Chloë du Gard picks pockets (slightofhands) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-03-28 18:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | chloë du gard, rhys kinlan |
log; bosoms & laps
Who: Chloë du Gard & Rhys Kinlan
NPCs: —
When: Pisces 24, Afternoon [backdated]
Where: The Amazing Alistair’s trailer.
What: Rhys is moody and Chloë ends up playing sound board.
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete
After being fitted for the dress she needed to wear as a bridesmaid to Audrey, Chloë at back and watched as the community buzzed when the invitations went out. To her it was all a big laugh. Audrey and Miles? How entertaining! But she was coming to realize that not everyone received the news so well. Or so it seemed, given the Rhys was in a particularly glum mood. Which was somewhat surprising given it was White Day and she imagined that someone like Rhys would be holding a number of gifts and delicious treats from his various admirers. But she only assumed such given what she knew of Rhys. Normally, Chloë preferred not to place herself in positions where she would have someone venting their feelings to her. She just wasn't that person. People knew not to come to her with their problems because she'd find a reason to leave or if she was there, it was clear she wasn't really paying attention. They knew better and that was that! But Rhys didn't seem to remember this and instead looked almost sullen. Chloë was ready to leave him looking like that, but against her better judgment did the opposite. "You look like you could use some chocolate," she said taking a small pouch from her pocket and then holding it out for him, "Here, have some. And while you eat, perhaps you can finally talk instead of looking there like a sad puppy left in the rain." Rhys had not received the news of the wedding in good spirits. The way he’d been told of it and the fact that she was marrying Miles without even considering asking him, without even mentioning that she was thinking of it, had been depressing to say the least. Tom was taking it much better than he was, but he wasn’t as angry about not being told as he was at not being able to be the best man at the wedding. Who the hell cared if Finch was a real noble. He was filling up his side with fake ones anyway. Rhys hadn’t even begun to think of a name, let alone a backstory as to where he came from or what he did. He’d obviously have to be a lesser noble. Maybe play it close to home? Someone who was not of much note, but still in the bard’s guild. A disgraceful playwright perhaps. His thoughts were cut off by the sound of Chloë’s bright voice and the smell of chocolate beneath his nose. He took the bite, looking up at her big brown eyes. Ah, Chloë. Lovely Chloë. He finished chewing and swallowed before answering. “Can I just lay my head on your bosom instead?” Chloë raised an eyebrow at Rhys and gave him an incredulous look, "Rhys, despite how...melancholy you appear, my bosom is off limits." Even if Miles was dead she wasn't going to let him do that, because she knew Rhys and his friends all too well. One minute they're resting their head on your bosom, the next you're spread eagle. Perhaps that was an exaggeration, but Chloë found it better to keep them as friends and acquaintances and nothing more. Things were much safer that way and she didn't have to worry about feelings getting involved. "However," she said holding a hand up, "I can offer my lap. That is the extent of my generosity." She gave him a cheeky smile, and really, that's as far as it would go. She might even be obliging and play with his hair. Might being the operative word in that instance. Rhys was something of a friend, occasional co-worker, and more so friendly colleague. Chloë didn't like to use the word "friend" so liberally, though it probably didn't hold the same weight as it did for others. She patted her lap from where she sat, "Limited time offer, Rhys. Going in five...four...three…" If the woman had accepted, the thief would’ve been in far better spirits, he felt. He had known she’d refuse him, however. There was still the small hope that his pitiful state might have afforded him some form of leniency, but Chloë wasn’t as easily swayed as he would have liked. Rhys looked so sullen when she refused him, he thought of just sprawling himself on the ground and calling it a day. Then she offered up her lap. He was about to try and bargain for more, but she started to count down. She had nice legs too, so he couldn’t complain. He just held up his hand to stop her. “Alright, alright.” His day was looking a little better. Or at least, he felt it was. He moved over, the effort to do so felt like just so much, but he managed. Turning, he leaned back and gently placed his head in her