Post by King Adam Aberdeen I on Jun 6, 2008 11:33:43 GMT -6
On the shores of Turas Lan is where he would find his wife and son, amongst those who meant much to her. His presence found great pleasure of his son and beloved wife, and those he would call friends. He was tired and only spent enough time to placate those who wished him well and welcomed him back… he would save the intimacies for later behind closed doors.
Home is where the heart is… or so they say, but Turas Lan and Skye would be the last that he would claim as such. He and his beloved Bess had been given the responsibility of guiding Skye and Scotland toward the future. Many did not see things the same way they did, but together they would send Skye and her people into a Gaelic Renaissance that would propel them into the future.
Sitting naked, in the large tub, he looked around the grand room. Then with a chuckle and a smile, he remembered the hard work he had done to the house in Inverness for them… all built by his own hand to her expectations. Now they lived in a castle, surrounded by guards, servants, and responsibility. Was self-doubt a factor in things to come? Maybe !. But that would not be known to those outside the tight circle of family. He loved Bessie Eve with all his heart and mind… Aodhan was growing so fast, no longer the toddler he remembered hanging onto his mothers trousers… Edme! He missed her so… but there would be no more tears… Now there were three… Bess, Aodhan, and him… but it would not be for the lack of trying…
Bess was proclaimed infertile…incapable of being him children… and he wanted no surrogate… and he promised himself, that her infertility would not be because he did not try… A sly smirk crossed his lips as he lathered himself with the scented soap Bess used. Sixty-two days… part on a ship, part in meetings, and part in a carriage… He would not plan any more trips as such. Skye was becoming more and more prominent in the world, and he was considering Skye as a world leader, just as any Kingdom. Soon royal emissaries would come to him to pay homage and speak for their leaders.
Home is where the heart is, they say… and his beloved family was here… and here in Turas Lan would they remain. It was then he heard the familiar thud of boots as Bess walked down the hall… He hoped Aodhan was already in his room asleep!!! The smirk came alive as did a body part as he thought of the evening he now yearned to conclude.
Ignia Ferroque: Having received notice that his wife was in the Cathedral... he wanted to find out what oddity brought her here... One foot upon the stairs, he hesitates... it had been two and twenty years since he had even set foot in a church.
Emeritus Memoria: Eamonn had heard that harp play enough times by his siblings and others that he had no interest in hearing it played for whatever reason. The reasons for its pluck was to the player and would remain there, Eamonn simply had no muse for it at the moment...or ever really. Eamonn regarded Balian squarely for a moment. Truly, the decision was up to Balian, and if he felt that he best felt comfortable upon the back of a horse, then the cavalry was perhaps the best choice. Any horseman could be a footman, but their true talent was upon a horse, to be the swift wings of the army. Eamonn nodded his head. ``If that is what you truly want, Balian, then by all means the horsemen of Skye are glad to have another. Most of my men live with me in the lands of Eohmark. There are a few spare homes if you need a place to stay. But, the choice is yours. Some do linger in Turas Lan, and in other lands across Skye. Those that ride in my company are the Éoredgerídas. We are versatile men, good with bow, sword, axe, and spear. So, no talent that you have gained in your years will wither away.`` Eamonn informed Balian, before glancing to the side and to Jelenah for a fleeting moment, greeting her with a nod. And then, hazel eyes turned back to the veteran before him.
Set In Her Way: The oddity was that the Church was the domain of Father Donovan, and it wasn't she was in need of a priest so much as she came to visit a friend who had sworn his service to the Church. She respected the man who could handfast a pagan with a record-written atheist without so much as a second thought for what it would bring to his reputation. She listened to Balian and Eamonn speak, glad that Balian was finding where his feet belonged. If he rode with the Lord Marshall he would be in prestigious company. Jelenah found her Lady distracted by thought, almost taken by surpise to see her there, "Good evenin' Jelenah," she smiled.
