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| Emne: A tender soul [past + cw] Søn Aug 18, 2019 7:11 pm | |
| Outfit@ElleryCONTENT WARNING: Sexual acts are mentioned and written about______ The year was 1800, a few years into the first french republic. Zyanya didn’t know how she had ended up here, but she had managed to get dressed, not looking savage, as the locals called it. She had manage to get a home, being thankful that this mysterious Ellery had given her a place in his home. She walked the streets in her gown, haven taking it on herself to get some things from the market. It was a strange new world, so different from her homeland. The French language was strange in her mouth, but she had managed to get it down somehow. The streets were still not safe after dark, but during the day it was alright. She had promised to get back soon, it would only take a few hours or so. She missed the nature from her childhood, the crazy flora and the wild fauna, but she knew she had to accept that Tenochtitlan was no more. Her people had been eradicated or some even taken away to be slaves or breeding machines for some twisted Spanish men. Exhaling she looked around, studying the produce the vendor was selling before buying some and before long she was on her way back. People often stared at her as she passed them on the street, calling her slurs under their breaths. It hadn’t been long she had been walking home, but she felt someone follow her. A couple of grown men, moving not far behind her, and she didn’t need to read their mind to know what they wanted. Exotic flesh, some of the local men spoke of women of color. It didn’t take them long to advance on her, one of them going so far as to grab a hold of her. She teared herself away, dropping her bag of goods on the ground and rippind her dress open on the sleeve. Not looking back she just started running, wishing she had the ability to fly away as a free eagle, but alas she would have to accept that she was a mere humanoid, walking on two legs. As she reached the house she hurried inside, slamming the door loudly behind her and leaning her back against the big wooden door. Closing her eyes she tried to catch her breath, focusing on not hyperventilating as she felt the adrenalin in her blood. ”Ellery?” she called out, scared that she was alone, really wishing some sort of comfort. Ellery had been kind to her, yet she had yet to meet the brother he so rarely spoke of.
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| Emne: Sv: A tender soul [past + cw] Søn Aug 18, 2019 7:32 pm | |
| It had been no more than a couple of months since the master of the house, Ellery, had decided to bring a girl to live with them. At first, his brother, Nathaniel, had been against it as it would be hard to keep their condition a secret from someone living with them. Ellery had promised that it would be no problem; they were twins, as he had explained the girl, but they were never in the house at the same time. Nathaniel had not been fond of the arrangement, but he had no choice. It was Ellery that decided such things. They had lived there for almost a century now. They did rarely go out, so no one could guess their ability to stay young. No one knew what they looked like, besides their family, the circle of sirens they belonged to and their old friend Nerobel. Therefore, bringing another person into their life seemed risky. The girl had been with them for some time now. Not long, and surely not long enough for her to be safe in town on her own. Yet, as she had left to venture there herself, Ellery had agreed to give Nathaniel some time in the body, to stretch his legs. It didn’t take long before he felt right back at home, having some time in the stable, grooming his priced horse Belle. A black beauty, enormous to those that wasn’t used to handle such a big creature. Her head was easily the size of a grown man’s torso. He had just finished up in the stables and returned to the hall to retrieve a jacket so that he could take Belle out for a ride, when he heard the voice of the girl call out for his brother. ‘’Zyanya?’’ he asked, as he joined her in the entrance of the rather large estate. ‘’What’s wrong?’’ he asked, his multicolored eyes looking directly at hers. She seemed frightened. He took off his green jacket in a hasty manner and rolled up his sleeves to above his elbows. The matching green vest had been undone as he had been warm working in the stables. The ties keeping the shirt closed on the chest was also undone, leaving the shirt open down to the end of his breastbone; showing off scars and the sparse body hair on his chest. Without asking her permission - a thing Ellery always would do before touching her - he moved her to the side and opened the door. He didn’t close it behind him, as he walked outside, without waiting for her answer. |
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| Emne: Sv: A tender soul [past + cw] Søn Aug 18, 2019 7:44 pm | |
| Zyanya was not a weak minded person, but this new world still had a way of startling her. She had known almost nothing but moving from one place to another, trying to find what she lost so many years ago. She had found peace with Ellery, found something that resembled safety, but the town was still so strange. In her home land she would have been looked upon with respect, the daughter of a priest, a young priestess herself. Her family from a long line of spiritual leaders, helping guide those around them, but now she was nothing but a common girl. She watched as whom she pressumed to be Ellery came closer, trying to hide the part of her dress that had been torn by the men grabbing for her. He seemed beside himself, moving into action before she even had the time to explain herself. She went after him, standing slightly behind him and feeling like a coward. She could use her abilities, scare those men away, but where would she go then? The scaffold to be burned for witchery? The poor house? She didn’t dare thinking of that. It was a man’s world, no woman could be looked upon respect, especially not one of her stature. The men had followed Zyanya, standing a bit idle as they looked for her outside of the main house, wondering where she had went. Surely she didn’t live in such a nice place. One of the men spotted Nathaniel, moving backwards as they clearly didn’t come to fight. ”Ellery, please, it’s nothing,” Zyanya said in a calm voice, having gathered herself fairly nice already. It was clear from the looks of it, the men was not interested in Ellery, Nathaniel or their family, no what they wanted was far more primitive. They wanted the young woman standing by the tall gentleman’s side, their gazes clearly showing their hunger for her seemingly young and golden flesh. |
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| Emne: Sv: A tender soul [past + cw] Søn Aug 18, 2019 8:18 pm | |
| It had been mere seconds since she had entered the house, leaving the men panting like dogs in heat outside. As Nathaniel had gone through the front door, he had his eyes fixated on the men, clearly ready to protect anyone on his property. He heard Zyanya’s voice, as he pleaded with a calm voice that what was happened was ‘nothing’. Nothing didn’t rip a dress - nothing didn’t follow a lonesome girl home like panting dogs ready to fuck. In pure French, but with a older accent from another part of the country, he spoke with anger in his voice - yet still with such mandate that few dared to oppose him; ‘’You two have precisely fifteen seconds to removed yourself from my property before I make sure none of you will have hands to touch with and dicks to fuck with,’’. There was no doubt about the fact that he tolerated no such actions to be taken at his land, and especially not involving a girl under his protection. He had no problem using force, if it came to the men resisting. His threat wasn’t empty, as most were. ‘’Go back inside, miss,’’ he said. Where Ellery had no problem using her name on the regular, Nathaniel mostly kept the formalities up. The few times he used her name, was when he was in a hurry or in distress. This, however, was him being completely calm and collected, as he made sure she was safe. ‘’And please, fetch my musket,’’ he then asked her, thereby stating that he had the intend of shooting at least one of them if they didn’t leave immediately. Normally, he wouldn’t even have bothered to protect any servant of theirs. She had gone alone, despite of knowing it wasn’t safe. His brother had been foolish for allowing her to do so; he knew as well as Nathaniel did, that she was an exotic beauty, and that men were pigs. He would have to explain to his brother that she wasn’t allowed to go alone anymore, if she wasn’t able to protect herself. Zyanya wasn’t weak; he knew that. But she was a woman, and not a French lady. No man would respect her, purely because of the color of her skin, how terrible it might sound. At least Nathaniel didn’t care for the skin; as long as she didn’t drain his blood of pure hunger, he couldn’t care less of her skin, race and species. She was a person nonetheless.
