Post by Lady Aislin Creed of Eohmark on Jun 11, 2008 18:56:38 GMT -6
Aislin Creed- Night had long since fallen on the lands of Skye, making all that beauty of the buildings and nature hide under a cloak of darkness and shadows. Already people had pulled up their stepping stools and moved to light the lanterns along the walkways of the cobblestone paths. Just because night had fallen, it did not mean the healing halls would be closing. Carrying a candle in hand, Aislin moved to her study area and began to light the rest of the candles to send that orange glow all throughout the room. The apron that had a thin layer of dried blood along it was pulled from the front of her and placed up to hang and dry better before she shifted towards her desk and eased behind it to have a seat for the first time in what seemed like hours. Ocean eyes peered out the window as she back with her long legs up and booted feet on top of her table. One slender hand moved to the growing bump at her stomach and rubbed for a few moments before she heard the sounds of healers shuffling past her open door.
General Maahes- In passing thought one could only wonder what it was so many busy souls could be doing at all hours. He had thought he was alone on his shadow infested stroll. The night of the sky passed over him untouched, but touching out over his darkened flesh. So easily the wind could caress a forbidden territory, but the back of his mate's hand could not. All was falling together for the twisted mind of Maahes, as Galen was home safe, and now Tommy. Though, he had only seen her once, it would be enough to give him the hope for her well-being. Percival was gone, so was Kuriel, but what had happened to Destin? Today he had come in on her Aislin leaving, and had she been tending to another? Was there someone who had been sick? He had made his nightly rounds, all of the soldier's tucked away in their barracks. So now was time to check on the bit of people he cared for, or more who he hated least. As soon as he made his way into the healing hall a few of the women there turned their faces to him with a smile. Half of fear, and the other concern. Was he sick? Was he here to finish what he started on Aislin's face? It seemed everywhere he went, so many had so many different opinions and mixed emotions about the man. "May I speak with Aislin?" He broke the silence with the probably the kindest tone he had ever taken. Though his shy stance, and quiet words revealed it to be much the same with asking a mother if their son could come out and play.
Aislin Creed- Even Aislin got tired from a days work. She was human after all, but the difference was Aislin, like only a few, would press on until she knew she could go no more. She knew her limits and right now was simply for the babe, not so much herself. Closing her eyes, her ears were on the shuffle of others still.
Paul Jenkins- The male that Maahes had asked about Aislin could not have been a beter choice, for he knew very little to nothing of the beast of a man before him. At first Paul had indeed confused Maahes with Malick, Aislin's personal guardian when she went to sea, but that male had no hair while this one had thick locks of it. `` You can find her in her office. I believe she is alone sir. Can you find your way?`` He offered, though surely Maahes could find it alone.
Aislin Creed- Ocean eyes opened when she heard a much heavier sound of walking and looked to her door to see Maahes there. `` Evening my friend. Come in... shut the door behind you if you wish.`` If anything, Aislin was always here for those she deemed friends. One could tell due to how quickly she went to Aman-ud-Din thinking he was hurt.
General Maahes- Doors were not meant to be shut, doors were an escape. He could see who came in, and would might think of coming. Quickly the room was scanned, places where weapons might have been hidden, or where eyes could be watching. Every foot step outside was counted, and memorized. Soft light steps the maidens, dark heavy steps a guard or other men. By how many times they passed he could count how many, and if any made double tracks. Would they pass back and forth listening for their friend if she would need assistance? This was another reason he kept the door open. Her husband and his relationship was a hard one, and now Maahes was simply at a stand still with it. The hour was well beyond a decent time, and again the pair seemed more and more alike. "Where is this thing you call, intestine?" He sat in a vacant chair and looked around for any sign of something close to what she had described. The chair under him cried out from the weight, but was going no where.
