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The missive had been a mystery. Leto felt a little foolish having to read it over and over again for the words to sink in. Finally, after trying to figure out what in the name of the gods could have caused him to be restricted to his own house, Leto decided to pen a letter asking those exact questions. Within a few hours of the missive being sent, the messenger returned and stated that Lord Silanos of Valaoritis was not receiving any outside missives at this time.
Ah. So, it was that serious.
With a stubborn streak, and particularly towards obstacles stood in her way, Leto set out out toward the Valaoritis manor in Midas, feigning a trip to Lady Iolanthe, as she had done with frequency since the noblewoman's arrival in Midas. Choosing not to draw too much attention to herself by riding Eteon through the Upper Levels, Leto set out through the streets by foot. Somewhat consciously, she pulled her himation over her hair and shoulders, as well as the cloth satchel that crossed her body and rested in the middle of her back.
Silvery blue eyes flicked across the few faces on the street, noting with some relief that the late-afternoon heat kept many indoors and out of sight. Good. The last thing she needed was for one of Magnus' 'friends' to find out about this excursion and start asking questions. As an extra precaution, in case any of his friends and recognized her and decided to tail her, she made a rather odd circuit to get to the Valaoritis manor, stopping at a few vendors along the way and continually checking for familiar figures as she went.
Once she was assured that no familiar eyes were upon her, she slowly maneuvered to the Manor, noting the statuesque nature of it. With it's main entrance openly presented, with a footman present, Leto noted the high walls that extended from the side and along the edge - clearly a set of gardens. Leto watched cautiously for a moment, noting the footman enter into a conversation with someone from within the house before stepping inside briefly.
Cautiously but with enough purpose to her step to keep from suspicion, she slipped around the corner of the walls to the garden, making her way around until she found an area of uneven exterior stonework along the wall that gave her enough of a foothold. In a slight surge, she caught her fingertips on the edge of the wall and peered over. The gardens were gloriously empty, and on this narrow sidepath to the house, she glanced up and saw into a window.
In the light of day and with no lamp burning within, Leto had a hard time telling for a moment - but then she noted a bit of motion in the second story window. A familiar profile that confirmed her suspicions. Sending up a little prayer in hopes that Silanos had no twin siblings, she glanced side to side briefly before hoisting herself over the edge of the wall and landing with a quiet thud.
Swiftly crossing to press herself against the edge of the house, she glanced inside the window directly beneath her target, noting an empty room that thankfully had a closed interior door. So long as no one walked into that room in the instance she started on this, she would be just fine. Once again ensuring that the bag across her hips would remain in place, she took a deep breath, exhaling with a slight smile as her body went through the familiar motions of finding footholds on the bottom window sill, and then on the top molding of the window as well.
In many ways, the more ornate decorations around the window helped significantly compared to the simple molding that had surrounded her childhood home in Chaossis. The height she had gained over the years also made this surprisingly easier than she had anticipated. Slightly winded, she found purchase with both feet on the top window molding and had a firm grip on the window sill at hand, peering through.
Glancing along the way, she was thankful that this window was on the back of the house so no one could see her from the street, as she tapped lightly against the frame with a fingernail to get his attention, grinning a bit smugly, despite the bead of sweat that threatened to trickle into her brow as she pulled herself up and over the sill with a slight grunt.
"A hand, please?" she whispered, extending an arm out towards him as she tried to swing her knee and ankle up into the sill as well.
This would be a highly embarrassing way to die.
Magnus would have so many questions.
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The missive had been a mystery. Leto felt a little foolish having to read it over and over again for the words to sink in. Finally, after trying to figure out what in the name of the gods could have caused him to be restricted to his own house, Leto decided to pen a letter asking those exact questions. Within a few hours of the missive being sent, the messenger returned and stated that Lord Silanos of Valaoritis was not receiving any outside missives at this time.
Ah. So, it was that serious.
With a stubborn streak, and particularly towards obstacles stood in her way, Leto set out out toward the Valaoritis manor in Midas, feigning a trip to Lady Iolanthe, as she had done with frequency since the noblewoman's arrival in Midas. Choosing not to draw too much attention to herself by riding Eteon through the Upper Levels, Leto set out through the streets by foot. Somewhat consciously, she pulled her himation over her hair and shoulders, as well as the cloth satchel that crossed her body and rested in the middle of her back.
Silvery blue eyes flicked across the few faces on the street, noting with some relief that the late-afternoon heat kept many indoors and out of sight. Good. The last thing she needed was for one of Magnus' 'friends' to find out about this excursion and start asking questions. As an extra precaution, in case any of his friends and recognized her and decided to tail her, she made a rather odd circuit to get to the Valaoritis manor, stopping at a few vendors along the way and continually checking for familiar figures as she went.
Once she was assured that no familiar eyes were upon her, she slowly maneuvered to the Manor, noting the statuesque nature of it. With it's main entrance openly presented, with a footman present, Leto noted the high walls that extended from the side and along the edge - clearly a set of gardens. Leto watched cautiously for a moment, noting the footman enter into a conversation with someone from within the house before stepping inside briefly.
Cautiously but with enough purpose to her step to keep from suspicion, she slipped around the corner of the walls to the garden, making her way around until she found an area of uneven exterior stonework along the wall that gave her enough of a foothold. In a slight surge, she caught her fingertips on the edge of the wall and peered over. The gardens were gloriously empty, and on this narrow sidepath to the house, she glanced up and saw into a window.
In the light of day and with no lamp burning within, Leto had a hard time telling for a moment - but then she noted a bit of motion in the second story window. A familiar profile that confirmed her suspicions. Sending up a little prayer in hopes that Silanos had no twin siblings, she glanced side to side briefly before hoisting herself over the edge of the wall and landing with a quiet thud.
Swiftly crossing to press herself against the edge of the house, she glanced inside the window directly beneath her target, noting an empty room that thankfully had a closed interior door. So long as no one walked into that room in the instance she started on this, she would be just fine. Once again ensuring that the bag across her hips would remain in place, she took a deep breath, exhaling with a slight smile as her body went through the familiar motions of finding footholds on the bottom window sill, and then on the top molding of the window as well.
In many ways, the more ornate decorations around the window helped significantly compared to the simple molding that had surrounded her childhood home in Chaossis. The height she had gained over the years also made this surprisingly easier than she had anticipated. Slightly winded, she found purchase with both feet on the top window molding and had a firm grip on the window sill at hand, peering through.
Glancing along the way, she was thankful that this window was on the back of the house so no one could see her from the street, as she tapped lightly against the frame with a fingernail to get his attention, grinning a bit smugly, despite the bead of sweat that threatened to trickle into her brow as she pulled herself up and over the sill with a slight grunt.
"A hand, please?" she whispered, extending an arm out towards him as she tried to swing her knee and ankle up into the sill as well.
This would be a highly embarrassing way to die.
Magnus would have so many questions.
The missive had been a mystery. Leto felt a little foolish having to read it over and over again for the words to sink in. Finally, after trying to figure out what in the name of the gods could have caused him to be restricted to his own house, Leto decided to pen a letter asking those exact questions. Within a few hours of the missive being sent, the messenger returned and stated that Lord Silanos of Valaoritis was not receiving any outside missives at this time.
Ah. So, it was that serious.
With a stubborn streak, and particularly towards obstacles stood in her way, Leto set out out toward the Valaoritis manor in Midas, feigning a trip to Lady Iolanthe, as she had done with frequency since the noblewoman's arrival in Midas. Choosing not to draw too much attention to herself by riding Eteon through the Upper Levels, Leto set out through the streets by foot. Somewhat consciously, she pulled her himation over her hair and shoulders, as well as the cloth satchel that crossed her body and rested in the middle of her back.
Silvery blue eyes flicked across the few faces on the street, noting with some relief that the late-afternoon heat kept many indoors and out of sight. Good. The last thing she needed was for one of Magnus' 'friends' to find out about this excursion and start asking questions. As an extra precaution, in case any of his friends and recognized her and decided to tail her, she made a rather odd circuit to get to the Valaoritis manor, stopping at a few vendors along the way and continually checking for familiar figures as she went.
