Post by BeeBR00741 on Jun 27, 2009 21:12:32 GMT -5
"He pretty much covered it, I guess." Ocean took in all the information Cervantes just let off his chest. 'Suppose that's why the guards were being rough with him.' She thought to herself sadly. She returned a smile back to her face,"I, for one don't have much to tell, you both know I worked for Tommy, that's pretty much where my life started." She sighed at the truth, the rest of her life was just a lie. She was only a woman for Pete's sake, she couldn't handle the rough life, she couldn't fight for anything, her father was getting her hopes up, only to have them crash down.
Ocean looked to Calvmic and wondered if he would share some of his side. Both men seemed so reserved, it bothered her to think she might be too obnoxious. She realized she forgot some warmer clothing, and the win was picking up, she shivered. Ocean grabbed another shirt from her bag, and eagerly put it on. "The sky seems clear tonight, hopefully the weather will be nice tomorrow." She quickly ran a hand through her hair nervously, realizing this was the longest time she'd been with two men, that weren't older than her father.
(I realize how odd the end sounds, though that may just be me xD )
"Well now, that's quite the situation..." Different ways to interpret what had been said, too. With that same pleasant smile, he said, "Hope I haven't gotten myself into too much of a mess"
He ate a bit more of his meal and was looking at the food rather than the girl when he said, "I've heard that there are hot springs along the way somewhere, but... under the circumstances, it might be better to wait until we reach town. It would be unsafe to leave you alone, but I don't think either Cervantes or myself are the sort of company you would want around for a bath."
Looking up now, he nodded toward her - or more specifically, her boot. "I think I saw our large friend give you a blade. Do you actually know how to use it, miss Ocean?"
Post by The Mammoth on Jul 4, 2009 20:25:31 GMT -5
Cervantes grinned, a small approving laughlike grunt escaping his mouth as Calvmic mentioned them being the incorrect company for her bath. He laid down and rolled over, looking up at the stars. He mouthed a few words to himself, before he finally looked over to the group.
"We best get some rest. It'll be a long journey tomorrow." He said. It wasn't given with any sort of force. He didn't mind if Calvmic and Ocean wanted to talk, it had been a while since he had heard any polite conversation. While he was not comfortable with it, he welcomed it as a change of pace from the usual threats, bribes, and fighting he usually dealt with.
So, Cervantes stared at the sky, as he did most nights. He always enjoyed astronomy, and especially the lore behind the constellations. He named them often when he slept under the stars so he could remember them all. It was something of a ritual for him. Few saw Cervantes calm like this, and even fewer saw him in such a non-threatening manner. He wondered if that would lead to more problems, like Calvmic and Ocean aiming to collect his head for the reward. He estimated that that was not the case, but was always prepared to become the Cervantes that was well known across the world...
"All that is necessary for evil to succeed is that good men do nothing." -Edmund Burke
That night, Blanche lay on her back in bed, unable to sleep. Thoughts of her conversation with her father earlier that day were rolling through her head. She knew that eventually, she would have to marry, no matter how badly she didn't want to. It was only a matter of time until her dad chose a boy and force her to marry him.
With a sigh, she rolled over, thinking I'll worry about it later and started drifting off to sleep. But before she fell asleep, she heard a familiar voice outside her window talking in a hushed tone.
Curious, she snuck over to her window and peered outside. Her bedroom was on the second floor, so she dared to lean out of the window just enough to see that her dad was talking to the baker who lived just down the street.
"They are the right age," her father was saying, "And I'm sure they'd learn to get along with each other."
The baker laughed, "I've been putting this off for far too long. Every time I even bring up the idea of marriage, he clams up and refuses to have anything to do with it. Let's get them together tomorrow and break the news to them."
As the baker and the blacksmith laughed heartily, Blanche felt her heart drop into her stomach. She had no idea her father would go this far, this soon. Below her, the two men were laughing about how the sooner the marriage, the sooner the children. The whole idea of it made Blanche sick.
Confused and upset, Blanche settled back into her bed, but she didn't sleep at all that night.
((Thought I would try to resurrect this thread. ))