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| Emne: Sv: A tender soul [past + cw] Søn Aug 18, 2019 9:08 pm | |
| It was clear by their eyes that the men knew they were trespassing, of course they would be blind not to know. The warning made one of the men scoff loudly, spitting in the general direction of Nathaniel, another guy snorted as if he was holding back a laughter. Zyanya knew men were not easily trusted, she had learned that the hard with the Spanish men that had been under Cortes. The way whom she thought to be Ellery spoke sounded so far from what she had gotten used to, but seeing as this situation was far from usual, she couldn’t put a finger on it. When he asked for his weapon she froze for a second, shaking her head. Zyanya was a peaceful creature, never having believed in those metal weapons that had been passed among the white men for centuries. ”I will not act as your slave,” she simply stated in a calm manner before walking in to the house. Retrieving such a weapon was not on her agenda, no all she wanted was to flee into the peaceful garden behind the house and through the french doors that led out to it. She moved swiftly, feeling her body shake a bit as she got out into the garden, decorated and sculpted to the wishes of the owner. It wasn’t nature to her, but it was safer than venturing into the forests near the alps. She sat down on a bench, looking at her torn dress with a sigh. It had been a rather nice gift from Ellery and she wore it mostly every day, showing off the beautiful threading that decorated the soft linnen. The men started moving away from the property, no intention of starting a fight over the colored woman, but it was clear from their eyes that their hunger was still there. |
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| Emne: Sv: A tender soul [past + cw] Søn Aug 18, 2019 10:06 pm | |
| Her response made Nathaniel growl in a low pitch, as he kept his eyes on the men. How little they must think of him, to have a colored girl live in the house and not even being a slave. Of course, that was the nature of the community, but still it left a bitter taste in his mouth. She left them, and the men soon decided to leave even though their hunger had not been satiated. He was tense from sheer frustration, as he entered the house again and moved directly to the kitchen; his clothes still undone. The cook - an elderly, short and rather plumb woman with a wrinkled face and small hands - looked at him with a slightly curious gaze. He grabbed a piece of bread and for a moment he just stood there, chewing on the bland paste the bread became in his mouth. ‘’What’s wrong, sir?’’ the cook asked, leaving Nathaniel out of words for a short while. He swallowed hard, before he looked at the elderly cook with a tired gleam in his eyes. ‘’I asked the girl to fetch my musket, and she talked back to me in front of her attackers…’’ he sighed, rubbing his neck. The short hair wasn’t really traditional for a man, but he had always hated the longer hair tickling his neck. ‘’She is a pacifist,’’ the cook answered, taking the bread from his hand with a quick and stubborn motion. ‘’And don’t eat before dinner!’’. He left the kitchen and moved towards the garden where he had been noticing her retreat whenever she needed it. He didn’t join her, but simply stood in the opening of the big French doors and looked at her. A part of him wanted to apologize to her, but he had done nothing wrong. That she didn’t believe in violence wouldn’t protect her if men decided that she wasn’t worthy of having to ask permission for. ‘’I would need Ellery to talk to her later,’’ he agreed with himself out loud, yet not loud enough for most to hear him. He shook his head slightly, as he then moved back inside and sat down in front of the fireplace that was burning intensely. The night here in the alps would be cold and unrelenting, so they rarely put out the fireplace unless they would be gone for days. He looked into the fire, like it was hypnotizing him; making him leave anything but the sight of dancing flames out of his mind.
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| Emne: Sv: A tender soul [past + cw] Man Aug 19, 2019 5:27 am | |
| Zyanya knew that this world was hung up on the rights of defending ones property, but first of all she didn’t believe in such selfrightiousness, and secondly, she wasn’t his property. She knew that Ellery had been understanding before, seen that she was not evil in nature, only seeking the peaceful way, so why had he demanded her getting his weapon? Exhaling she looked into the garden, feeling the slight chill that would befall more heavily when the night came. She missed the warmth of her home, missed the sound of the cicadas singing in the night, lulling her to sleep with their wings flapping together. She missed the sound of the water that had surrounded the city, always such a calming effect it had on her. Mostly she missed her family; she knew her cousin had made it out alive, but they had been seperated for a while now. However they were both strong women, but even strong women could be bent and broken in these societies. She looked up as she saw Ellery in the door, frowning as she looked away. Was he going to scold her for being ungrateful? Part of her knew she should have done what he had asked, but weapons like those were no fun matter to her. The first time she had heard a cannon, she and her town had believed it was the sky falling from the sky. And it might as well had been. Tenochtitlan stood no more, only legends of what it had been. Almost all of her people killed off of this living planet, and those who hadn’t been that lucky had been sent off to slavery. The white man always got what he wanted, as long as the colored people were easy to hold down. She knew it wouldn’t last forever, but standing in the middle of a time where people spoke of freeing slaves on the mainland, yet keeping slaves in their colonies was messing with her. As Ellery moved away she saw her time to move to her small room. She would have to see him at dinnertime, so she had to clean herself up a bit, as well as look if she could fix the dress.
Later that evening she walked into the diningroom, half expecting to get sent to her room with no further notice, but she looked at the table. Fine silverware, decorations adorned with gold, fruits laid in small piles; all of it showed excess to her. However she could not tell a man how to live, she could not demand that others followed her thoughts and the rules she had set in place for herself. Firstly, she didn’t eat meat, mostly because she felt the spirit from that animal would get angered, but also because she felt it clouded her mind. ”Good evening, sir,” she said in her weak french accent. They spoke french, but she was far from good at it yet, leading most people to just call her the savage she was. ”I want to apologize for earlier, however I will not do that; Instead I would ask that you never ask of me to fetch those metal weapons,” she said, not remembering what word he had used for the gun. She didn’t like the unnatural shape of guns, didn’t like the way they sounded when being used. Carefully she moved over to him, taking his hand in hers and looking into his colorful eyes. ”I am not sorry for denying violence when it can be avoided,” she said in a soft voice.
