Words and Whiskey
ALCHOL CAN BECOME A MOST UNTIMELY CATALYST..
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK
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SIOBHAN MACLEOD[/b] Polite, almost as if she were someone else completely, she waited and stood in front of the table around the opposite end.[/color][/ul]
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK[/b] He replied, though why would she want to sit with him...a squire? Eyes regarded her carefully, unable to take his eyes off of her in both skeptics and wonderment.[/color][/ul]
SIOBHAN MACLEOD[/b] Pulling the wooden chair out with one delicate hand, she settled the tea upon the table and then took a seat, careful to straighten her skirts about her legs so they did not tangle. The warmth of the fire was already seeping into her skin, making her eyes drift towards the dance of the flames. Her own cadet blue eyes flared with the light, before she looked back to him and curled long fingers around the mug to pull it closer to her.
``Are you as much afraid this time as you were before?`` It may not have been the best question, but she did not know what else to say. He seemed to be lost in thought, maybe he was worried about war?[/color][/ul]
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK[/b] Lucius answered plainly, before lifting the mug to his lips and taking another drink.[/color][/ul]
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LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK[/b] Lucius said, matter-of-factly, and with a hint of pride and confidence in his tone.[/color][/ul]
SIOBHAN MACLEOD[/b] A soft smirk that could be more wicked then soft, formed over her pouted lips.
``How do you know this is the path for you?``[/color][/ul]
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK[/b] How did he know that knighthood was the path for him? Lucius stared at her flatly, inhaling deeply as he tried to mask the harshness of her words.
``I know, because I would not be here now if it was not my destiny. Because good men like Sit Kendrew and the Duchess herself believe in me.`` He said, lifting his cleft chin somewhat.[/color][/ul]
SIOBHAN MACLEOD[/b] She said matter-of-factly. She knew there was more then just blood shed and the gaining of land. Honor and the righteous path to do more good and protect the people of the land. Looking away from him, she took another sip as he went on, almost as if ignoring him now. In fact, she was listening to him and his words. Pulling the mug down,. her cadet blue eyes looked to his darker ones and studied his face. A soft laugh that lasted no more then a second came from her lips at his words.
``So you have corrected me. What many forget, is that the Duchess and Sir Kendrew were once lower class and had to work their way to get where they are. They hold softer hearts then those who were given the right at birth. My father believes, it is what make them better people. Does that give you hope Squire? To know that you could become like Kendrew in the future? What of your father. Is he not a knight? ``[/color][/ul]
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK[/b] Lucius answered, lowering his eyes and keeping them on the task of filling his mug again and taking another hearty swallow.[/color][/ul]
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LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK[/b] Lucius snapped back dryly. Did he..? The typically mild manner Lucius had spoken thoughts he withheld. Whiskey...it was a true catalyst.[/color][/ul]
SIOBHAN MACLEOD[/b] Her accent began to bleed as tears moved down her cheeks. The men held back a laugh, trying to cover their mouths. It did not make Siobhan feel better, in fact she felt worse now. Lucius was right. Her father would be ashamed and he was leaving soo, while she was acting like a child. Her hand ached from that hit, knuckles pounding before she turned and ran for the steps, tripping up them and almost landing on her face.[/color][/ul]
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK[/b] He called after her, reaching for her arm.
``Forgive me please...it was wrong of me to say such..my Lady please..`` The squire all but pleaded. Would his father have had done this? Probably not...but he was not his father.[/COLOR][/ul]
SIOBHAN MACLEOD[/b] It was said with that sad tone, not one of hate or anger. She shook her head to the men, making them pause by herself and Lucius, close enough to grab the male should he try something more.
``You have once more put me in my place. Be proud of your words, for I am sure they gave you a moment of joy. You felt I deserved it and maybe you are right.`` She was already moving up the steps, still talking to him as she went. Her hands grabbed her skirts, tugging them up so she could all but stomp her way up.