Balian Windsor: Balian's eyes had shift hearing the tiny footfalls he knew so well only to smile soft before he would dip his chin and set his blues back to Eamonn with a nod. "Aye.. I should need a place a while until I can make my own way." He wouldnt pass the oppertunity for military housing for a time. Though he wouldnt stay longer then need be to get his own footing and land of his own to care for. A man without land of his own wasnt much of a man in the eyes of his people. "Is there a mark of crest need be worn to honor the Éoredgerídas?" What was one more trip to the blacksmith? He had seen the crafty women thrice this week already. Surely she was making a fine wage at the hand of the Duke of Artica and she likely knew it. Not that Balian had much use for coin left unspent either way.
Defective Beauty: Jelenah would smile at Bess's words and moved to sit beside her. "I came to see if everything was alright and to talk... just because both of us have been busy with the many things as of late." She glanced around, this was the first time she had acutally been inside the church and it was truly a sight to be had. Jelenah looked back to Bess. "So... how are you this night? Well I hope..." She paused a moment. "Is there anything I can do for you or that you would like to talk about?"
Emeritus Memoria: Balian would find that where he would be staying if he so chosed would not be a military housing unit. Eohmark's capital was not as splendid as Turas Lan, but the men lived there with their families in the capital of Heahburg, where the Lord Marshal and his Lady Healer stayed. But, it was a choice of the man to stay or not. He would always be welcomed. ``Very well. You may stay as long as you wish. There is no mark or crest that is needed specially. We have our flags and banners, and our local blacksmith will even forge armour for you if that is what you would like for a fair price, since there is a discount of sorts for those who serve.`` Eamonn answered.
Ignia Ferroque: It was as if some unseen force prevented him from raising the other foot to the step... for him to be so religious as a boy...and now... religion has no place in his heart... nor his mind, save that except for a Leader of a country... still he fought the force that restrained him so... feet of lead, heart of steel... forsaken the task, he stood looking to the door...waiting for his love to come out.
Set In Her Way: "I be what I be.." She told Jelenah, shrugging with a smile, "What e'er that is right now seems to serve me well enough..I." Before she could go on, one of the attendants to the alter candles had just come round by the door and informed the Duchess that her husband was on the threshold of the Cathedral but did not appear to be entering. Her face darkened a touch as the news was relayed. "Thank you. Pardon me, Jelenah."
Adam had an aversion to the Church but who could blame him? HIs succor as a boy, the tool his father used to dishonor him as a man. According to the logic of it, his wife and unbaptized children were going to hell no matter what life they lived. She looked to Jelenah with apologetic eyes, lifting up the hems of her dress to take a quickened pace down the aisle that could hardly go unnoticed. At the end of the aisle, one would see the heavy doors opened for her, hands taking hold of the man's hands on the step, "Is all well, Adam?"
Balian Windsor: He nodded and did grin at the mention of a smith with a fair price. He had a talent for needing the skill of a smith more often then not. If there was a fight to be had, Balian made his way to it in most cases. "Tis good to hear this." His hands unfolded only to rest his favored left hand over the onyx pommel of the nameless steel. "..Is there an assignment need be done or a post I need to uphold?" He turned his head just enough to glance toward the door when the attendant came rushing toward the Duchess and when all seemed well enough his attention swept past Jelenah to return to the Marshal. "I look forward to being a part of something again."
Defective Beauty: Jelenah would nod, softly and slowly, as she listened to her Lady speak and knew well what she meant. Often to many times had the small woman saying or thinking the same things of herself at times. Her eyes lifted to the attendant who informed the Duchess of her husbands' presence just outside. Bess would stand and excuse herself after giving that apologetic look. Jelenah simply nodded and frowned briefly but understood. Once Bess left, the handmaiden shifted in her seat to turn and look to the two men. Seeing they were still discussing something of importance, Jelenah turned back around and silently gazed about the Cathedral. Taking in the sights, sounds, and sents that filled her senses.
Emeritus Memoria: If anyone here new the value of a good smithy other than Balian, it was Eamonn. He could recall spending the bulk of his coins upon the repair and upkeep of weapons and armour, not to mention the things needed for his horse. It was interesting how fast money went after a trip to the blacksmith's. Hazel eyes turned to the door as the messenger came rushing in to fetch Bess, and Eamonn arched his brow at that. Clearing his throat, he turned back to Balian. ``For the now, the assignment that I charge you with is coming with my riders and I on a few scouting missions to become accustomed to your future comrades, and be ready upon the call should there be strife in Skye.`` And Eamonn glanced over to see Jelenah still remaining to look upon the cathedral. ``Have you your own horse?`` He asked, unsure if the man had his own or had been borrowing a few for the moment until funds could be made to purchase his own.