Aislin Creed- Aislin did not smile often, but hearing those words as if they were his greeting, made one rise on those thin and wide lips. moving to stand, she walked towards the shelf and reached up for one of the many jars that would be found there. Pulling it down, the organ inside jiggled with her every step as the liquid that surrounded it moved likes small waves inside. Holding out the thick jar to him, she waited for him to take it before leaning back to press her desk.`` Open it... it be only water within it. Ah have some rags to wipe ye hands afterwards. There be no disease upon it. Do nay crush it though for it is sensitive to touch.`` She waited, seeing if the General would truly open it and pull the item within out to inspect it. The organ inside had turned a light pale color. Bits had already seemed to grow a mucus around it even within the water. `` Ah have a heart as well..`` She made a movement to go and seek it knowing he would want to see it more then likely.
General Maahes- Holy chyt, was all he could think as he took the jar within large hands. What the hell was this?? Call it sick, but deep down this was captivating. He had once read a journal of a mad man, who the church had forbidden to write. The man had been killed, but a copy of his work surfaced in the Avarian library, but nothing compared to this.. " A heart?" He rose his attention from the jar and sat it at the edge of her desk as his eyes watched her move. No, he had no desire to touch it. Nothing.
Aislin Creed- Aislin moved to reach for the next jar that held a human heart within it. Who's heart was Aislin's secret of course, for families could grow inraged and Aislin would once mroe be accused of being a witch. This jar was a bit smaller then the last, holding the thick organ within it, while the water splashed sealed tightly in the jar. ``Now ye can say ye have held a human heart within yer hands and mean it aye?`` She gave the jar very carefully over to him and waited for him to finish turning it aroun and inspecting it. ``Within all of us, that be our heart. What ye be hearing often in yer own head. I suspect, that be a major thing to keep us living.`` The other jar was taken and placed back where she had gotten it from and so would the heart one when he was done.
Eamonn of Eohmark- Yet another day had come to a closing, and Eamonn was simply counting down the minutes until he could feel a soft bed under his lofty frame and the warmth of his wife beside him. It was on that very thought that Eamonn rode into the Turas Lan stables to relieve his companion for the night, as they were still within the capital of Skye. Finbar was eager to chew and graze upon the hay given, and the warmth of the blanket was comforting to the faithful war horse. Helm was tucked under an armoured arm, leaving the white horse tail plume to sway to and fro with his steps as he headed for the infirmary, where he had last left his wife. Dirt had been smudged and smeared upon his face, the product of another rough day with horses. Upon reaching the infirmary, he was told that Aislin was in her study with the General from Avaria. Maahes. Eamonn stiffened instantly, and he fought the frown forming upon his features. What fight or brawl did the lug get into now? Honestly, the man was more trouble than he was worth. So, it was to the study of his wife that the Horse Lord had been redirected to, the sound of his boots thudding along the stone floor echoed down the hallway with each swift, long stride he took. His head was held high and proud, and gloved fingers flexed tensly at his side before curling around the hilt of his sword idly. So it was that the door had been left open, and their voices were easily detected by the blonde's keen ears. Stopping in the doorway, he stood tall, and cleared his throat, only to see Aislin showing Maahes something...in a jar...was that?...Eamonn frowned and sneered in disgust. Why was it that Aislin's study was becoming more and more ludicrous...and disgusting. Shaking his head, a brow rose. ``I hope I am not interrupting anything...sensible.`` He said tartly, disliking the sight as well as the presence of Maahes, but that vile taste was swallowed and the thoughts paired with a few words he had for the brute were swallowed like a foul tonic. ``I came to inquire if my wife was ready to retire for the evening.`` If she was done playing with human organs, of course.
General Maahes- All the more reason to keep the door open. Closed doors were more then just a metaphor to the ill mind of the General. They were means of escape, an opening to his freedom. None had seen it here, but put Maahes in a place he could not break free and watch him as he pulls himself apart from the inside out. A much darker twisted mind crept behind that stoic face, and one that was soon to have an appearance. As the jar was held so to did he feel inside his own chest, his heart burning. Burning buildings, crying children, and the sounds of cannons were played by the pounding of Eamonn's steps, but still he could hear only his heart. "When at night, I can not sleep it is because of the sound this makes." Eamonn's voice then was heard from the doorframe, and he was in no way surprised. It appeared the Horse Lord had a sixth sense when it came to the women in his life, and when Maahes would grow near. His eyes rose to the man from and a small smirk pressed his lips. "Your wife's heart." He held the jar up a little so Eamonn could see the organ better.
