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| Deleted User | Sep 12 2010, 04:27 AM Post #1 |
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"There's water here. It's a lake." -Abi -- Rowland was nervous, in a way that he had never experienced before. He wasn't sure whether or not he liked the feeling but he did acknowledge that it was quite uncomfortable just sitting there on a medium sized boulder, waiting for Lady Rebecca to show up. This was the only time he could manage to get away, and it was the only place he thought of that would be secluded enough for them to meet without getting caught. The lake was a ways away from the actual manor, but it was still on their land- of course, their land holdings were gargantuan. Yet, it was isolated enough for no one to stumble to it unless they were specifically looking for the lake. Still a bit of a risk, but not as big as just walking around the manor or the gardens. Rowland, however, still wasn't fond of the actual waiting part of this. Already tapping his fingers against the rock, he had to resort to actually standing up. He kicked around a couple of pebbles on the ground before actually reaching down and sorting through a couple of rocks until he found a couple of decent sized and shaped rocks. He picked them up and stood up right as began trying to skip them over the water. He was still nervous. NPC-- Rowland Stone ![]() [Abi!] |
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| Rebecca Cowen | Sep 17 2010, 03:33 PM Post #2 |
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Brandin knew. He had to. He either knew she had been attempting to get away--to sneak off to meet Rowland--for days now, or he had remarkably lucky timing with a lecture about interrupting the past. He seemed to give her reminders and block her way every single time she went to find Rowland, so that they had not been alone since the ball, though that was days behind them now. More than once she had muttered beneath her breath that it wasn't Brandin with the curse of foresight, but her self. A small voice in the back of her mind, reminded her hesitantly that she could never have seen this coming. It wasn't as though Rebecca was unaware of the problems her friendship posed with Rowland. She was aggravated because Brandin was not lecturing Anastasia the same way--was in fact, encouraging her burgeoning flirtation with the Lord of the house. That was necessary according to Brandin--"necessary" for the sake of "retrieving the Aetas artifact." "Necessary." She muttered under her breath as she hiked up skirts and climbed through the back of a window in the library. "Necessary because of course, you won't yell at her..." Landing on the grass in heels was difficult. She sank with her thump and looked at the bottom of her skirts in surprise. They were already splattered at the tips with dew and dirt, and her nose wrinkled. She'd have to clean that later. Lifting her skirts once more and wishing for flatter shoes, she slipped towards the woods and down the trail according to Rowland's whispered directions at the evening meal. Under pretense of offering her wine, he had murmured the way to go. Luckily, for both of their sakes, it had appeared to be "straight" once you got on a particular trail behind the gardens. It would have been bad, very bad, if she'd gotten lost. Rebecca was nervous. Anxious. What was the difference? Anxious meant dread; the darkened woods and sounds of night gave her that without pause. The butterflies floating in her stomach however... "Oh!" She suddenly gasped as the trail turned and opened up. Navy waters broke on a small and sandy shore. Boulders with a single figure atop them littered the side of the lake while trees dotted the edges around it. Her skirts dropped from her hands as a palm covered her lips; there was a three-quarter moon overhead and stars peppering the heavens. Shiny, wavering blue light cascaded down to flicker in the waves, fell to light up the inhabitant skipping rocks. Her lips turned up in a smile as she took a deeper, steadying breath and she called , "Rowland." Her eyes were wide, her awe clear. "This is...beautiful..." She gestured hopelessly at the expanse around them, all worries and anxiety forgotten. |
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| Deleted User | Oct 5 2010, 08:10 AM Post #3 |