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| Emne: Sv: A tender soul [past + cw] Man Aug 19, 2019 11:39 am | |
| Had he asked her to fire the musket, then he would have understood her way of behaving. Since he was born and raised in a world where a man took what he wanted by any means, he couldn’t understand the fact that she wouldn’t condone violence as a mean of protection. Then again, it was her life, and he wasn’t the man to doubt how she did things. Next time he would have to be proactive and bring the musket in the first place - if there ever was a next time. As he had lost track of time, just sitting and watching the fire, he was mildly surprised when one of the servants announced that dinner was ready. Why Ellery insisted on having lavish dinners as this was beyond him. Neither Nathaniel nor Ellery needed human food. They were a cannibalistic species. They needed the flesh of others. However, to uphold a façade of being nothing more than a human, Ellery had decided on eating meat and vegetables. Nathaniel couldn’t refuse, as long as he shared table with Zyanya. She would know that something was wrong then. He tied his shirt back up, so that he didn’t show his bare chest anymore, and sat down at his usual spot by the end of the table. It was decked with piles of food - food that would be given away to the servants by the end of the evening, when Nathaniel or Ellery wouldn’t have eaten more than the simple bread or some pieces of meat. The servants knew about the agreement, of course. They were bound for life to the estate, making sure they couldn’t leave and spread the word about their former masters being other-worldly. ‘’Good evening, miss,’’ he answered her. His eyes fell upon her for a moment, listening to the so-called apology she presented. ‘’It is not my intention to ask anything of you again,’’ he said, quite calm - yet with some unresolved frustration in his voice. As she moved closer to him and placed her hand on his, he looked at the plate before him instead of looking at her. Being so close to her made him uncomfortable. He was vexed with her, and yet he felt nothing more intense than the feeling of pulling her down on his lap and letting their lips meet. He sighed of her words, moving his hand out of hers. ‘’I need you to understand one thing, miss,’’ he then said, looking directly at her with a stiff gaze. He wasn’t going to admit that he had been rash on the solution of threatening the men that had assaulted her. He had done the necessary. ‘’You live here, because my brother wishes so. You are no slave, because we don’t condone slavery. You dine at our table; you sleep in your own chambers like any other free woman in this country. I will not ask of you to be violent, or to participate in my actions when I protect anyone under my roof, but I will not have you disrespecting me like that again in front of those I try to protect you against.’’ He said. He wasn’t angry or cold; he was vexed with the fact that she had left him out there with words that meant that he had no mandate on the property. As he realized that he had mentioned his brother, he moved his gaze from her again to return it to the plate in front of him. ‘’My name is Nathaniel, by the way. My brother is away until tomorrow.’’ He announced, before he reached to a piece of bread without awaiting her to return to her seat. She could stand for all he cared.
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| Emne: Sv: A tender soul [past + cw] Man Aug 19, 2019 12:04 pm | |
| He was distant, so distant that she felt the earth almost shake beneath her. Of course it wasn’t, but her being so connected with the spiritual side of this world, she knew what he was. He didn’t have to say it, because it didn’t seem like he saw her as anything but human. Understandably so, seeing as she did not posses any animal form. She could feel the tension in him, rushing from his veins and filling the space between them, but she did not mind it. She listened to him, feeling like she should go and pack her things, see if there was somewhere else in the world where she might belong, but where would that be? Zyanya found herself looking down and towards the fireplace. ”As expected, you are not Ellery,” she said as he said his name was Nathaniel. She exhaled, feeling like she should’ve known, but the brothers were identical. ”Nat-han-iel?” she said, trying to pronounce it correctly, but she felt like she failed very badly. Exhaling once more she shook her head before returning to her seat. She had told Ellery nothing of where she had come from, nothing of her age or lineage, but she had never had a disagreement with the other brother before. Reaching out she took one of the imported fruits, smiling a bit as it was an orange. She missed the exotic fruit of her home country, but citrus was compelling, fresh and a bit sour sometimes. With calm hands she started unpeeling the thick layer of skin, looking at it as if she was studying it. ”I thought creatures of the sea preffered fish?” she said, finally looking up at him. She had never been one to judge others species, but she knew of the wild mermaids that had hunted the bays of some of the Aztec harbors. ”Tlanchana,” she spoke with her sweet Nahuatl voice, looking intently at Nathaniel. ”Entchantress ever so lonely and singing envious songs,” she spoke, smiling at him to let him know that she did not mind. ”My father spoke of your kind, stealing fish from our nets, some of you even walking among us, picking our crops and young women alike,” she said, looking down at the citrus fruit. ”But I knew Tlanchana only wanted offerings, and so we did provide her with them, ensuring us a big catch,” Zyanya explained, clearly letting on more than she should, but it was rare she got to speak of her old gods and goddesses. ”I see now that Tlanchana has made herself plentyful – children all over the world, just like any other being with a hunger for more,” she said.
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| Emne: Sv: A tender soul [past + cw] Man Aug 19, 2019 12:33 pm | |
| As she didn’t argue with him on the matter of him protecting her, he deemed it not to be necessary to explain further to her. Instead, he allowed himself to bite down into the piece of bread as she talked. ‘’I am indeed not my brother,’’ he agreed. They brothers couldn’t be more different for each other. Of course, they looked identical, and they reacted similar when in dire situations, but in their everyday life, they were different as night and day. ‘’Close,’’ he said, with a slight crooked smile, as she tried to pronounce his name. ‘’You can call me Nat, if that’s more comfortable for you,’’ he then said, before he took another bite of the bread. For a moment, there was a silence lingering between them; a silence broken by the words of the girl. Nathaniel looked at her, as her question deemed that she knew exactly what he was. The crooked smile appeared once more, as he with a warm and low chuckle shook his head. ‘’You’re thinking of mermaids,’’ he explained, quite calm. ‘’I am, however, no merman, dear Zyanya,’’ he said, as he decided not to be any more hostile to her as she was towards him. If she could accept him for being a brute, he wouldn’t hold it against her that she didn’t care for violence. ‘’Tlanchana,’’ he repeated, butchering the name with his French accent. ‘’I assume that’s one of your goddesses?’’ he guessed, as he poured himself a glass of water from the pitcher closest to him. ‘’I’m afraid I’m not that well-informed regarding your life before you arrived here,’’ he admitted. As she talked about offerings and the goddess spreading her children all over the world, he nodded slightly. ‘’There are indeed quite the few of my kind,’’ he admitted. Knowing that just in the circle his mother was declared leader of consisted of over a thousand sirens would be enough to prove that sirens wasn’t a minority in the waters. ‘’And, since you know what I am… What are you? I take it that you are no human yourself,’’ he said, before he took a sip of his newly-poured water, awaiting her answer.
