Post by blythe on Feb 13, 2010 3:30:46 GMT -6
The Bean Shidh
Percival had kept to his duties as captain of the ship that night while she had returned to the captain's cabin in order to not only hide herself away but also to rest while she was able. Another attack could come at anytime, and The Banshee would not be caught unaware. Post was taken in that same corner of the room, her body curling there so that she could lean to the wall without much effort to sustain it. Sleep had come in small sessions, and every time of waking brought those eyes to look for him throughout the room. When Blythe didn't find the man she called Talon, she would close her eyes and let sleep sneak into her senses again. On those edges of sleep, the woman murmured soft and jumbled words to herself, phrases that only she would understand. Not that the language was off; that wasn't it at all. She spoke English, but the words were just odd. Soon after, however, she would drift again and the words would die away. This happened each time she slept, without fail.
PercivalVizharen
The door to the Captain's cabin open, and Percival emerged from the small hallway to take a seat at the table in the middle of the room. He did not appear tired, even after several days without rest. In fact, he looked well rested. The seat legs drug across the wooden floor before he sat heavily upon the seat and put his elbows to the table. There was a dish in the center which had food; carried in by the cook from below, it served as one of those times the Banshee had awoken. Percival set a plate in front of him and threw some there, and began to eat. He was prestine with manners, poised, but that did not slow his consumption. He hadn't looked her way yet.
The Bean Shidh
There was something about this man which captivated Banshee, something that gave her this feeling of kinship that she couldn't explain away. His movement into the room stirred her to wake, though it was a blessing that she didn't begin one of her ramblings again. Small yawn came from the redhead in the corner, her spine moving to straighten against the wall behind her as if to draw out the kinks which had taken up residence there while she slept. Minutes would pass as Blythe watched Percival eat. Finally, she was moved from her spot to stand without much sound and make her way over toward the table where he ate. A seat would be taken, blues immediately settling on his features. She doubted she would still see that dark flame there as she had earlier, but there was hope that she would see it again. In a way, it made her feel as if she was not so alone.
PercivalVizharen
Percival had an uncanny calm about him. When she sat, he casually glanced up after setting a glass of wine down upon the surface of the table. He did not say anything at first, he just continued to eat. There was a gesture to the center of the table, a gesture made as if asking her to take part in the meal. His hand did not linger though, because he grabbed a napkin to wipe his face and hands. " 'Tis morning, Banshee. We are but a half day's sail to Italy. What say you of our adventure so far, hm?" There was not a flame present behind his gaze, just a cold collected expression. His smile was casual, as if protocol for conversation. She might have been able to tell he was noble.
The Bean Shidh
Banshee read people well and knew long before now that he could be of a higher class of people. His gesture to the food drew her attention toward it, but there was no move made to partake just yet. Eyes returned to his gaze, her voice soon following. "It has not brought boredom." Which was the truth. And the truth brought her lips to smile. There is something to be said about a nice smile; it lights up the face, softens is and gives it far more expression than one might be used to seeing. For Blythe, a smile added to the beauty of the woman, even if the unruly red strands of her hair did not. "How is your hand?" Casually spoken, Banshee would reach to the plate of food and withdraw a slice of apple. It was then brought to her lips and a bite was taken. Again, he had the attention of her eyes, just as he always seemed to do.
PercivalVizharen
Her answer made him smirk, but it was short lived. He brought his drink up and gulped, then lowered the glass again. She had inquired about his hand, to which he raised it so she could see. "Good as new.." Flex of his pale fingers and he rotated his hand a bit, concreting his statement. "And yours?" His gaze lowered from her own to glance down. He indicated her arm with an outstretched hand, the one that held the glass of wine.
The Bean Shidh
Left hand was brought up in order for him to see that it was still wrapped and still a little swollen. "It is sore, but it will be well soon enough. Hasn't given me too much trouble, really. Then again, I have not had a chance to go leaping out of saddles and flinging myself from trees." Now it was her turn to smirk, though the last bit of the apple wedge was being consumed soon after.