Ignia Ferroque: "Nae Luv... Just..." his segreen eyes veered away... then returned... "Ah got no intention tae gae in... Ah kin wait 'ere til yae are dun... Feel free tae dae wot yae need..." Many would see Adam's refraining from religion as a detrement to Skye, but in actuality, it brought things to light... Had Adam forsaken religion completely? Or was it just his way of rebelling against an abusive Father and against a corruption that man it self caused. Adam believed in God Almighty... but his own way... and allowed himself for Bess to practice what she believes... He just gave her that charming smile of his, one so long ago given freely... "Ah shall wait ye here... tis nae sae bad outside..."
Set In Her Way: "Ye had me worried, but what else is different in tha', hmm? One would say we worry o'er much." She observed him with the eyes that he couldn't hide from, but whatever was within wouldn't be stated outloud. "I was speakin' tae Father Donovan. Nay, shan't be leavin' ye on the step now" The thought was scoffed at, nose scrunched up in a by-gone expression of humor mixed with brashness. How long had it been since he'd seen a face like that? Was it since she walked over docks bellowing orders, propped her feet on tables? His belief allowed her to keep at least one promise intact: to never forget her ancestors. " What is his lordships pleasure?"
Balian Windsor: He nodded once to Eamonn's question. "My own. Aries has been a good friend and loyal companion for me through many dangers." For Balian there was no other horse. The beast and him had a bond that couldnt be shaken not even through the trials of war. "Then I look forward to meeting the other riders Sir Eamonn." He did turn his head once more toward Jelenah with a faint smile watching her a moment while she sat and look about the Cathedral while he spoke still with Eamonn. "When do we leave for the scouting mission?" He still had preparations to make before taking part of the ride and Balian did little without planning far enough ahead.
Emeritus Memoria: And Eamonn nodded curtly. It was good that he had his own horse, a bond between man and horse was unbreakable once it had been forged, such had been with Balian and Aries, and Eamonn and Finbar. Loyal to the very end. Fingers flexed as they held the helm securely under his arm, and his free hand now resting upon the hilt of his sheathed sword. Eamonn had a keen eye, and he did note Balian's glance towards the Lady Jelenah and the smile. Brushing it off and disregarding it, Eamonn lifted his chin a bit. ``In a few days. We set out at dawn. It is a half day's ride North to Eohmark.`` He replied. That would give Balian time to tend to his own private businesses, directions given, and giving the man a chance to rest before his first ride with the Éoredgerídas before his induction was made official.
Ignia Ferroque: A smirk came over his face... one she had not seen in months... Taking her hand he turns... "Ah fell asleep in te tub waitin fer yae... Ah waent wait again... time tae go practice planning bairns lass... gotta try and propagate the land yae knaew..." Adam's voice was soft so only she heard it, but the tug on the wrist was light... if she followed then great, if she resisted, then he would insist... he had been gone for two and sixty days... no more would a man wait... Moments later all would see only the backs of the Aberdeens in a swift walk, teasing and joking all the while.
Set In Her Way: "Propagate... ye beh sae silly," The accent fell in line with thick brogue, grinning as she leaned in to listen to his desire between the two of them alone, thank heavens. She couldn't help but chuckle, nor would she refuse him and soon her head would be to his shoulder as they teased all the way home.
Ignia Ferroque: Adam and Bess laughed all the way to the Castle.... up the stairs and to their room... Grabbing her arm, he scoops her into his arms and carries her across the threshhold... To the bed he walks with no problem and tosses her on the soft bed like bag of potatoes... "Where yae belong woman..." he chuckles...
Set In Her Way: The people in the streets and the people of the castle didn't know what to make of the boisterous pair, then again who did? One couldn't deny how good it was to see them this way: laughter, smiling, Bess was like a giggling pride hefted onto the castle bed in true Aberdeen fashion as she laid back, sprawled out to disolve into laughter. As the light hit her it formed sparkles all around. "On mah back aye?"
