|ineedaweapon (ineedaweapon) wrote in childofeden_rp,|
@ 2014-01-22 21:54:00
|Entry tags:||character: john connley, character: lydia martin, location: martin manor, thread: in progress, |week: 07, ~date: 08/august 18|
Who: Lydia and John
When: Week 7, Sunday evening
Why: John's dirty with nasty rags for clothes, Lydia intends to change that.
Warnings: There's going to be some naked washing, which is never all that innocent.
John walked willingly within line with Lydia as she led him towards her estate. Arms were set to his side, remaining completely still as he moved; he'd been all talk and confidence back at the Auction House, and that was a reality in him of course, but as they walked in some silence, John was allowed to reflect and he drifted back into the somberness which had become the truest part of his identity. He hid it well obviously, for the most part, but there were of course times where he seemed to just fall into that trance. It might be the one flaw she might find in him as time went on, if it came that he wasn't quite good enough at hiding it.
Obviously his mind went back to Cortana and losing her, the death that surrounded her while tried ferociously to save her but fell short. The numbers were far too great, but in he'd never forgive himself personally for it.
Shaking his head from the trance as they stepped through the cooling air, which he could feel on his muscles as the crispness of the air settled on ragged clothing, he glanced to his new Mistress as they neared and offered a nod of approval, "Beautiful home Mistress."
John was hardly a panderer, he spoke from the heart; so it was likely he thought this place was nice. Considering the life he'd come from, he'd lived simply for most of it and behind sword and gun for enough of it that he really could appreciate things like this. What's more, his new mistress was beautiful and John had no problem attempting to appease her, even if it came across as posturing. He knew he wasn't doing so, he fully intended to give his all to her. It was how he worked, he was a soldier, and a loyal one at that.