Aislin Creed- Aislin did not know that there were other reasons for such a visit. It was why, she had offered another jar and never asked why Maahes had come to see her. It was pleasant in that sense. At night, he could not sleep? Was it so surprising? No. Even with her husband's entrance, Aislin did not steer to fa from the subject. ``Almost husband. Will ye come and sit with us for a few moments as well.`` If Maahes was trying to taunt Eamonn, Aislin did not take it as such or get it in that sense. Ocean eyes moved over her husband for a moment before looking back to Maahes. ``What prevents ye from sleeping? Tell me such and ah will give ye something for it. `` She did not want to give him some thing powerful if he was simply in need of relaxing. A question came to mind for a brief moment. Did Maahes mate not help ease him at night? It was none of her business of course, so she never asked
Eamonn of Eohmark- Eamonn was already holding back harsh words and a fist for Maahes, and the General was not helping in that cause. So it would seem that the man had trouble sleeping, did he? Well, perhaps if he was not such a monster he would find some measure of slumber. When Maahes turned around and held the heart encased in a jar for better view, his eyes narrowed. Those words already made his blood simmer and his grip to tighten around the hilt of his sword. Eamonn wanted to carve that smirk right off his face! ``Make comments like that and it will be YOUR heart encased in a glass jar.`` The Marshal shot back venomously. If there was a fast way to ignite that foul temper of his, it was pulling his wife and daughter into context such as this. Hazel eyes with specks of green shifted to his wife as she asked him to join them. Well, he was here...where else would he go? ``Of course, Aislin. Pray those few moments are not long.`` Eamonn commented dryly, before casting another hard glare at Maahes as he stepped further inside, watching the man like a hawk did its nest, ready to sink sharp talons into any danger that beckoned.
General Maahes- At first everything started out so still and quiet when the man moved, as images flashed before his eyes of an unfinished fight. Amber eyes glazed with flames, as drums pounded against his chest. What he wouldn't give to finish breaking those ribs in. However, unlike Eamonn, Maahes has no mercy, and that unborn inside Aislin's body was a quick reminder. Slowly he would rise from his seat, in one fluid motion like oil spilling towards the sky. His tall frame sucked in the air around them as his presence filled the space. From the depths of his chest, a voice rose up low and mostly like a wolf's growl in winter's cold. "Not soon enough." He spoke all in one breath, hands falling to his sides after he sat the jar down. No there wouldn't be anything from Aislin he'd need right now, but of Eamonn's sister? Perhaps. Though that thought remained right where it was. He would avoid pressing past the Marshal, but when two large men filled a small space there was only so much he could do. Leather against leather Maahes's shoulder brushed the man, and he felt ill deep inside. He would step around the man's form as he moved to leave, but would turn enough for his face to be offset one of Eamonn's shoulders. "Take her home, pretty boy." He hissed and then moved outward into the hall to make his leave.
Aislin Creed- Why was it so hard for them both to get along or to not test each other? Perhaps Aislin did not understand men as well as she had thought, for these two always made things worse then they had to be. Aislin stood still as her husband retorted back at what ever it was he heard beyond Maahes words and then the tension rose. Aislin sighed gently as she looked from one man to the other. Maahes now ignoring her and moving to stand quickly with all his power around his presence while her husband glared at the man with no fear. One full brow rose as she watched Maahes move for the door, brushing against Eamonn in a not so gentle way. Why must they pick at each other so.`` Maahes, please stay. Ye came to ask me for something and then ignore me when ah try to help ye. Ye do nay be needing to hide such things from my husband, for he will nay hold it against ye.`` If he did, he would have words with his wife. `` What is it that ye both see when ye look at each other that makes ye hold such conflict? Do ye both nay realize that if ye can nay see at some level together, ye both will nay only be against each other, but the part of skye that protects us will be at a conflict?`` surely they saw the bigger picture? if not, Aislin would have no issues putting them on the table.