Once she was assured that no familiar eyes were upon her, she slowly maneuvered to the Manor, noting the statuesque nature of it. With it's main entrance openly presented, with a footman present, Leto noted the high walls that extended from the side and along the edge - clearly a set of gardens. Leto watched cautiously for a moment, noting the footman enter into a conversation with someone from within the house before stepping inside briefly.
Cautiously but with enough purpose to her step to keep from suspicion, she slipped around the corner of the walls to the garden, making her way around until she found an area of uneven exterior stonework along the wall that gave her enough of a foothold. In a slight surge, she caught her fingertips on the edge of the wall and peered over. The gardens were gloriously empty, and on this narrow sidepath to the house, she glanced up and saw into a window.
In the light of day and with no lamp burning within, Leto had a hard time telling for a moment - but then she noted a bit of motion in the second story window. A familiar profile that confirmed her suspicions. Sending up a little prayer in hopes that Silanos had no twin siblings, she glanced side to side briefly before hoisting herself over the edge of the wall and landing with a quiet thud.
Swiftly crossing to press herself against the edge of the house, she glanced inside the window directly beneath her target, noting an empty room that thankfully had a closed interior door. So long as no one walked into that room in the instance she started on this, she would be just fine. Once again ensuring that the bag across her hips would remain in place, she took a deep breath, exhaling with a slight smile as her body went through the familiar motions of finding footholds on the bottom window sill, and then on the top molding of the window as well.
In many ways, the more ornate decorations around the window helped significantly compared to the simple molding that had surrounded her childhood home in Chaossis. The height she had gained over the years also made this surprisingly easier than she had anticipated. Slightly winded, she found purchase with both feet on the top window molding and had a firm grip on the window sill at hand, peering through.
Glancing along the way, she was thankful that this window was on the back of the house so no one could see her from the street, as she tapped lightly against the frame with a fingernail to get his attention, grinning a bit smugly, despite the bead of sweat that threatened to trickle into her brow as she pulled herself up and over the sill with a slight grunt.
"A hand, please?" she whispered, extending an arm out towards him as she tried to swing her knee and ankle up into the sill as well.
This would be a highly embarrassing way to die.
Magnus would have so many questions.
This was tiresome. Silanos thought he must have worn a path on the smooth tiles as he paced the confines of his chambers like a caged lion. He alternated between that and lying despondently on his bed, thumbing distractedly through the books and scrolls discarded there, unable to settle to anything. After his escape on what was supposed to be the first day of his confinement, he had at least observed the rules to some degree since.
He had flirted with the pretty maid that brought him breakfast each day, had ‘taken some air’ in the garden with the ever present shadow of the guard at his back, written letters, had read every book at his disposal. Now he was about ready to go out of his mind with boredom, and so he was pacing again. Timaeus had seen fit to intensify his misery by instructing the servants not to serve him wine and it meant sleep had been even more scant than usual which only added to his bad mood.
He supposed he should not have been surprised- his brother had tried to impose the same ‘protection’ in Eubocris, before Silanos had so vehemently objected. And though Sil thought he’d relented in letting him remain in Midas, he should have known it would not be with free reign of the city. And thus he was reduced to this; alternating between pacing out his frustration in an attempt to stay awake, or trying to focus his tired mind on whatever books he could get his hands on. The gift from Leto had proven quite handy in that regard. For all his scorn regarding its childishness, it was at least easy for his weary brain to digest. He’d had to set it aside though, push off of the bed and was now writing an imaginary letter in his head to his brother, telling him exactly what he thought of this arrangement. Which was why, as he wandered down the long edge of his chambers, he startled as he did at the sound of a tap at the window. Silanos stifled what would have been a very undignified squeak of shock as his head whipped around to take in the self-satisfied grinning face of one Leto of Chaossis. He looked entirely flummoxed by her presence, moving without thought to assist her in her efforts until she had two feet safely on the floor, at which point he hissed an incredulous “What are you doing here?!”, darting a panicked look at the door. “ How are you here?” He held a finger up to his lips as he strained to hear if there was any sign of movement from outside his door. Sil held out a stilling hand toward his unexpected guest before he walked over toward the door that led out to the rest of the manor, and his gaze searched around for something he could put in the way of it that would at least slow anyone trying to enter. It was his own fault, the guard Daxos not entirely trusting given his earlier escape efforts, and now the soldier had developed an irritating habit of just coming in every so often to ensure his captive was still captive He didn’t want to imagine what would happen if he barged in to discover Leto had somehow mysteriously appeared. It might be enough to give the man a coronary. Maybe not such a bad thing… In the end, Silanos settled on a weighty marble sculpture that he moved as silently as he could to place as a door stop of sorts.
Then and only then did he return to Leto, He leant over the window sill and then turned back to her with disbelief written all over his face, which despite himself, was replaced by a grin to match her own. “You are crazy” he whispered.
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This was tiresome. Silanos thought he must have worn a path on the smooth tiles as he paced the confines of his chambers like a caged lion. He alternated between that and lying despondently on his bed, thumbing distractedly through the books and scrolls discarded there, unable to settle to anything. After his escape on what was supposed to be the first day of his confinement, he had at least observed the rules to some degree since.
He had flirted with the pretty maid that brought him breakfast each day, had ‘taken some air’ in the garden with the ever present shadow of the guard at his back, written letters, had read every book at his disposal. Now he was about ready to go out of his mind with boredom, and so he was pacing again. Timaeus had seen fit to intensify his misery by instructing the servants not to serve him wine and it meant sleep had been even more scant than usual which only added to his bad mood.
He supposed he should not have been surprised- his brother had tried to impose the same ‘protection’ in Eubocris, before Silanos had so vehemently objected. And though Sil thought he’d relented in letting him remain in Midas, he should have known it would not be with free reign of the city. And thus he was reduced to this; alternating between pacing out his frustration in an attempt to stay awake, or trying to focus his tired mind on whatever books he could get his hands on. The gift from Leto had proven quite handy in that regard. For all his scorn regarding its childishness, it was at least easy for his weary brain to digest. He’d had to set it aside though, push off of the bed and was now writing an imaginary letter in his head to his brother, telling him exactly what he thought of this arrangement. Which was why, as he wandered down the long edge of his chambers, he startled as he did at the sound of a tap at the window. Silanos stifled what would have been a very undignified squeak of shock as his head whipped around to take in the self-satisfied grinning face of one Leto of Chaossis. He looked entirely flummoxed by her presence, moving without thought to assist her in her efforts until she had two feet safely on the floor, at which point he hissed an incredulous “What are you doing here?!”, darting a panicked look at the door. “ How are you here?” He held a finger up to his lips as he strained to hear if there was any sign of movement from outside his door. Sil held out a stilling hand toward his unexpected guest before he walked over toward the door that led out to the rest of the manor, and his gaze searched around for something he could put in the way of it that would at least slow anyone trying to enter. It was his own fault, the guard Daxos not entirely trusting given his earlier escape efforts, and now the soldier had developed an irritating habit of just coming in every so often to ensure his captive was still captive He didn’t want to imagine what would happen if he barged in to discover Leto had somehow mysteriously appeared. It might be enough to give the man a coronary. Maybe not such a bad thing… In the end, Silanos settled on a weighty marble sculpture that he moved as silently as he could to place as a door stop of sorts.
Then and only then did he return to Leto, He leant over the window sill and then turned back to her with disbelief written all over his face, which despite himself, was replaced by a grin to match her own. “You are crazy” he whispered.
This was tiresome. Silanos thought he must have worn a path on the smooth tiles as he paced the confines of his chambers like a caged lion. He alternated between that and lying despondently on his bed, thumbing distractedly through the books and scrolls discarded there, unable to settle to anything. After his escape on what was supposed to be the first day of his confinement, he had at least observed the rules to some degree since.
He had flirted with the pretty maid that brought him breakfast each day, had ‘taken some air’ in the garden with the ever present shadow of the guard at his back, written letters, had read every book at his disposal. Now he was about ready to go out of his mind with boredom, and so he was pacing again. Timaeus had seen fit to intensify his misery by instructing the servants not to serve him wine and it meant sleep had been even more scant than usual which only added to his bad mood.