PercivalVizharen
"I honestly think that was not your brightest moment. Had you stayed the course, you may have lost me in the woods." He said. "Then again, you gave me an opportunity to speak with you. I am thankful it happened, but your injury was unfortunate; if not.." He lifted his up to look. "Ironic." He smirked a bit, amusing himself as he took another bite and looked her way. "Have you ever been to Italy, Banshee?"
The Bean Shidh
"Had you taken my bait, it would have found you leading your mare into a blind jump into the gully. I was trying to kill you, Talon." A tiny smirk found her lips. A moment of wondering was given at his statement of something being ironic, but she didn't tarry over the idea of it. Soon enough, blues rose to browns and she spoke. "I've never been outside of Scotland."
PercivalVizharen
"Hm. Yes, yes you were. " He replied, nodding his head with a semblance of acknowledgment. She had earned his respect during their fight; now all that remained was vice versa.-- "It is a place of many things, but culture.. it is not. Italians can spot foreigners like a bird hunting mice. Your prowess is legendary, but it will behoove you to stay close to me. Appear a servant, until we find our man. Italians are privy to their own accents, their own culture. To draw their attention is to draw a gaze I am unprepared to be under. Rome is where we will find Spectre, hopefully. He is a very dangerous man.."
The Bean Shidh
Oh, he had earned her respect during their fight and the horse chase that followed. It was trust that he had yet to earn from the feral woman. Though, there had to be some manner of trust in the fact that she was actually here. As he spoke, she reached for another piece of fruit from the tray and ate the entire slice before speaking. "What sort of servant am I supposed to be?" Thin, red brow rose upward as those blues moved to catch his gaze again.
PercivalVizharen
"A silent one." He replied. "Your accent is strong. Unless you can mask it, or speak their language, you will draw the attention of people. They will remember a red haired woman with a foreign accent. I've found and killed people with only that amount of information about them; let us not be the victims of such a case."
The Bean Shidh
"I'll not speak a word, Talon." And that was her word. Even this short way into their friendship, he should know that her word was given and followed through each time. "And what manner of dress will this trip find me in? Should I wear the skirts and corsets or should I choose these?" She'd been wearing the doeskin pants and bodice with its linen undershirt since they had met. It was comfortable and easy to run in.
PercivalVizharen
"I have something more fitting for a lady in Italy, should you decide to wear them. It is something that will provide mobility, and allow you to safely stow your weapons; and should the need arise, a quick means to produce them. You may see the collection I have within my study. I have come prepared for this journey, and prior to the attack.. I had mended it to your size." He said proudly, easing back in his chair to have it tilt back a bit. "Some might find you sexy, though rest their souls. If they only knew the Banshee was one of the most dangerous women in Scotland!' Chuckle.
The Bean Shidh
"Oh, they will know should they be tempted too far past their wits and end up laying a touch against me." She smirked at his chuckling. "A half days sail to Italy, then." Sitting back into the chair some, Blythe pondered over something briefly before looking back toward his features. "I suppose I should be dressed properly before leaving the ship then, yes?" It would take time for her to clean up. The woman hadn't bathed in a month or so now, and something had to be done about those matted areas in her hair, otherwise it would be redundant to even try to dress up and look pretty, wouldn't it?
PercivalVizharen
"Yes. There is a room that leads to my personal quarters within my study. You will find everything you need there. Thank my sister, who often has traveled with me on many occasions." He smiled a bit, taking his own apple to eat. It was done unceremoniously, and with a loud crunch. "Was there anything else?"
The Bean Shidh
"No, nothing more for now." Rising from the table, she actually took up his glass of wine and had a small sip before settling it back down to the table. Without paying him another glance, she would turn and head off toward the study that he mentioned as well as the quarters there. It had been innumerable years since she had taken the time to clean up and make herself presentable as she would need to today.