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NPC-- Rowland Stone![]() [Abi!] Rowland was never particularly very apt at noticing his surroundings. He was loud by nature, he was annoying , he was clumsy, and he was abrasive. All adjectives were provided by his charming, sensitive and thoughtful master. Sarcasm was of course expectantly dripping with from every word as they tended to be when he referred to Lord Damocles in most positive connotations. Nevertheless, the subtle and caring (sarcastic once again) man had a point, he was rather unaware of his surroundings and this was no different this time. Rowland had no idea how long he had been pointlessly skipping rocks against the lake's surface, for he had failed to notice Lady Rebecca's presence until she called out to him. Rowland was mid-skip as he turned to look at Rebecca, smiling immediately as his whole disposition brightened. "Lady Rebecca," he greeted, dropping the small rocks back to the ground, he walked closer to her. He saw how she looked at everything in wonder and in turn had to look around and inspect everything from a different perspective as well. Rowland himself had been accustomed to it already, but he could see how someone new to the area, unfamiliar with the landscape and the surroundings, would have thought it to be quite enchanting. "It is," he agreed, his gaze falling on to her once more. He adverted his eyes after a small moment, a small blush creeping up from his neck to his cheeks. Maybe it would have been wishful thinking to hope that the fact that it was night would keep him from revealing the state of the extent of his embarrassment. Sometimes, he really did regret being so expressive. Expressive, that was another adjective apparently meant to be given a negative denotation to how he was. "I trust you found your way easily?" he asked. He certainly didn't want to be embarrassed further by having her led astray with his directions, but it was best to ask than to be reprimanded for it. Lady Rebecca didn't seem the type to do so but still, they had just barely met. |
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| Rebecca Cowen | Oct 5 2010, 08:49 AM Post #4 |
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Rowland averted his eyes almost the moment she laid her own back on him and she blinked. Was it her imagination, or was a blush beginning to creep up his cheeks? With a tiny smile firmly in place, she took another few steps towards him. Her hands bunched and un-bunched her skirt hesitantly standing there. Her ear had twitched as he called her once again--'Lady Rebecca'. It was strange. The name was a constant reminder to stay in character, yet at that moment she begrudged every inch of that propriety. She didn't want to have to play a character. She was content with being exactly who she was. Still she smiled, and nodded at him. A plan was forming in her mind. If she had to be another person in name, she still could be herself in her heart. Unless he somehow asked for her exact birth date, she did not have to lie. She could speak of her memories and views with almost a hundred percent accuracy, and for now that was going to have to do. He could keep a secret. She trusted him with that impeccably, for here he thought she was nobleborn and was meeting her regardless. If only it were that simple. "Oh, yes." She was flustered. "Yes, your directions were easy to follow. Thank you. I'm sorry for the delay, Brandin was..." She paused, her brow furrowed, and then incredibly, she smiled. "Being himself and thus he held me up. It was almost as though he knew where I was going. But I can't really say I care if he knows I wanted to see you. It doesn't change the fact that I wanted to." Now it was her turn to blush. But she kept her eyes on his and asked with light worry, "But what about you? How did you get out? Lord Damocles doesn't suspect? " |
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| Deleted User | Oct 5 2010, 10:02 AM Post #5 |
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NPC-- Rowland Stone![]() [Abi!] Rowland was usually used to intense scrutiny especially the first few months as a new servant in the house of a powerful, noble, wizard family. They needed to be ensured that these commoners, these peasants, they were letting into their lives were worthy to serve them. Of course, the mere thought left Rowland with a bad taste on his tongue, but the point was that him being looked at, judged, weighed, measured, etc- it was nothing short of the ordinary for him. Yet here he stood, afraid to look at one simple Lady merely because of the fact that when he replied to her, he might not have been entirely talking about the landscape. In all honesty, the landscape and surroundings were well out of his mind when he had made the comment. Relieved to hear that the Lady Rebecca had not gotten lost because of his directions (that he had previously thought faulty despite him going over what he told her word by word), he took a sigh to further accentuate the new found relief, a small grin gracing his lips at the end as he did so. "It's no problem, I wasn't here for very long either," he replied truthfully. Or he lost track of the time, either the way the wait was only unbearable for a moment. Or maybe it just seemed that way now because she was here- whereas a few minutes ago he might have been inclined to say that time stood still. Of course, he wouldn't say that out loud, not at that moment. Probably not ever. Lady Rebecca's small revelation that she outwardly defied her acquaintance's wishes in order to meet him here, made him smile in response. "You flatter me, m'lady," and he was indeed very flattered. He couldn't exactly be as outright and forthcoming about his own intentions for fear of being flogged or locked away in the dungeons. Maybe flogged was a bit much, used in earlier years... No, he was certain he would have been flogged. "Well currently I'm supposed to be polishing armor, not a chore that anyone supervises so my friend Desmond is covering for me," he explained with a small smile and a shrug. "I owe him." And Desmond would never let him forget that, especially because he halfheartedly disapproved of this too. Mostly though, because he had to do more chores and because apparently he set his sights too high. It was no crime to want to get to know a beautiful woman. Then again, if the Lord Faye declared it so. . . |
