Post by Brendan on Dec 5, 2010 4:17:55 GMT -8
((Edit Date: 12/8/10. Also: NSFW. Oops.))
The night air chilled Ulrim's bones with cold winds softly pushing past him. The towering troll feigned indifference, but Jacob was fucking cold. He picked up his stride, hoping to outrun... or outwalk, anyways, the events of the evening. Normally, he'd be listening to music right now, but he couldn't find anything that fit his current... situation. Anthem still hadn't chrysalized... and every moment that passed, he became more worried that she would somewhere where he could not help her. Rene was busy making enemies with his fellow Barons and Baronesses, and he was setting Rhiannon up to be the courier-secretary-herald of the count.
And Yours Truly...
He walked in the door of his freehold and sat down in front of Cineris, his skin gladly warming to the chimera's flame. He offered the little fire a stick of oak, and Cineris took it slowly. He ate just as slowly, staring at Ulrim with a weird mix of barely contained anger and contempt. The troll was more than content to let the little flame stew in his rage until he was ready to speak. Ulrim wasn't at all sure what to do.
When Cineris finally spoke, it was quiet and calculated. "Why is she here, Ulrim?" Ulrim said nothing. Cineris was normally sarcastic and flippant, but this was a new side of his companion. "She stole your underwear. She stole your socks. She left you. Why is she here?" Still, Ulrim held his peace, but simply examined the lock of his apprentice's hair, what was to be woven in to Klazina's hammer when it was crafted. He studied the stiff, firm strands, picking each out individually, trying to find the best quality for his work.
Finally, Cineris' rage gave way to curiousity. "Ulrim... listen man, your heart is going to be the death of you."
"Ain't that the truth." Ulrim's voice spoke quietly... And more of Jacob's rang out than was normal. He could feel banality creeping in from the edges of his mind. He could feel the pain, the fear, the uncertainty... Jacob was scared. So was Ulrim.
"Hey... HEY! Snap out of it, Ulrim. Jesus, I haven't seen you this bad since Aislinn!" Her name came out like a whispered curse, and the fiery fiend knew the effect such an utterance would have. He was right.
Ulrim's face came fully back in to focus, with his anger flaring. "Don't say that! That traitorous..." He cut his words off, but the effect had worked. His trollish honor had flooded him with his fae seeming. Cineris' expression was that of an ever so slight grin.
"I'm sorry, Ulrim. Calm down. All I'm saying is that you're really upset. What's wrong?"
Ulrim went silent for a moment, staring at his feet. The chimera let him keep his peace. It stretched longer than either cared to count for the moment, but finally, Ulrim looked up and said, "Cineris, Yours Truly will be staying with us for a while. She's a guest in this house, and she will be treated as such. Please don't give her too much hassle, alright?"
"But why, Ulrim? What could she possibly--"
"She is with child. My child."
Cineris lapsed in to a stunned silence. Ulrim continued to evaluate the hairs for his newest project.
The night air chilled Ulrim's bones with cold winds softly pushing past him. The towering troll feigned indifference, but Jacob was fucking cold. He picked up his stride, hoping to outrun... or outwalk, anyways, the events of the evening. Normally, he'd be listening to music right now, but he couldn't find anything that fit his current... situation. Anthem still hadn't chrysalized... and every moment that passed, he became more worried that she would somewhere where he could not help her. Rene was busy making enemies with his fellow Barons and Baronesses, and he was setting Rhiannon up to be the courier-secretary-herald of the count.
And Yours Truly...
He walked in the door of his freehold and sat down in front of Cineris, his skin gladly warming to the chimera's flame. He offered the little fire a stick of oak, and Cineris took it slowly. He ate just as slowly, staring at Ulrim with a weird mix of barely contained anger and contempt. The troll was more than content to let the little flame stew in his rage until he was ready to speak. Ulrim wasn't at all sure what to do.
When Cineris finally spoke, it was quiet and calculated. "Why is she here, Ulrim?" Ulrim said nothing. Cineris was normally sarcastic and flippant, but this was a new side of his companion. "She stole your underwear. She stole your socks. She left you. Why is she here?" Still, Ulrim held his peace, but simply examined the lock of his apprentice's hair, what was to be woven in to Klazina's hammer when it was crafted. He studied the stiff, firm strands, picking each out individually, trying to find the best quality for his work.
Finally, Cineris' rage gave way to curiousity. "Ulrim... listen man, your heart is going to be the death of you."
"Ain't that the truth." Ulrim's voice spoke quietly... And more of Jacob's rang out than was normal. He could feel banality creeping in from the edges of his mind. He could feel the pain, the fear, the uncertainty... Jacob was scared. So was Ulrim.
"Hey... HEY! Snap out of it, Ulrim. Jesus, I haven't seen you this bad since Aislinn!" Her name came out like a whispered curse, and the fiery fiend knew the effect such an utterance would have. He was right.
Ulrim's face came fully back in to focus, with his anger flaring. "Don't say that! That traitorous..." He cut his words off, but the effect had worked. His trollish honor had flooded him with his fae seeming. Cineris' expression was that of an ever so slight grin.
"I'm sorry, Ulrim. Calm down. All I'm saying is that you're really upset. What's wrong?"
Ulrim went silent for a moment, staring at his feet. The chimera let him keep his peace. It stretched longer than either cared to count for the moment, but finally, Ulrim looked up and said, "Cineris, Yours Truly will be staying with us for a while. She's a guest in this house, and she will be treated as such. Please don't give her too much hassle, alright?"
"But why, Ulrim? What could she possibly--"
"She is with child. My child."
Cineris lapsed in to a stunned silence. Ulrim continued to evaluate the hairs for his newest project.
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