tombolo (tombolo) wrote in theunboundic, @ 2020-05-31 19:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! time: july 3 - 9, courtenay auster, linden cress, viola rosier |
History forgets the moderates
Who: Courtenay and Viola
What: Outrage and Argument
When: Immediately after Deputy Kinney's Public Notice
Where: Outdoor courtyard, Rosier Manor
Court's scanned the words on the page for the third time since they'd appeared a few minutes before. The intent was to let them sink in, to cool him off, to see some kind of internal logic. The rational part of his brain grasped for a way to make sense of the notice, but couldn't. Confusions and anger increased rather than dissipating. Lips pursed angrily, he snapped the expensive leather-bound wooden cover of his journal shut with a force that sounded a miniature thunderclap and brought up Raymonde's head in defensive concern, eyes searching the room for a threat and low rumbling growl in his chest.
This is patently absurd. Mr. Llewellyn... Danu Llewellyn, he mentally corrected himself, wouldn't know the first thing about bombs and if he's a thief, then I'm the plaguing Archon. His first instinct was to march to the Marshal's office immediately and demand to talk to the man, but even agitated, he knew that was a non-starter. They would be like to not let him talk to the accused and even if he did, what exactly would Court say?
He needed to talk to someone, hash out his thoughts and organize them first. Beau was an obvious choice, but the boy... er, young man was emotionally tied to Llewellyn somehow, though the exact nature and extent of that still eluded him. Still, it needed to be someone who new the man as more than just the town's priest.
That left Viola. The thought froze Court even as he rose from his desk, journal in hand. Attraction warred with anger. Sparking another row would certainly not aid... That mental train derailed as he remembered what Beau had told him the night before as they walked the manor grounds. If Viola's romantic interests were already engaged elsewhere and if she really was considering returning to the bastard Cress, then he really didn't have much of a shot at all.
Better to show that he still valued her for her mind and her council, even if her charms were out of his reach. Besides, I feel like fighting as Viola is quite good at arguing as I've experienced multiple times in the last few weeks. She'll be able to tell me quite frankly if my thoughts on this are pure tosh or not. Court swept up his vest off the bed, buttoning it one as he walked down the hall, juggling the heavy journal at the same time.
He remembered to throw his practiced limp into his steps as a pair of house staff rounded a corner and nodded to them. The hound off course, stopped following his master and accepted a few pats and scratches from the servants before Court's whistle sent him scampering off. It didn't take long for the soldier to find the doctor, seated at the table outside.
Waving for Raymonde to go have his fun in the gardens, Court took a seat across from Viola. "Good afternoon, Doctor Rosier." The journal slapped down onto the surface of the table and it was the work of seconds to open it to the Deputy's notice, spinning it around for Viola and pushing it over. "Have you seen this? Can you imagine anything as farcical?"