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| Rebecca Cowen | Oct 13 2010, 05:53 PM Post #6 |
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"Then I believe I'll have to thank Desmond too." Her words were light, though she furrowed her brow and wondered a moment when on earth she would be able to accomplish that. She didn't know who Desmond was; she didn't know if she'd ever met him, and wasn't she already pressing her luck to be associating with one servant? Her lip bent, chewed and she attempted to recompose herself by turning to look back at the water. They had needed to impersonate the noble-born family so that they might be granted entrance into the house, guaranteed assistance. Yet at that moment, it seemed the impossible folly. Five minutes spent with Rowland and she'd wished to be a nonentity again. For someone who had spent her entire life wishing to be somebody, Rebecca wanted to be a 'nobody' again; she wanted it to be easy and simple to see Rowland, to see this Desmond. She was far more at home with them than with the Lords and Ladies. Anastasia fit that role in her mind, a lot easier than she did. She deserved the riches and the jewels, the fairytale of it all; Rebecca wished she had decided to play the role of Anastasia's maid. And damn Brandin for deciding they should only be a few steps off the actual throne in Russia. Talk about taking it too far? She reached for her lips and shut her eyes, rolling them beneath the lids and steadied herself. It was, she felt, a relief just to be there now. And well aware that it might muss or screw with her dress, she decided she did not care and walked straight to the boulder he had been sitting on and planted her behind on the rock amidst of a flood of skirts. It was quite matter of fact. She smiled at Rowland, indicating he should sit beside her and slipped her hands in to her robes to withdraw a deck of cards. "You did say you played, right? I know we don't have enough people for a poker game, but I thought we could play rummy...do you know how to play rummy?" |
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| Deleted User | Nov 7 2010, 02:18 AM Post #7 |
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NPC-- Rowland Stone![]() [Abi!] Rowland nodded with a small smile as Rebecca said she would thank Desmond as well, Rowland taking it more as a figure of speech than anything else; to illustrate to him the length of her gratitude he supposed. After all, no one would actually purposefully look for a servant to thank them for helping another servant sneak away from their duties. Would they? No, it was nigh impossible. Yet, seeing as how previously he hadn't thought that anybody of noble blood could actually bear to be in the company of servants, he might be surprised yet. Sitting down next to Rebecca when she indicated it, he looked at her mildly surprised as she pulled out a deck of playing cards, but then grinned. "Afraid I'm not very familiar with the game, it's been ages since I've played it." But just the mere sight of cards was enough to ease his nerves, even if only a little bit. |
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| Rebecca Cowen | Nov 7 2010, 07:57 AM Post #8 |
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Grateful as he sat down, Rebecca's own smile relaxed and widened with his grin. It didn't surprise her all that much that he had sat--she had of course, all but ordered him too--but it still put her more at ease to have them sitting beside her. Fixing her skirt for a moment (although it was a lost cause really), Rebecca mused, "Well, then I'll just have to refresh your memory." As her hands expertly started shuffling the deck, she recited with the air of her prowess, if not the hint of an ego, "I deal out eleven cards to you, ten to myself. You must have ten in your hand at all times. Each card is worth it's face value, and face cards all worth ten, excepting ace, which is worth one. The objective is not to score points, as first to reach one hundred is the loser. In order to make cards in your hand worthless, you must match them into groups of three at minimum, through either a straight flush such as four of hearts, five of hearts, six of hearts--or three fours. You draw from either the deck or the top discarded card, and then you discard a card. When you have less than seven points in your hand, you may knock--meaning you turn your discard over and knock--" She demonstrated knocking, her fist against the rock. "--and then I cannot draw anymore cards. We tally points, and whomever has the most keeps them and takes--so the winner gets zero and the extra card, see?" She cast her gaze back up at him, honestly not at all sure that he could have followed that, and blushing a little bit. "I...love playing cards." She confessed easily, the moment he looked in his eyes. |