He supposed he should not have been surprised- his brother had tried to impose the same ‘protection’ in Eubocris, before Silanos had so vehemently objected. And though Sil thought he’d relented in letting him remain in Midas, he should have known it would not be with free reign of the city. And thus he was reduced to this; alternating between pacing out his frustration in an attempt to stay awake, or trying to focus his tired mind on whatever books he could get his hands on. The gift from Leto had proven quite handy in that regard. For all his scorn regarding its childishness, it was at least easy for his weary brain to digest. He’d had to set it aside though, push off of the bed and was now writing an imaginary letter in his head to his brother, telling him exactly what he thought of this arrangement. Which was why, as he wandered down the long edge of his chambers, he startled as he did at the sound of a tap at the window. Silanos stifled what would have been a very undignified squeak of shock as his head whipped around to take in the self-satisfied grinning face of one Leto of Chaossis. He looked entirely flummoxed by her presence, moving without thought to assist her in her efforts until she had two feet safely on the floor, at which point he hissed an incredulous “What are you doing here?!”, darting a panicked look at the door. “ How are you here?” He held a finger up to his lips as he strained to hear if there was any sign of movement from outside his door. Sil held out a stilling hand toward his unexpected guest before he walked over toward the door that led out to the rest of the manor, and his gaze searched around for something he could put in the way of it that would at least slow anyone trying to enter. It was his own fault, the guard Daxos not entirely trusting given his earlier escape efforts, and now the soldier had developed an irritating habit of just coming in every so often to ensure his captive was still captive He didn’t want to imagine what would happen if he barged in to discover Leto had somehow mysteriously appeared. It might be enough to give the man a coronary. Maybe not such a bad thing… In the end, Silanos settled on a weighty marble sculpture that he moved as silently as he could to place as a door stop of sorts.
Then and only then did he return to Leto, He leant over the window sill and then turned back to her with disbelief written all over his face, which despite himself, was replaced by a grin to match her own. “You are crazy” he whispered.
Leto's brows flew upward and then her face sprawled into a huge grin as she heard the nobleman squeak like a girl. Biting her bottom lip to keep from laughing as she accepted his help to finally enter the room. Before saying anything else, she used her forearm to wipe the sweat from her brow before it trickled into her eye. His incredulity in his whisper only allowed for a broad, smug grin to burst across her face again before she was silenced.
He went to check the door, listening to the other side intently before shifting a piece of furniture in front of it.
Oh. Oh, he really *was* captive in his own home.
The wheels in Leto's mind began to turn, immediately second-guessing the choice she had made. Almost instantly, she began to feel regret for this decision. After all, she had just crawled through a window into a noble's estate on a laugh, based on a missive and a notion of a bond collected from one night on a beach with the man.
All of these thoughts fluttered through her brain, but the adrenaline from having scaled the side of the house and the accompanying grin from Lord Silanos ended up wiping away those thoughts, reflecting it in a grin of her own. In that moment, she felt like she had eluded her true age, feeling like a teenager once again.
"That may be so. But, I told you I had a talent for climbing in windows," she whispered, feigning a haughty tone before her expression became more honest and forward, "And your household staff returned my missive, unread. So...I thought I would be my own messenger for a day." Leto shrugged a bit, which reminded her about the package over her shoulder, her expression lighting as she remembered.
"You mentioned your boredom, so, I brought you a few things to remedy it," she murmured, crossing over to the bed and removing her himation from her head and removing the satchel from across her body. Setting it onto the bed, she pulled out a few wrapped items - one distinctly in the shape of a bottle of wine, and two other that seemed to be books. She laid them out before him on the bed and took a step back, smiling with a sense of satisfaction as she watched his reactions.
Her eyes flicked to the door and the statue that guarded it and that mild feeling of uncertainty settled back into her gut. Shifting slightly, she asked in a hushed whispered, "Your missive...it was not a joke or exaggeration about being contained..." Leto paused a moment more before asking, "What did you do?"
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Leto's brows flew upward and then her face sprawled into a huge grin as she heard the nobleman squeak like a girl. Biting her bottom lip to keep from laughing as she accepted his help to finally enter the room. Before saying anything else, she used her forearm to wipe the sweat from her brow before it trickled into her eye. His incredulity in his whisper only allowed for a broad, smug grin to burst across her face again before she was silenced.
He went to check the door, listening to the other side intently before shifting a piece of furniture in front of it.
Oh. Oh, he really *was* captive in his own home.
The wheels in Leto's mind began to turn, immediately second-guessing the choice she had made. Almost instantly, she began to feel regret for this decision. After all, she had just crawled through a window into a noble's estate on a laugh, based on a missive and a notion of a bond collected from one night on a beach with the man.
All of these thoughts fluttered through her brain, but the adrenaline from having scaled the side of the house and the accompanying grin from Lord Silanos ended up wiping away those thoughts, reflecting it in a grin of her own. In that moment, she felt like she had eluded her true age, feeling like a teenager once again.
"That may be so. But, I told you I had a talent for climbing in windows," she whispered, feigning a haughty tone before her expression became more honest and forward, "And your household staff returned my missive, unread. So...I thought I would be my own messenger for a day." Leto shrugged a bit, which reminded her about the package over her shoulder, her expression lighting as she remembered.
"You mentioned your boredom, so, I brought you a few things to remedy it," she murmured, crossing over to the bed and removing her himation from her head and removing the satchel from across her body. Setting it onto the bed, she pulled out a few wrapped items - one distinctly in the shape of a bottle of wine, and two other that seemed to be books. She laid them out before him on the bed and took a step back, smiling with a sense of satisfaction as she watched his reactions.
Her eyes flicked to the door and the statue that guarded it and that mild feeling of uncertainty settled back into her gut. Shifting slightly, she asked in a hushed whispered, "Your missive...it was not a joke or exaggeration about being contained..." Leto paused a moment more before asking, "What did you do?"
Leto's brows flew upward and then her face sprawled into a huge grin as she heard the nobleman squeak like a girl. Biting her bottom lip to keep from laughing as she accepted his help to finally enter the room. Before saying anything else, she used her forearm to wipe the sweat from her brow before it trickled into her eye. His incredulity in his whisper only allowed for a broad, smug grin to burst across her face again before she was silenced.
He went to check the door, listening to the other side intently before shifting a piece of furniture in front of it.
Oh. Oh, he really *was* captive in his own home.
The wheels in Leto's mind began to turn, immediately second-guessing the choice she had made. Almost instantly, she began to feel regret for this decision. After all, she had just crawled through a window into a noble's estate on a laugh, based on a missive and a notion of a bond collected from one night on a beach with the man.
All of these thoughts fluttered through her brain, but the adrenaline from having scaled the side of the house and the accompanying grin from Lord Silanos ended up wiping away those thoughts, reflecting it in a grin of her own. In that moment, she felt like she had eluded her true age, feeling like a teenager once again.
"That may be so. But, I told you I had a talent for climbing in windows," she whispered, feigning a haughty tone before her expression became more honest and forward, "And your household staff returned my missive, unread. So...I thought I would be my own messenger for a day." Leto shrugged a bit, which reminded her about the package over her shoulder, her expression lighting as she remembered.
"You mentioned your boredom, so, I brought you a few things to remedy it," she murmured, crossing over to the bed and removing her himation from her head and removing the satchel from across her body. Setting it onto the bed, she pulled out a few wrapped items - one distinctly in the shape of a bottle of wine, and two other that seemed to be books. She laid them out before him on the bed and took a step back, smiling with a sense of satisfaction as she watched his reactions.
Her eyes flicked to the door and the statue that guarded it and that mild feeling of uncertainty settled back into her gut. Shifting slightly, she asked in a hushed whispered, "Your missive...it was not a joke or exaggeration about being contained..." Leto paused a moment more before asking, "What did you do?"
Silanos knew this was a terrible idea, knew that if they were caught there would be hell to pay, but he could not prevent how exceedingly pleased he felt at seeing Leto, at finding some reprieve from the monotony of his day. Casting another wary look toward the door, he turned back toward her and frowned when she explained her returned message. That was another layer of misery then, if he wasn’t even being allowed messages. He would speak to his brother, and try and keep his temper in check this time.