Eamonn of Eohmark- Eamonn was trying to be civil, but Maahes made it HARD to do such. Every breath of the man was an insult, and his words paired with comments were like a thorn continuously pricking his side. By the way the General was headed, his patience would be zapped and gone completely. His gaze was hard and cold for there was no warmth for the General that lingered within him. But Maahes was right, his heart would not be encased in a jar, rather Eamonn would be sure to place it upon a spike and burn it. Eamonn took no seat, rather he stood tall and waited for the two to continue their conversation. Why would he care if the General Maahes lost sleep at night? It was none of his concern. As the tall Maahes began to move past, the armoured shoulder was jerked back a bit from the intentional brush of Maahes, and Eamonn's eyes narrowed once more. Pretty boy? Oh Eamonn had it. The helmet was tossed into the empty chair, and the Marshal stalked after Maahes. ``WATCH your tongue or lose it. You try my patience and nerves, knave, and unless you wish to have your organs ADDED to the collection jars, I would tread CAREFULLY around me, Avarian bastard!`` Eamonn snapped back roughly, his now free hand forming a tight fist. While there was sense in the words of his wife, Eamonn was a hot-head, ill tempered, and had a fine thread of patience. Maahes snapped it clean in two.
General Maahes- One thing that made him so successful in his fights was this very reason. No there would be no harsh words returned, nor any actions to warrant any further fight. This he could somehow sickly thank Roderick for. Lord he wished Tommy were here. She has killed men for less, but they had never known it was her. Their style was so well synched that all it took was a few hand gestures as they positioned their rooks on the board of pawns. There wasn't anything more deadly, but she was the very reason he was here. She was the reason for everything about him, and to broaden the entire prospective; she was the reason he was on Skye, in Europe and even alive. MaMamoth, think about this, are we willing to sit in another prison cell for a fight like this? He could hear her asking, and his lips curled more so into his smirk. He turned then to face Eamonn, stopping dead in his tracks as the man met him. Chest to chest, face to face, he could almost feel the other's hot breath of rage against the flesh of his face. No there wouldn't be a drawn fist or blade, but Maahes would dip his head forward to whisper so that only the man before him could hear. "Not in front of your wife, and your unborn. But soon." Yes, soon.
Aislin Creed- Aislin would never apologize for either's manners, for they were grown men and knew right from wrong, or should. Eamonn's temper flared so fast that Aislin had barely finished letting out her breath before he helmet went flying to a empty chair. While others would go rushing to jump in the middle and break them up, or choose sides, Aislin did neither. She was ignored and such words would not be wasted on deaf ears again. Since the men had stepped out beyond her door, Aislin moved to grab her sac and placed the jar back on the shelf. Eamonn's helmet was gathered and shoved into her sac along with her journal and quill. Aislin simply shook her head at her husband's words, seeing that what she had told him went out the window like a pot of chyt. Moving about the room, Aislin began to blow out each candle as it seemed the men would not be returning. When she moved into the hallway, she could see them again. Shutting the heavy wooden door, she latched it and waited by it for them to leave or make way. She was not going to head towards them if fist would fly.`` If ye both must fight, do so in the garden area at least aye...plenty of room and ye will any break anything of mine.``
Eamonn of Eohmark- With all the comings faith had brought him, it made him a harsh, objective man who normally kept to himself. However, when pressed and provoked, he was a force to be reckoned with. He could be a terrible storm, and the only calm was his wife. Into the hallway he strolled after Maahes, hot on the man's heels until the General stopped in his tracks and turned to face Eamonn squarely. Without sign of fear upon his features, Eamonn glared right back to the man before him. Eamonn had worse odds before, and while Maahes was nearly twice his size as were, he did not care. Soon? Eamonn tilted his chin upward proudly, and sneered at the man. ``Soon. This ENDS soon. `` He growled back, and turning on his heels to head back towards his wife. ``There will be no fight now.`` He said stiffly, before offering to take the sack that she carried for her.
