. He had waited too long to help his son with such, but then again, maybe his son was already getting that which he desired. Did it make a father proud to know his son had some kind of charm? Yes, but if it became charm like his mother, it could be deadly. Now only them two inside the hut, the smith spoke bluntly as he stared at his son.
`` Have you laid with a woman yet Lucius? Shared your seed within her body? Felt her soft flesh against your firmer flesh?`` One might think it a joke, but as always, the smith was very serious.[/color][/ul]
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK[/b] And not without tension and her sharp tongue. The questions of his father threw him off guard, so much, that he blinked a few times. He knew his father was serious. Very.
``No sir...I have not. I have not shared company with a woman in such a way before...`` though, he wouldn't lie and say that he did not have such thoughts about a woman...like Siobhan. How lovely it would be to hold her...kiss her...run a hand through her silken hair...feel her soft flesh...under--woah. No. Bad time for such thoughts. Mentally kicking himself.[/color][/ul]
BOLVERK THE BLACKSMITH[/b] The smith paid for his pleasures when they were wanted, which was not often as it were. There was no shame in that, for the arrangements worked well for him. No bytch to stab his heart, no worry if she should lie, for she could lie all she wanted; he would still find his uses of them.[/color][/ul]
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK[/b] Lucius inquired.[/color][/ul]
BOLVERK THE BLACKSMITH[/b] Was he selfish to have not seen that his son was ready to be a man on his own? No, he gave him much freedom to do as he pleased. Money had been saved for Lucius to marry should he chose. Money to build a home for him and what Bolverk hoped was a blushing bride. Though of course a secret among many.[/color][/ul]
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK[/b] He asked, before his father went on, explaining why affairs happened. He didn't want that...he didn't want his wife--if he ever took one--to be unhappy.
``...I...I simply want to make the woman I take as my wife happy, to love her as a knight should love a woman...`` Lucius said, before taking a breath. How lovely it would sound and seem if he could take Siobhan as his wife...but there was little he knew of her, and it went beyond appearance. In that, Lucius was not so naive to marry without love and knowledge of the other person.
``...Father...was mother unhappy with you? How many women did you share a bed with before my mother?``[/color][/ul]
BOLVERK THE BLACKSMITH[/b] This was as most conversations. He spoke and gave Lucius the chance to speak, then countered and spoke back. He was not a demanding man, and listened to his son to try and ease the confusion. He was not his lord, only his father.
``I understand this need. A true man feels it and wants it. The love of a good woman, is said to be unlike anything else in the world. If you are too eager to find your pleasure, then the woman is left wanting..`` Bolverk did not think that this conversation would turn to her. Inward, he wanted to growl, but held back. It was Lucius' right to ask about her. Was she unhappy? The flash of hurt moved into Bolverk's eyes, but quickly he pushed it down.
``Your mother, became greedy because she felt there was no love. I am who I am Lucius and I could not change that for your mother. She knew who I was before she laid with me. We met when I was way beyond your years Lucius, so your mother was not the first, nor was she the last woman I have laid with. More will come. She was, the only one I gave my heart though. And she stabbed a knife into it. ``[/color][/ul]
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK[/b] He whispered, though that was nearer a statement rather than a question. Was he even wanted? Planned? Accident? Rising emotions boiled and balled in his throat. Mother hurt father...but who left who?
``...Father...I...why did mother leave me...us? Perhaps she thought you did not love her because she was not the only woman you cared for. If you gave your heart to mother...why were there others you laid with?``[/color][/ul]
BOLVERK THE BLACKSMITH[/b] It was not a request. Moving to the other seat, he sat his taller frame down and let his body relax as he stared at his son.
``I did marry your mother, even though she had given herself to me before our marriage. I married her because I wanted to and because she wanted it. She knew I loved her, for I provided for her always. She had nice clothing, food to always cook, a warm home and when I was home, I loved her. I was faithful to your mother while she was in my life Lucius. She was not faithful to me.`` Where did he begin?
``The others were before I met your mother. I did not think I would ever get married, or that a woman would love me like that Lucius. My job, my duty did not allow it. My duty, also took me from home often and your mother, wanted physical love, the joy of pleasure a man could give a woman in their bed chamber, so while I was away, she found others to help her with such. Even as you lay in your crib by our bed...``[/color][/ul]
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK[/b] He asked softly, though part of him did not want to even know the answer.[/color][/ul]
BOLVERK THE BLACKSMITH[/b] He was a different man then, in so many ways.
``I did not know what to do with a child; I was as lost and confused as you are now. That only heightens my bitterness to your mother. Before you cast all your hate onto her, I will finish the story.`` He knew, more questions could come. But best to say it before he lost his nerve.
``I was a cold male Lucius…and you, were a reminder of someone I now hate at that time. I took you to town and tried to give you to a few women I knew could care for you. No one would take you... so I did the best I could, to raise you and keep you safe.``[/color][/ul]
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK[/b] He asked softly, his voice...strained yet chilled with pain and bitterness.[/color][/ul]
BOLVERK THE BLACKSMITH[/b][/color][/ul]
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK[/b] And he rose from his chair, swallowing hard. He couldn't cry in front of his father...he had enough pain in his life. Lucius bowed his head.
``Forgive me, father, but I must retire to my room now. `` He said, before turning and moving out of his father's shop to head to his room to close the door and be alone with his thoughts.[/color][/ul]
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