“I didn’t realise” he said with a dissatisfied sigh, before looking on with interest as she
unpacked her bag, sliding an appreciative glance towards the young woman as she laid out a few packages on the bed.
“Would it be too much to say you are my hero?” he whispered back, finding it hard not to be swept up in the danger of it all, the heady recklessness he could feel thrumming through his veins so much more appealing than the weary boredom he had endured for three days now. Three days! Sil laughed softly and reached for one of the less obvious packages first, turning it over in his hands as he muttered “People don’t surprise me very often Leto of Chaossis. But you have definitely done that”
He had not gotten as far as opening it though, before there was another whisper sent his way and Sil’s hands stilled. He looked at his unexpected guest appraisingly, he didn’t want to talk about it, and didn’t know if he could really trust Leto, but then she was here, having snuck in to see him. Of course she would want to know why he was being cooped up like a criminal.
“Start with the easy questions why don’t you” he said in a hushed tone, before sighing and throwing a look towards the door. To his surprise, he realised that he actually cared what Leto thought enough not to be particularly enamoured with the idea of telling her what had landed him in this mess, and he was seriously considering making something up as he motioned for her to take a seat.
As he leant his rangy form against the wall, keeping a little distance between them just in case, Silanos turned over other possible explanations. He shouldn’t speak of what had really happened, but a lie wasn’t coming easily, and as he looked at those strange dark eyes looking at him, he gave a resigned shrug. “Got caught with someone I shouldn’t have”. The irony of it didn’t escape him, but at least he had no intention of kissing Leto, and that should at least stand in his favour. Possibly. Or he was going to Hades anyway, and so why did it even fucking matter.
He returned his focus to the package he still held, changed the subject deftly. “What’s this then? And maybe more importantly, what’s that?” He nodded at the bottle shaped item next to her on the bed, one eyebrow lifted.
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Silanos knew this was a terrible idea, knew that if they were caught there would be hell to pay, but he could not prevent how exceedingly pleased he felt at seeing Leto, at finding some reprieve from the monotony of his day. Casting another wary look toward the door, he turned back toward her and frowned when she explained her returned message. That was another layer of misery then, if he wasn’t even being allowed messages. He would speak to his brother, and try and keep his temper in check this time.
“I didn’t realise” he said with a dissatisfied sigh, before looking on with interest as she
unpacked her bag, sliding an appreciative glance towards the young woman as she laid out a few packages on the bed.
“Would it be too much to say you are my hero?” he whispered back, finding it hard not to be swept up in the danger of it all, the heady recklessness he could feel thrumming through his veins so much more appealing than the weary boredom he had endured for three days now. Three days! Sil laughed softly and reached for one of the less obvious packages first, turning it over in his hands as he muttered “People don’t surprise me very often Leto of Chaossis. But you have definitely done that”
He had not gotten as far as opening it though, before there was another whisper sent his way and Sil’s hands stilled. He looked at his unexpected guest appraisingly, he didn’t want to talk about it, and didn’t know if he could really trust Leto, but then she was here, having snuck in to see him. Of course she would want to know why he was being cooped up like a criminal.
“Start with the easy questions why don’t you” he said in a hushed tone, before sighing and throwing a look towards the door. To his surprise, he realised that he actually cared what Leto thought enough not to be particularly enamoured with the idea of telling her what had landed him in this mess, and he was seriously considering making something up as he motioned for her to take a seat.
As he leant his rangy form against the wall, keeping a little distance between them just in case, Silanos turned over other possible explanations. He shouldn’t speak of what had really happened, but a lie wasn’t coming easily, and as he looked at those strange dark eyes looking at him, he gave a resigned shrug. “Got caught with someone I shouldn’t have”. The irony of it didn’t escape him, but at least he had no intention of kissing Leto, and that should at least stand in his favour. Possibly. Or he was going to Hades anyway, and so why did it even fucking matter.
He returned his focus to the package he still held, changed the subject deftly. “What’s this then? And maybe more importantly, what’s that?” He nodded at the bottle shaped item next to her on the bed, one eyebrow lifted.
Silanos knew this was a terrible idea, knew that if they were caught there would be hell to pay, but he could not prevent how exceedingly pleased he felt at seeing Leto, at finding some reprieve from the monotony of his day. Casting another wary look toward the door, he turned back toward her and frowned when she explained her returned message. That was another layer of misery then, if he wasn’t even being allowed messages. He would speak to his brother, and try and keep his temper in check this time.
“I didn’t realise” he said with a dissatisfied sigh, before looking on with interest as she
unpacked her bag, sliding an appreciative glance towards the young woman as she laid out a few packages on the bed.
“Would it be too much to say you are my hero?” he whispered back, finding it hard not to be swept up in the danger of it all, the heady recklessness he could feel thrumming through his veins so much more appealing than the weary boredom he had endured for three days now. Three days! Sil laughed softly and reached for one of the less obvious packages first, turning it over in his hands as he muttered “People don’t surprise me very often Leto of Chaossis. But you have definitely done that”
He had not gotten as far as opening it though, before there was another whisper sent his way and Sil’s hands stilled. He looked at his unexpected guest appraisingly, he didn’t want to talk about it, and didn’t know if he could really trust Leto, but then she was here, having snuck in to see him. Of course she would want to know why he was being cooped up like a criminal.
“Start with the easy questions why don’t you” he said in a hushed tone, before sighing and throwing a look towards the door. To his surprise, he realised that he actually cared what Leto thought enough not to be particularly enamoured with the idea of telling her what had landed him in this mess, and he was seriously considering making something up as he motioned for her to take a seat.
As he leant his rangy form against the wall, keeping a little distance between them just in case, Silanos turned over other possible explanations. He shouldn’t speak of what had really happened, but a lie wasn’t coming easily, and as he looked at those strange dark eyes looking at him, he gave a resigned shrug. “Got caught with someone I shouldn’t have”. The irony of it didn’t escape him, but at least he had no intention of kissing Leto, and that should at least stand in his favour. Possibly. Or he was going to Hades anyway, and so why did it even fucking matter.
He returned his focus to the package he still held, changed the subject deftly. “What’s this then? And maybe more importantly, what’s that?” He nodded at the bottle shaped item next to her on the bed, one eyebrow lifted.
The soldier had been working outside the young lord's door for the third time today. He had brought a few weights that he was currently lifting while sitting down. He didn't want to be here. He would much rather be back in Eubocris with his daughter, or even running drills with the men in the barracks. Yet he was here, as ordered by the baron.
His grunts could be heard down the hall. Unless someone was bringing food or lamp oil for the young lord, almost everyone got turned away from the door. Silanos wasn't allowed to leave unless specified by the baron. He had made that mistake once, and he wouldn't do it again.
He could feel his muscles begin to ache and sighed, there wasn't much to do besides work out when all he had to do was watch a man-child. It had become a boring and tiresome job quickly. Sometimes he wished the young lord would try to run away from him again, to give this dull and mundane job a bit of pizzazz, but the young lord had seemed to learn his lesson.
He sat the weights down and massaged his arms. Sighing he poured himself a cup of water from a pitcher that sat on a table next to him. Taking a draw from it, he felt the cool liquid slide down his dry throat and he let out a satisfied gasp. Standing up from his seat he began to stretch.
It was then he heard what seemed to be some type of scraping from the young lord's room. The soldier eyed the door cautiously. He had been checking on the young lord less frequently than normal this week, mostly because he assumed the young lord was finally understanding that Daxos was dead serious about his job.
He placed his ear softly to the door to hear anything else. At first, he couldn't hear anything. The door was thick and heavy, so he wasn't sure he'd be able to hear anything. He placed his hands on the door handle, contemplating bothering the young lord. He had been lucky so far as to not catch the young lord... relieving his stresses, but he knew that it'd be a matter of time before he would.
He paused for many moments before deciding that he should just poke his head in. He went to open the door, finding that it stopped after only a couple inches open. The soldier was taken back and tried to push it harder. As he did he could hear something scraping against the ground.
That little shit! He felt his face grow hot and he placed his face near the small opening, "Lord Silanos," his voice was strained and low, "if you are still in your room, I suggest you move whatever it is blocking this door before I bust it down. If you're not in your room, well I suppose I'll have to talk to your brother."
