Perseus (herowithoneface) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2012-01-23 10:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | conchobar mac nessa, deirdre of the sorrows |
Who: Deirdre of the Sorrows and Conchobar
What: Revelations~
When: Tuesday
Where: Bookstore
Note: Reposted as a favour
Despite the snow putting her in a bit of a down mood, she associated snow with the death of Naoise and his kin and herself although she didn't know why, she managed to keep her chin up. A lot of it had to do with Perseus, and she didn't try to deny that. She tried to hard to spend time with him, and each time she kissed him that fluttery feeling told her she had it bad, and despite learning how to date someone (without going, hi marry me because I'm running from someone I don't want to marry) it was nice. Which was why she'd come to the bookstore. He liked books and art and she hoped to find something that encompassed both. He'd been kind enough to sit with her while she'd felt ill, so she felt it only nice to show him that she knew of his interests and shared them. She'd need to learn about art but she had plenty of time to do that.
She was picking her way through the books, setting aside some for purchase and others to see about later, when she felt the prickle. Instinctively she looked up, and in the same breath, she regretted it. Her suspicions of him being Conchobar were still high, and even if it was false she still disliked him. She wouldn't be surprised if he'd seen her and planned to interrupt her day. Wit ha sigh she looked back to the books, hoping to ignore him.
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[info]son_of_ness
2012-01-23 11:50 pm (local) (link) Track This
The weather was a nice reminder of old days, where cold and rain was a common setting. Flicking the flurries off his jacket, Conchobar rubbed his hands together, the rings on his fingers clanking. His ears were still red from the outside, but they'd warm up soon enough. He'd come inside for a simple cup of coffee at the cafe located in one corner of the store, but on his way towards the bar he found someone else entirely.
He prickled slightly, as pissed at her as he was overjoyed to see that beautiful face. That pretty face that refused to take his endearing offers. He'd deny his identity until he was ready for her to know. In his time.
Blowing into his hands he stepped aside with a half-cocked grin. "Good afternoon," he spoke politely.
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[info]depthofsorrow
2012-01-24 12:04 am (local) (link) Track This
Her problem was that she wasn't sure. She'd only known Conchobar when he was older, not like this. Still too many things added up to not be suspicious.
She gave him a glance before tipping her head, "afternoon," before going back to her selections. She was half tempted to buy something about Greek history for herself, but it wasn't why she liked Perseus. She figured he could tell what he wanted, when he wanted. Glancing away from him, she looked to the books, tapping her fingers on a few of the spines. She sill felt victorious whenever she read titles. There'd been a time where she simply hadn't been able to do that.
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[info]son_of_ness
2012-01-24 12:43 am (local) (link) Track This
It was a blessing being in this younger body, it confused her. Her snotty brush off did not. He was getting tired of this game, because she thought she was protecting herself by ignoring him. He had a mind to drag her down to the ground by that pretty head of hair and out the door, but he held his composure.
"Something catch your eye?" he said flipping a finger against the book just in front of her. "Greek mythology?" Really? That seemed so out of date. She was really getting into this pantheon. Her conversations with Perseus hadn't gone unnoticed. What kind of reaction did she expect from the man that was her husband? Surely, he wasn't going to just let that slide.
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[info]depthofsorrow
2012-01-24 01:17 am (local) (link) Track This
Apparently he wasn't getting her not so subtle hint of 'leave me alone'. If he was who she thought he was, that certainly hadn't changed. She was surprised he'd never written his name on her, like she was a toy to be owned.
Smiling she nodded, "an interest." She shifted the books in her arms. "Felt I ought to catch up." Living with two people who had fought in the Trojan War also made her curious. After all, she was supposed to be like this Helen, although Deirdre felt herself vastly different from her Greek counterpart.
She stepped away from the section and back to the art books, wishing she'd asked what Perseus' favorite was. She glanced to the man, then to the coffee stall and smiled. She had a way, she hoped, to settle some of her suspicions. "If I give you some money, would you care to get me a drink?" He'd always known what her favorite tea was, at least he'd done that much, so she wanted to check. Only a few would truly know that fact.
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[info]son_of_ness
2012-01-24 12:03 pm (local) (link) Track This
Conchobar wasn't a man of subtlety. This play it nice, kind face was really starting to grate on his usual image. He'd held out on it for quite a while, playing considerate when he really wanted to rip her hair out for being so stubborn.
