Who: Deirdre and Conchobar What: Sort of Reunions Where: Teavana When: Saturday Note: Reposted as a favour
Deirdre was feeling rather good about herself. She had a proper date planned with Perseus, which had resulted in a minor shopping trip because she'd been convinced she'd had nothing to wear. This was new ground for her, and she hardly minded exploring it. Last time she'd rushed into it and while she'd been happy for those seven years it had taken a while to get to know Naoise. And this was different so she wanted to get to know Perseus a bit first. She already knew she found him attractive and kind. So she was looking forward to the dinner to learn more about him.
Feeling pleased but cold she pushed the door open into the tea shop she often visited. It smelled divine here, and she was quite fond of the tea's they had here. She put her bags down, before removing her coat and setting it over the bags. While attempting to straighten out her messy curls she walked to the counter and ordered. As she waited she glanced around, curious to see who else was here.
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[info]son_of_ness 2011-12-10 07:20 pm (local) (link) Track This Conchobar had slipped into the tea shop on his bluetooth, ignoring the rest of the patrons at the shop. He needed a little caffeine before looking through case files for the weekend. His laugh was crisp, arrogant, and he completely bypassed Deirdre as she placed her order. He stepped up to the counter beside her like a rude customer, pausing from his conversation to get his usual.
The person behind the counter told him to wait, making Conchobar roll his eyes, shifting to lean his hip against the counter while he continued with his conversation.
Their drinks were ready nearly at the same time, even though the barista messed up at least once. She was new. It was then that he caught a proper glance at the pretty girl who waited with him. He pulled out his hand for a shake, forward as it may be and gave his name.
"Conner."
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[info]depthofsorrow 2011-12-10 07:31 pm (local) (link) Track This She had mostly ignored the rude man. They popped up now and again, mostly in the city, and often she just sighed and brushed them off in turn. Getting angry at them would hardly work.
When she received her drink she made sure to tip the poor girl. New she may be but jerks like this couldn't make a first day easy. She was surprised when he addressed her though. She blinked before smiling and taking his hand, because she was trying to be nice and sociable. "Deirdre."
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[info]son_of_ness 2011-12-10 07:48 pm (local) (link) Track This Conner was a short form of his name, which meant lover of hounds, still from it's Gaelic origin. A hound he still was, reluctant to give up when it came to the things he wanted.
He gave her a charming enough smile, half cocked to the side as if it were honest. When he took her hand however and she spoke her name, that charming smile turned a bit smug. "Irish." A good glimpse at that face and he was certain this girl was his estranged wife, but he wouldn't tell her that yet. His handshake was sturdy, as he directed her toward a seat with a nod. His once over was obvious, hard to say no to that 'nice guy' face. He didn't look nearly as devious. Deirdre hadn't known him in his younger years either.
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[info]depthofsorrow 2011-12-10 08:02 pm (local) (link) Track This She nodded, not ashamed of her heritage. She still had her accent, even after all this time. "That's right." She released his hand and wrapped her fingers around her mug before following his nod.
She wasn't too surprised by his obvious leering .She'd had it before. But she'd grown, at least a little. "I have my own seat." She motioned to her table and walked to it, sitting down. She couldn't stop him from following, but she'd at least learned to give a sign she wasn't that interested and to walk away.
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[info]son_of_ness 2011-12-10 08:27 pm (local) (link) Track This "Born and bred, Irish myself." His accent wasn't as thick, it had dulled down some over the years, but there was no losing it.
When she stepped away he did follow, taking the seat right across from her. He stirred a finger in his cup, something he used to do, something she wasn't likely to remember as she hardly paid him any attention during their marriage.
He sat comfortably in that seat taking a swallow of his tea and folding his arms across his chest, still giving the image of a nice guy. "Maher is my last name. Does this pretty face have a surname?" he gestured to her with his hand. He was positioned in such a way as if they'd known each other, but he still spoke nothing of what he'd figured out. Clearly, she wouldn't any time soon.