lap. Then he let out a sigh. The view was definitely nice from this angle. He shuffled a little to settle in properly. Yes, this was nice. “You are the best assistant,” even if he constantly referred to Audrey as his favorite. Chloë adjusted her seating as Rhys placed his head upon her lap, and again once he was settling in. He seemed content enough there and even complimented her. "I'm sure you say that to all the girls, Rhys," she said and plucked another chocolate out of the bag. She held it above his head, "Another?" Every once in awhile, she decided, it wasn't bad to spoil people like this. There were limits, of course, but no harm came from something like this. "You do realize that this marriage is a complete sham, right?" she asked. He probably knew, but she never really understood what went through the minds of other people. Sometimes she did, but most of the time she didn't really care to put too much thought into it. Nobody ever seemed to really verbalize themselves well enough to work through proper logic, and those with logic didn't seem to act with the same passion as others did. As the chocolate was held over his head, he only obediently opened his mouth to receive it. So he might not have been able to coax Chloë into bed. The girl had many other merits. He liked to work with her before the crowd bringing about oooh’s and aaah’s, but also in the shadows. She didn’t chatter as much as Aud who was always testy about one thing or another...not that he’d trade her for anything in the world. Because he wouldn’t. When the woman, whose lap he’d laid his head upon, stated the obvious, he sighed. No one seemed to understand, but that was probably due to the fact that he was surrounded by pragmatists. “Of course. No one would actually want to marry Audrey. Especially not Miles.” He didn’t even bother to really look at her, so much as the ceiling, just past the curves of her breasts. “It’s the principle of the act and those parties involved.” Of course this woman had already known. Women told other women everything. They even told you things if they thought you a friend. Apparently none of these women pictured him friend enough to tell him. Then again, it’d been a while since he’d showered the lovely songbird with his affections. He made a note to rectify that accordingly. "I hardly imagine they are marrying for love," Chloë scoffed, "Just curious as to why you seem so vexed about this whole matter." She didn't really understand the reasoning that Rhys was basing his thoughts on. But then again, she didn't think the way he did. It wasn't that Rhys fell in and out of love easily or anything of that sort, Rhys just thought in a way that Chloë's mind couldn't seem to wrap around. She made a face and sighed. Those parties involved hardly thought this would upset him, or maybe they should have known better. She placed a piece of chocolate on his lips to momentarily silence him while she spoke, "You sound like you're jealous it's not you that is going to marry her. Would you prefer that she asked you before she asked Miles? You don't sound like you'd even accept it if she had requested it of you." It would be bad for his business as a whole, would it not? "But you're still going to attend the wedding," she said softly, "or have you decided not to in protest?" “Well, no,” Rhys had started to try and respond to her, but she’d kept going and going. He soon found himself silenced by another piece of chocolate. She was...really too good at this task. His eyes squinted as she said he sounded jealous, not that he was allowed to speak. Moving his lips would be awkward with the placement of the confection, although he was tempted to distract her by taking her fingers playfully between his teeth. If she chastised him, he’d at least feel a little amused by something. It would be a distraction for more than just her and her morbid fixation on the whole subject. Deciding to skip the part she was attempting to get to the heart of, he answered the last question. “Of course, I’m going.” He delivered the sentence with a note of finality before taking the chocolate in his mouth, making it impossible to respond any further. "That sounded...very final," Chloë said though her own voice sounded wary. He was chewing the chocolate she'd given him so it afforded her a few short moments before he could respond again. She could ask him if he was going to be Miles's best man, but given how he was reacting to just the announcement, it might not be best to bring it up. She instead commented, "Weddings are fun though. Lots of people there and games to play. Did you know that weddings are an excellent place for drama to unfold? And we can be there to see it happen." She was hoping, mostly, that the drama that might erupt wouldn't involve the bride, the