General Maahes- There was a smile there, upon features that burned. Not a smile that reached his eyes, nor a smile one would share with another. This was for his own self benefit. It stunk with a dangerous pride that swelled inside him like that heart in the jar. Nothing would be said, as nothing was needed. He knew where he stood, and so did they. So as Eamonn moved to take her bag he would tilt his head lightly to the healer in which he had grown very fond of. Not everyday a woman could set aside her own pride and enjoy the ocean. However, respect would be all that would ever be shared between then, but for Maahes that was more than enough.
General Maahes- In passing thought one could only wonder what it was so many busy souls could be doing at all hours. He had thought he was alone on his shadow infested stroll. The night of the sky passed over him untouched, but touching out over his darkened flesh. So easily the wind could caress a forbidden territory, but the back of his mate's hand could not. All was falling together for the twisted mind of Maahes, as Galen was home safe, and now Tommy. Though, he had only seen her once, it would be enough to give him the hope for her well-being. Percival was gone, so was Kuriel, but what had happened to Destin? Today he had come in on her Aislin leaving, and had she been tending to another? Was there someone who had been sick? He had made his nightly rounds, all of the soldier's tucked away in their barracks. So now was time to check on the bit of people he cared for, or more who he hated least. As soon as he made his way into the healing hall a few of the women there turned their faces to him with a smile. Half of fear, and the other concern. Was he sick? Was he here to finish what he started on Aislin's face? It seemed everywhere he went, so many had so many different opinions and mixed emotions about the man. "May I speak with Aislin?" He broke the silence with the probably the kindest tone he had ever taken. Though his shy stance, and quiet words revealed it to be much the same with asking a mother if their son could come out and play.
Aislin Creed- Even Aislin got tired from a days work. She was human after all, but the difference was Aislin, like only a few, would press on until she knew she could go no more. She knew her limits and right now was simply for the babe, not so much herself. Closing her eyes, her ears were on the shuffle of others still.
Paul Jenkins- The male that Maahes had asked about Aislin could not have been a beter choice, for he knew very little to nothing of the beast of a man before him. At first Paul had indeed confused Maahes with Malick, Aislin's personal guardian when she went to sea, but that male had no hair while this one had thick locks of it. `` You can find her in her office. I believe she is alone sir. Can you find your way?`` He offered, though surely Maahes could find it alone.
Aislin Creed- Ocean eyes opened when she heard a much heavier sound of walking and looked to her door to see Maahes there. `` Evening my friend. Come in... shut the door behind you if you wish.`` If anything, Aislin was always here for those she deemed friends. One could tell due to how quickly she went to Aman-ud-Din thinking he was hurt.
General Maahes- Doors were not meant to be shut, doors were an escape. He could see who came in, and would might think of coming. Quickly the room was scanned, places where weapons might have been hidden, or where eyes could be watching. Every foot step outside was counted, and memorized. Soft light steps the maidens, dark heavy steps a guard or other men. By how many times they passed he could count how many, and if any made double tracks. Would they pass back and forth listening for their friend if she would need assistance? This was another reason he kept the door open. Her husband and his relationship was a hard one, and now Maahes was simply at a stand still with it. The hour was well beyond a decent time, and again the pair seemed more and more alike. "Where is this thing you call, intestine?" He sat in a vacant chair and looked around for any sign of something close to what she had described. The chair under him cried out from the weight, but was going no where.
Aislin Creed- Aislin did not smile often, but hearing those words as if they were his greeting, made one rise on those thin and wide lips. moving to stand, she walked towards the shelf and reached up for one of the many jars that would be found there. Pulling it down, the organ inside jiggled with her every step as the liquid that surrounded it moved likes small waves inside. Holding out the thick jar to him, she waited for him to take it before leaning back to press her desk.`` Open it... it be only water within it. Ah have some rags to wipe ye hands afterwards. There be no disease upon it. Do nay crush it though for it is sensitive to touch.`` She waited, seeing if the General would truly open it and pull the item within out to inspect it. The organ inside had turned a light pale color. Bits had already seemed to grow a mucus around it even within the water. `` Ah have a heart as well..`` She made a movement to go and seek it knowing he would want to see it more then likely.
