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Post by Regan McElrath on Jul 8, 2014 2:37:59 GMT
When he reached to touch her face she would shy back, though she wasn’t quick enough and he managed to touch her. Which actually kind of hurt, but it was also weird in a way; she didn’t have people touch her face often-it just wasn’t a gesture that her family was used to. When he asked if the Duke had given it to her she would lift her chin, her jaw set though she didn’t answer until after he gave his advice, “No, I want my sister and father to see it,” she would say, her eyes flashing with an emotion as close to anger as she could possibly get, which honestly wasn’t very close. “Speaking of which, I’m actually not sure when I’ll be able to get word to my father. I don’t know when I’ll be allowed to leave…and this is something best shared in person,” she would say with a frown, which was when she realized that her father probably wouldn’t see what the Duke had done to her face. And honestly, she wasn’t sure that her sister didn’t know that her husband was so violent.
She would let the thought go, though, when she heard all of his requests, “Oh certainly. I’ll even include a court jester and my first born child,” she would laugh, rolling her eyes. “I’m thinking I can get you guys some washcloths, water, and a change of clothes. Anything else, and I’ll most certainly get in trouble,” she would say with a shrug. Upon hearing him say that as long as they were okay that he was fine down here she would laugh, “Nobody is fine down here,” she would say, letting her gaze roam down the line of doors before travelling back to the window. “I’ve noticed she leans, do you know why?” she would ask with a tilt of her head. When she heard his jest she would roll her eyes, “No, I’d rather play count the bats,” she would say, sticking her tongue out at him playfully. Upon hearing him speak again she would laugh, “I’m pretty sure everybody knows that we can’t fly by flapping our arms,” she would tease, “Though, I’m sure I can find a decent book for you somewhere,” she would say with a grin, “Maybe the Bible or something,” she would grin, her nose wrinkling playfully.
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Post by Teague Hallows on Jul 8, 2014 2:53:08 GMT
When she shied he frowned a little. Mind you he was a stranger to her so he let his arm back into the window. When she said that she wanted her sister and father to see it he'd frown and nod. Teague didn't like to see anyone distressed. He sighed a little when she said she didn't know if she could get word out to her father. He would shake his head. "I won't blame you if you don't. I can understand in some fashion that I don't?"
When she turned to the other conversation he'd let his face morph into one of his handsome smiles. Letting his eyes wander over her face and then down. This time he let his eyes wander and then lift back up. She had done the same for him. It was his time. She had pretty hair. Very long and wild. "Washcloths would be amazing. I am sure all of the others would agree." He would nod a little. As for clothing. "That would be wonderful. I did have an extra set in my tack.." Tilting his head and thinking about Italics. "It's something to do with her brain and being off-balanced." Chuckling at the thought of counting bats. "They are more interesting then mice I suppose." Laughing. "Oh dear, please no not the bible." He'd shake his head. "I've already read it.. I think the stories in the Bible are very action packed. It's just the preachers that get on my case."
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Post by Regan McElrath on Jul 8, 2014 5:00:02 GMT
She would frown when he said that he wouldn’t blame her, her brows drawing together, “It’s not that I don’t want to…” she would say, her voice trailing off as she shakes her head. “Maybe I will just write him,” she would murmur, though she felt as if it would be wrong to tell him such a thing about his son-in-law in writing. But, if it couldn’t be avoided then she supposed she would have to. She couldn’t hold herself above anybody else; that would be incredibly wrong. She would watch his gaze drift over her, and felt her frown deepen. She kind of wanted to smack him for it, or call him out on it though she wouldn’t; it would be very, very rude of her.
Upon hearing him say that washcloths would be nice she would smile, “I figured they would be,” she would say with a shrug. When he said that he had clothes in his tack she would nod, “I’ll look for them,” she promised. She would frown a bit when he explained why his horse tilted, though she wouldn’t comment on it; she knew many people who would put down a horse for something like that, and she respected him for keeping her. When he said that bats were more interesting than mice she would laugh, “That they are,” she commented. When he spoke about the Bible she would grin, “I don’t like it because people think it’s real,” she would say with a smirk, “If you want to read something that’s real, read about Angus Mac Og, or any of the Gods of the Old Religion. Those gods, and those things, are real,” she would say, only to feel a bit bad about it afterwards. She wasn’t usually one to shove her beliefs down anybody’s throat. “Anyways…do you have any favorite books?”
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Post by Teague Hallows on Jul 8, 2014 5:44:23 GMT
Nodding a little to her retort he leaned against the door a bit more. "Sometimes that is the only way but. I understand your wishes to see your father with the matters at hand." He spoke calmly to her. He noticed her frown and frowned in reply. What so she could look him over but he couldn't look her over? But he let his eyes stop any wandering and he spoke looking into her eyes. Though he was tempted to look at her hair more. It was shiney in a very pretty fashion.
"Thank you." He'd respond to her going to look for his spare clothing. Watching her frown over Italics, Teage shook his head at her. "Italics is not weak because of it. It is just how she views as balanced or standing up straight." Upon speaking about the Bible he'd grin and shake his head. "I don't know what to believe in personally. I love learning about everything the world has to offer. But I can respect your beliefs fully. If I had to chose a religion it would be a traditional Irish view." He would grin then and begin saying a few quotes from the book she had come down with earlier in the day. Raising his eyebrows. "As you can hear, I already have read that book.." When she asked him what his favourite book was his eye widened. "I am not sure. I do not think I have even read a book I do not admire in some way." He'd pause and then tilt his head. "Possibly the book on flight and birds. I own one rather lengthy one at home in irongrove."