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The Bean Shidh
Several hours would pass with not a single peek of the redheaded woman who'd been aboard the ship for two days now. She had been in his personal quarters bathing, working the knots out of hair, picking out some frilly little thing that his sister had left behind... Honestly, she was not at all pleased she was having to dress up for this, and who could blame her? She was fresh from the tree boughs of the woodlands where fineries such as this didn't have to be worn. Regardless, Banshee had chosen a deep blue gown with which to adorn her frame. It fit much better than she thought it might, but that wasn't saying much. The woman was small and hadn't eaten a proper diet in some years. She was a little on the malnourished side, at least by sight. Red locks were brushed out and treated with a light oil before her hair was pulled up and pinned into place against the back of her head. Thank goodness, Talon's sister had left some of her things aboard the ship, hm? Giving herself one last checking-over, The Banshee finally turned and moved out of the personal quarters and back to the cabin where she had been sleeping the past two nights. Maybe she would locate Percival there.
PercivalVizharen
Percival was there, within the main room with his feet propped up on the corner of the dining table. The ship rocked, but it did little to test the integrity of his chair's lean. He casually ran the stone over the length of his sword. Each long sound was tale he sharpened it to the tip. He hadn't noticed that Blythe had walked up behind him. Perhaps it was because of that glazed look he had, staring upon the glint of the sword as he sharpened it. He was silent, no eidetic mumbling of some past event. His expression was blank, even when he ran the stone up the sword.
The Bean Shidh
The normal silence of the woman's approach was marred by the rustling of the fine materials which were being worn by her. This ... gown which clung against curves which she wasn't used to showing off for anyone. The mere fact that they would be around more people was enough to make her want to stay aboard the ship, but to have to be dressed like this...? Between the doorway and the table, she had resigned herself to the matter and simply let it go. Her form would drift past his own until she stood where he could lay his eyes on the tremendous progress she had made in making herself presentable. "Will this work?" Silence then found her, and she awaited his answer.
PercivalVizharen
He looked up at the sound of her voice, his eyes blinking away the blur from his vision. He took a moment to actually turn to see her. His feet were brought down to take a wide stance, stretched out from the seat of the chair, and his sword was held out in front of him, in the manner a stick would be leaned on. His gaze narrowed and he studied her silently. He was not stirred from the change in her appearance. Slowly, his head nodded. "You are a beautiful woman, and it shows now more than before. This shall work, but not in the manner I had intended. You are far too beautiful to be a servant. Perhaps a courtesan." Was he joking? Hard to tell behind that stone cold look.
The Bean Shidh
"I'm sorry..?" A blink was given to his words, her head leaning a bit forward and cokeing more of her right ear toward him, almost as if she thought she'd heard him incorrectly. "A courtesan?" A slow blink was given. Had he just suggested that she be a wicked woman who exchanged her companionship for the luxuries another could provide her in order to boost their own self-worth? There would be a sudden movement of her hand to pop him openhandedly right on that red line she'd torn in the flesh of his cheek. He would need no words from her in order to know that she would not tolerate being seen as just someone's whore!
PercivalVizharen
SMACK! His face was forced to one side, and pain burned across his cheek. His patience was tested, but while looking away, he slowly nodded.. more to himself than her. He deserved that. "Coooompletely out of the question." He retorted, looking back to her. "I suppose.. a wife then? You act as my wife, at least until we make it to Rome. The only thing we need in Italy is a resupply for my ship. The idea is to remain inconspicuous. Once we have what we need, we will set off on horse back to Rome. We have just made port with Naples."
The Bean Shidh
Yes. Completely and entirely out of the question on her acting like his Courtesan. Blythe wasn't too happy about pretending to be his wife, either, but that was a role that could actually seem a little honorable. He would be given a simple nod of her head in accord to the idea. She had been a wife before; it was a role she could pull off. It would just seem ... strange pulling it off with someone she'd only just tried to kill days before. "I will play mute, just in case someone speaks to me." Her accent was far too thick to be watered down in such a short period of time, after all. This would be the safer route to take.
PercivalVizharen
"Fair enough." He replied, shifting back to lean in his chair again. "Well done though. Hair, and all, you would have made a nice lady in the court. Too bad you and I both know you're better at killing." His lips came to life with a twitchy smirk.
