catgotyour (catgotyour) wrote in theunboundic, @ 2019-08-27 23:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | beau rosier, calvin llewellyn, courtenay auster, henri danior, lachlan kelly, viola rosier |
Not Strong (Only Aggressive) Not Free (We Only Licensed)
Who: Henri Danior, anyone else at the Rosier Estates
What: Butterflies and an Apology
When: Monday, June 20th, mid-morning
Where: As close to the Rosier Manor as Henri can make it before being thrown out
You left her all alone. Got spooked by a ghost, turned tail like a coward, told her to get behind the toughest piece of meat wasn't you.
Heavy boots plodded their way up the trail as Henri wrestled with his thoughts.
Henri had spent his entire life freezing. He had never grown accustomed to the climate of Clovenne, and the meager coat blessedly given to him by his Da the Baker had barely been enough to keep his teeth from clacking throughout his entire childhood. He had always worn layers upon layers, unless he could spend time in fur. Now, he stood before the gates of the Rosier Estate, dressed in a too-tight coat, an awkward tie at the throat of an overly starched collar. The three fingertips of his left hand drummed against the brown paper wrapping of a small package, slightly scuffed and dirty beneath the twine. It was a balmy day, the sun warmed earth releasing more than enough heat to justify a rolling of sleeves, a light linen shirt, but impressions, even after the first, were important, and he didn't know enough about the Rosiers to even imagine their expectations.
He still felt cold, anyway; the fear that had always kept him from the high houses, kept him in the low districts where he was safe amidst the violence and crime, radiated from inside his very spine. These were not his people, these well-bred, well-mannered Cloves. These children of wealth and social grace. In Bellaise, they would have been two sides of a coin, Rosier and Danior, never meant to meet. But this wasn't Bellaise.
You got words to say, boy. Go say them. Time for being a scaredy-cat was over before you ran.
He tugged his collar and took a breath to blow away the nerves, wiped the traitorous sweat from his forehead, and pushed open the gate.