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Post by Regan McElrath on Jul 8, 2014 19:39:04 GMT
When he said that Italics wasn’t weak over it she would laugh softly, shaking her head, “I never thought she was. I was merely thinking about the fact that a lesser owner would have had her put down for it,” she would say with a shrug. Upon hearing him respond to her view on religion she would smile, “Not many people do. They tend to just follow the herd. People start to move to Christianity, so other people follow. But not me,” she would laugh with a shrug, “I suppose I’m stubborn,” she said with a grin. When he started to recite a few quotes from her book she would blink, staring at him for a moment before suddenly laughing, “You, my friend, are something else. There’s hardly another person who’s read it, much less taken the time to memorize lines,” she would say with a playful wrinkle of her nose.
Upon hearing his answer to her question she couldn’t help but laugh again, “Everybody has a favorite,” she would say, just before he admitted that it was a book on flight and birds, “Well, I’ll just have to look for one for you,” she would say with a grin before reaching up to run her fingers through her hair. “Any other books you might be able to think about?” she would ask, her head tilting a bit to the side. She never knew when she would be able to make it back down to the dungeons, so she wanted to give him enough to keep himself busy.
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Post by Teague Hallows on Jul 8, 2014 23:47:25 GMT
"Ah. Yes. My brother gave me her because she can walk forever but she wouldn't do any good on the battle grounds. She's a war horse technically. But bad breeding." It happened. "But thank you, I'll be sure to tell him that you thought of his love of animals to be unlike owners who see fault in being different." Tilting her head on her view for religion. "Ehn. I don't think church is amusing enough for me to want to sit through it." He admitted his faults. Laughing at her when she said that he was something else and shrugged. "What can you say lass, I have a very good memory when it comes to books." Chuckling a bit shyly.
"I have multiple favourites." He insisted and then tilted his head. "Even if you bring me a book I've read I am sure I could read it again." He didn't feel the want to take up all of her free time. "Not right at this moment." He would answer her question on any others he could think of. He would sigh a little. He didn't like thinking about staying down here; there was so many things to do. People to see. He wondered if Morgan was awaiting the mail Moira had been sending. Or if she even knew. He thought of something. "Could you lend me some paper and writing utensils? I have a note to write to Queen Morgan. If that's ok? I must tell her something and you can't let your brother in law find out I am writing to her. He ripped up a note that her sister Queen Moira of the North wrote her and I owe her that message even though I have not a clue what it had said."
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Post by Regan McElrath on Jul 9, 2014 0:31:36 GMT
She would nod lightly when he said why his brother had given the horse to him, “Well, I suppose she would be well suited for you then,” she would grin. When he thanked her she would shrug, “It’s the truth, no need to thank me,” she would say with a smile as she leans against the door, letting her chin rest on the edge of the window. When he said that he had a great memory when it came to books she would laugh softly, “That doesn’t surprise me at all.” Upon hearing him say that he had multiple favorites and that he would most likely read whatever she brought him regardless of whether he had read it already or not she would grin, “Well good,” she would say with a laugh before shifting a bit away from the window.
When he began to ask for paper and such she would blink, her brows furrowing slightly, “Well, yes, of course,” she would murmur, handing him what he had asked for. She’d brought some down to help teach Brett, and hadn’t used all of it. She was tempted to ask what he might be writing to the Queen, though she wouldn’t ask; it wasn’t any of her business. “I’ll do my best to make sure that it gets to her,” she would say, gently biting her bottom lip. “Perhaps the letter was about Queen Morgan’s betrothal?” she would ask with a tip of her head. Word had reached the estate earlier this morning that the Queen would wed again, but this time to a woman.
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Post by Teague Hallows on Jul 9, 2014 0:39:35 GMT
Smiling at the thought of Italics being suited for him, he would nod fondly about his horse. "I was thanking the compliment." When she leaned against the door he'd blush just a bit under his stubble and lean his face away from the window a bit. Smiling at her with a bit of mischief. Letting her speak to him, his eyes went to her mouth but moreso because that's how he listened to people. Sometimes reading lips was fun. His eyes went back up to her's though after. When she handed him paper he blinked at her. "Betrothed? Well I guess her husband is dead..." He paused and then hummed. "I didn't know that about her." Eastern man. Never paid much attention to politics. He slithered down against the door for a moment and wrote something short to her. Pretty much that Moira had sent a note but he had been ambushed by Duke Edan and now was locked up. Also that the Duke tore up Moira's letter blahblah. And he apologized for having not read her note. Standing up quickly after he passed her the note and then the utensils back.
"Thanks.." He would say and then pass his hands through his hair for a moment. It stuck up for a moment and then flailed around his face attractively again. Even if he hadn't bathed in the few days; he was still fancy and pretty. Jerk.
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Post by Taki on Jul 10, 2014 4:35:15 GMT
TIME SKIP -- NEXT DAY
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