The Bean Shidh
"I was a farmer, a common woman, daughter of a clergyman." Blythe smirked some. "I was never intended to be a part of court and am actually quite thankful for that." That finely clad form moved over to collect her affects and store them on areas within the material that could hide them nicely. "So.. Are we happy together? Do I set your bed aflame every night or is there some whore on the side who steals you from your husbandly duties?" A faint grin was given as those blues rose to look his direction again. She seemed to enjoy teasing him at times, for this wasn't the first time it had happened.
PercivalVizharen
"Well, if you're looking to act truthfully; we can step in the back and see what you got." He smirked, running the stone upon the blade again, creating a loud, drawn out noise. He'd probably get slapped for that too, but they had made an effort to pick at each other.
The Bean Shidh
Actually, there would be no slap coming for that one. What he got in return for his words was her voice. "I would have taken you up on that offer before I left the helm this morning.." And she most certainly was being truthful in those words. The fire of the moment had boiled her blood and excited her. Once the long knife was settled in its place, she turned her gaze toward his own again and truly smiled.
PercivalVizharen
"I will remember that. Amidst the slaughtering of our foes, I will turn to you and propose what will follow. I am uncertain whether you would cut my throat, or truly step to the challenge." He chuckled, continuing his work without truly focusing on it. He did glance her way after speaking though, and he saw the lively smile she produced. He couldn't pin whether she was joking, or being serious.
The Bean Shidh
"Oh, I would not cut your throat, not yet. I still have to have your help in finding my husband. Until then, your life is safe and will be protected in order to remain that way." A turn of her form made too much noise with the sound of the material of the dress as it moved around her legs and brushed against the decking with a soft hiss. She was walking straight toward him. "But never -- ever -- will I back away from a challenge that's presented before me, Talon, nor will I jest about such." The smile was still in place, and there he had the words he needed to pinpoint that she was being very truthful in her words. Had not her gaze to him this morning been enough for him to have known the truth without her speaking it? No fault could be placed on his shoulders, however. He was caught up in the bloodlust and darkness just as much as she had been. But, oh how she had adored those dark flames that lit his dark eyes. They proved to her that her madness did not single her out from all others. At least one person was possessed with enough insanity to make her feel comfortable in her own.
PercivalVizharen
He watched her approach, even took note of her walk, her smile. "That is both reassuring and frightening at once." He said chuckling. Percival never smiled, he either scowled or he smirked. He was ignorant of what they shared, the dark fire hidden behind a gaze that saw too much. Thus, he didn't comment on it. "Jesting aside--.. are you ready to depart? Or have you more to accomplish before sun down?" He motioned in the direction she'd come from; the same area she'd been working to conceal her weapons.
The Bean Shidh
Several things would happen over the span of a few seconds. First, Blythe would come to stand before him finally, eyes upturned toward his features as they always were. Even after such a conversation and the jesting, those eyes held their sharp edge, the one that struck fear into many, many people who soon would meet their precious, loving God. Second, her entire stance changed without much effort at all. Shoulders rose and were held back just a bit which did more to accent the area of her bosom within the gown she wore. Even her chin raised just a bit. The commoner was gone, replaced instead by a doppleganger who was a refined and courtly lady. And third... Blythe nodded her head and brought her hand upward toward him to await her escort. "I am ready, Husband." And that.... just felt strange rolling from her tongue.
PercivalVizharen
Percival stood up, taking his full height above her by at least a foot. His rapier was guided to its scabbard by funneling the blade within the opening and shoving it down. From the back of his chair, he cast a black cape over his left side, obscuring his arm, waist, and a good portion of his thigh. It was stylish, and brought emphasis to the intricate killing tool upon his hip. His arm was offered, collecting her hand. "Noi andiamo." He spoke in Italian, and led the way from the Captain's quarters.
The Bean Shidh
His arm was taken when it was offered, her hand moving to rest on the back of his forearm in order for him to claim his own on the back of it. She went without gloves tonight which meant her hands would be cold before the end of the evening, but she would live. Honestly, she could pray for a street brawl in which to bloody her hands to keep them warm, but -- eh -- you can't have it all. The words in Italian were noted and she made a mental note to ask what he had said later. For now, her silence meant she was accepting her part and getting into character, becoming the beautiful, mute wife of the handsome nobleman at her side.