Ignia Ferroque: Taking his shirt off... tossing it at her... "Aye, o' course... unless ya want on top, Lass..." he winks... Then he takes a diving leap for the bed.
Set In Her Way: "Och, top or bottom?" She rolled over onto her belly, skirts coming up to the backs of thighs, revealing the source of her stature: long, lithe legs. She caught his shirt, inhaling the scent while taking in the sight of the muscles cut from ths months of war etching lines in him that had yet to go away. Biting into her lip, she smiled. The lower lip was nibbled on.
Ignia Ferroque: With a smirk, he removed his boots and trousers... dropping them on the floor... laying beside her, he began to trace her outlines... from the knees to the hips... along the waist to her busom... around the throat to her chin and pressed a finger to her lips. "Ah 'ave missed yae lass... much sae..."
Set In Her Way: Piece by piece he revealed the skin he was in for her eyes alone. Beathag couldn't resist the chance to look over his full height. Then he came to her with a touch that made her knees weak. Were she standing she may have fallen. Adam weaved a spell for her that no one else could do. He knew how to tame the tempest. "This house has nay been a home without ye 'ere..."
Ignia Ferroque: "Aye home is where the heart is... and my absence was painful tae say the least... though much good happened for Skye... I seem tae bring grief tae mae family..." he continued to trace the outlines of her face... crossing her lips several times... his hand caressing her face... Straight sex now took second line to mere touching, passing words that long had been held inside... intimacy was often given in many forms.
Set In Her Way: " M'home was gone o'er the sea then..fer when ye left it went with ye. " How long had it been for him? Two and sixty days since her hands came to his shoulders. Fingertips traced over his biceps; the right hand came to rest against his chest. She wanted to feel his heart beat under it while smoothing the skin. Up the neck, over the jaw, through his hair. He had not taken her from her clothing. Face to face now by cheeks touching as she nuzzled against him. "Nay, ye've brought Skye n' your family nothin' but honor. Lay the grief where it belongs..I'm sae sorry.."
Ignia Ferroque: Many things wanted to be said, but no need now... Past was past...what happened was done... no changing it... humility and patience had come to Adam... The harsh bastard was now a man with common sense... had pain developed this in him? Or had the love of a golden haired woman? or both? He smiled his thoughts behind him... He simply leaned to her and gave her a kiss... light at first... then another... and another... her face tinting with every kiss... "Nae sorry, nae need tae... spaek o'it nae more.... "[/b] he whispered.[/color]
Set In Her Way: "Wot can be given, wot can be said, if anythin'. But I am....I am...." The cupid's bow of her lip pressed to his cheek, his throat, a shake of head as brow came to brow. Bess loved the man who held her and she worshipped him. Guilty of a lover's idolatry she had no intent to repent. The harsh bastard was soothed by what else but thorn ridden flowers? A sweet honey fragrance mingled with hard steel. The past needed to be put to rest but it was hard to do when it haunted the future. Another kiss, another to the lips. "I love you."
Ignia Ferroque: "I luv yae more'en yae knaew Bessie Eve... More'n yae ever shall knaew..." he pulls her skirt up higher...his hand caresses her legs, his fingers begin to trace the scars... "Yer beautiful tae mae... scars, flesh smooth, or harsh... tis nae another in mae heart or in mae mind..." he began to filter away piece by piece... soon bare skin would caress bare skin... kiss to kiss, lip to lip... fingers entertwine... body parts come alive and skin perks as bare forms touch... days, nay months since these two star-crossed lovers even got to touch one another...
Set In Her Way: "Twill take two life times tae figure, n' each time, each one...Ah want tae spend it learnin' the ways o' ye.." The skirt bunched up in his hand. Piece by piece, a lacing, a tie, a bodice, her coronet...until at last the touches were flesh to flesh instead. She sucked on his upper lip and put her full lips on his before sliding her body down, only to pull it gently back up so they brushed together. Her inner warmth was evident, calling to him as he traced over the scars that torture wrought, making them beautiful.
Ignia Ferroque: "Yae and Ah shall be forever luv… ev’n after death…” His sexual advances were unhindered as she willing released herself to him… The evening’s agenda of the two lovers progressed slow and meticulous; the experience of both lauding their efforts in hours of personal enjoyment, with the heightened coupling of man and wife erupting in the moans of orgasmic bliss. Who said that the pair of five and thirty year olds could not behave as newlyweds on firstnight.
