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nevertorule (nevertorule) wrote in watchers_rp,
@ 2017-06-06 12:48:00

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#day 008/08 may, heloise, locan

Who: Heloise and Locan
When: Early evening
Where: The castle grounds

It was quite a beautiful day, and Heloise took full advantage of it by being outside for most of the afternoon. She was well aware that she ought to be at the castle, entertaining their guests and getting to know the nobles, but Heloise had been craving privacy for a while now and the best way to get it was to hide somewhere and read, or go for a ride with Millie and hope no one thought to accompany her. She got lucky in that nearly everyone in the castle was busy with preparations for various festivities, so Heloise managed to steal away on her own for several hours. She rode through the woods, pausing every now and then to dismount and walk beside her horse instead. It was an opportune time to let her mind wander and her body relax. She had no one she had to speak to, or impress, and Heloise realized she would need many more of these kinds of afternoons if she planned on maintaining her sanity this year.

Finally, as dusk began to settle in, Heloise figured she ought to be heading back. She rode Millie back toward the castle, thankful when she saw the stable boy waiting for her. Heloise dismounted and said a proper goodbye to Millie before she headed back toward the castle. Her riding boots were caked with mud from the rain the day before, and she lifted her riding habit just enough to try and keep it from dragging through the grass. It was a bit too late not to make a mess of herself and now that she was back at Elkwood, Heloise was beginning to wonder if she could make it back to her room without running into anyone.

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bloodandscales
2017-06-08 10:54 pm UTC (link)

Locan considered that for a moment before nodding slightly. "I don't think that's normal mud, though. They import it from somewhere...majestic, I assume. Or at least it's implied. Not that either of us need it."

He snorted as delicately as possible, shaking his head almost solemnly. "It's less about them trying to catch my eye and more about them-" he cut himself off, the words forming silently on his lips for a heartbeat before absorbing who it was he was talking to, and obviously rethinking the specific vocabulary, then trying again. "-tossing around their endowments with the intent for me to do the catching." He briefly wondered if maybe that was a little much, not due to her position, but more for her age, easily recalling the lovely young princess in her adorable toddling years a little too easily, but was distracted by a shrill, feminine voice coming from the door he'd only just vacated. Almost instantly he was on high alert, and he barely realized he'd slipped around and behind the princess, half-crouching if he had every faith that she'd protect him from whatever heavily bosomed beast appeared. His eyes remained glued on the entrance until it became evident that it was only two servants addressing one another. He sighed and sagged with relief.

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nevertorule
2017-06-11 07:50 pm UTC (link)

"Majestic mud," Heloise repeated with a soft laugh. "I would love to know where it comes from." Her brows raised slightly as Locan explained what his admirers' motives were, and her cheeks warmed, despite how amused she felt. She parted her lips to reply when Locan was suddenly hiding behind her and Heloise blinked in surprise and confusion until she realized that he must have thought the servants were his admirers searching for him.

Heloise couldn't help herself. She laughed and turned to look at him. "You might be the only Lord at court right now who is running from affection willingly given." Heloise reached for his arm and squeezed gently. "Will you walk me back to my quarters? I promise I will do my best to protect you from... unwanted endowments."

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bloodandscales
2017-06-11 09:07 pm UTC (link)

"Freely given is a bit of an understatement, dear highness." Once Locan was certain that the coast was clear, he relaxed and regained his regal composure, as if the last few seconds had never taken place. He delicately brushed himself off, as if any part of him was out of place, then shifted his arm so she could properly take it. "I would be ever in your debt. And I think we'd both benefit from the scenic route, don't you agree?" He made a show of leaning down to glance at her boots, the corner of his mouth twitching upward.

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nevertorule
2017-06-14 02:36 pm UTC (link)

Heloise laughed, and brought her hand up to muffle the sound somewhat. Then she reached for his arm, thankful that only her boots and the bottom of her habit was muddy. She didn't want to dirty up Locan's clothes, as lovely as they were. "The scenic route it is," Heloise agreed. "And should your...admirers find us, I will use my royal advantage to send them away. But surely there has been someone at court who has caught your eye? There are so many lovely ladies here."

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bloodandscales
2017-06-15 12:16 am UTC (link)

"Oh, there certainly are," Locan agreed, managing to avoid quipping that some of the gentlemen were lovely as well, or that the ratio was entirely unbalanced now that so many bloated imported locals were flooding court. There was also the fact that plenty of someone's had caught his eye in recent memory, usually for all of a few hours until his interest was sated in one way or another, but the young girl didn't need to hear about anything of that sort. He hoped that she was still in that stage of youth where true, undying love was entirely plausible.

"I'm afraid I'm a bit....particularly particular. Beauty is a wonderful trait, don't get me wrong, but to catch a prize such as myself the list of requirements is daunting at best. For one, I need someone with a good humor, because I'm a bit of tart and I could never stand living with someone for the rest of my life who can't laugh with me as much as at me. As vast as the estate is, I won't...and can't, as I'm told, be purposefully avoided and ignored in my own household, so that won't be viable for anyone who can't put up with me." He sighed dramatically and shook his head. "That alone would cut my romantic options at court considerably." He covered her hand with his free one and patted it. "I could never settle for someone who can't thoroughly appreciate tarts, my dear. Figuratively and literally. Tarts are delicious."

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