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| Deleted User | Nov 7 2010, 08:31 AM Post #9 |
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NPC-- Rowland Stone![]() [Abi!] He felt as if he were a child- a child under tutelage and the subject of the lesson was cards. Granted, the subject along was bound to keep his attention for more than the spare few seconds he would normally give most things, he had a bit of a problem concentrating as it was, but the fact that the one teaching him this was in fact the Lady Rebecca also had his attention completely focused. Yet somehow still, he could not for the life of him comprehend the game. Maybe in Russia it was played differently or maybe he had gone too long without playing it...or maybe he was more distracted than he thought he was. With his current company, who could blame him? "Alright, you make your cards useless...you must discard a card and then draw....when you have less than seven cards you," he knocked on the rock rather than saying the actual word, "Tally the points...but wouldn't the person who knocked already have the least number of points because he knocked first or...and what extra card?" That's where he got confused. At her brief confession, Rowland smiled after exhaling with amusement. "I think it's great. I like that about you." That...was rather inappropriate. "Well, I mean to say is you don't often see a woman playing cards, so it's refreshing, not that a woman wouldn't know how to play and I'll shut up now." He cleared his throat |
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| Rebecca Cowen | Nov 7 2010, 08:40 AM Post #10 |
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"Usually they do have less." When one smiled this often, it had to hurt one's jaw, right? Was there smiling? Did she care? Rebecca decided she didn't. Her lips twitched at the question, her wide eyes searching his for a spark of comprehension. When she saw naught but artful and adorable confusion, she tried again, "But not always. I forgot to explain jin...okay. Knocking is one way of ending the round. The other way is to go jin, which is, to make your entire hand worth zero points--match every card. So sometimes people might not knock right away when they get low to try and hold out for jin because the other person gets an extra twenty points in addition to the points in their hand." This was harder to explain than she thought. It was easier as she just simply kept talking, she thought. "And the extra card at the beginning, oops. Like, you have eleven right now, you'll discard to start the round and then I can either draw that one, or draw from the deck, and then I discard and, so on and so forth." At his words however, the rules were driven completely from her mind and she suddenly sat up straighter and laughed in surprise, a thrill running up her spine. "No, no you're right!" She waved it off, with the hand not holding her cards. "You don't have to shut up about it. I...like that you like it about me. I like you." Wait. That...wasn't what he said. |
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| Deleted User | Nov 7 2010, 09:46 AM Post #11 |
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NPC-- Rowland Stone![]() [Abi!] This was slowly starting to make more sense- Rowland was appeased. So one could either knock when you had less than seven points, go the mostly safe way and end the round or one could try and achieve zero, where the other player would get an additional twenty points and be that much closer to reaching the one hundred they needed to lose. "So when you get zero you just...say Jin? or Rummy? Or is there some kind hand motion involved with it as well?" the last he asked more jokingly, although it could be taken as a real question- he knew he was hoping for it to be answered as such. "Right," he nodded after the extra card was explained. "I think I understand...enough to put up a halfway decent challenge at least." He wasn't even being modest, because one would have to be normally not modest to have an opportunity to be modest in the first place but....either way, he was just telling the true. He would need to get acclimated to the game before he was good at it. He was sincerely starting to believe that Rebecca was too kind with him, after all, not many nobles get away with a servant talking that way about them or to them. Then again most nobles didn't teach servants to play rummy. His cheeks tinted scarlet quickly, and Rowland wished it away with every small bit of power he possessed, yet it didn't seem to work. "Well...thank you. I..I suppose I...." He cleared his throat. "So rummy..." He was an idiot. |