Home is where the heart is… or so they say, but Turas Lan and Skye would be the last that he would claim as such. He and his beloved Bess had been given the responsibility of guiding Skye and Scotland toward the future. Many did not see things the same way they did, but together they would send Skye and her people into a Gaelic Renaissance that would propel them into the future.
Sitting naked, in the large tub, he looked around the grand room. Then with a chuckle and a smile, he remembered the hard work he had done to the house in Inverness for them… all built by his own hand to her expectations. Now they lived in a castle, surrounded by guards, servants, and responsibility. Was self-doubt a factor in things to come? Maybe !. But that would not be known to those outside the tight circle of family. He loved Bessie Eve with all his heart and mind… Aodhan was growing so fast, no longer the toddler he remembered hanging onto his mothers trousers… Edme! He missed her so… but there would be no more tears… Now there were three… Bess, Aodhan, and him… but it would not be for the lack of trying…
Bess was proclaimed infertile…incapable of being him children… and he wanted no surrogate… and he promised himself, that her infertility would not be because he did not try… A sly smirk crossed his lips as he lathered himself with the scented soap Bess used. Sixty-two days… part on a ship, part in meetings, and part in a carriage… He would not plan any more trips as such. Skye was becoming more and more prominent in the world, and he was considering Skye as a world leader, just as any Kingdom. Soon royal emissaries would come to him to pay homage and speak for their leaders.
Home is where the heart is, they say… and his beloved family was here… and here in Turas Lan would they remain. It was then he heard the familiar thud of boots as Bess walked down the hall… He hoped Aodhan was already in his room asleep!!! The smirk came alive as did a body part as he thought of the evening he now yearned to conclude.
Ignia Ferroque: Having received notice that his wife was in the Cathedral... he wanted to find out what oddity brought her here... One foot upon the stairs, he hesitates... it had been two and twenty years since he had even set foot in a church.
Emeritus Memoria: Eamonn had heard that harp play enough times by his siblings and others that he had no interest in hearing it played for whatever reason. The reasons for its pluck was to the player and would remain there, Eamonn simply had no muse for it at the moment...or ever really. Eamonn regarded Balian squarely for a moment. Truly, the decision was up to Balian, and if he felt that he best felt comfortable upon the back of a horse, then the cavalry was perhaps the best choice. Any horseman could be a footman, but their true talent was upon a horse, to be the swift wings of the army. Eamonn nodded his head. ``If that is what you truly want, Balian, then by all means the horsemen of Skye are glad to have another. Most of my men live with me in the lands of Eohmark. There are a few spare homes if you need a place to stay. But, the choice is yours. Some do linger in Turas Lan, and in other lands across Skye. Those that ride in my company are the Éoredgerídas. We are versatile men, good with bow, sword, axe, and spear. So, no talent that you have gained in your years will wither away.`` Eamonn informed Balian, before glancing to the side and to Jelenah for a fleeting moment, greeting her with a nod. And then, hazel eyes turned back to the veteran before him.
Set In Her Way: The oddity was that the Church was the domain of Father Donovan, and it wasn't she was in need of a priest so much as she came to visit a friend who had sworn his service to the Church. She respected the man who could handfast a pagan with a record-written atheist without so much as a second thought for what it would bring to his reputation. She listened to Balian and Eamonn speak, glad that Balian was finding where his feet belonged. If he rode with the Lord Marshall he would be in prestigious company. Jelenah found her Lady distracted by thought, almost taken by surpise to see her there, "Good evenin' Jelenah," she smiled.
Balian Windsor: Balian's eyes had shift hearing the tiny footfalls he knew so well only to smile soft before he would dip his chin and set his blues back to Eamonn with a nod. "Aye.. I should need a place a while until I can make my own way." He wouldnt pass the oppertunity for military housing for a time. Though he wouldnt stay longer then need be to get his own footing and land of his own to care for. A man without land of his own wasnt much of a man in the eyes of his people. "Is there a mark of crest need be worn to honor the Éoredgerídas?" What was one more trip to the blacksmith? He had seen the crafty women thrice this week already. Surely she was making a fine wage at the hand of the Duke of Artica and she likely knew it. Not that Balian had much use for coin left unspent either way.