General Maahes- Holy chyt, was all he could think as he took the jar within large hands. What the hell was this?? Call it sick, but deep down this was captivating. He had once read a journal of a mad man, who the church had forbidden to write. The man had been killed, but a copy of his work surfaced in the Avarian library, but nothing compared to this.. " A heart?" He rose his attention from the jar and sat it at the edge of her desk as his eyes watched her move. No, he had no desire to touch it. Nothing.
Aislin Creed- Aislin moved to reach for the next jar that held a human heart within it. Who's heart was Aislin's secret of course, for families could grow inraged and Aislin would once mroe be accused of being a witch. This jar was a bit smaller then the last, holding the thick organ within it, while the water splashed sealed tightly in the jar. ``Now ye can say ye have held a human heart within yer hands and mean it aye?`` She gave the jar very carefully over to him and waited for him to finish turning it aroun and inspecting it. ``Within all of us, that be our heart. What ye be hearing often in yer own head. I suspect, that be a major thing to keep us living.`` The other jar was taken and placed back where she had gotten it from and so would the heart one when he was done.
Eamonn of Eohmark- Yet another day had come to a closing, and Eamonn was simply counting down the minutes until he could feel a soft bed under his lofty frame and the warmth of his wife beside him. It was on that very thought that Eamonn rode into the Turas Lan stables to relieve his companion for the night, as they were still within the capital of Skye. Finbar was eager to chew and graze upon the hay given, and the warmth of the blanket was comforting to the faithful war horse. Helm was tucked under an armoured arm, leaving the white horse tail plume to sway to and fro with his steps as he headed for the infirmary, where he had last left his wife. Dirt had been smudged and smeared upon his face, the product of another rough day with horses. Upon reaching the infirmary, he was told that Aislin was in her study with the General from Avaria. Maahes. Eamonn stiffened instantly, and he fought the frown forming upon his features. What fight or brawl did the lug get into now? Honestly, the man was more trouble than he was worth. So, it was to the study of his wife that the Horse Lord had been redirected to, the sound of his boots thudding along the stone floor echoed down the hallway with each swift, long stride he took. His head was held high and proud, and gloved fingers flexed tensly at his side before curling around the hilt of his sword idly. So it was that the door had been left open, and their voices were easily detected by the blonde's keen ears. Stopping in the doorway, he stood tall, and cleared his throat, only to see Aislin showing Maahes something...in a jar...was that?...Eamonn frowned and sneered in disgust. Why was it that Aislin's study was becoming more and more ludicrous...and disgusting. Shaking his head, a brow rose. ``I hope I am not interrupting anything...sensible.`` He said tartly, disliking the sight as well as the presence of Maahes, but that vile taste was swallowed and the thoughts paired with a few words he had for the brute were swallowed like a foul tonic. ``I came to inquire if my wife was ready to retire for the evening.`` If she was done playing with human organs, of course.
General Maahes- All the more reason to keep the door open. Closed doors were more then just a metaphor to the ill mind of the General. They were means of escape, an opening to his freedom. None had seen it here, but put Maahes in a place he could not break free and watch him as he pulls himself apart from the inside out. A much darker twisted mind crept behind that stoic face, and one that was soon to have an appearance. As the jar was held so to did he feel inside his own chest, his heart burning. Burning buildings, crying children, and the sounds of cannons were played by the pounding of Eamonn's steps, but still he could hear only his heart. "When at night, I can not sleep it is because of the sound this makes." Eamonn's voice then was heard from the doorframe, and he was in no way surprised. It appeared the Horse Lord had a sixth sense when it came to the women in his life, and when Maahes would grow near. His eyes rose to the man from and a small smirk pressed his lips. "Your wife's heart." He held the jar up a little so Eamonn could see the organ better.