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| Emne: Sv: A tender soul [past + cw] Man Aug 19, 2019 1:05 pm | |
| ”Mer-ma-id?” she said, not familiar with the word in the slightest. ”I speak of … How you say … La Sirena?” she said, trying her luck in spanish, as she didn’t know the french name. Maybe it was similiar, she hoped so, as her native tongue didn’t have anything in common with the french language. He spoke to her in a kind matter, making her wonder if her words had calmed him down, but she doubted it. ”Tlanchana is the spiritual mother of water,” she said, taking a bite of the orange, feeling the sweetness his her tongue instantly, making a faint smile appear on her lips. ”She comes in many forms, some believing her to be half woman, half water snake, but one thing is certain; she sings or cries for help to lure men to their dooms,” she said in a serious voice. She knew little of the legends surrounding the European continent. Placing the orange on her plate she looked at him, chuckling a bit at his question. ”My people would call me a Nagual, however I did not make a pact with the devil,” she said in a small chuckle, shaking her head. ”I have no form of my own, no animal I identify with; but I can create bonds with multible animals and gain access to their bodies,” she explained. The word for it, what was it again. ”Shape shifting, if I remember correctly,” Zyanya said, but she was always so unsure of this foreign tongue. Breathing out she looked at Nathaniel for a while, feeling herself needing to find out more about these mysterious brothers. ”While you were born to a life of fine wine and plenty of fruit, I was born to a life of servitude at the temple,” she said, getting up from her chair and moving over to the fire. ”My father, the high priest, named me priestess at a young age, bestowing the powers of a true priest,” she said, sitting down in front of the flames, moving some of her stray hair behind her ear. ”I can sense the other worlds, the thirteen heavens and the nine layers of the underworld,” she said, clearly referring to her own religion to explain it. Frowning as she knew that it was Christianity that seemed to have it’s hold over the world. ”I can summon spirits to guide me; and they led me here those two months ago,” she said, continuing to look into the flames. Reaching her hand towards the flames it was like a faint wind blew the flames around, but it was none of that sort. ”I have looked like this since my city was burned to ruins, the calm water surrounding it evaporating due to the loud cannons, striking the fear in our hearts and ending so many lives,” she said in a sad voice before she moved her hand back to her lap, folding her hands. She remembered Cortes so vividly, remembered how he tried to convince everyone that he was the living Quetzalcoatl. Anacoana and Zyanya had seen through that fast, but by then it was too late. Moctezuma had opened the gates and people were slaughtered in the streets. People tried to keep their ruler safe, but in the end even that failed. Her breath was trembling as she closed her eyes, shaking her head as she tried to stay here and not in the past that she always felt herself reliving. ”Today, people only speak of my history as if we were savages, deserving of the slaughter; a dead civilisation that will end up being forgotten by time,” she whispered, her eyes still closed. |
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| Emne: Sv: A tender soul [past + cw] Man Aug 19, 2019 1:21 pm | |
| He chuckled as she tried to pronounce mermaid as well. Fair enough, she wasn’t native to the French tongue; he couldn’t blame her for having a hard time with it. The same seemed to be the case for him; he couldn’t speak her mother-tongue very well either. ‘’I cannot speak of your gods and goddesses, as they are to foreign for me,’’ he admitted, taking another bite of his bread, as she spoke. ‘’But one thing I know; I don’t need to sing to lure people to their death. Sometimes the promise of something more valuable than life itself seems to be enough.’’ He said, quite calm. ‘’A Nagual?’’ he asked, as she chuckled, leaving a brief window of time before she spoke once again. ‘’Oh! You’re a shapeshifter?’’ he asked, quite interested. He himself had only the ability to turn into a siren; shapeshift was another thing entirely. However, it seemed that the conversation was about to go sour, as she mentioned him being born to a life of riches and abundance. He sighed slightly, looking at her with a furrowed brow. ‘’Zyanya, how little do you know of the men you share home with?’’ he asked and placed the bread on his plate. ‘’we weren’t born into this. Our mother was a siren and our father a mason. He carved stone and built houses. We were amongst the poorer population growing up,’’ he said, quite unphased by the fact. ‘’When our father died, our mother returned to her own lands, leaving us behind. Ever since then, Elly and I have been sticking together and working to keep this land as ours… The abundance of food you see here, it isn’t for us. It’s for you, and the servants.’’ He calmly said, before he smiled slightly to her. ‘’And to answer your question… I prefer human flesh over fish.’’. The conversation had turned sour; they were speaking about times long past that no one wanted to remember. Her fear of her history being forgotten made him shake his head slightly. ‘’I know of the genocide Cortes led on your lands… Humans can be both cruel and idiotic at the same time; destroying one of the greatest civilizations of all time, just to gain a power that holds no meaning to those who lost their home and families,’’ he sighed.