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The soldier had been working outside the young lord's door for the third time today. He had brought a few weights that he was currently lifting while sitting down. He didn't want to be here. He would much rather be back in Eubocris with his daughter, or even running drills with the men in the barracks. Yet he was here, as ordered by the baron.
His grunts could be heard down the hall. Unless someone was bringing food or lamp oil for the young lord, almost everyone got turned away from the door. Silanos wasn't allowed to leave unless specified by the baron. He had made that mistake once, and he wouldn't do it again.
He could feel his muscles begin to ache and sighed, there wasn't much to do besides work out when all he had to do was watch a man-child. It had become a boring and tiresome job quickly. Sometimes he wished the young lord would try to run away from him again, to give this dull and mundane job a bit of pizzazz, but the young lord had seemed to learn his lesson.
He sat the weights down and massaged his arms. Sighing he poured himself a cup of water from a pitcher that sat on a table next to him. Taking a draw from it, he felt the cool liquid slide down his dry throat and he let out a satisfied gasp. Standing up from his seat he began to stretch.
It was then he heard what seemed to be some type of scraping from the young lord's room. The soldier eyed the door cautiously. He had been checking on the young lord less frequently than normal this week, mostly because he assumed the young lord was finally understanding that Daxos was dead serious about his job.
He placed his ear softly to the door to hear anything else. At first, he couldn't hear anything. The door was thick and heavy, so he wasn't sure he'd be able to hear anything. He placed his hands on the door handle, contemplating bothering the young lord. He had been lucky so far as to not catch the young lord... relieving his stresses, but he knew that it'd be a matter of time before he would.
He paused for many moments before deciding that he should just poke his head in. He went to open the door, finding that it stopped after only a couple inches open. The soldier was taken back and tried to push it harder. As he did he could hear something scraping against the ground.
That little shit! He felt his face grow hot and he placed his face near the small opening, "Lord Silanos," his voice was strained and low, "if you are still in your room, I suggest you move whatever it is blocking this door before I bust it down. If you're not in your room, well I suppose I'll have to talk to your brother."
The soldier had been working outside the young lord's door for the third time today. He had brought a few weights that he was currently lifting while sitting down. He didn't want to be here. He would much rather be back in Eubocris with his daughter, or even running drills with the men in the barracks. Yet he was here, as ordered by the baron.
His grunts could be heard down the hall. Unless someone was bringing food or lamp oil for the young lord, almost everyone got turned away from the door. Silanos wasn't allowed to leave unless specified by the baron. He had made that mistake once, and he wouldn't do it again.
He could feel his muscles begin to ache and sighed, there wasn't much to do besides work out when all he had to do was watch a man-child. It had become a boring and tiresome job quickly. Sometimes he wished the young lord would try to run away from him again, to give this dull and mundane job a bit of pizzazz, but the young lord had seemed to learn his lesson.
He sat the weights down and massaged his arms. Sighing he poured himself a cup of water from a pitcher that sat on a table next to him. Taking a draw from it, he felt the cool liquid slide down his dry throat and he let out a satisfied gasp. Standing up from his seat he began to stretch.
It was then he heard what seemed to be some type of scraping from the young lord's room. The soldier eyed the door cautiously. He had been checking on the young lord less frequently than normal this week, mostly because he assumed the young lord was finally understanding that Daxos was dead serious about his job.
He placed his ear softly to the door to hear anything else. At first, he couldn't hear anything. The door was thick and heavy, so he wasn't sure he'd be able to hear anything. He placed his hands on the door handle, contemplating bothering the young lord. He had been lucky so far as to not catch the young lord... relieving his stresses, but he knew that it'd be a matter of time before he would.
He paused for many moments before deciding that he should just poke his head in. He went to open the door, finding that it stopped after only a couple inches open. The soldier was taken back and tried to push it harder. As he did he could hear something scraping against the ground.
That little shit! He felt his face grow hot and he placed his face near the small opening, "Lord Silanos," his voice was strained and low, "if you are still in your room, I suggest you move whatever it is blocking this door before I bust it down. If you're not in your room, well I suppose I'll have to talk to your brother."
A smug grin kept tugging at the corners of her lips, forming a smile that was not the most attractive in the world, but was certainly genuine. Yes, this had been an extreme choice that she chanced, but to be quite honest, very few exciting things happened in her life.
"I must admit, I surprised myself in doing so as well," Leto admitted, her whisper still slightly winded by her climb.
Since the moment her path crossed with the young lord's in the dead of night on a silent beach, that had changed. The missives he sent punctuated her rather routine existence in the household - and she never realized just how wonderful of a feeling it was to know that one thought of another to write a letter. Perhaps it was the sentimentality of the literature she read that put her in that headspace, as she did her best not to overthink it.
After all, most people did not exude excitement simply by having a new friend.
A newly imprisioned friend, it would seem, her mind reminded her not so delicately. His answers were as vague as they could have been, and unsettled her slightly as she took a seat and eyed the statuary blocking the door. Not willing to let the young man settle into a sour mood, Leto smirked again, unwrapping the bottle of wine so that he could inspect it further.
"What, caught in a dark corner with a married woman?" Her tone was entirely teasing as she glanced around, realizing she failed to bring anything to de-cork the bottle of wine.
The rattling at the door nearly caused her to drop the bottle entirely as the sound of another man's demands for entry startled her, yet she had the wherewithal to cover her mouth to stifle the sounds. Blue eyes were blown wide as saucers as they made contact with Silanos from where she sat.
Her head swung around briefly to see if there were anywhere reasonable to hide before she hit the floorboards as quietly as she could, the bottle of wine making only the slightest thunk, thankfully drowned out by the rattling of the wooden door against the heavy statue.
Scrambling on her elbows and knees until she pressed herself against the furthest corner of the bed, flat as possible, she watched helpelessly with wide eyes and a covered mouth as the statue shifted, feeling much like a frightened cat.
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A smug grin kept tugging at the corners of her lips, forming a smile that was not the most attractive in the world, but was certainly genuine. Yes, this had been an extreme choice that she chanced, but to be quite honest, very few exciting things happened in her life.
"I must admit, I surprised myself in doing so as well," Leto admitted, her whisper still slightly winded by her climb.
Since the moment her path crossed with the young lord's in the dead of night on a silent beach, that had changed. The missives he sent punctuated her rather routine existence in the household - and she never realized just how wonderful of a feeling it was to know that one thought of another to write a letter. Perhaps it was the sentimentality of the literature she read that put her in that headspace, as she did her best not to overthink it.
After all, most people did not exude excitement simply by having a new friend.
A newly imprisioned friend, it would seem, her mind reminded her not so delicately. His answers were as vague as they could have been, and unsettled her slightly as she took a seat and eyed the statuary blocking the door. Not willing to let the young man settle into a sour mood, Leto smirked again, unwrapping the bottle of wine so that he could inspect it further.
"What, caught in a dark corner with a married woman?" Her tone was entirely teasing as she glanced around, realizing she failed to bring anything to de-cork the bottle of wine.
The rattling at the door nearly caused her to drop the bottle entirely as the sound of another man's demands for entry startled her, yet she had the wherewithal to cover her mouth to stifle the sounds. Blue eyes were blown wide as saucers as they made contact with Silanos from where she sat.
Her head swung around briefly to see if there were anywhere reasonable to hide before she hit the floorboards as quietly as she could, the bottle of wine making only the slightest thunk, thankfully drowned out by the rattling of the wooden door against the heavy statue.
Scrambling on her elbows and knees until she pressed herself against the furthest corner of the bed, flat as possible, she watched helpelessly with wide eyes and a covered mouth as the statue shifted, feeling much like a frightened cat.
A smug grin kept tugging at the corners of her lips, forming a smile that was not the most attractive in the world, but was certainly genuine. Yes, this had been an extreme choice that she chanced, but to be quite honest, very few exciting things happened in her life.
"I must admit, I surprised myself in doing so as well," Leto admitted, her whisper still slightly winded by her climb.
Since the moment her path crossed with the young lord's in the dead of night on a silent beach, that had changed. The missives he sent punctuated her rather routine existence in the household - and she never realized just how wonderful of a feeling it was to know that one thought of another to write a letter. Perhaps it was the sentimentality of the literature she read that put her in that headspace, as she did her best not to overthink it.
