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Post by Cori Frighil on Jul 6, 2014 3:23:37 GMT
Cori actually saw it; she saw it in his face. She had said something that made him give off some sort of pain. And she felt absolutely horrid. Watching him close his eyes she frowned, but smiled a little brokenly when he opened them again. It was funny how Lorcan after knowing her for such a short amount of time could bend this part of her; when her brother had problems even getting an expression from her sometimes. She didn't pay much mind to it though. She considered it because she actually made a friend; or so that's what she considered him. Not necessarily did he have to feel vice versa. When he said he wouldn't mind keeping her company she smiled at him again and then nodded. Correcting her face to be subtly smiling. She was sitting there when he came in and she was trying to put up her hair. Frowning and looking defeated as she stared at her arm on her bad side. Willing it to lift without ruining her stitches. She gave up when he sat back down or did what he did when he came back into the room. She looked around and then back at him. "Did you want to go check up on Drust and his mother, Captain?"
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Post by Lorcan MacAteer on Jul 6, 2014 4:39:21 GMT
When he walked in and noticed her trying to mess with her hair he'd roll his eyes before moving behind her, snatching up a comb that just happened to be on the table before sliding it through her fiery hair, ridding it of knots and tangles before setting the comb aside and gathering her hair in his hands, twisting it up into a knot on the top of her head. It wasn't the best ever, but it was definitely better than what she could do at the moment; he used to do the same thing for his sister when they were younger and she requested it. He would have waited for the woman to ask but he doubted she would; she was much to proud.
After he was done he would move to sit across from her, though upon hearing her speak again he'd roll his eyes, "No, I'm sure they're fine. I'll leave them alone for awhile, it'll make his mom more comfortable," he'd say, though he was rather irritated by her perseverance on the matter of her moving around. "Even if I did go I wouldn't have let you come," he'd comment, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest as he looks at her. He wondered briefly if she was going to snap at him if he continued to press the issue, though he wouldn't worry about it too much; there wasn't very much she could say that would effect him, and almost nothing that she could do that would either, especially because she was sick.
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Post by Cori Frighil on Jul 6, 2014 5:10:08 GMT
Cori blinked and felt his hands in her hair. Biting her lip and letting her good arm fall to her leg. Swearing when he'd hit a snag on a knot but for the most part let him brush her hair out and pull it up in a knot. Which even was girlier then what she had expected; she was more of a ponytail rough kind of lady. Or a hair-out but it had been bothering her in the summer heat against her neck. "I was going to ask you how you knew about girl hair but I remembered you mentioning your sister when Drust was born." She looked back at him by tilting her chin upwards, as he walked she let her head and eyes move with him.
As he caught on to her antics she'd frown a little. She thought he'd agree with her on that one so instead of pitching a tantrum like many considered the Lady Knight to be prone to. She shrugged a little and got up slowly holding her side. Breathing out as she stood with a wince and then infront of his legs she went on her knees and laid on the ground. "All I wanted to do was lay in the grass really. But. This will have to do. Better then a bed. Good against my back and my ribs."
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Post by Lorcan MacAteer on Jul 6, 2014 22:01:49 GMT
When she commented about what she was going to ask he’d laugh, “Well, when you’re the guardian of your little sister you kind of have to learn how to do things like that,” he’d say, shrugging. When she got up only to lay down on the ground he’d lean forward, resting his arms against the table as he lifts his brows, peering over the table to look at her, “I’m not an idiot. You wouldn’t have just lain down in the grass, and besides. You have to walk to get out there, because I sure as hell am not going to carry you somewhere you don’t need to be,” he’d say before leaning back in his chair once again, though he would rest his hands on the edge of the table. He’d shake his head when she said that it was good against her back and ribs before standing and moving into his bedchambers, returning with a pillow. He was tempted to just toss it at her head, though he would realize right as he was going to that he was a tad bit more mature than that. So, instead he would drop to his knees and gently lift her head, sliding the pillow beneath it before standing and moving to sit in his chair again, not saying a word about it.