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| Emne: Sv: A tender soul [past + cw] Man Aug 19, 2019 1:35 pm | |
| ”I know nothing of those who have given me this roof over my head, I guess I am pressuming because to your brother this abundance seem natural,” she said, frowning as she looked down. She didn’t mean to disrespect, she only knew what she saw and what the spirits told her. Things happened for a reason, but maybe this was one of those times she had wished she would have tied a knot on her tongue. ”You know of it, you did not live it, that is the difference,” she said in a calm voice, but not blaming. She opened her eyes to look into the flames, feeling like she could see faces hiding in them. ”Humans are not cruel by nature, they are not idiotic by nature; they are misguided, they have lost their way,” she argued, clearly feeling great empathy for even those who had wronged her people. She looked up at him, still sitting on the carpet in front of the warm fire. ”I did not mean to ruin your day,” she said with a great amount of sorrow behind her dark eyes. She got to her feet, walking over to him, giving him a quick kiss on his cheek. ”I hope you will not avoid me; Your brother has shown me nothing but kindness, and I wish to see you again,” she said in a tender voice. Zyanya was not one to hold grudges, she was not one to blame anyone for their actions, even if she disagreed with it. She knew he had mentioned it being his brother returning tomorrow, and she knew it meant she wouldn’t see him for a while. How strange the brothers were, like they couldn’t handle staying in the same room? ”Cualli yohualli Ma xicochi,” she whispered in her sweet native tongue, looking at him with a smile on her full lips. ”It means; may you sleep – But maybe good night is more correct?” she said before leaving the room. Zyanya wanted to spend more time with Nathaniel, but she was not one to force him to spend time with her. She felt like she had insulted him, made his day sad and gloomy, while all she wished was to bring happiness. She moved towards the door, not knowing if he would stop her, but if he didn’t she would move to her room and prepare for the night. |
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| Emne: Sv: A tender soul [past + cw] Man Aug 19, 2019 7:46 pm | |
| ‘’Elly does enjoy the more lavish lifestyle, since he was the one working the hardest to get us here,’’ he said, quite softly. He didn’t care much for it himself. Being called ‘sir’ or ‘master’ felt like he owned slaves instead of servants. It felt wrong. ‘’I prefer to work when I’m here, just to avoid idle doings.’’. He looked at her, as he seemed to have offended the girl by trying to explain that he had heard of the genocide. ‘’I seem to have offended you… My apology.’’ He said, in a pleasant voice. He did not care for being vexed with her any longer than necessary. She had, after all, done nothing wrong. ‘’Some humans only have one way, Zyanya… And that path leads to pain, destruction and death. There’s no excuse there. Cortes sought fame and power and destroyed one of the greatest civilizations ever. To me, that is idiotic and unforgiveable.’’ He exclaimed. ‘’Your empathy is better off on those that deserves it; not white men seeking glory in horrible doings,’’. As she got up, his eyes followed her. Was she ready to retreat to her chambers so soon? Possibly. He must have offended her or made her uncomfortable. The sorrow in her eyes, as she spoke made him turn his head slightly to the side, like a dog that didn’t understand their owner’s feelings. Then, she approached him and placed a quick kiss on his cheek before she spoke again. This time in a tender voice, almost luring him in like his songs did humans. He looked her in the eyes, briefly. ‘’I can’t promise you anything, Zyanya. After all, I’m only here sporadically.’’ He said, slightly apologetic. That was the whole truth, right there. He couldn’t promise anyone anything; he had a limited time in the body at all times… He couldn’t expect to see her again; he could only ask his brother to allow it - and it seemed that for the time being; Ellery was pretty content on having Zyanya to himself. ‘’I’ve never used the phrase ‘good night’. It means other nights will be bad.’’ He said, with a crooked smile. ‘’I prefer to wish sweet dreams and a safe sleep upon those I care for instead,’’ he then said as he got up. Her mother-tongue was intricate; he didn’t understand a single word of it. He wished that he did; but the truth was that he spoke only French, English and German. He was a classical European man at the point; he had not learned foreign languages as well as she had. As she left the room, it was almost as she hesitated. He didn’t have the gall to stop her or plead for her to stay with him a little while longer; she had expressed the desire for returning to her chambers and he wasn’t the one to ask her to change her mind.
The hours went by like had it been days to him. He had returned to his chambers, after helping the servants delegate chores for the next day, as well as making sure they had all eaten and felt alright before the tucked in as well. He was sitting in his pants and the same shirt as he had worn all day. Once again, the shirt was open in the front, now all the way; exposing his chiseled torso with the scars and sparse body hair. He had tried to go to sleep, but the moon kept him away. He wanted to go for a swim, but the lakes near the alps wasn’t safe to swim in at night. Sirens were top predators, but not native to lakes. Animals didn’t understand the risk of intruding, and his instincts rarely kept him from attacking. Instead, he grabbed the candlestick on the bedside table and left the room. He moved slowly, as to not disturb anyone’s slumber, until he reached Zyanya’s chambers. He knocked on the door; quietly. If she wasn’t awake, he didn’t want to disturb her sleep. ‘’Miss Zyanya…?’’ he asked out loud, in a quiet and soft voice. Perhaps she would join him for a walk in the chilled night-air?
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| Emne: Sv: A tender soul [past + cw] Man Aug 19, 2019 8:26 pm | |
| How come he spoke of empathy like this? Had he been denied it? She exhaled looking at him as he said he couldn’t promise her that they would see each other again, finding it strange. She enjoyed Ellery’s company, he had been a great teacher in her learning to speak French more fluently. He had taken her in when all she had was rags and nothing to offer in return. But she knew nothing of Nathaniel, wanting to make things right as they had clearly gotten off on the wrong foot. She smiled at him as he spoke of not wishing for one good night, nodding as she left for her chambers. It was a strange feeling rummaging inside her body, filling her with such wonder and almost a scared feeling. There was something off about the brothers and the way they operated in this house, however she didn’t know if she wanted to hear the truth. She removed the dress, sighing as she looked at the torn part she had tried to sew back together, however the fabric was not forgiving for her bad hand stitching. She placed the dress over one of the chairs in her room, sitting down on the bed in her chemise looking at her hands in the dim light of the single candle lit. On nights like these she longed for simpler times, times where she didn’t need to wear dresses like these, where she could enjoy the sun on her skin without the need to feel judged. She laid back on the soft bed, looking up to the ceiling with a blank stare. It felt like she had just closed her eyes for a second when she heard the knock on her door. At first she believed it was something she had dreamt, but the voice was so clear, even through the door. Moving to her bare feet, she moved over the hardwood floor and to the door. Opening it and peaking out she saw him lit up by the pale light. Her lips seperated as she felt herself mesmerised by those eyes. Her chemise did little to hide the way her body was shaped, her hair hanging loose and flat against her back. ”Yes?” she asked in a whisper, feeling her heart beat at the mere thought of knowing what he might ask of her. She opened the door a bit more, looking at the bare chest she could spot in his open shirt. Of course she had been alone with men before, but never like this in the dark. ”Is everything alright? You seem flustered?” she said, not knowing if she used her words correctly. Had she been the one for his distress, the way she had acted perhaps? She felt guilt in her, moving around and making her look down, a stray lock of hair following and landing by her cheek. |