After all, most people did not exude excitement simply by having a new friend.
A newly imprisioned friend, it would seem, her mind reminded her not so delicately. His answers were as vague as they could have been, and unsettled her slightly as she took a seat and eyed the statuary blocking the door. Not willing to let the young man settle into a sour mood, Leto smirked again, unwrapping the bottle of wine so that he could inspect it further.
"What, caught in a dark corner with a married woman?" Her tone was entirely teasing as she glanced around, realizing she failed to bring anything to de-cork the bottle of wine.
The rattling at the door nearly caused her to drop the bottle entirely as the sound of another man's demands for entry startled her, yet she had the wherewithal to cover her mouth to stifle the sounds. Blue eyes were blown wide as saucers as they made contact with Silanos from where she sat.
Her head swung around briefly to see if there were anywhere reasonable to hide before she hit the floorboards as quietly as she could, the bottle of wine making only the slightest thunk, thankfully drowned out by the rattling of the wooden door against the heavy statue.
Scrambling on her elbows and knees until she pressed herself against the furthest corner of the bed, flat as possible, she watched helpelessly with wide eyes and a covered mouth as the statue shifted, feeling much like a frightened cat.
He couldn’t even be annoyed by her too-smug grin, it was somehow endearing on her face, and Silanos was shaking his head. “Luckily I happen to like surprises” he said flippantly. His decision to write to her at all had been just as lightly made, and somehow that random decision to send her the star map had set forth a little too and fro of missives, mostly pointless and yet somehow entertaining at the same time.
And so when Timaeus had enacted this ridiculous confinement, it seemed natural as anything to send a letter bemoaning his imprisonment. Because Sil was quite good at feeling sorry for himself, especially if he didn’t dwell on the fuck ups that had left him in this unfortunate position.
Which was why telling all to Leto did not really appeal, and so he deliberately kept it vague before casually redirecting her focus elsewhere, watching her as she picked up the suspiciously bottle shaped package and unwrapped it, about to her offer her congratulations in her fine choice of wine when she opened her mouth first, pegging his misdemeanour without so much as a word more on it from him.Silanos froze. How did she…?
Gaping at her, trying to figure out if she knew something solid or had just made a lucky guess he was slow off the mark to register the sound at the door, and it wasn’t until Leto suddenly moved that he wrenched his attention away from her, just in time to hear Daxos’ voice ring out. He didn’t sound exactly pleased.
Fuck. The Valaoritis Lord had only a few moments to decide what to do. And though Sil was good at thinking on his feet, there were limits to even his talents, and he did not have the luxury of time to debate the wisdom of the first solution that came to mind. He needed to give the guard a good reason not to come in, that was all.
Throwing himself on the bed, he muttered a brief “Hera forgive me”, before blowing out a breath, throwing one arm behind his head and kicking a leg up, using his free hand pull up his chiton and to take himself ...in hand. Sil desperately tried not to think about Leto lying only inches below him, then reconsidered and wondered if it might help, and then firmly told himself no.
With a couple of hasty tugs, the young Lord answered Daxos’ question, thinking the slightly breathless quality to his voice wasn’t necessarily a bad addition. “Fuck’s sake Daxos. Doors shut, busting a nut. Give a man some privacy will you!”
And he didn’t have to fake feeling flustered, because there were limits even to Silanos’ audacity, and this was trampling all over them, but it would at least make sense as to why he had barred the door. If it worked, then he had saved both he and Leto a world of trouble. If it didn’t…. well that didn’t really bear thinking about.. Heart racing, Sil suddenly caught sight of the girl’s satchel crumpled at the foot of the bed and subtly kicked it off, hoping she would have the sense to draw it out of sight.
He was going to Hades for this
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He couldn’t even be annoyed by her too-smug grin, it was somehow endearing on her face, and Silanos was shaking his head. “Luckily I happen to like surprises” he said flippantly. His decision to write to her at all had been just as lightly made, and somehow that random decision to send her the star map had set forth a little too and fro of missives, mostly pointless and yet somehow entertaining at the same time.
And so when Timaeus had enacted this ridiculous confinement, it seemed natural as anything to send a letter bemoaning his imprisonment. Because Sil was quite good at feeling sorry for himself, especially if he didn’t dwell on the fuck ups that had left him in this unfortunate position.
Which was why telling all to Leto did not really appeal, and so he deliberately kept it vague before casually redirecting her focus elsewhere, watching her as she picked up the suspiciously bottle shaped package and unwrapped it, about to her offer her congratulations in her fine choice of wine when she opened her mouth first, pegging his misdemeanour without so much as a word more on it from him.Silanos froze. How did she…?
Gaping at her, trying to figure out if she knew something solid or had just made a lucky guess he was slow off the mark to register the sound at the door, and it wasn’t until Leto suddenly moved that he wrenched his attention away from her, just in time to hear Daxos’ voice ring out. He didn’t sound exactly pleased.
Fuck. The Valaoritis Lord had only a few moments to decide what to do. And though Sil was good at thinking on his feet, there were limits to even his talents, and he did not have the luxury of time to debate the wisdom of the first solution that came to mind. He needed to give the guard a good reason not to come in, that was all.
Throwing himself on the bed, he muttered a brief “Hera forgive me”, before blowing out a breath, throwing one arm behind his head and kicking a leg up, using his free hand pull up his chiton and to take himself ...in hand. Sil desperately tried not to think about Leto lying only inches below him, then reconsidered and wondered if it might help, and then firmly told himself no.
With a couple of hasty tugs, the young Lord answered Daxos’ question, thinking the slightly breathless quality to his voice wasn’t necessarily a bad addition. “Fuck’s sake Daxos. Doors shut, busting a nut. Give a man some privacy will you!”
And he didn’t have to fake feeling flustered, because there were limits even to Silanos’ audacity, and this was trampling all over them, but it would at least make sense as to why he had barred the door. If it worked, then he had saved both he and Leto a world of trouble. If it didn’t…. well that didn’t really bear thinking about.. Heart racing, Sil suddenly caught sight of the girl’s satchel crumpled at the foot of the bed and subtly kicked it off, hoping she would have the sense to draw it out of sight.
He was going to Hades for this
He couldn’t even be annoyed by her too-smug grin, it was somehow endearing on her face, and Silanos was shaking his head. “Luckily I happen to like surprises” he said flippantly. His decision to write to her at all had been just as lightly made, and somehow that random decision to send her the star map had set forth a little too and fro of missives, mostly pointless and yet somehow entertaining at the same time.
And so when Timaeus had enacted this ridiculous confinement, it seemed natural as anything to send a letter bemoaning his imprisonment. Because Sil was quite good at feeling sorry for himself, especially if he didn’t dwell on the fuck ups that had left him in this unfortunate position.
Which was why telling all to Leto did not really appeal, and so he deliberately kept it vague before casually redirecting her focus elsewhere, watching her as she picked up the suspiciously bottle shaped package and unwrapped it, about to her offer her congratulations in her fine choice of wine when she opened her mouth first, pegging his misdemeanour without so much as a word more on it from him.Silanos froze. How did she…?
Gaping at her, trying to figure out if she knew something solid or had just made a lucky guess he was slow off the mark to register the sound at the door, and it wasn’t until Leto suddenly moved that he wrenched his attention away from her, just in time to hear Daxos’ voice ring out. He didn’t sound exactly pleased.
Fuck. The Valaoritis Lord had only a few moments to decide what to do. And though Sil was good at thinking on his feet, there were limits to even his talents, and he did not have the luxury of time to debate the wisdom of the first solution that came to mind. He needed to give the guard a good reason not to come in, that was all.
Throwing himself on the bed, he muttered a brief “Hera forgive me”, before blowing out a breath, throwing one arm behind his head and kicking a leg up, using his free hand pull up his chiton and to take himself ...in hand. Sil desperately tried not to think about Leto lying only inches below him, then reconsidered and wondered if it might help, and then firmly told himself no.
With a couple of hasty tugs, the young Lord answered Daxos’ question, thinking the slightly breathless quality to his voice wasn’t necessarily a bad addition. “Fuck’s sake Daxos. Doors shut, busting a nut. Give a man some privacy will you!”