Aislin Creed- Aislin did not know that there were other reasons for such a visit. It was why, she had offered another jar and never asked why Maahes had come to see her. It was pleasant in that sense. At night, he could not sleep? Was it so surprising? No. Even with her husband's entrance, Aislin did not steer to fa from the subject. ``Almost husband. Will ye come and sit with us for a few moments as well.`` If Maahes was trying to taunt Eamonn, Aislin did not take it as such or get it in that sense. Ocean eyes moved over her husband for a moment before looking back to Maahes. ``What prevents ye from sleeping? Tell me such and ah will give ye something for it. `` She did not want to give him some thing powerful if he was simply in need of relaxing. A question came to mind for a brief moment. Did Maahes mate not help ease him at night? It was none of her business of course, so she never asked
Eamonn of Eohmark- Eamonn was already holding back harsh words and a fist for Maahes, and the General was not helping in that cause. So it would seem that the man had trouble sleeping, did he? Well, perhaps if he was not such a monster he would find some measure of slumber. When Maahes turned around and held the heart encased in a jar for better view, his eyes narrowed. Those words already made his blood simmer and his grip to tighten around the hilt of his sword. Eamonn wanted to carve that smirk right off his face! ``Make comments like that and it will be YOUR heart encased in a glass jar.`` The Marshal shot back venomously. If there was a fast way to ignite that foul temper of his, it was pulling his wife and daughter into context such as this. Hazel eyes with specks of green shifted to his wife as she asked him to join them. Well, he was here...where else would he go? ``Of course, Aislin. Pray those few moments are not long.`` Eamonn commented dryly, before casting another hard glare at Maahes as he stepped further inside, watching the man like a hawk did its nest, ready to sink sharp talons into any danger that beckoned.
General Maahes- At first everything started out so still and quiet when the man moved, as images flashed before his eyes of an unfinished fight. Amber eyes glazed with flames, as drums pounded against his chest. What he wouldn't give to finish breaking those ribs in. However, unlike Eamonn, Maahes has no mercy, and that unborn inside Aislin's body was a quick reminder. Slowly he would rise from his seat, in one fluid motion like oil spilling towards the sky. His tall frame sucked in the air around them as his presence filled the space. From the depths of his chest, a voice rose up low and mostly like a wolf's growl in winter's cold. "Not soon enough." He spoke all in one breath, hands falling to his sides after he sat the jar down. No there wouldn't be anything from Aislin he'd need right now, but of Eamonn's sister? Perhaps. Though that thought remained right where it was. He would avoid pressing past the Marshal, but when two large men filled a small space there was only so much he could do. Leather against leather Maahes's shoulder brushed the man, and he felt ill deep inside. He would step around the man's form as he moved to leave, but would turn enough for his face to be offset one of Eamonn's shoulders. "Take her home, pretty boy." He hissed and then moved outward into the hall to make his leave.
Aislin Creed- Why was it so hard for them both to get along or to not test each other? Perhaps Aislin did not understand men as well as she had thought, for these two always made things worse then they had to be. Aislin stood still as her husband retorted back at what ever it was he heard beyond Maahes words and then the tension rose. Aislin sighed gently as she looked from one man to the other. Maahes now ignoring her and moving to stand quickly with all his power around his presence while her husband glared at the man with no fear. One full brow rose as she watched Maahes move for the door, brushing against Eamonn in a not so gentle way. Why must they pick at each other so.`` Maahes, please stay. Ye came to ask me for something and then ignore me when ah try to help ye. Ye do nay be needing to hide such things from my husband, for he will nay hold it against ye.`` If he did, he would have words with his wife. `` What is it that ye both see when ye look at each other that makes ye hold such conflict? Do ye both nay realize that if ye can nay see at some level together, ye both will nay only be against each other, but the part of skye that protects us will be at a conflict?`` surely they saw the bigger picture? if not, Aislin would have no issues putting them on the table.