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| Rebecca Cowen | Nov 7 2010, 10:09 AM Post #12 |
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"Jin, yes. And there's not an official gesture. " Her affirmative came with a telling smirk. "Though if it happens, the gestures involved from the losers tend to be rude and from the winners those of a victory dance." She offered a peace sign with her fingers and a cute wink before taking cards back to begin shuffling them again. It was a good thing she was looking down to do so, because his words suddenly cut out as she realized what she had just said and her hand lifted to rub her own reddening cheeks. She swallowed delicately, embarrassed that it had slipped so freely from her lips when she knew she wasn't even supposed to be here. The fumbled words twitched her lips once more and she looked up shyly over her hands returning to shuffling. "I apologize that came out so abruptly." Then she tilted her head, her brow creasing in sudden curiosity and calm amusement. "But did you think I was out here because I did not?" She asked while she offered him his own hand of cards, setting the deck down and rapping her thumb nervously against the top of it. He was so sweet. |
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| Deleted User | Nov 8 2010, 05:28 AM Post #13 |
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NPC-- Rowland Stone![]() [Abi!] "I shall refrain from using any gestures that might be interpreted as rude once I lose then," he promised lightly as his lips twitched in amusement. Whether the amusement stemmed from the fact that he would ever be possible to give a rude gesture to one so noble and gentle, or from the content of her own 'victory dance' as it were, he did not know. Maybe he was just amused with the situation in general; that was probably it. Once he pulled himself out of his mental reverie and kicking of his own head, he shook his head, "No, please, don't apologize, it's not necessary." It wasn't, really, he was just an idiot. Nothing to fuss over, it was just normal life- he was a clumsy and heavy-tongued idiot. Heavy-tongued...meaning, he wasn't very quick when it came to replying in a witty and acceptable manner. Taking the cards into his hands, he looked at her over them and before he had a chance to stop himself, he found himself asking, "Then why are you out here?" Moment of silence. "M'lady," he added rushed, to the previous question, in hope it would draw away from the complete inappropriateness of it. |
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| Rebecca Cowen | Nov 8 2010, 07:32 AM Post #14 |
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"That would be appreciated." Memories of drunk New York City gestures crossed her mind for a moment and then she shook that off, with a light, sweet, and innocent smile in place. Considering she had just taught him the game, and her own fondness for the game: she had no problem with his assertion that she'd win. A rise of happiness swelled in her chest for a moment as she ducked her eyes behind cards to try and cover herself. As she examined her cards with impossible scrutiny and began shuffling them into an order that could only make sense to herself, she suddenly paused hearing his cover. Deciding it was fairly pointless to continue arguing that, she merely nodded and cast her eyes over the cards again. Then she stilled. Her cards flew down, flew to cover her heart and she locked eyes with him. Rather, attempted to. He had immediately averted his gaze again and added a title post haste that she ignored. That was a very good question, she thought. He was thinking about her supposed standing of a noble born Russian lady; for her it had a different connotation. Why was she defying Brandin and possibly putting them all in danger? Why, when she knew she was going to have to leave? Her throat went dry for a moment and she said very slowly, words she'd known all along: "Because I want to be." The cards pressed against her chest and her brow furrowed. She tried to make that sound aristocratic: the response someone who was used to getting her way. In truth, it was small and soft, and the appearance of that went away when she found herself keep talking. "Because my whole life, I've kept entirely to myself. I've never taken risks, never done anything except what was expected of me. And now I'm somewhere completely new, completely unexpected, meeting people I never expected to meet, but want to know." She inclined her head towards him. "I don't feel...so out of place, here, as out of place as I should probably. I feel like I'm finally...doing something worthwhile, doing something that matters. My life's my own, here. And I want to live it." She swallowed delicately, her own cheeks positively bright red. "I mean, if that's, if that's okay with you. Talking with you...I don't feel so alone, here. Can you understand that?" Her voice remained soft as she asked, "Why are you, Rowland?" Edited by Rebecca Cowen, Nov 8 2010, 07:50 AM.