Defective Beauty: Jelenah would smile at Bess's words and moved to sit beside her. "I came to see if everything was alright and to talk... just because both of us have been busy with the many things as of late." She glanced around, this was the first time she had acutally been inside the church and it was truly a sight to be had. Jelenah looked back to Bess. "So... how are you this night? Well I hope..." She paused a moment. "Is there anything I can do for you or that you would like to talk about?"
Emeritus Memoria: Balian would find that where he would be staying if he so chosed would not be a military housing unit. Eohmark's capital was not as splendid as Turas Lan, but the men lived there with their families in the capital of Heahburg, where the Lord Marshal and his Lady Healer stayed. But, it was a choice of the man to stay or not. He would always be welcomed. ``Very well. You may stay as long as you wish. There is no mark or crest that is needed specially. We have our flags and banners, and our local blacksmith will even forge armour for you if that is what you would like for a fair price, since there is a discount of sorts for those who serve.`` Eamonn answered.
Ignia Ferroque: It was as if some unseen force prevented him from raising the other foot to the step... for him to be so religious as a boy...and now... religion has no place in his heart... nor his mind, save that except for a Leader of a country... still he fought the force that restrained him so... feet of lead, heart of steel... forsaken the task, he stood looking to the door...waiting for his love to come out.
Set In Her Way: "I be what I be.." She told Jelenah, shrugging with a smile, "What e'er that is right now seems to serve me well enough..I." Before she could go on, one of the attendants to the alter candles had just come round by the door and informed the Duchess that her husband was on the threshold of the Cathedral but did not appear to be entering. Her face darkened a touch as the news was relayed. "Thank you. Pardon me, Jelenah."
Adam had an aversion to the Church but who could blame him? HIs succor as a boy, the tool his father used to dishonor him as a man. According to the logic of it, his wife and unbaptized children were going to hell no matter what life they lived. She looked to Jelenah with apologetic eyes, lifting up the hems of her dress to take a quickened pace down the aisle that could hardly go unnoticed. At the end of the aisle, one would see the heavy doors opened for her, hands taking hold of the man's hands on the step, "Is all well, Adam?"
Balian Windsor: He nodded and did grin at the mention of a smith with a fair price. He had a talent for needing the skill of a smith more often then not. If there was a fight to be had, Balian made his way to it in most cases. "Tis good to hear this." His hands unfolded only to rest his favored left hand over the onyx pommel of the nameless steel. "..Is there an assignment need be done or a post I need to uphold?" He turned his head just enough to glance toward the door when the attendant came rushing toward the Duchess and when all seemed well enough his attention swept past Jelenah to return to the Marshal. "I look forward to being a part of something again."
Defective Beauty: Jelenah would nod, softly and slowly, as she listened to her Lady speak and knew well what she meant. Often to many times had the small woman saying or thinking the same things of herself at times. Her eyes lifted to the attendant who informed the Duchess of her husbands' presence just outside. Bess would stand and excuse herself after giving that apologetic look. Jelenah simply nodded and frowned briefly but understood. Once Bess left, the handmaiden shifted in her seat to turn and look to the two men. Seeing they were still discussing something of importance, Jelenah turned back around and silently gazed about the Cathedral. Taking in the sights, sounds, and sents that filled her senses.
Emeritus Memoria: If anyone here new the value of a good smithy other than Balian, it was Eamonn. He could recall spending the bulk of his coins upon the repair and upkeep of weapons and armour, not to mention the things needed for his horse. It was interesting how fast money went after a trip to the blacksmith's. Hazel eyes turned to the door as the messenger came rushing in to fetch Bess, and Eamonn arched his brow at that. Clearing his throat, he turned back to Balian. ``For the now, the assignment that I charge you with is coming with my riders and I on a few scouting missions to become accustomed to your future comrades, and be ready upon the call should there be strife in Skye.`` And Eamonn glanced over to see Jelenah still remaining to look upon the cathedral. ``Have you your own horse?`` He asked, unsure if the man had his own or had been borrowing a few for the moment until funds could be made to purchase his own.