groom, or anyone in the bridal party. One could hope. She took a piece of chocolate for herself this time and then smoothed down Rhys's hair absently. It was like petting a cat, so she continued to do so. "It will certainly make up for the fact I shall be wearing pink," she frowned and added, "I will have to speak to Juliette. This just won't do." There was no question as to whether he was going or not. Miles had asked him and his loyalty to the man demanded it, despite his sorely bruised ego. Chloë was going on about how weddings were great and Rhys couldn’t help but let out a shudder. He’d been to a few, one of them was even his own, not that he made it down to the vows. He’d managed to escape the clutches of that trap along with the trap’s brothers, which was good. The experience didn’t slow him down. He was just two towns over the next day with another almost trap. Small village women were so eager to attach themselves to anyone who would take them away, but he didn’t want to keep them hanging on for life. Rhys understood the appeal of drama. It was why people went to the theatre. It was always different in real life. Sometimes it was more entertaining. Sometimes it was really not good. “We shall see,” he said noncommittally. He’d already formulated a few ways to make the wedding a little awkward for everyone. It was Basil Norwood after all. Then she said she was wearing pink and his gaze shifted upwards toward the under curves of her bosom. “Pink? You?” He almost smiled, but he was playing the sullen sot. “Now, I have to go. Why are you going to be bothering that poor girl?” "Because, Rhys, my dear" Chloë said nonchalantly, "I am not the pink sort of girl. And let's both be honest, pink is a color better suited for Juliette." Even if it did compliment the color of Chloë's cheeks rather well, it made her look too much like a child and despite her youthful face, she was not a child. She gave his head a small scratch and sighed, "But I will be wearing a dress nonetheless, putting on smiles, and likely finding plenty of sweets to gobble down." Her sweet tooth was sure to become one of her defining traits now. She then looked down at Rhys, "Are you feeling better enough now that we should work? The show must go on, Rhys." And there was money to be made. Rhys was a natural performer, but she always felt better after they'd practiced a bit. What was it with women and sweets? “Eat too much and I’ll start calling you Audrey II,” the man said as he poked her stomach. At least he didn’t have to lift Chloë, which he could do with ease anyway. He realized in mid-action that his statement and gesture could get him taken from his lovely place of comfort in his assistant’s lap, but she was ready to start practicing anyway. “I guess we can start,” he grumbled a little, even if he made no effort to move. No matter his internal feelings, on the stage he was all smiles and flourishes. He needed to shake off the melancholy or the show wouldn’t be quite the same. He’d have to come up with a new trick sometime soon as well. Maybe a trip to a far off country was in order...after the wedding, of course. He sighed. “What if I have to look for a new aerial partner?” It was said more to himself than to Chloë. Chloë ignored the remark at first, at least until he made the comment about needing a new aerial partner and she joked, "Call me Audrey II and you'll be needing a few new partners." She took his hand, cradling it with one hand and then lifted it up so he would sit up and they could get to work. He had his time to brood and now they were going to get to work. Time was a wasting, and she probably didn't give him too much time on her lap, but they never really agreed upon a set time for him to do that. He might decide to brood a bit more. So Chloë leaned over and gave him a swift kiss on the cheek before standing and getting to work. Flirting was something she did but those who knew her best understood not to read into things too much. She smiled at him as she turned and put her hands on her hips saying, "Your adoring audience expects a good show, Rhys, we shouldn't disappoint them." One moment there was a threat, the next he was being dragged to his feet. Well, he wouldn’t force the woman to actually pick him up so much as rolled up with her. He’d eventually have to shake off the slog of the days past. The kiss on the cheek did help a little. “Sometimes I feel you have too much energy.” Then again, it was what had drawn him to her and Audrey. They were both bursting with life. “Let’s practice number 84. It’s been a while since we’ve tried that one.” It was a simpler trick, the simplicity making it hard for people to figure out, and some people did try. “Lead the way,” he said with a wave of his hand in the direction of their practice area. |