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| Deleted User | Nov 8 2010, 04:54 PM Post #15 |
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NPC-- Rowland Stone![]() [Abi!] Alright, so he was starting to regret ever asking the question. He could see her react from the corner of his eyes, even though he was focusing on his playing cards, though he had to admit it wasn't holding his attention for very long. Okay, there was no reason why he couldn't put down the cards and look directly at her. Well, one reason: he was essentially a coward. He had no problem admitting it right at this moment, he was a coward. Alright, it was time to get over that, and look up. It would be a gradual process; put the cards down again, look up and listen. Mind over matter. He succeeded. The simple answer in the beginning was a bit surprising only because of how logical it was. Why shouldn't people do things because of the simple reason of wanting to? Well, at least, people who were used to doing so without further thought about the consequences...or actually having thought of the consequences and declaring them negligible. Surprisingly, that answer would have sufficed for him, but she kept on explaining herself, and he found himself ignoring potential embarrassment as he listened to her intently. She wanted to be in charge of her own life, had her own say in what she wanted to do and she was going out and doing it, not just talking about it. Of course, for now, that only meant sneaking out to play cards with a servant but still, it was something Rowland was beginning to admire her for. Sometimes, in the midst of doing his job of serving these nobles and lords he forgot that they were people as well. Just less friendly people, for the most part, but people nonetheless. And people had feelings and hopes and aspirations and fears and dreams... He was still feeling like a schoolboy. Maybe someone else wouldn't have understood what she meant when he said that she didn't feel that alone here..simply sitting and talking to him, teaching him how to play cards. Her question, it might have been rhetorical, he never picked up on those verbal cues, he answered with a small nod after swallowing dryly in order to be able to speak, "Better than anyone." And it was miraculous for him to say that without immediately going red. "I'm here because...you surprise me, Lady Rebecca. You're unlike any person I've ever met before..." he looked down momentarily -he knew not blushing would not last for long- "And I want to know you better. Despite..." he waved his hand around, motioning to...well, "Everything." |
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| Rebecca Cowen | Nov 8 2010, 05:45 PM Post #16 |
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It seemed to take forever for Rowland to meet her eyes, but Rebecca had the strange sense that the moment they did, she'd never want to look away again. She could be patient. Really. Even though she felt as though her heart was about to explode out of her chest. Her fingers kept running over her cards subconsciously. A pink tinge still in her cheeks, she fixed her skirt again, lamenting only momentarily over the tears she'd made. The moment he spoke however, she locked eyes with him. Her lips twitched into a soft smile and she nodded with every bit of gentility she could muster when her heart was pounding so heavily. She blushed darker. Asking him if he could understand had slipped out; she had been defending herself unnecessarily, as though it were Brandin that had asked. Of course he could understand that. Rowland worked as a servant in this household. For everything Anastasia mentioned about Damocles being kind and cordial, Rebecca had an opposing story for spying him with Rowland on the fields and in the halls. It was true they were snapshots of time, that she might have the entirely wrong impression, but she did not think of him as the kindest of masters. The amount of insults, projectile throwing incidents, and times she'd heard him exclaim shock that Rowland "really was a total idiot" did not endear her to Damocles. His life was no more his own at times than hers, she thought. And selfishly, privately, she rather hoped he meant that he didn't feel so alone with her, as she thought she'd meant for him. "Of course." She said quietly, still looking in his eyes. "I forgot. Simply because...it's incredible to me that someone could treat you in any way other than a human." That was too close to the truth, she thought afterward, and she didn't care. Did 'Lady Rebecca' have servants? She hadn't even thought of that. The tiny wave he gave to explain "everything" seemed to put a weight on her chest. He meant that she was nobility and he was not; that she was from Russia, and he was not. In Rebecca's eyes? If only it could be that simple. It was a far easier problem to solve than the truth. "Thanks." Her throat was impossibly dry. "I want to know you as well. I know it's improper, I know people would disapprove, my companions included, but..." God, for once, Rebecca just didn't care. "But I know I can trust you to keep the secret." She said softly, her eyes once more locked on his, wide and she trembled ever-so-slightly. She was searching for the truth. "Which for the record, is rare for me. It's...surprising, to me. I tend to be distrustful." |
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| Deleted User | Nov 8 2010, 06:13 PM Post #17 |