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| Emne: Sv: A tender soul [past + cw] Man Aug 19, 2019 9:15 pm | |
| Under any other circumstances, he wouldn’t have sought her out. He would have stayed in his chambers, waiting for sleep to catch him. But sleep avoided him, as he tried to flee the conversation, they had shared at the dinner table. He was forced to relive it time and time again, as he tried to sleep. That was why he had sought her out; he flees those thoughts. She seemed to have that effect on him; making him forget the things he didn’t wish to remember. He heard her rummage in the room, before the door was opened ever so slightly. In the pale light, he could see her chemise falling beautifully over her curves; curves fit for a woman and not a girl. He wasn’t even sure of her age; nor did he care. She was old enough to deny violence and to kiss him on the cheek without anyone telling her to - then she was old enough to be considered a woman. He could almost sense her heart beating, and for a moment, they just stood there and looked at each other. Her lips parted, as she acknowledged that she was awake indeed, and he smiled ever so slightly. She opened the door a bit more, and there they stood; none of the properly dressed, and both of them with hearts beating loud enough for him to hear them. ‘’I couldn’t sleep,’’ he admitted, as she asked what the matter was. ‘’I feared I might have offended you at dinner, and I wanted to apologize,’’ he then said, lifting up the candlestick ever so slightly, so that their faces were lit up. He briefly felt mesmerized by her beautiful skin; the freckles and the shape of her lips. Her brown eyes and the long dark hair… He should return to his chambers and leave her be; he shouldn’t be standing there, wanting for her to be even less dressed than she already was. |
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| Emne: Sv: A tender soul [past + cw] Man Aug 19, 2019 9:48 pm | |
| ”Offended me?” she breathed out, not sure she had heard right in the first place. It was like the darkness put a veil over what could happen, the single light of the candle lighting up his face in a way that she saw him more clearly. His eyes, so many colors shining back at her. She realised she might’ve been staring and looked down, but felt her chest heaving a bit for air. ”I thought you established I gave my empathy to white men,” she said with a faint smile, before she looked back at him. Swallowing she moved a bit away from the door, and without a word inviting him to come inside her room. She knew inviting a man in like this could symbolise something else than intended, but she really couldn’t care. If he moved in she would close the door behind him, looking at him. ”Nath-an-iel,” she said, trying again to speak his full name, but her pronounciation was off, breathing out as she didn’t want to use the short version of his name. He didn’t shorten hers, she would not shorten his. ”What does that name mean?” she asked, thinking that maybe knowing the meaning would help her. Maybe there was more meaning to the names that people in this part of the world were given as well. Zyanya moved over to the window, opening it up to let in the chilling evening air that made the hairs on her arms stand up. However the chilling night seemed warmer than usual as she looked out on the pale moon, the stars above shining down and lighting up the farmland surrounding the house. She turned around, leaning her lower back against the windowsill, Her eyes moved slowly, trailing their way to look at the beautiful siren once more. ”It is funny,” she said after a while of silence, looking at him with a faint smile on her lips, giggling a bit into her hand. ”The men of this time go crazy for my skin, yet back in my homeland I could walk mostly naked and nobody would say anything,” she said, giggling a bit as she felt stupid. She felt stupid because she had learned to hide away her body, learned that she couldn’t show off what the gods had given her. ”But either I am seen as a common whore, or a slave – so I guess either way I lose,” she said, smiling sadly as she looked down at her hands. She was far from as dark as the slaves coming from Africa, but it was dark enough to get noticed. |
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| Emne: Sv: A tender soul [past + cw] Man Aug 19, 2019 10:15 pm | |
| It was clear to him that he had offended her - even if she wouldn’t admit it. The comment, though said in a faint smile, showed him that. ‘’I simply meant that not all men deserve empathy. I’m not even sure if I do,’’. She invited him in without words. It made him confused at first; a man should not enter a woman’s chambers at night, and certainly not when they were alone. It wouldn’t be wise to accept her nonverbal invitation, and yet he did without hesitation. He watched, as she closed the door behind them, before he turned his eyes to meet hers. She gave his name another go, only for him to chuckle slightly as she seemed to miss some points of the pronunciation. Her question seemed valid enough, even though he hadn’t thought of the meaning behind his name for a long time. ‘’It means ‘Gift of God’,’’ he said, without much feeling put behind the words. He cared not for the god his father had believed in; a god that punished love, compassion and empathy if it wasn’t shown to that god himself deemed worthy. The church had too much power, and the power had simply grown over the years. As she moved to open the window, he pointed his eyes to the floor, as to not stare at the beautiful woman in front of him. ‘’What does Zyanya mean?’’ he then asked with a faint smile. Since his meant Gift of God, maybe hers meant something equally religious. He had no clue, as he didn’t speak a single word of her mother-tongue. The conversation once more turned gloomy, as she with a childish yet mesmerizing giggle stated that she could only be seen as a whore or a slave. ‘’Well, don’t you find it odd to look at me with little more than pants and a shirt? People here have grown up with those norms; hiding their skin and only showing it to those dear to them - or to those with enough money or power to earn it.’’ He said, as his eyes fell upon the moon outside. It itched in him to return to the waters, but it would have to wait. He had a couple of hours before he would feel parched. ‘’And in this house, you are neither. You are living here, on the same terms as Elly and I.’’ he said, with a crooked smile. ‘’With that said, I think it might be best if you don’t venture into the city alone… I’m not sure I could let someone touch you against your will and then keep their hands afterwards,’’ he admitted. He didn’t want to scare her or make her feel like he was the boss of her; she had stated the obvious - that he wasn’t able of giving her orders. Maybe that was why he found her so intriguing… ‘’Perhaps I should return to my chambers,’’ he then said, looking at her with a crooked smile. ‘’I wouldn’t want to intrude on your personal space any longer than necessary,’’.