Percival had kept to his duties as captain of the ship that night while she had returned to the captain's cabin in order to not only hide herself away but also to rest while she was able. Another attack could come at anytime, and The Banshee would not be caught unaware. Post was taken in that same corner of the room, her body curling there so that she could lean to the wall without much effort to sustain it. Sleep had come in small sessions, and every time of waking brought those eyes to look for him throughout the room. When Blythe didn't find the man she called Talon, she would close her eyes and let sleep sneak into her senses again. On those edges of sleep, the woman murmured soft and jumbled words to herself, phrases that only she would understand. Not that the language was off; that wasn't it at all. She spoke English, but the words were just odd. Soon after, however, she would drift again and the words would die away. This happened each time she slept, without fail.
PercivalVizharen
The door to the Captain's cabin open, and Percival emerged from the small hallway to take a seat at the table in the middle of the room. He did not appear tired, even after several days without rest. In fact, he looked well rested. The seat legs drug across the wooden floor before he sat heavily upon the seat and put his elbows to the table. There was a dish in the center which had food; carried in by the cook from below, it served as one of those times the Banshee had awoken. Percival set a plate in front of him and threw some there, and began to eat. He was prestine with manners, poised, but that did not slow his consumption. He hadn't looked her way yet.
The Bean Shidh
There was something about this man which captivated Banshee, something that gave her this feeling of kinship that she couldn't explain away. His movement into the room stirred her to wake, though it was a blessing that she didn't begin one of her ramblings again. Small yawn came from the redhead in the corner, her spine moving to straighten against the wall behind her as if to draw out the kinks which had taken up residence there while she slept. Minutes would pass as Blythe watched Percival eat. Finally, she was moved from her spot to stand without much sound and make her way over toward the table where he ate. A seat would be taken, blues immediately settling on his features. She doubted she would still see that dark flame there as she had earlier, but there was hope that she would see it again. In a way, it made her feel as if she was not so alone.
PercivalVizharen
Percival had an uncanny calm about him. When she sat, he casually glanced up after setting a glass of wine down upon the surface of the table. He did not say anything at first, he just continued to eat. There was a gesture to the center of the table, a gesture made as if asking her to take part in the meal. His hand did not linger though, because he grabbed a napkin to wipe his face and hands. " 'Tis morning, Banshee. We are but a half day's sail to Italy. What say you of our adventure so far, hm?" There was not a flame present behind his gaze, just a cold collected expression. His smile was casual, as if protocol for conversation. She might have been able to tell he was noble.
The Bean Shidh
Banshee read people well and knew long before now that he could be of a higher class of people. His gesture to the food drew her attention toward it, but there was no move made to partake just yet. Eyes returned to his gaze, her voice soon following. "It has not brought boredom." Which was the truth. And the truth brought her lips to smile. There is something to be said about a nice smile; it lights up the face, softens is and gives it far more expression than one might be used to seeing. For Blythe, a smile added to the beauty of the woman, even if the unruly red strands of her hair did not. "How is your hand?" Casually spoken, Banshee would reach to the plate of food and withdraw a slice of apple. It was then brought to her lips and a bite was taken. Again, he had the attention of her eyes, just as he always seemed to do.
PercivalVizharen
Her answer made him smirk, but it was short lived. He brought his drink up and gulped, then lowered the glass again. She had inquired about his hand, to which he raised it so she could see. "Good as new.." Flex of his pale fingers and he rotated his hand a bit, concreting his statement. "And yours?" His gaze lowered from her own to glance down. He indicated her arm with an outstretched hand, the one that held the glass of wine.
The Bean Shidh
Left hand was brought up in order for him to see that it was still wrapped and still a little swollen. "It is sore, but it will be well soon enough. Hasn't given me too much trouble, really. Then again, I have not had a chance to go leaping out of saddles and flinging myself from trees." Now it was her turn to smirk, though the last bit of the apple wedge was being consumed soon after.