And he didn’t have to fake feeling flustered, because there were limits even to Silanos’ audacity, and this was trampling all over them, but it would at least make sense as to why he had barred the door. If it worked, then he had saved both he and Leto a world of trouble. If it didn’t…. well that didn’t really bear thinking about.. Heart racing, Sil suddenly caught sight of the girl’s satchel crumpled at the foot of the bed and subtly kicked it off, hoping she would have the sense to draw it out of sight.
He was going to Hades for this
Of course, when he thought about how he had been so lucky to have not caught him in the act, it seemed that this was to be the day. Daxos counted himself lucky that the young lord had the foresight to block the door. Daxos ceased his attempts to open the door, "sorry Lord Silanos, I expect the door to be free from obstruction within the hour, or I will bust this door down." His tone was apologetic but firm. He would remain on high alert. This was not the first time the young lord had tried to hoodwink the man. He closed the door but did not remove his hand from the handle.
The soldier contemplated going back to his workout. He could always check back later. He mulled the idea in his head. Did the young lord really want to escape that bad? Probably. Would he risk another man-handling by the soldier? That's the tricky one. He finally let go of the door handle, turning around.
The soldier quietly took his chair and set it closer to the door. He truly didn't want to hear the man stroking himself, but he could not have faith that this wasn't just some ploy to shake off the soldier. He would not be caught unawares. He grabbed a smaller weight and began to work on his biceps while doing his best to listen for any sign of skullduggery on Silanos' part.
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Of course, when he thought about how he had been so lucky to have not caught him in the act, it seemed that this was to be the day. Daxos counted himself lucky that the young lord had the foresight to block the door. Daxos ceased his attempts to open the door, "sorry Lord Silanos, I expect the door to be free from obstruction within the hour, or I will bust this door down." His tone was apologetic but firm. He would remain on high alert. This was not the first time the young lord had tried to hoodwink the man. He closed the door but did not remove his hand from the handle.
The soldier contemplated going back to his workout. He could always check back later. He mulled the idea in his head. Did the young lord really want to escape that bad? Probably. Would he risk another man-handling by the soldier? That's the tricky one. He finally let go of the door handle, turning around.
The soldier quietly took his chair and set it closer to the door. He truly didn't want to hear the man stroking himself, but he could not have faith that this wasn't just some ploy to shake off the soldier. He would not be caught unawares. He grabbed a smaller weight and began to work on his biceps while doing his best to listen for any sign of skullduggery on Silanos' part.
Of course, when he thought about how he had been so lucky to have not caught him in the act, it seemed that this was to be the day. Daxos counted himself lucky that the young lord had the foresight to block the door. Daxos ceased his attempts to open the door, "sorry Lord Silanos, I expect the door to be free from obstruction within the hour, or I will bust this door down." His tone was apologetic but firm. He would remain on high alert. This was not the first time the young lord had tried to hoodwink the man. He closed the door but did not remove his hand from the handle.
The soldier contemplated going back to his workout. He could always check back later. He mulled the idea in his head. Did the young lord really want to escape that bad? Probably. Would he risk another man-handling by the soldier? That's the tricky one. He finally let go of the door handle, turning around.
The soldier quietly took his chair and set it closer to the door. He truly didn't want to hear the man stroking himself, but he could not have faith that this wasn't just some ploy to shake off the soldier. He would not be caught unawares. He grabbed a smaller weight and began to work on his biceps while doing his best to listen for any sign of skullduggery on Silanos' part.
Above her head, Leto could hear a great deal of commotion and pressed herself further into the floorboards as if that would help. The sudden plop of her satchel on the ground at the foot of the bed sent her eyes wide. Quickly looking between the battered door and the satchel, Leto awkwardly used her elbows and her knees to shimmy herself across the floor.
Stretching as far as she could, she hooked the band of the satchel with two fingers and yanked it swiftly under the bed, belly-crawling once again in reverse as she tried to tuck herself into the darkest, furthest corner the bed could provide.
Pressed against the floorboards, she could hear her own breathing too loudly in her ears, even over the sound of the man fumbling above her. Using her hand, she covered her mouth to restrict her breath to her nose, quieting it significantly. Only then did she hear the exchange a bit more clearly.
Leto's face contorted into one of sheer disgust and appall as she made the realization as to what Silanos was doing....directly above her head. Scandalized for a moment, her thought shifted as the rattling against the door seemed to stop. The man guarding the door seemed to relent, providing Leto with just enough buffer of a time to be able to escape, she supposed.
The scandal of it all shifted in an even stranger way, with a smirk forming on her lips. Leto was impressed with how quickly Silanos thought of something so outrageous as to make this work and keep them from being caught.
The drag of chairlegs caught her attention. The man was sitting close to the door and would hear them if they spoke again. Silently, Leto shifted herself closer to the edge of the bed where Silanos' feet dangled, and she flapped a hand against them - to warn him she was going to come out from under the bed and that he better have everything put away where she could not see it.
With as little noise as she could make, Leto slide herself out from under the bed, aimlessly forgetting the satchel beneath the bed, but making her way to her feet quickly and turning to him. She pressed her forefinger against her lips, tapping it a few times before pointing to the door. She tilted her head towards the window, signaling she was going to make her way out.
Her expression still bore a flush and a smirk from the excitement and sheer scandal of it all, giving her a bit of a rush that a woman limited in adventure found tantalizing. Leto thought about how to express her next message without speaking, and gestured towards the door, then cupped her ear to indicate the man listening, and then pointing at Sil...starting at his chest, then down, then at his chest again.
The man beyond the door would be expecting Silanos to finish his....business.
And, as such, further sounds would help cover any noise made by her escape.
Raising her brows at him and blinking as if to say, 'Well, get to it' for him to start faking his bedroom noises, she pulled her headcovering back over her hair and made her way to the window. Her face screwed a bit awkwardly as he began the charade, feeling quite uncomfortable hearing the sounds, as well as the natural effect hearing such things seemed to have on her -regardless of who made them.
Slipping her legs out of the window to straddle it, she offered him a sly smirk and a soft wave before she began her descent out the window to retrace her steps back to the city streets of Midas.
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Above her head, Leto could hear a great deal of commotion and pressed herself further into the floorboards as if that would help. The sudden plop of her satchel on the ground at the foot of the bed sent her eyes wide. Quickly looking between the battered door and the satchel, Leto awkwardly used her elbows and her knees to shimmy herself across the floor.
Stretching as far as she could, she hooked the band of the satchel with two fingers and yanked it swiftly under the bed, belly-crawling once again in reverse as she tried to tuck herself into the darkest, furthest corner the bed could provide.
Pressed against the floorboards, she could hear her own breathing too loudly in her ears, even over the sound of the man fumbling above her. Using her hand, she covered her mouth to restrict her breath to her nose, quieting it significantly. Only then did she hear the exchange a bit more clearly.
Leto's face contorted into one of sheer disgust and appall as she made the realization as to what Silanos was doing....directly above her head. Scandalized for a moment, her thought shifted as the rattling against the door seemed to stop. The man guarding the door seemed to relent, providing Leto with just enough buffer of a time to be able to escape, she supposed.
The scandal of it all shifted in an even stranger way, with a smirk forming on her lips. Leto was impressed with how quickly Silanos thought of something so outrageous as to make this work and keep them from being caught.
The drag of chairlegs caught her attention. The man was sitting close to the door and would hear them if they spoke again. Silently, Leto shifted herself closer to the edge of the bed where Silanos' feet dangled, and she flapped a hand against them - to warn him she was going to come out from under the bed and that he better have everything put away where she could not see it.
With as little noise as she could make, Leto slide herself out from under the bed, aimlessly forgetting the satchel beneath the bed, but making her way to her feet quickly and turning to him. She pressed her forefinger against her lips, tapping it a few times before pointing to the door. She tilted her head towards the window, signaling she was going to make her way out.
Her expression still bore a flush and a smirk from the excitement and sheer scandal of it all, giving her a bit of a rush that a woman limited in adventure found tantalizing. Leto thought about how to express her next message without speaking, and gestured towards the door, then cupped her ear to indicate the man listening, and then pointing at Sil...starting at his chest, then down, then at his chest again.