Ignia Ferroque: "Nae Luv... Just..." his segreen eyes veered away... then returned... "Ah got no intention tae gae in... Ah kin wait 'ere til yae are dun... Feel free tae dae wot yae need..." Many would see Adam's refraining from religion as a detrement to Skye, but in actuality, it brought things to light... Had Adam forsaken religion completely? Or was it just his way of rebelling against an abusive Father and against a corruption that man it self caused. Adam believed in God Almighty... but his own way... and allowed himself for Bess to practice what she believes... He just gave her that charming smile of his, one so long ago given freely... "Ah shall wait ye here... tis nae sae bad outside..."
Set In Her Way: "Ye had me worried, but what else is different in tha', hmm? One would say we worry o'er much." She observed him with the eyes that he couldn't hide from, but whatever was within wouldn't be stated outloud. "I was speakin' tae Father Donovan. Nay, shan't be leavin' ye on the step now" The thought was scoffed at, nose scrunched up in a by-gone expression of humor mixed with brashness. How long had it been since he'd seen a face like that? Was it since she walked over docks bellowing orders, propped her feet on tables? His belief allowed her to keep at least one promise intact: to never forget her ancestors. " What is his lordships pleasure?"
Balian Windsor: He nodded once to Eamonn's question. "My own. Aries has been a good friend and loyal companion for me through many dangers." For Balian there was no other horse. The beast and him had a bond that couldnt be shaken not even through the trials of war. "Then I look forward to meeting the other riders Sir Eamonn." He did turn his head once more toward Jelenah with a faint smile watching her a moment while she sat and look about the Cathedral while he spoke still with Eamonn. "When do we leave for the scouting mission?" He still had preparations to make before taking part of the ride and Balian did little without planning far enough ahead.
Emeritus Memoria: And Eamonn nodded curtly. It was good that he had his own horse, a bond between man and horse was unbreakable once it had been forged, such had been with Balian and Aries, and Eamonn and Finbar. Loyal to the very end. Fingers flexed as they held the helm securely under his arm, and his free hand now resting upon the hilt of his sheathed sword. Eamonn had a keen eye, and he did note Balian's glance towards the Lady Jelenah and the smile. Brushing it off and disregarding it, Eamonn lifted his chin a bit. ``In a few days. We set out at dawn. It is a half day's ride North to Eohmark.`` He replied. That would give Balian time to tend to his own private businesses, directions given, and giving the man a chance to rest before his first ride with the Éoredgerídas before his induction was made official.
Ignia Ferroque: A smirk came over his face... one she had not seen in months... Taking her hand he turns... "Ah fell asleep in te tub waitin fer yae... Ah waent wait again... time tae go practice planning bairns lass... gotta try and propagate the land yae knaew..." Adam's voice was soft so only she heard it, but the tug on the wrist was light... if she followed then great, if she resisted, then he would insist... he had been gone for two and sixty days... no more would a man wait... Moments later all would see only the backs of the Aberdeens in a swift walk, teasing and joking all the while.
Set In Her Way: "Propagate... ye beh sae silly," The accent fell in line with thick brogue, grinning as she leaned in to listen to his desire between the two of them alone, thank heavens. She couldn't help but chuckle, nor would she refuse him and soon her head would be to his shoulder as they teased all the way home.
Ignia Ferroque: Adam and Bess laughed all the way to the Castle.... up the stairs and to their room... Grabbing her arm, he scoops her into his arms and carries her across the threshhold... To the bed he walks with no problem and tosses her on the soft bed like bag of potatoes... "Where yae belong woman..." he chuckles...
Set In Her Way: The people in the streets and the people of the castle didn't know what to make of the boisterous pair, then again who did? One couldn't deny how good it was to see them this way: laughter, smiling, Bess was like a giggling pride hefted onto the castle bed in true Aberdeen fashion as she laid back, sprawled out to disolve into laughter. As the light hit her it formed sparkles all around. "On mah back aye?"
Ignia Ferroque: Taking his shirt off... tossing it at her... "Aye, o' course... unless ya want on top, Lass..." he winks... Then he takes a diving leap for the bed.