PercivalVizharen
"I honestly think that was not your brightest moment. Had you stayed the course, you may have lost me in the woods." He said. "Then again, you gave me an opportunity to speak with you. I am thankful it happened, but your injury was unfortunate; if not.." He lifted his up to look. "Ironic." He smirked a bit, amusing himself as he took another bite and looked her way. "Have you ever been to Italy, Banshee?"
The Bean Shidh
"Had you taken my bait, it would have found you leading your mare into a blind jump into the gully. I was trying to kill you, Talon." A tiny smirk found her lips. A moment of wondering was given at his statement of something being ironic, but she didn't tarry over the idea of it. Soon enough, blues rose to browns and she spoke. "I've never been outside of Scotland."
PercivalVizharen
"Hm. Yes, yes you were. " He replied, nodding his head with a semblance of acknowledgment. She had earned his respect during their fight; now all that remained was vice versa.-- "It is a place of many things, but culture.. it is not. Italians can spot foreigners like a bird hunting mice. Your prowess is legendary, but it will behoove you to stay close to me. Appear a servant, until we find our man. Italians are privy to their own accents, their own culture. To draw their attention is to draw a gaze I am unprepared to be under. Rome is where we will find Spectre, hopefully. He is a very dangerous man.."
The Bean Shidh
Oh, he had earned her respect during their fight and the horse chase that followed. It was trust that he had yet to earn from the feral woman. Though, there had to be some manner of trust in the fact that she was actually here. As he spoke, she reached for another piece of fruit from the tray and ate the entire slice before speaking. "What sort of servant am I supposed to be?" Thin, red brow rose upward as those blues moved to catch his gaze again.
PercivalVizharen
"A silent one." He replied. "Your accent is strong. Unless you can mask it, or speak their language, you will draw the attention of people. They will remember a red haired woman with a foreign accent. I've found and killed people with only that amount of information about them; let us not be the victims of such a case."
The Bean Shidh
"I'll not speak a word, Talon." And that was her word. Even this short way into their friendship, he should know that her word was given and followed through each time. "And what manner of dress will this trip find me in? Should I wear the skirts and corsets or should I choose these?" She'd been wearing the doeskin pants and bodice with its linen undershirt since they had met. It was comfortable and easy to run in.
PercivalVizharen
"I have something more fitting for a lady in Italy, should you decide to wear them. It is something that will provide mobility, and allow you to safely stow your weapons; and should the need arise, a quick means to produce them. You may see the collection I have within my study. I have come prepared for this journey, and prior to the attack.. I had mended it to your size." He said proudly, easing back in his chair to have it tilt back a bit. "Some might find you sexy, though rest their souls. If they only knew the Banshee was one of the most dangerous women in Scotland!' Chuckle.
The Bean Shidh
"Oh, they will know should they be tempted too far past their wits and end up laying a touch against me." She smirked at his chuckling. "A half days sail to Italy, then." Sitting back into the chair some, Blythe pondered over something briefly before looking back toward his features. "I suppose I should be dressed properly before leaving the ship then, yes?" It would take time for her to clean up. The woman hadn't bathed in a month or so now, and something had to be done about those matted areas in her hair, otherwise it would be redundant to even try to dress up and look pretty, wouldn't it?
PercivalVizharen
"Yes. There is a room that leads to my personal quarters within my study. You will find everything you need there. Thank my sister, who often has traveled with me on many occasions." He smiled a bit, taking his own apple to eat. It was done unceremoniously, and with a loud crunch. "Was there anything else?"
The Bean Shidh
"No, nothing more for now." Rising from the table, she actually took up his glass of wine and had a small sip before settling it back down to the table. Without paying him another glance, she would turn and head off toward the study that he mentioned as well as the quarters there. It had been innumerable years since she had taken the time to clean up and make herself presentable as she would need to today.