``I don't know you. You don't know me. We are even. You assume I am bitter completely, so be it.`` Up the stairs, she turned to face him, tears leaving soft red streaks down her face as she looked at him.
``I will be cruel to you no more. My father will send me home when he goes to war as I am sure you will. May you live through yet another war and become the knight you so rightly deserve.``[/color][/ul]
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK[/b] He said, moving up the steps behind her, following her and how easily he forgot about her men.
``Forgive my words, my lady..for they were too harsh and brought about by alcohol..`` Though it was not simply the alcohol..the whiskey gave him courage to say it. Standing up behind her, looking down on her face, Lucius frowned sadly.
``Let my assumptions not be true..Siobhan..I beg your forgiveness...`` But why? As cold as she had been to him, why was he begging her forgiveness? Not even Lucius knew entirely, but he did not want to see her cry...no matter how much truth his words had.[/color][/ul]
SIOBHAN MACLEOD[/b] She was rambling now. Still wiping at her tears to push them from her face.[/color][/ul]
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK[/b] Lucius tried to find better words.
``Rare it is..that you have friendly words toward me..my Lady..and I have not caused any offense to you...yet your words have been cold and cruel, save the day at my father's shop..after you rather angrily called me a liar and demand I explain myself..`` He answered honestly. Even those times, he tried to let her words roll from his back..but they were hard. He was still young and learning his own resolve. She never use to be like this..? Why was he, then, so special to receive her hatred? Well, it hurt a bit more at the fact that he was the only one to have such cruelties.
``Do you hate me so..my Lady? Does the sight of me sting your eyes so much that you feel the need to speak such to me? What wrong have I done upon you?..You already are strong..to be near anyone that must go to war and have the courage to still often them hope and a kind word. That is strength, my Lady..`` Death was a natural thing, a path that everyone must take eventually, but all he had was his father..and now a growing family outside of that. Lucius cried silently over the body of Sir Liam..he knew what she spoke of, and felt sympathy,[/color][/ul]
SIOBHAN MACLEOD[/b] Taking a step back, she looked over his face from the way his eye was swelling to his clef within his chin.
``What will I learn stuck here? You are male and free more then I am. My cruelty is my own jealousy..``[/color][/ul]
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK[/B] Siobhan did not need to see a man's head loped off or blood flying from a wound. Be it from the whiskey or his own bravery, a hand timidly reached out to touch her arm.
``You..will learn what men a war cannot. I am no more free than you..bound to my duties as you are yours. It does not mean it will be lesser in worth, Siobhan.`` Once more, her name slipped out, for he was growing fond of saying it..it was different to him..and he liked it.[/color][/ul]
SIOBHAN MACLEOD[/B] She heard his words, but what did she say to them? Nothing came to mind.[/color][/ul]
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK[/b] He wanted to ask for a kind word from her..to ask Siobhan to say something nice to him before he left..but she did not have to.[/color][/ul]
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SIOBHAN MACLEOD[/b] She did not want to break away, she wanted to hug him tightly, but her guards were watching and could tell her father all they saw today. The kiss would be hard enough to explain. Pulling back, she carefully pulled from his reach, not shrugging him off, but lingering as if wanting him to touch her arm until she made her way to her door, opened it and slipped inside, looking to him even as she closed it until wood stood between them.[/color][/ul]
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK[/b] He breathed out nervously, trying to force himself at least a simple word.
``..Goodnight..m-my Lady..`` His hand released her arm, and Lucius watched her pull away slowly..almost as if..she did not want to. It wasn't fair. Eyes stayed on her, following her until the wooden door hindered her view. When she was within the room, Lucius blinked..and fingers rose to touch his lips briefly. He would never forget. Lucius would hold on to that moment..for amidst the sorrowful drama..that kiss and her sweet words bad been the light..and restored his hope even if nor a moment. Pressing his lips together, Lucius returned down the steps to collect is cloak from the chair, and with it draped over his arm, Lucius moved to his room and closed the door. How hard it was to remain bitter and hold disdain for women when they could be so..opposite to a man.[/color][/ul]
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