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[info]depthofsorrow 2011-12-10 08:39 pm (local) (link) Track This She'd expected him to follow. Sometimes people did and she had a terrible time telling them to leave, even if she made sure to show them her interest was elsewhere. But she remained polite and put on a practiced smile. She could find a reasonable excuse to leave later.
"Deirdre mac Daill," she'd taken her father's name out of convenience. Few recalled her tale, and even less would recall her father's actual name. She was too well known by her nickname. "What do you do around here Connor?" She may as well be nice."
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[info]son_of_ness 2011-12-10 08:56 pm (local) (link) Track This He hung one leg over the other, his foot bobbing under the table. Now there was no doubt in who she was. He leaned forward, taking another swallow of his tea, and waving his hand around. "From old Irish fairy tales right?" He looked back into her eyes. "Deirdre isn't a common name. She was the Helen of Troy of Irish lore, am I right." He was playing stupid.
"I'm a court judge, though you can hardly tell with the casual attire." He gave her another witty, dishonest smile.
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[info]depthofsorrow 2011-12-10 09:06 pm (local) (link) Track This She smiled and nodded. Most mortals only knew a little of her myth, "yes. My parents were very fond of the opera and as we shared a common last name, Deirdre it was. Although I try not to bring war and ruin." She gave a smile as she sipped from her tea, wondering if she could avoid him by checking out her bags.
"Oh how nice for you."
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[info]son_of_ness 2011-12-10 10:00 pm (local) (link) Track This He moved his chair, sliding it toward her so that he locked her in her corner. No need to let her leave just yet, though he'd have to give in eventually if he wanted to keep on her friends list at the moment. Though he hardly wore that proudly. It was seeing how far this would go. She was his wife after all.
"Grew up on those stories. Tragic story. How did it end again?"
"It's a high paying position, there's plenty to do and people to condemn."
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[info]depthofsorrow 2011-12-10 10:04 pm (local) (link) Track This She sighed but set her hands on the table. She could leave when she wanted to. It wasn't like she owed this man anything. She toyed with her drink and gave a small smile. "She killed herself rather then to be given to the one who had slain her beloved." She still had a small wound on her skull from that, and the occasional migraine. They were easy things to live with.
"I'm glad you enjoy it."
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[info]son_of_ness 2011-12-10 10:12 pm (local) (link) Track This She did owe him. The funny part was she didn't even realize it. She didn't even recognize his face. He sat back in his chair, rubbing his chin between his fingers. "Ah, that's right. It was either the one who murdered her lover or her husband." He smiled, giving off a charming laugh, devoid of malice. Inside he was livid. "It's been a long time," he apologized, "since I've read those stories."
"And you Ms. Mac Daill, what is it you do? I assume you're not married? I didn't see a ring on your finger."
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[info]depthofsorrow 2011-12-10 10:20 pm (local) (link) Track This She gave a patient smile, "I'm familiar because I was named for her," not a full lie there, "and the play is quite amazing." She'd seen it once and while it had stung to relive all those experiences and emotions it had been nice to see it at the same time. "Husband though, at the behest of his king." Her fingers tightened around the cup, just thinking about it still hurt a little.
She frowned to the intrusive questions, "I am not married, no. But I am seeing someone," not a lie and not really his business but maybe he'd get the hint. "And I haven't found a job just yet. Still looking."
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[info]son_of_ness 2011-12-10 10:29 pm (local) (link) Track This Not just named, dear girl, you are her. There was another smug grin that creeped to his lips. "Haven't seen the play. Maybe one day." He gave her a nod, still slowly finishing his tea, so to drag this out a little further. "What was that guy's name again...Conch...no..." he tapped the side of his head as if thinking really hard. "Damn, my mind escapes me," he shrugged with another laugh.
"Oh," he pretended shyly. "That's the lady's way of saying back off." Was that possible bite to his voice? He was trying so hard to mask it. Another? Really, probably another hapless warrior.