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| Emne: Sv: A tender soul [past + cw] Man Aug 19, 2019 10:39 pm | |
| ”Are you one of those men who do not deserve it then?” she asked carefully, not meaning to anger him, but rather understand him. She was happy to see him enter her room, knowing that it couldn’t be looked upon as her trying to make a move on him, yet she really just wanted to get to know him. ”Gift of god – what god?” she asked, not sure if it was linked to something religious, or if it perhaps was just an old phrase from a language long gone. He of course returned the question, making her smile. ”I think the best translation would be eternal, or perhaps forever, but I am not sure,” she said smiling softly at him. She walked closer to him as he asked his next question, reaching up to touch where his chest was bare, letting her fingertip barely grace the sparce hair. ”I would see men every day wearing less than this, showing their muscles, their strength and virtility,” she smiled, looking up at him as he mentioned what she was or wasn’t in this house. She shook her head, not agreeing with his words. She could never be on the same terms as the brothers, not even if she married some one well off in society. The color of her skin was a constant mark, but it did not make her sad. Rather, it made her feel empowered. He spoke of returning to his chambers and she sighed, removing her hand from his chest, but she was still standing close. Turning her head to the side as if someone behind her were speaking to her, she frowned for a second before turning her face back to look at him. ”I think that it would be the safest option for you,” she said, a hint of a glimmer behind her dark eyes. Moving away from him again she walked to her bed, sitting down on it and moving further up, resting her back against the head board. Her eyes looked to him once more. ”Tell me; Will I see you again?” she asked bluntly, but maybe it was because she was scared that he was a fleeting moment. That he was nothing but her imagination, nothing that she could make a claim to, nor hope to reinvision again. ”Or will your brother keep you away, now that rumors are bound to happen?” she chuckled, adjusting her chemise a bit so it didn’t stick so tightly to her body. |
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| Emne: Sv: A tender soul [past + cw] Man Aug 19, 2019 10:57 pm | |
| ‘’To be honest, my dear; I’m not sure.’’ He said, with a crooked smile. He had been told that he was the dangerous one; the one with no remorse or feelings caught in the net whenever he wanted something done, and yet… He stood there, speaking of the meaning of a name he didn’t care much for. ‘’The only god the priests in this country accepts; the Christian omnipotent man with a white beard, sitting in the heavens and judging all - either allowing them to enter his paradise or to burn in eternal flames.’’ He explained. Perhaps she could sense the resentment he felt towards the idea of such a god - no matter what, he cared not for the church and its god. ‘’Then your name would be very fitting indeed,’’ he then said. ‘’You’ve made an eternal impression with your stubbornness,’’ he chuckled, winking at her. His chuckle died out, as she moved closer and touched his chest. For a moment, he felt how breathing became difficult; like lightning struck in his chest where her finger rested. He wanted to say something witty, but he had to admit to himself that all those sentences he could thing of led to him sounding either horny or too narcissistic. Instead, he exhaled, shivering slightly. ‘’Safe? Is that your opinion, or the spirits you seem to converse with?’’ he asked, with a raised eyebrow, as she moved away from him and returned to her bed. ‘’We live in the same house… It would be hard to not see each other again. If you need me, leave a note for me in the stables. I’ll try to return as swiftly as possible,’’ he then said to her, with a slightly crooked smile, even though he felt no urge to leave her alone in her room. No, he felt an urge to undress her; to watch her toasted skin writhe on her flesh as she would slither beneath him. The though alone made him slightly dizzy. He shouldn’t be thinking those thoughts; not of someone as innocent and pure as this girl in front of him. ‘’My brother can’t keep me away if you wish me here. But that is something I’ll explain another time,’’ he said, as he nodded to himself. He turned to the door, grasping the handle with his rather large and coarse hands, before he turned his head to look at her once more.
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| Emne: Sv: A tender soul [past + cw] Tirs Aug 20, 2019 8:45 am | |
| ”Why can it not be a bit of both?” she said in regards to the safety they spoke of. Of course she could be influenced by spirits, but they did not rule her life. She looked at him as she had crawled on the bed, hearing him speak of how to contact him, nodding as she understood what he said. She smiled at his words about not being able to be kept away if she wished him there. She did wish him here, she would actually find it amusing to see the two brothers in the same room just to see if there was any physical difference. Her eyes watched as he moved towards the door, the last look he gave her made her stomach spin with something unearthly. Or maybe it was just a feeling of butterflies in an open field. ”Sweet dreams,” she said in a sweet voice, trying her best to sound as refined as he did when speaking french. There was no doubt that she was getting better, but the sounds were so different from what her tongue was used to form. She crawled under the heavy duvet, placing her head on the pillow as she watched him. For a second she hoped he would crawl under the covers with her, press her close and just hold her as she fell asleep, but what a stupid thought that was. Firstly because he was of much greater stature than she was in this country and secondly, it would not be fair to act on emotions and lust like that. She sighed, turning over to her side as she burried her face in the pillow, breathing in the scent of the linnen before slowly drifting off to sleep. Her dream world was always so different from night to night, but this night a certain siren moved around in her imagination.
The morning came, and with it she felt the warm rays of the sun sneak through her still open window, filling the room with a nice heat. It was like it took the cold of the night and erased it in a swift move. Zyanya turned over in the bed, knowing she would have to appear in the diningroom for breakfast in some time, however she didn’t find herself hungry. Well, she was hungry, but it was not for food. It was like her soul felt parched, like she had gone days or weeks without drinking from the water that would replenish her souls vigilance. She moved up to sit on the side of the bed, letting her feet dangle over the edge, barely touching the hardwood floor under the bed. Would she meet Ellery or Nathaniel for breakfast, she wondered. Zyanya decided not to worry more, getting dressed after having splashed some water in her face, brushing out her hair before putting it up and away from her face. She looked at the dress from yesterday but shook her head; she would need to ask for help by one of the seamstresses at the house. Moving over to her chest of items she looked at the different dresses, frowning as some of them were very elaborate. She liked simple things, dresses she could breathe and move in with ease. She picked a light pale white linnen dress, much similar to the one from the day before, but this was much simpler. Then she moved downstairs, stepping carefully down the steps and in to the diningroom. ”Good morning,” she said with an almost weak voice. She could feel that the cold air from the night might have affected her throat a bit, but it would be fine once she had spoken a bit more. She looked at the table, finding it amazing that everyday there seemed to be something new and different lined up.
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| Emne: Sv: A tender soul [past + cw] Ons Aug 21, 2019 5:17 pm | |
| Her words, as she spoke, made him doubt his own rationality. Did he in reality not know anything for certain, where she knew everything and even more? ‘’You’re right,’’ he admitted, with a slight smile. As he faced the door, with his hand on the handle, he stood there for a moment, before he whispered in a soft voice; ”Cualli yohualli Ma xicochi,”. After that, he disappeared out the door, closing it behind him, only to move further away from his chambers, and out to the stables. After such an encounter, he had no choice but to either go tend to Belle, or to return to his chambers to fondle himself for hours, thinking of her touch and her lips. He had refrain from catching anything but respect for the girl - she wasn’t there to be his personal enjoyment; after all, he had just earlier that day fended off two other men wanting the same thing. He felt embarrassed just thinking about her in such a way.
As the sun decided to join him in the stables, he realized that he had been out all night. Ellery would be dying to get out once again, but he wasn’t ready to give up on the body just yet. He couldn’t deliver the body starving for food, sweaty and dirty. That would be like returning a borrowed horse near death to the man that lend it out. It was disrespectful. He decided to follow with one of the younger female servants as she returned from her early-hour chores of milking cows and feeding chickens. He followed her inside through the servant’s entrance and washed off with a rag before he found way to the dining room. The servants hadn’t even had time to place the food on the table before he had sat down; making the servants rush. He smiled to himself, assuring them that no rush was needed, as he had just not been asleep and therefor had joined them earlier than expected. About half an hour later, the table was set, and he had enjoyed a cup of coffee with his cook, before Zyanya joined him in the dining room. ‘’Good morning,’’ he greeted her, but as he seemed to sense notes of a cold peaking through her voice, he raised a brow. ‘’The night air can be tough on the throat,’’ he assured her, before he finally took an orange from one of the piles with fruit and started peeling it, just as he had seen her do the evening before. ‘’I do hope that you didn’t encounter trouble falling back asleep?’’ he asked, quite calm and with a warm tone, assuring her that it was indeed Nathaniel and not Ellery sitting there.