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The Bean Shidh
Several hours would pass with not a single peek of the redheaded woman who'd been aboard the ship for two days now. She had been in his personal quarters bathing, working the knots out of hair, picking out some frilly little thing that his sister had left behind... Honestly, she was not at all pleased she was having to dress up for this, and who could blame her? She was fresh from the tree boughs of the woodlands where fineries such as this didn't have to be worn. Regardless, Banshee had chosen a deep blue gown with which to adorn her frame. It fit much better than she thought it might, but that wasn't saying much. The woman was small and hadn't eaten a proper diet in some years. She was a little on the malnourished side, at least by sight. Red locks were brushed out and treated with a light oil before her hair was pulled up and pinned into place against the back of her head. Thank goodness, Talon's sister had left some of her things aboard the ship, hm? Giving herself one last checking-over, The Banshee finally turned and moved out of the personal quarters and back to the cabin where she had been sleeping the past two nights. Maybe she would locate Percival there.
PercivalVizharen
Percival was there, within the main room with his feet propped up on the corner of the dining table. The ship rocked, but it did little to test the integrity of his chair's lean. He casually ran the stone over the length of his sword. Each long sound was tale he sharpened it to the tip. He hadn't noticed that Blythe had walked up behind him. Perhaps it was because of that glazed look he had, staring upon the glint of the sword as he sharpened it. He was silent, no eidetic mumbling of some past event. His expression was blank, even when he ran the stone up the sword.
The Bean Shidh
The normal silence of the woman's approach was marred by the rustling of the fine materials which were being worn by her. This ... gown which clung against curves which she wasn't used to showing off for anyone. The mere fact that they would be around more people was enough to make her want to stay aboard the ship, but to have to be dressed like this...? Between the doorway and the table, she had resigned herself to the matter and simply let it go. Her form would drift past his own until she stood where he could lay his eyes on the tremendous progress she had made in making herself presentable. "Will this work?" Silence then found her, and she awaited his answer.
PercivalVizharen
He looked up at the sound of her voice, his eyes blinking away the blur from his vision. He took a moment to actually turn to see her. His feet were brought down to take a wide stance, stretched out from the seat of the chair, and his sword was held out in front of him, in the manner a stick would be leaned on. His gaze narrowed and he studied her silently. He was not stirred from the change in her appearance. Slowly, his head nodded. "You are a beautiful woman, and it shows now more than before. This shall work, but not in the manner I had intended. You are far too beautiful to be a servant. Perhaps a courtesan." Was he joking? Hard to tell behind that stone cold look.
The Bean Shidh
"I'm sorry..?" A blink was given to his words, her head leaning a bit forward and cokeing more of her right ear toward him, almost as if she thought she'd heard him incorrectly. "A courtesan?" A slow blink was given. Had he just suggested that she be a wicked woman who exchanged her companionship for the luxuries another could provide her in order to boost their own self-worth? There would be a sudden movement of her hand to pop him openhandedly right on that red line she'd torn in the flesh of his cheek. He would need no words from her in order to know that she would not tolerate being seen as just someone's whore!
PercivalVizharen
SMACK! His face was forced to one side, and pain burned across his cheek. His patience was tested, but while looking away, he slowly nodded.. more to himself than her. He deserved that. "Coooompletely out of the question." He retorted, looking back to her. "I suppose.. a wife then? You act as my wife, at least until we make it to Rome. The only thing we need in Italy is a resupply for my ship. The idea is to remain inconspicuous. Once we have what we need, we will set off on horse back to Rome. We have just made port with Naples."
The Bean Shidh
Yes. Completely and entirely out of the question on her acting like his Courtesan. Blythe wasn't too happy about pretending to be his wife, either, but that was a role that could actually seem a little honorable. He would be given a simple nod of her head in accord to the idea. She had been a wife before; it was a role she could pull off. It would just seem ... strange pulling it off with someone she'd only just tried to kill days before. "I will play mute, just in case someone speaks to me." Her accent was far too thick to be watered down in such a short period of time, after all. This would be the safer route to take.
PercivalVizharen
"Fair enough." He replied, shifting back to lean in his chair again. "Well done though. Hair, and all, you would have made a nice lady in the court. Too bad you and I both know you're better at killing." His lips came to life with a twitchy smirk.