Set In Her Way: "Och, top or bottom?" She rolled over onto her belly, skirts coming up to the backs of thighs, revealing the source of her stature: long, lithe legs. She caught his shirt, inhaling the scent while taking in the sight of the muscles cut from ths months of war etching lines in him that had yet to go away. Biting into her lip, she smiled. The lower lip was nibbled on.
Ignia Ferroque: With a smirk, he removed his boots and trousers... dropping them on the floor... laying beside her, he began to trace her outlines... from the knees to the hips... along the waist to her busom... around the throat to her chin and pressed a finger to her lips. "Ah 'ave missed yae lass... much sae..."
Set In Her Way: Piece by piece he revealed the skin he was in for her eyes alone. Beathag couldn't resist the chance to look over his full height. Then he came to her with a touch that made her knees weak. Were she standing she may have fallen. Adam weaved a spell for her that no one else could do. He knew how to tame the tempest. "This house has nay been a home without ye 'ere..."
Ignia Ferroque: "Aye home is where the heart is... and my absence was painful tae say the least... though much good happened for Skye... I seem tae bring grief tae mae family..." he continued to trace the outlines of her face... crossing her lips several times... his hand caressing her face... Straight sex now took second line to mere touching, passing words that long had been held inside... intimacy was often given in many forms.
Set In Her Way: " M'home was gone o'er the sea then..fer when ye left it went with ye. " How long had it been for him? Two and sixty days since her hands came to his shoulders. Fingertips traced over his biceps; the right hand came to rest against his chest. She wanted to feel his heart beat under it while smoothing the skin. Up the neck, over the jaw, through his hair. He had not taken her from her clothing. Face to face now by cheeks touching as she nuzzled against him. "Nay, ye've brought Skye n' your family nothin' but honor. Lay the grief where it belongs..I'm sae sorry.."
Ignia Ferroque: Many things wanted to be said, but no need now... Past was past...what happened was done... no changing it... humility and patience had come to Adam... The harsh bastard was now a man with common sense... had pain developed this in him? Or had the love of a golden haired woman? or both? He smiled his thoughts behind him... He simply leaned to her and gave her a kiss... light at first... then another... and another... her face tinting with every kiss... "Nae sorry, nae need tae... spaek o'it nae more.... "[/b] he whispered.[/color]
Set In Her Way: "Wot can be given, wot can be said, if anythin'. But I am....I am...." The cupid's bow of her lip pressed to his cheek, his throat, a shake of head as brow came to brow. Bess loved the man who held her and she worshipped him. Guilty of a lover's idolatry she had no intent to repent. The harsh bastard was soothed by what else but thorn ridden flowers? A sweet honey fragrance mingled with hard steel. The past needed to be put to rest but it was hard to do when it haunted the future. Another kiss, another to the lips. "I love you."
Ignia Ferroque: "I luv yae more'en yae knaew Bessie Eve... More'n yae ever shall knaew..." he pulls her skirt up higher...his hand caresses her legs, his fingers begin to trace the scars... "Yer beautiful tae mae... scars, flesh smooth, or harsh... tis nae another in mae heart or in mae mind..." he began to filter away piece by piece... soon bare skin would caress bare skin... kiss to kiss, lip to lip... fingers entertwine... body parts come alive and skin perks as bare forms touch... days, nay months since these two star-crossed lovers even got to touch one another...
Set In Her Way: "Twill take two life times tae figure, n' each time, each one...Ah want tae spend it learnin' the ways o' ye.." The skirt bunched up in his hand. Piece by piece, a lacing, a tie, a bodice, her coronet...until at last the touches were flesh to flesh instead. She sucked on his upper lip and put her full lips on his before sliding her body down, only to pull it gently back up so they brushed together. Her inner warmth was evident, calling to him as he traced over the scars that torture wrought, making them beautiful.
Ignia Ferroque: "Yae and Ah shall be forever luv… ev’n after death…” His sexual advances were unhindered as she willing released herself to him… The evening’s agenda of the two lovers progressed slow and meticulous; the experience of both lauding their efforts in hours of personal enjoyment, with the heightened coupling of man and wife erupting in the moans of orgasmic bliss. Who said that the pair of five and thirty year olds could not behave as newlyweds on firstnight.