Eamonn of Eohmark- Eamonn was trying to be civil, but Maahes made it HARD to do such. Every breath of the man was an insult, and his words paired with comments were like a thorn continuously pricking his side. By the way the General was headed, his patience would be zapped and gone completely. His gaze was hard and cold for there was no warmth for the General that lingered within him. But Maahes was right, his heart would not be encased in a jar, rather Eamonn would be sure to place it upon a spike and burn it. Eamonn took no seat, rather he stood tall and waited for the two to continue their conversation. Why would he care if the General Maahes lost sleep at night? It was none of his concern. As the tall Maahes began to move past, the armoured shoulder was jerked back a bit from the intentional brush of Maahes, and Eamonn's eyes narrowed once more. Pretty boy? Oh Eamonn had it. The helmet was tossed into the empty chair, and the Marshal stalked after Maahes. ``WATCH your tongue or lose it. You try my patience and nerves, knave, and unless you wish to have your organs ADDED to the collection jars, I would tread CAREFULLY around me, Avarian bastard!`` Eamonn snapped back roughly, his now free hand forming a tight fist. While there was sense in the words of his wife, Eamonn was a hot-head, ill tempered, and had a fine thread of patience. Maahes snapped it clean in two.
General Maahes- One thing that made him so successful in his fights was this very reason. No there would be no harsh words returned, nor any actions to warrant any further fight. This he could somehow sickly thank Roderick for. Lord he wished Tommy were here. She has killed men for less, but they had never known it was her. Their style was so well synched that all it took was a few hand gestures as they positioned their rooks on the board of pawns. There wasn't anything more deadly, but she was the very reason he was here. She was the reason for everything about him, and to broaden the entire prospective; she was the reason he was on Skye, in Europe and even alive. MaMamoth, think about this, are we willing to sit in another prison cell for a fight like this? He could hear her asking, and his lips curled more so into his smirk. He turned then to face Eamonn, stopping dead in his tracks as the man met him. Chest to chest, face to face, he could almost feel the other's hot breath of rage against the flesh of his face. No there wouldn't be a drawn fist or blade, but Maahes would dip his head forward to whisper so that only the man before him could hear. "Not in front of your wife, and your unborn. But soon." Yes, soon.
Aislin Creed- Aislin would never apologize for either's manners, for they were grown men and knew right from wrong, or should. Eamonn's temper flared so fast that Aislin had barely finished letting out her breath before he helmet went flying to a empty chair. While others would go rushing to jump in the middle and break them up, or choose sides, Aislin did neither. She was ignored and such words would not be wasted on deaf ears again. Since the men had stepped out beyond her door, Aislin moved to grab her sac and placed the jar back on the shelf. Eamonn's helmet was gathered and shoved into her sac along with her journal and quill. Aislin simply shook her head at her husband's words, seeing that what she had told him went out the window like a pot of chyt. Moving about the room, Aislin began to blow out each candle as it seemed the men would not be returning. When she moved into the hallway, she could see them again. Shutting the heavy wooden door, she latched it and waited by it for them to leave or make way. She was not going to head towards them if fist would fly.`` If ye both must fight, do so in the garden area at least aye...plenty of room and ye will any break anything of mine.``
Eamonn of Eohmark- With all the comings faith had brought him, it made him a harsh, objective man who normally kept to himself. However, when pressed and provoked, he was a force to be reckoned with. He could be a terrible storm, and the only calm was his wife. Into the hallway he strolled after Maahes, hot on the man's heels until the General stopped in his tracks and turned to face Eamonn squarely. Without sign of fear upon his features, Eamonn glared right back to the man before him. Eamonn had worse odds before, and while Maahes was nearly twice his size as were, he did not care. Soon? Eamonn tilted his chin upward proudly, and sneered at the man. ``Soon. This ENDS soon. `` He growled back, and turning on his heels to head back towards his wife. ``There will be no fight now.`` He said stiffly, before offering to take the sack that she carried for her.
General Maahes- There was a smile there, upon features that burned. Not a smile that reached his eyes, nor a smile one would share with another. This was for his own self benefit. It stunk with a dangerous pride that swelled inside him like that heart in the jar. Nothing would be said, as nothing was needed. He knew where he stood, and so did they. So as Eamonn moved to take her bag he would tilt his head lightly to the healer in which he had grown very fond of. Not everyday a woman could set aside her own pride and enjoy the ocean. However, respect would be all that would ever be shared between then, but for Maahes that was more than enough.
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