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| Emne: Sv: A tender soul [past + cw] Fre Aug 23, 2019 11:15 am | |
| When she saw him she felt her heart sink for a bit. It wasn’t like there had been anything happening in her room last night, but in some way she felt more connected to the man sitting at the table. She knew right away that it was Nathaniel sitting there, his movements so different and she could see that now. She looked down as he said the night air could be rough on her throat, and of course she had known, but going to bed she had felt the heat in her stomach, felt her body ache for something she knew she couldn’t give it. Sitting down at the table she felt a rush to her cheeks as he asked of her falling asleep. ”I had amazing dreams,” she just stated, reaching out for a cup of porridge and spooning a mouthful in between her lips. The cook was still there, and she didn’t really mind, but she knew how things worked in a house like this. Gossip was everywhere, and the way she acted might show that something had happened between the siren and her. ”I was thinking of going in to the forest today,” she stated, looking up at his colorful eyes. ”If you were to join, I would be very happy – However you seem exhausted, so I will not burden you with it,” she said, noticing the dark cicles forming under his tired eyes. Hadn’t he slept? He had said he wouldn’t be here today, said that Ellery would be returning, yet where was he? Breathing out she took another mouthful of the porridge. ”I could ask one of your men, if you do not mind it,” she said, but in reality she really just wanted to spend some time with Nathaniel. She could feel his soul, feel how gentle it could be underneath the layer of anger and coldness. |
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| Emne: Sv: A tender soul [past + cw] Fre Aug 23, 2019 12:41 pm | |
| His short yet sharp nail dug into the thick rind of the orange, sending out oils from the rind; making the room smell fresh and summery. He had grown to enjoy the scent and taste of oranges since she had joined them in the house. As she stated that she had dreamt amazing dreams, he smiled a warm smile to her. ‘’I suppose I’m not allowed to ask what made them amazing?’’. His voice had a cheeky element to it, stating that he had an idea - maybe he was just being too cocky, and she had dreamt of her home and loved ones. He had a tendency to think too highly of himself in regards to others.
As she exclaimed that she wanted to wander the forest, he looked back at his orange while he released a wedge and placed it between his lips. As he bit into it, juice gushed out from it and down his chin. He chuckled slightly, and looked back at her. ‘’I’ll join you, if that is what you’d prefer,’’ he said, before he finished off the wedge that had made a mess on his chin. He wiped the chin off with a cloth-napkin, before he turned to face her and smiled once more. He had not been sleeping - but his mind had wandered. He was tired, but not at the point where he couldn’t join her in the daily activities. He would just have to explain Ellery when he returned.
‘’To be completely honest with you, I don’t trust my men to keep you safe. I’ve not spoken much to them, and some of them have been known to buy women’s company before. I’m not inclined to fire them for such a deed; it’s better to pay than to force yourself upon someone unwanted. But I wouldn’t be content with them guarding you after what happened last night.’’ He said. He had never met the men, to be honest. He had seen them; heard them. But it was Ellery that decided who to hire, and therefore Nathaniel just had to accept that Ellery wanted rough and brute men with little sense of the female mind or anatomy.
‘’I could ask our stablemaster to escort you, if you prefer someone else than me, however,’’ he said. He trusted the stablemaster; a young man with many years of experience in horses and cattle. He had done a good job, and he had not even once failed to do as asked by Nathaniel. The stablemaster, however, had the same tendency as Nathaniel had been known for; he enjoyed men more than women. Where Nathaniel didn’t mind the feeling of a woman; the stablemaster couldn’t even get aroused by one. He needed men. That was the reason why Nathaniel had insisted on hiring him; he wouldn’t have been able to find a solid occupation with the reputation.
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| Emne: Sv: A tender soul [past + cw] Lør Aug 24, 2019 2:46 pm | |
| ”I am beneath your roof, asking me such things would not make me angry,” she said with a smile on her lips. He might think that her dreams had been filled with lust, but it was more calm than so. She took another mouthful of the porridge, emptying the bowl as she looked at the fruits, considering what to pick. Even though he said he would join her, she still felt a little bad for asking it of him. He went on, speaking of his men, making her frown as she picked up an small handful of mirabelles. Zyanya had seen the stablemaster a few times, a young man with rather handsome features. However she knew little of his beliefs, and even less if she herself could trust him. Surely, she knew that she couldn’t count on the trust of either Ellery nor Nathaniel, but she had a feeling that they would not judge her for collecting herbs. ”I think you would be to prefer,” she said with a smile, eating one of the mirabelles and popping out the small stone in the middle to place it on a napkin. It was a strange feeling she felt in her stomach as she looked at him, a wonderous feeling that made her feel a bit giddy. Adventurous almost, as she had felt as a young child. But she was no longer that child, she was a grown woman, her age already older than her appearance. ”Unless it would keep you from your other duties,” she said, tilting her head as she looked at him. It was wrong to keep him to herself like this, he probably already had a woman he was courting. Why else would he not be here at the house with his brother? She had finished her small amount of mirabelles, getting up from her seat and sent Nathaniel a smile. ”I’ll excuse myself for now,” she said, giving him a glance more before leaving the room, heading up to her bedroom. The burning sensation was back, spreading from her stomach and making her blush as she hurried up more. What she really needed was a bath, so she set up for it, asking some of the servants to help her make one ready.
The tub was nice and the water warm, surrounding her body and heating it up. For a brief minute she closed her eyes, letting her hand wander from her chest and down her stomach. She couldn’t get those colorful eyes out of her head, couldn’t forget the way he had looked at her in the dimly lit room. It was wrong of her to think of him, the guilt was building in her, but she didn’t know what to do. Opening her eyes she moved her hands to firmly grip the side of the tub. Letting herself indulge in that was not right. Not in the least alright, when it wasn’t even her own place. After the bath she got dressed, setting her damp hair in a simple braid and wrapping it in a descrete bun. Then she grabbed one of the baskets from the kitchen, moving to the entrance. Outside the sun was hot, but it was milder than the previous days. She stood in the courtyard under one of the trees, enjoying the shade as she waited for Nathaniel.
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