The man beyond the door would be expecting Silanos to finish his....business.
And, as such, further sounds would help cover any noise made by her escape.
Raising her brows at him and blinking as if to say, 'Well, get to it' for him to start faking his bedroom noises, she pulled her headcovering back over her hair and made her way to the window. Her face screwed a bit awkwardly as he began the charade, feeling quite uncomfortable hearing the sounds, as well as the natural effect hearing such things seemed to have on her -regardless of who made them.
Slipping her legs out of the window to straddle it, she offered him a sly smirk and a soft wave before she began her descent out the window to retrace her steps back to the city streets of Midas.
Above her head, Leto could hear a great deal of commotion and pressed herself further into the floorboards as if that would help. The sudden plop of her satchel on the ground at the foot of the bed sent her eyes wide. Quickly looking between the battered door and the satchel, Leto awkwardly used her elbows and her knees to shimmy herself across the floor.
Stretching as far as she could, she hooked the band of the satchel with two fingers and yanked it swiftly under the bed, belly-crawling once again in reverse as she tried to tuck herself into the darkest, furthest corner the bed could provide.
Pressed against the floorboards, she could hear her own breathing too loudly in her ears, even over the sound of the man fumbling above her. Using her hand, she covered her mouth to restrict her breath to her nose, quieting it significantly. Only then did she hear the exchange a bit more clearly.
Leto's face contorted into one of sheer disgust and appall as she made the realization as to what Silanos was doing....directly above her head. Scandalized for a moment, her thought shifted as the rattling against the door seemed to stop. The man guarding the door seemed to relent, providing Leto with just enough buffer of a time to be able to escape, she supposed.
The scandal of it all shifted in an even stranger way, with a smirk forming on her lips. Leto was impressed with how quickly Silanos thought of something so outrageous as to make this work and keep them from being caught.
The drag of chairlegs caught her attention. The man was sitting close to the door and would hear them if they spoke again. Silently, Leto shifted herself closer to the edge of the bed where Silanos' feet dangled, and she flapped a hand against them - to warn him she was going to come out from under the bed and that he better have everything put away where she could not see it.
With as little noise as she could make, Leto slide herself out from under the bed, aimlessly forgetting the satchel beneath the bed, but making her way to her feet quickly and turning to him. She pressed her forefinger against her lips, tapping it a few times before pointing to the door. She tilted her head towards the window, signaling she was going to make her way out.
Her expression still bore a flush and a smirk from the excitement and sheer scandal of it all, giving her a bit of a rush that a woman limited in adventure found tantalizing. Leto thought about how to express her next message without speaking, and gestured towards the door, then cupped her ear to indicate the man listening, and then pointing at Sil...starting at his chest, then down, then at his chest again.
The man beyond the door would be expecting Silanos to finish his....business.
And, as such, further sounds would help cover any noise made by her escape.
Raising her brows at him and blinking as if to say, 'Well, get to it' for him to start faking his bedroom noises, she pulled her headcovering back over her hair and made her way to the window. Her face screwed a bit awkwardly as he began the charade, feeling quite uncomfortable hearing the sounds, as well as the natural effect hearing such things seemed to have on her -regardless of who made them.
Slipping her legs out of the window to straddle it, she offered him a sly smirk and a soft wave before she began her descent out the window to retrace her steps back to the city streets of Midas.
Ok, so perhaps he’d had better ideas. Daring as the Valaoritis Lord might be, he was not entirely without shame, and he was quite sure that he and his surprise visitor were not at the level of acquaintance that this could be anything other than painfully embarassing. Daxos would get over it, he was sure. Silanos still cringed as the door was pulled shut, but at least it had gotten rid of the man even if it had cost him his dignity. Which in the grand scheme of things was less important than his life, which might well have been forfeit had he been found with Leto. At least that was how he would justify it to himself, forever.
He didn’t need to wait for the tap on his ankle for him to have rearranged himself properly, pushing up to sitting and not quite mamanaging to meet Leto’s gaze as she reemerged from underneath his bed. When he did force himself to slant his eyes towards her it was to see her smirking and pressing a finger to her lips. He rolled his eyes. He would never live this down.
When she started acting out some kind of pantomime of instructions he lost his patience and glared at her, waving towards the window. Yes, he got the picture, thank you. Fucking Daxos. Fucking Timaeus. Fuck his life.
Hoping to the Gods that Leto at least left the bottle of wine because he thought he might need it, and then hoping that he didn’t get struck by Zeus’ very own lighnting before he had chance to even drink it, Silanos made a few semi-convincing noises that would hopefully satisfy any weird listening kinks that the guard outside his door had.
He would humiliate himself a little more to give her time to make her exit, because that was just the kind of nice guy he was, Silanos mused darkly as he gave what was surely an applaud worthy performance. Despite himself, the scowl he was wearing fell away,as he caught her little wave, and he bid her farewell with a shrug and a faint smile. He wondered if she’d ever come visiting again.
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Ok, so perhaps he’d had better ideas. Daring as the Valaoritis Lord might be, he was not entirely without shame, and he was quite sure that he and his surprise visitor were not at the level of acquaintance that this could be anything other than painfully embarassing. Daxos would get over it, he was sure. Silanos still cringed as the door was pulled shut, but at least it had gotten rid of the man even if it had cost him his dignity. Which in the grand scheme of things was less important than his life, which might well have been forfeit had he been found with Leto. At least that was how he would justify it to himself, forever.
He didn’t need to wait for the tap on his ankle for him to have rearranged himself properly, pushing up to sitting and not quite mamanaging to meet Leto’s gaze as she reemerged from underneath his bed. When he did force himself to slant his eyes towards her it was to see her smirking and pressing a finger to her lips. He rolled his eyes. He would never live this down.
When she started acting out some kind of pantomime of instructions he lost his patience and glared at her, waving towards the window. Yes, he got the picture, thank you. Fucking Daxos. Fucking Timaeus. Fuck his life.
Hoping to the Gods that Leto at least left the bottle of wine because he thought he might need it, and then hoping that he didn’t get struck by Zeus’ very own lighnting before he had chance to even drink it, Silanos made a few semi-convincing noises that would hopefully satisfy any weird listening kinks that the guard outside his door had.
He would humiliate himself a little more to give her time to make her exit, because that was just the kind of nice guy he was, Silanos mused darkly as he gave what was surely an applaud worthy performance. Despite himself, the scowl he was wearing fell away,as he caught her little wave, and he bid her farewell with a shrug and a faint smile. He wondered if she’d ever come visiting again.
Ok, so perhaps he’d had better ideas. Daring as the Valaoritis Lord might be, he was not entirely without shame, and he was quite sure that he and his surprise visitor were not at the level of acquaintance that this could be anything other than painfully embarassing. Daxos would get over it, he was sure. Silanos still cringed as the door was pulled shut, but at least it had gotten rid of the man even if it had cost him his dignity. Which in the grand scheme of things was less important than his life, which might well have been forfeit had he been found with Leto. At least that was how he would justify it to himself, forever.
He didn’t need to wait for the tap on his ankle for him to have rearranged himself properly, pushing up to sitting and not quite mamanaging to meet Leto’s gaze as she reemerged from underneath his bed. When he did force himself to slant his eyes towards her it was to see her smirking and pressing a finger to her lips. He rolled his eyes. He would never live this down.
When she started acting out some kind of pantomime of instructions he lost his patience and glared at her, waving towards the window. Yes, he got the picture, thank you. Fucking Daxos. Fucking Timaeus. Fuck his life.
Hoping to the Gods that Leto at least left the bottle of wine because he thought he might need it, and then hoping that he didn’t get struck by Zeus’ very own lighnting before he had chance to even drink it, Silanos made a few semi-convincing noises that would hopefully satisfy any weird listening kinks that the guard outside his door had.
He would humiliate himself a little more to give her time to make her exit, because that was just the kind of nice guy he was, Silanos mused darkly as he gave what was surely an applaud worthy performance. Despite himself, the scowl he was wearing fell away,as he caught her little wave, and he bid her farewell with a shrug and a faint smile. He wondered if she’d ever come visiting again.