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Post by Cori Frighil on Jul 7, 2014 5:13:56 GMT
Cori watched him look over the table at her she'd give small chuckle. When he retorted she didn't want to lay down she'd sigh into the air. "What I can actually do and what I want to do are two different things. Also, I never said you were an idiot." When he said he didn't want to carry her she let her good arm fly up in defense. "No thank you. Don't lift me again. I've had enough contact for the time being." And then he came around and she let her arm drop. Her eyes fearfully watching him until he lifted her head and put her head on the pillow. Blinking. "Oh. Thanks.." Cori damned her sensitive senses when Lorcan's smell grew around her from the pillow. She'd blink and then retort to the obligations of being a guardian for a sibling. "I understand being the older sibling. Why do you think a Viking became a Squire and then a Knight?" She'd look up at the rim of his eyes, in which was pretty much all she could see from her position. "Caolan wanted a son to take on his rank. All he got was a illegitimate red head and his actual child who turned out to be more of a flower picker then a sword wielder.." She thought about the training and turned her head to look away again.
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Post by Lorcan MacAteer on Jul 7, 2014 20:03:00 GMT
He rolled his eyes when she said that she didn’t want him to pick her up and that she’d had enough contact, “I just said that I didn’t want to, which means I’m not going to,” he’d comment, his tone not unkind. When she thanked him for giving her the pillow he’d merely shrug; he hadn’t done it for the thanks, he’d done it because he knew that the ground was uncomfortable and a pillow under the head would make it less so. When she commented about understanding being the older sibling he’d laugh, “I don’t think you do. My parents died, I was literally the guardian of my little sister because my older brother decided he’d rather be a knight than a Duke,” he’d say, his brows rising as he leans back against his chair, “At least you had a choice in the matter. It wasn’t like you wanted to sit around sewing dresses anyways.” His tone wasn’t bitter or anything, just honest, “If you hadn’t wanted to become a Knight then I’m sure your father wouldn’t have made you.” He didn’t mind having to take on guardianship over his sister, but it wasn’t something that the Viking would know about or understand.
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Post by Cori Frighil on Jul 7, 2014 21:00:00 GMT
"True." She'd insist and shrug. She meant it more of a joke towards him then anything; the idea of being lifted. Cori didn't think anything of his shrug in response. She said thank you because manners were actually beaten into this Viking.
When Lorcan laugh at her accusation of being the older sibling. She actually gave him a wicked smirk from the ground. "I may have not raised my brother as a parent like you have for your sister.. I apologize if you think that I was trying to suggest I could understand full force what it is, the kind of life you lived raising your sister without any parents.. But I do know what it is like to be an older sister. To want to watch out for him wherever I can. Wherever.. My parents forgot to watch." She could definitely talk like a Court Lady.
When he said it was a choice she'd close her eyes for a moment. "Yes. I have chose to like the idea of Squire and then to like the idea of Knight. I was 12 and for months already I had been working with swords and axes behind Caolan's back. But I wasn't given any choice between squiring or sewing flowers. My choice was given to me by my father. Caolan's choice to squire me was given to him by the Order." She'd pause and open her eyes. "I know, and I have heard many tell me that if he chose my brother Cinaed would have to just live with it. But people are ignorant and do not know Cinaed; he is not a Knight. And he surely would be a fowl squire. Like I would be extremely horrible as a poem writer. It would be like if someone chose Lady MacAteer as the Captain of the King's Guard." She was speaking with her own honesty. "In the end. If I did have this choice. I would state that I became a Knight, not only because King Connall let me or the Order wanted me, but because I chose to respect the wishes of a young man and the only young man to ever consider me family and not some Viking living in the room adjacent to his." She wasn't making a remark to Lorcan; she literally lived in the room across from her brother's back at home. And her parents also called her Viking. Though her mother did tote a proud 'Lady Knight' title at her before leaving the day prior. She took a deep breath after explaining her story on choice. She didn't consider it bad, she didn't think that she was any worse off then Lorcan was and she'd never think that. Cori did however feel like she was pressing this topic too much and she sighed out again.