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NPC-- Rowland Stone![]() [Abi!] Rowland had some small problems speaking his mind, mostly because he had been used to keeping his thoughts to himself and biting his tongue (for some comments) that it was second nature to him. Being asked to share his thoughts was odd but refreshing and...well he felt like he was being treated equally. He felt normal and that in itself was weird because the situation was not normal at all. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, necessarily, but it was weird. And he really hoped that this wouldn't be the last time he'd be experiencing it. When Lady Rebecca said she couldn't imagine anyone treating him less than a human, he shook his head half heartedly and frowned. "I," -it was absurdly difficult for him to begin a certain with the word I, as a side note-, "Harbor no ill will towards them. They help me provide for my family." and that was simply it- he could take the insults, the behavior...because honestly he could be worse off. And also, it didn't phase him, not mentally or emotionally that is. Physically, yes, the chores could get exhausting. Her small comment about being able to trust him to keep the secret made him smile in his own personal joke. "Well I'm a pretty good secret keeper...but a horrible liar is that makes any sense. |
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| Rebecca Cowen | Nov 8 2010, 06:23 PM Post #18 |
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"Then you're a better person than I." Rebecca's words were soft, even as she shook her head in the slightest bit of disbelief. A truer assessment might merely have been that he was from a different time: a time when this was natural, and when the lack of open physical abuse, starvation, and other circumstances most likely did and could endear the Fayes to Rowland. It simply didn't to her. She disagreed completely with the practice of this feudal system; Rowland and Damocles were equal in her eyes and, truth be told, Rowland she held in higher esteem. Not that she would tell Anastasia that. Perhaps that was because she knew more than anything, that muggleborns still were present in this time period, and the persecution they and other "infidels" faced from that noble house of Faye hidden from view by the trees. It disgusted her. "And a better person than most." Rebecca was trying to cover her thoughts from appearing on her face; the disgust and thoughts about the future were dangerous, far too dangerous. Yet again she was risking exposure. When she saw his lips twitch into a smile, her own disgust seemed to flood away just by that moment of amusement and she arched her eyebrow. "Certainly. Honest to a fault, but trustworthy as well." At least, she hoped that made sense. As she looked at him for a moment, she suddenly found herself seized by the belief that he was holding a secret--a fairly large one, but with no flash of insight as to what it was, she furrowed her brow and only tilted her head. |
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| Deleted User | Nov 8 2010, 09:12 PM Post #19 |
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NPC-- Rowland Stone![]() [Abi!] Rowland sincerely doubted that he was a better person than the one currently sitting beside him and about to play cards with him. But seeing as how he had a feeling that if he voiced that out loud he would be asked to explain or something very similar, he refrained from doing so. After all, how did one explain a gut instinct, something you just thought to be true and that was simply it? Difficultly and not without blushing and stumbling over words for several minutes, so he thought it was best to save himself the humiliation. Instead, he settled for, "You're too kind." He had met people who were better than him. Though the adjective 'better' was a bit superfluous. It could mean a whole spectrum of different things, and it was all up for each person's individual opinion. Even still, he didn't think himself any better than most. "Something like that yes," he agreed with a small nod and a smile. Actually, he probably kept on looking at her for too long with that same smile on his face before he brought himself back to his senses and cleared his throat. "So...I discard first right?" The cards, they seemed such a long time away from the conversation. How odd. |
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| Rebecca Cowen | Nov 8 2010, 09:54 PM Post #20 |
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"If that's the case." Her lips twitched. "Then there are worse faults." Being overly kind was a character trait she thought the world could handle more people having. She blushed regardless, averting her eyes for a moment and adjusting herself on the rock. When she thought about it, the questions they had exchanged had been intensely personal: their responses more so. How long had she known him again? Besides one clandestine dance and this meeting, she had only caught glimpses of him and had spare meetings of 'Hi' in the hallway. Yet she didn't care. The truth was, Rebecca didn't know how long they sat just looking at each other with a soft smile in place. She had a soft, bewildered look as though she wasn't really understanding what was going on, but she couldn't bring herself to look away anymore than he could. When he cleared his throat, and looked back at the cards she suddenly straightened, reminded and blushed again. "Oh! Yes, you do." She shuffled a few more cards in her hand around to get them back in the proper order and looked back up at him. |
![]() your eyes whispered: have we met? this night is flawless: don't you let it go | |
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