His finger lined a spine of one of the books, invading her space with as much as he could without being discarded. He hardly would take her no as a final answer any way she swung it. That glint in his eye shined a little brighter at the request. Was she warming up? He pulled out a five dollar bill from his wallet, "Let me." In his haste he'd forgotten to ask what she preferred. It was a little detail that could cost him. A detail he should have remembered.
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[info]depthofsorrow
2012-01-24 12:12 pm (local) (link) Track This
She smiled at his offer, nodding to him in thanks. He'd been possessive and controlling in his previous life, but he'd always gotten her tea right. Simple, but with a hint of honey and milk. If she was right, only he would know. Her current housemates knew, but they weren't here. He was.
She wasn't sure how she'd react to him if she was right. She'd freak out, but if it was now or later she couldn't tell. She hadn't been able to stand up to him before, but now she had rights and half the store at her side.
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[info]son_of_ness
2012-01-24 12:55 pm (local) (link) Track This
The order was so simple, it came out without even having to think. The year he'd spent with Dierdre under his control he'd done everything to 'win' her. His attempts were all useless, so he'd moved to more drastic measures (which for her had been as torturous as his obsession).
He returned with the tea, perhaps ill thought on his part because it was exactly the way she would have liked it.
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[info]depthofsorrow
2012-01-24 01:03 pm (local) (link) Track This
Her fingers closed around the mug and she stared at it. To not know meant she'd run herself ragged trying to guess. To know, meant she'd panic and set herself up for disaster.
But she had Briseis, Patroclus, and Perseus. They all stood with her. Still, part of her hoped she was wrong. She kept his eyes as she sipped from her drink, the familiar taste wanting to make her retch. She wanted to throw he cup at him, wanted to run away as far as she possibly could and never look back.
Her breath hitched and she closed her eyes. She set the cup down and opened her eyes to him, switching to the language of their time. "There's exactly seven people who know what tea I prefer, and how. Four of those are dead, unlikely to be seen again. Two of those are at home. The last person stands before me, and he is the last person I ever wanted to see again." Her voice leveled into a hiss, "Conchobar Mac Ness I cursed you with my last breath, and I'll curse you again. Stay the hell away from me!"
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[info]son_of_ness
2012-01-24 01:11 pm (local) (link) Track This
He leaned a hip against one of the book aisles, arms crossed over his chest. He could have rebuffed her accusation as just a good guess. Didn't most women like honey in their tea? He could have bowed out and insisted she had her head worried all over again. He said he'd rebuke her until he was ready.
But, when she scowled, spite slipping off her tongue he only laughed. Holding his arms out he gave her a proper bow. "She's become more clever than I ever expected." This had lasted longer than he'd hoped for, not nearly as long as he wanted it to. He took the glass from her, smelling the sweet aroma before taking a taste for himself. "Just a lucky guess." He grinned.
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[info]depthofsorrow
2012-01-24 01:22 pm (local) (link) Track This
She scoffed, "don't insult my intelligence Mac Ness. The tea may be a lucky guess, but understanding me isn't. The language has evolved. Hardly anyone speaks, or understands, this dialect anymore." She shook her head. "I can't believe you. I knew something was up. I knew it." She turned, half angry and half almost depressed. Her familiar thought pattern that nothing good could ever last was cropping up, but she wouldn't let that thought stick. He couldn't hurt her now.
She turned back to him, "I mean it Mac Ness. Stay the hell away from me. Don't come near me. Don't talk to me. Leave me well alone."
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[info]son_of_ness
2012-01-24 08:24 pm (local) (link) Track This
"You knew what you wanted to," he kept his arms crossed, somewhat pleased. "Deirdre," his voice lowered. "We both know that's impossible. We're married.
" she was still his, she would always be because he refused to have it any other way. He didn't suspect she'd go running herself to death any time soon, but she was dreaming if she expected him to give her up so easy. That just wasn't his style.
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[info]depthofsorrow
2012-01-24 09:17 pm (local) (link) Track This
She shook her head. Damn him to every hell she could think of. At his comment she snorted and wheeled on him. "Like hell we are!" With shaking hands she set the books aside, the thought forgotten. "No official vows were spoken or have ever since been respoken. Add to that you gave me up to that beast like a cow. Even so I will never acknowledge you as my husband. Not in a thousand years. And you, for once, cannot stop me in this. You have no rights over me. You do not owe me. So stay away Mac Ness, or I'll see your head on a spike."
She couldn't believe he was still throwing around that year of marriage, if it could even be called that. "Besides I died." She was grasping at every excuse she could. "That further nullifies everything. Remember I was forced to marry you. Now I'm not."