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Post by Lorcan MacAteer on Jul 7, 2014 21:12:29 GMT
He would lift his brows when she spoke, listening to her apology and thinking that there was definitely going to be a “but” attached to the end of what she was saying. Which he was right about, like he usually was. He was good at knowing what another person was about to say, though he was a little surprised about her autobiography. “I’m not saying that you felt any less obligated to defend your brother than I feel to defend my sister, but it’s completely different,” he would comment with another shrug. “And I’m not trying to disrespectful towards what you’ve done and what you’ve accomplished for it, either,” he would say. “But, saying that you understand what I’ve had to do is a stretch. I was her older brother for maybe a few weeks before I had to step into the role of father…when I was six. So, no. I wasn’t ever really an older sibling,” he would explain, not unkindly. “Though I did have the help of the O’Braddaghs, to which I am forever grateful. I’m sure if it wasn’t for them we both would have died or something,” he would shrug slightly. After he was finished speaking he would reach up to run his fingers through his hair before standing and lifting his arms in a stretch, “Are you hungry or anything?” he would ask, changing the topic.
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Post by Cori Frighil on Jul 7, 2014 21:26:39 GMT
She kind of saw his face register the but. And felt a little foolish expressing everything. She didn't like heated discussions about life; especially when she felt like a jerk for making people dig into the dark history. So when he told her he had to be her father she'd nod calmly. "I'm sorry for your loss in the past.." She'd give him the sympathies at least. Not because she felt entitled too but because as much as her parental unit irritated her; she wouldn't know how to react to their deaths. "I understand how it is completely different. I never said I didn't understand.. I never said that I felt like I was his mother though. In which I do not know how a parent should watch out for their children." She'd shrug a shoulder a bit. Smiling a little. "Ah so you've known the King since you were just out of infant clothing? I can picture that. Little Lorcan and Connall." She teased a bit. When he asked if she was hungry and he stood she got up slowly on her own. "Quite.. Am I allowed to walk yet? Or did you want me to sit and wait for you Captain?" She'd say sort of snarky. Giving him back to the pillow as best she could.
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Post by Lorcan MacAteer on Jul 8, 2014 2:22:20 GMT
He would shrug upon hearing her apology, “It was a long time ago,” he would say, and leave it at that. He was tired of talking about the past. When she commented about when Lorcan and Connall knew each other he would laugh, “Since before, actually. Our families were as close to neighbors as you could get,” he would say, his eyes twinkling at the memory. He used to beg and beg his parents to just let him go see Connall for just a few minutes and that he’d be back soon though more often than not he would try to stay for days after he’d gotten there. And after he went to live with them he’d been the boy’s shadow.
Upon hearing her ask if she could walk he would roll his eyes, “Sure, why not?” he would ask with a shake of his head before quickly moving into his bedchamber to pull on a shirt before joining her again, though he would wrap an arm around her body and allow her to lean against him as they walked. It wasn’t anything intimate, he just wanted her to take it easy, and he had a feeling that as soon as he left her that she would get up and go somewhere anyways, so he might as well take her with him.
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Post by Cori Frighil on Jul 8, 2014 2:34:14 GMT
Cori chuckled at the thought of Lorcan and Connall knowing each other back then too. "That's actually quite amusing. And nice that you both had each other even back then." Cori never had friends; just her brother.
Upon his agreement to allowing her to come with him she beamed happily for a second. When he moved around her to wrap an arm around her; of course she didn't think it intimately. But it did make her blush even just for a split second. Then she got used to having him there. It beat being lifted in his arms. Well no it didn't but it did for some reasons. When he put his hand on her wound she winced just a bit but smiled as his touch wasn't as painful as she thought it would have been.