The Bean Shidh
"I was a farmer, a common woman, daughter of a clergyman." Blythe smirked some. "I was never intended to be a part of court and am actually quite thankful for that." That finely clad form moved over to collect her affects and store them on areas within the material that could hide them nicely. "So.. Are we happy together? Do I set your bed aflame every night or is there some whore on the side who steals you from your husbandly duties?" A faint grin was given as those blues rose to look his direction again. She seemed to enjoy teasing him at times, for this wasn't the first time it had happened.
PercivalVizharen
"Well, if you're looking to act truthfully; we can step in the back and see what you got." He smirked, running the stone upon the blade again, creating a loud, drawn out noise. He'd probably get slapped for that too, but they had made an effort to pick at each other.
The Bean Shidh
Actually, there would be no slap coming for that one. What he got in return for his words was her voice. "I would have taken you up on that offer before I left the helm this morning.." And she most certainly was being truthful in those words. The fire of the moment had boiled her blood and excited her. Once the long knife was settled in its place, she turned her gaze toward his own again and truly smiled.
PercivalVizharen
"I will remember that. Amidst the slaughtering of our foes, I will turn to you and propose what will follow. I am uncertain whether you would cut my throat, or truly step to the challenge." He chuckled, continuing his work without truly focusing on it. He did glance her way after speaking though, and he saw the lively smile she produced. He couldn't pin whether she was joking, or being serious.
The Bean Shidh
"Oh, I would not cut your throat, not yet. I still have to have your help in finding my husband. Until then, your life is safe and will be protected in order to remain that way." A turn of her form made too much noise with the sound of the material of the dress as it moved around her legs and brushed against the decking with a soft hiss. She was walking straight toward him. "But never -- ever -- will I back away from a challenge that's presented before me, Talon, nor will I jest about such." The smile was still in place, and there he had the words he needed to pinpoint that she was being very truthful in her words. Had not her gaze to him this morning been enough for him to have known the truth without her speaking it? No fault could be placed on his shoulders, however. He was caught up in the bloodlust and darkness just as much as she had been. But, oh how she had adored those dark flames that lit his dark eyes. They proved to her that her madness did not single her out from all others. At least one person was possessed with enough insanity to make her feel comfortable in her own.
PercivalVizharen
He watched her approach, even took note of her walk, her smile. "That is both reassuring and frightening at once." He said chuckling. Percival never smiled, he either scowled or he smirked. He was ignorant of what they shared, the dark fire hidden behind a gaze that saw too much. Thus, he didn't comment on it. "Jesting aside--.. are you ready to depart? Or have you more to accomplish before sun down?" He motioned in the direction she'd come from; the same area she'd been working to conceal her weapons.
The Bean Shidh
Several things would happen over the span of a few seconds. First, Blythe would come to stand before him finally, eyes upturned toward his features as they always were. Even after such a conversation and the jesting, those eyes held their sharp edge, the one that struck fear into many, many people who soon would meet their precious, loving God. Second, her entire stance changed without much effort at all. Shoulders rose and were held back just a bit which did more to accent the area of her bosom within the gown she wore. Even her chin raised just a bit. The commoner was gone, replaced instead by a doppleganger who was a refined and courtly lady. And third... Blythe nodded her head and brought her hand upward toward him to await her escort. "I am ready, Husband." And that.... just felt strange rolling from her tongue.
PercivalVizharen
Percival stood up, taking his full height above her by at least a foot. His rapier was guided to its scabbard by funneling the blade within the opening and shoving it down. From the back of his chair, he cast a black cape over his left side, obscuring his arm, waist, and a good portion of his thigh. It was stylish, and brought emphasis to the intricate killing tool upon his hip. His arm was offered, collecting her hand. "Noi andiamo." He spoke in Italian, and led the way from the Captain's quarters.
The Bean Shidh
His arm was taken when it was offered, her hand moving to rest on the back of his forearm in order for him to claim his own on the back of it. She went without gloves tonight which meant her hands would be cold before the end of the evening, but she would live. Honestly, she could pray for a street brawl in which to bloody her hands to keep them warm, but -- eh -- you can't have it all. The words in Italian were noted and she made a mental note to ask what he had said later. For now, her silence meant she was accepting her part and getting into character, becoming the beautiful, mute wife of the handsome nobleman at her side.