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[info]depthofsorrow 2011-12-10 10:35 pm (local) (link) Track This She frowned, curious about why the man had such interest. Then again it was her myth and she liked being alive now. She brushed a strand of hair from her eyes and set her cup down. "Conchobar was the King's name." She didn't like speaking of him. She'd rather it be forgotten.
She frowned and sipped from her drink, "you did inquire."
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[info]son_of_ness 2011-12-10 10:43 pm (local) (link) Track This "Conchobar, that's it. Man," his fingers splayed against the side of his head. "Tough name to remember." Not hardly. His eyes settled on her as he finished off his tea, but left the cup in his hands. "My..." he paused, "father used to tell me those stories, just hadn't had a reason to think of it until now." Push to far now and he'd blow this, but good god he was ready to slam her head into the floor again. It made his teeth grit thinking she was so repulsed by him. Why? He'd done it for her protection, so she would be concealed to no one but himself. Even now her beauty hadn't aged, and frankly he wished it had.
"I did. Though I feel kind of jilted. Too little too late, eh? A shame I didn't run into you first," there was a feigned sparkle in his eye. Was that attraction he saw? A shame she'd never seen him in his prime.
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[info]depthofsorrow 2011-12-10 10:53 pm (local) (link) Track This She tilted her head before giving a smile. He was cute, in a way, but not her type. And she had one. Black hair and dark eyes, neither of which he possessed. And he was a little too condescending for her tastes. So she just nodded.
"The names of the sagas can be hard to recall. I think it's why so few keep an interest. You don't want to keep twisting your tongue in a knot each time you recall them." She pushed her empty cup aside and glanced to her bags. She'd call Briseis to ask for the other girls opinion on what to wear. She never was much good at that.
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[info]son_of_ness 2011-12-10 11:07 pm (local) (link) Track This She was sticking to that tune, was she? His fingers tapped against the side of his cup. He was full of himself it would seem, not predictable like her lover boy's of the past. He'd led her right into his path and she still hadn't connected the dots.
He rubbed his chin again. "But you're curious aren't you?" he pinched that heavy bottom lip between his fingers. "About me." He sat up straight now, pulling out his wallet.
"They can be, I agree," his Irish slipped out a little more noticeable now. He wasn't showing off, he was hooking her. Warriors like the ones she found herself attracted to were a dime a dozen.
He stood now, slipping his business card on the table in front of her, a Celtic icon on the corner.
"Call me."
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[info]depthofsorrow 2011-12-10 11:12 pm (local) (link) Track This She blinked as he rose and glanced to the card. Saying she wasn't really curious, more baffled, would be more correct but men like this they never heard that. They just assumed they could change her mind.
So politely she set her hand on the card and dropped it in a bag. "Perhaps I shall. It was nice meeting you regardless. Much fortune to your endeavors as a judge." She didn't think she would see him again. She had no real desire to seek him out
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[info]son_of_ness 2011-12-10 11:17 pm (local) (link) Track This He gave her a endearing smile, no matter how hard it was to smile that big. He would change her mind, and he wasn't leaving without her digits.
"What about yours?" He handed over a pen. He was cornering her as best he could right now. She could give him a fake number all she wanted, but how many Deirdre mac Daill's could there be in the city? Only one he was certain.
"I'll be sure we do." That was a secure promise. His little wife wasn't going to slip away again.
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[info]depthofsorrow 2011-12-10 11:32 pm (local) (link) Track This She frowned, "I'm not keen on giving out my number to someone I've only met once." She had to be careful now. Not everyone was like Naoise or even Perseus. Some would try and hurt her. With a smile she handed him the pen back. "I'm sure you understand."
All in all she was proud of herself. She tended to get a little deer in headlights around these things but now she was making an active stand for herself. She wasn't even using anyone as a distraction. It was quite the achievement.
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[info]son_of_ness 2011-12-11 11:07 am (local) (link) Track This He gave her a smile through gritted teeth, putting the pen back in his pocket. "Fair enough." Not really.
He could see that slightly stunned expression, it lasted for a moment but it was there.