She let him lead the way for the most part. She'd take a break or two breathing in slowly and then let him continue. Cori was just happy to have someone there in case she felt sick from not breathing and blew her stitches.
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Post by Lorcan MacAteer on Jul 8, 2014 5:15:51 GMT
Lorcan would move slowly through the halls, supporting most of the woman’s weight as she limped along beside him. He felt ridiculous; he should have just made her stay in her rooms and asked a servant to bring them food, but of course he’d been retarded and decided to actually go down to the kitchens. Honestly, at this moment, he felt kind of like an idiot. When she stopped he would as well, continuing to let her lean against him. He should never have brought her out here. He told himself that a hundred times by the time they had gotten to the kitchens, and even more after that. He would poke his head in the door, forcing a grin onto his face, “Would you mind bringing a couple plates out for myself and the Lady Knight?” he would ask; he was usually nice to the cooks and servants, and in turn they were rather nice to him, for example, the cooks would often give him an extra pastry or some such with his meals. After speaking to the cooks he would move into the dining hall, getting Cori settled down in a chair before he would sit as well, “How are you holding up?”
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Post by Cori Frighil on Jul 8, 2014 5:33:44 GMT
Cori had no real problem with being helped to walk. Actually she liked it more then not walking at all. If she lost a limb or both legs she'd be horrible. But she knew the Captain wasn't feeling so up for this sort of treatment towards her. So she stayed quiet. When he peaked into the kitchen she tried to straighten for the workers but ended up wincing against his hand on her side. But she still got a small "Please" out after Lorcan asked. She was very kind to people who worked hard. Servants tended to.
As they got to the dining room she breathed out slow and shallow breaths. "Good, surprisingly.." She admitted with a small fib. But she wore the fib very well. Her side was throbbing; still in tact and ok but throbbing. Mostly because of the rib in her chest that had broken. But she needed out. She'd smile at him and then look down at her hands on the table. She wanted to thank him but she knew he'd shrug her off. It was killing her to say it.
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Post by Lorcan MacAteer on Jul 8, 2014 19:52:25 GMT
Upon hearing her say that she was surprisingly good he would narrow his eyes, staring at her for a moment as he waits to see if she’ll tell the truth. He wouldn’t call her out on it, instead leaning back against his chair and folding his arms over his chest. It wasn’t that she had given away any hints that she was lying, it was just that he knew she had to be hurting, and she wasn’t good. However, when a servant came with food he would uncross his arms, smiling at the girl, “Thank you, very much,” he would say, flashing the woman a grin before turning to his plate. He would eat slowly, much less like a soldier and more like a Captain of the King’s guard. Once he was finished, however, he would wipe his mouth on the end of his shirt before looking at the Viking once again. “Are you going to put up a fuss if I request that we go back to your rooms?” he would ask with a tip of his head, “That boy ought to be back by now, and if we aren’t there he’s bound to think I’ve gone off to bring back his head.”
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Post by Cori Frighil on Jul 8, 2014 23:36:46 GMT
Cori wasn't good at lying to the Captain it seemed so she sighed out at him. Practically just at him. "I just got my side ripped into by a massive cat. I'm not fine but I'm better then I was laying on the ground yesterday. It isn't the worst thing that's happened to me. I wasn't fibbing entirely. I'm doing ok, better then I had been."
When the lady took their food over she would smile and say a kind "Thank you." To her. She began to eat, sort of like a lady with an arm on the table. So less like a lady and more like a normal woman. Enjoying the food, until he finished and she looked up mid-bite. Shaking her head at him. "No I won't put up a fight." She'd insist. "Maybe." She would teasingly grin at him. When she finished her food she placed everything in the plate so it'd be easier for the lady to pick it up. Wincing as she took to much of a sharp breath in. "Wouldn't want to make the poor boy have a heart attack at such a young age." She'd kid a little and rub her temples for a moment with her good side's arm.
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