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Gwyneth had told him that she wanted to go to Amiti's study for the books, and Thaddeus had promised to take her there. The hardest part wasn't waiting until Amiti was out of the room- it was waiting until Gwyneth was free from her duties. Whenever he thought there was an opportunity, his brother would find something for Gwyn to do. It was extremely annoying. And so, Thaddeus was patient. He didn't pass up the chance to smile in her direction every chance he got, but he held back. They were trying out being friends, but he also didn't want to be caught. At the same time, he didn't want to make her uncomfortable, either. The only thing he could do was wait.
It wasn't until about four days later that Thaddeus finally saw the perfect opportunity. His family was out doing things, and he was alone in the house with the help. This meant that Gwyn wouldn't be bothered as much, and Amiti wouldn't be in his study. It was perfect! And so, Thaddeus casually walked over to where Gwyn was, and gave her a huge smile. "Hi, Gwyn." His voice was soft and gentle, as if he was savoring the moment that her name fell from his lips. "I have a moment to take you to my brother's study now." Thaddeus whispered, even though there was no one really around to care. It just felt like it was still their secret. He grinned again and started to move towards where the study was.
"Come, follow me," He spoke quietly but calmly, before turning and heading towards their destination. He glanced to make sure Gwyn was following, and only stopped when he reached the doorway of the study. He leaned against the door frame, leaving enough space for Gwyn to slip through. "After you, my friend." Thad smiled at her, waiting for her to make the first move. The study was clean, and full of books that were organized on the shelves. There were papers neatly stacked on the desk that Amiti had been working with, but other then books and papers there wasn't much to the study. In the middle of the room was a colored rug- the one that Amiti always grew annoyed with him when Thad ate or did anything on it that might ruin it. He looked her over before pausing in thought. What did she say she wanted to do in the study again? Usually, the only person in the study was his brother, and after their last meeting, he couldn't seem to remember.
It came back to him quickly. Reading, he thought, she liked reading. "You know, I would still like to read to you." He spoke, looking at her. "Just pick whatever you want me to read, and I will read it." It felt good to be able to help her, and he hoped that this would make her happy. He'd do anything for her to be happy. Maybe reading to her would make her smile at him….
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Gwyneth had told him that she wanted to go to Amiti's study for the books, and Thaddeus had promised to take her there. The hardest part wasn't waiting until Amiti was out of the room- it was waiting until Gwyneth was free from her duties. Whenever he thought there was an opportunity, his brother would find something for Gwyn to do. It was extremely annoying. And so, Thaddeus was patient. He didn't pass up the chance to smile in her direction every chance he got, but he held back. They were trying out being friends, but he also didn't want to be caught. At the same time, he didn't want to make her uncomfortable, either. The only thing he could do was wait.
It wasn't until about four days later that Thaddeus finally saw the perfect opportunity. His family was out doing things, and he was alone in the house with the help. This meant that Gwyn wouldn't be bothered as much, and Amiti wouldn't be in his study. It was perfect! And so, Thaddeus casually walked over to where Gwyn was, and gave her a huge smile. "Hi, Gwyn." His voice was soft and gentle, as if he was savoring the moment that her name fell from his lips. "I have a moment to take you to my brother's study now." Thaddeus whispered, even though there was no one really around to care. It just felt like it was still their secret. He grinned again and started to move towards where the study was.
"Come, follow me," He spoke quietly but calmly, before turning and heading towards their destination. He glanced to make sure Gwyn was following, and only stopped when he reached the doorway of the study. He leaned against the door frame, leaving enough space for Gwyn to slip through. "After you, my friend." Thad smiled at her, waiting for her to make the first move. The study was clean, and full of books that were organized on the shelves. There were papers neatly stacked on the desk that Amiti had been working with, but other then books and papers there wasn't much to the study. In the middle of the room was a colored rug- the one that Amiti always grew annoyed with him when Thad ate or did anything on it that might ruin it. He looked her over before pausing in thought. What did she say she wanted to do in the study again? Usually, the only person in the study was his brother, and after their last meeting, he couldn't seem to remember.
It came back to him quickly. Reading, he thought, she liked reading. "You know, I would still like to read to you." He spoke, looking at her. "Just pick whatever you want me to read, and I will read it." It felt good to be able to help her, and he hoped that this would make her happy. He'd do anything for her to be happy. Maybe reading to her would make her smile at him….
Gwyneth had told him that she wanted to go to Amiti's study for the books, and Thaddeus had promised to take her there. The hardest part wasn't waiting until Amiti was out of the room- it was waiting until Gwyneth was free from her duties. Whenever he thought there was an opportunity, his brother would find something for Gwyn to do. It was extremely annoying. And so, Thaddeus was patient. He didn't pass up the chance to smile in her direction every chance he got, but he held back. They were trying out being friends, but he also didn't want to be caught. At the same time, he didn't want to make her uncomfortable, either. The only thing he could do was wait.
It wasn't until about four days later that Thaddeus finally saw the perfect opportunity. His family was out doing things, and he was alone in the house with the help. This meant that Gwyn wouldn't be bothered as much, and Amiti wouldn't be in his study. It was perfect! And so, Thaddeus casually walked over to where Gwyn was, and gave her a huge smile. "Hi, Gwyn." His voice was soft and gentle, as if he was savoring the moment that her name fell from his lips. "I have a moment to take you to my brother's study now." Thaddeus whispered, even though there was no one really around to care. It just felt like it was still their secret. He grinned again and started to move towards where the study was.
"Come, follow me," He spoke quietly but calmly, before turning and heading towards their destination. He glanced to make sure Gwyn was following, and only stopped when he reached the doorway of the study. He leaned against the door frame, leaving enough space for Gwyn to slip through. "After you, my friend." Thad smiled at her, waiting for her to make the first move. The study was clean, and full of books that were organized on the shelves. There were papers neatly stacked on the desk that Amiti had been working with, but other then books and papers there wasn't much to the study. In the middle of the room was a colored rug- the one that Amiti always grew annoyed with him when Thad ate or did anything on it that might ruin it. He looked her over before pausing in thought. What did she say she wanted to do in the study again? Usually, the only person in the study was his brother, and after their last meeting, he couldn't seem to remember.
It came back to him quickly. Reading, he thought, she liked reading. "You know, I would still like to read to you." He spoke, looking at her. "Just pick whatever you want me to read, and I will read it." It felt good to be able to help her, and he hoped that this would make her happy. He'd do anything for her to be happy. Maybe reading to her would make her smile at him….
Was she hoping too much? Maybe she was. If Gwyneth really sat down and thought about it, a certain sense of guilt does surface within her at the memory of her using Thaddeus's obviously well-meant feelings for her own use. To have used his pure intentions to get to the study of Amiti was devious, a method which Ayala would have never imagined her younger sister would come up with, but yet, she went through with it. Desperation does make one do unusual things.
When Thaddeus had came to her to invite her to her brother's study, the brunette had been thrilled, ad it showed when she grinned at him. Even in the midst of polishing the decorations within the Jaffe as she had been instructed to, the brunette quickly tucked the rag into the chinched linen belt around her dress and followed after Thaddeus like a child following candy. She tugged at her sheer brown headscarf to keep it in place, but otherwise jogged to keep up the pace towards the study. The head servant of the household would have words for Gwyneth later, of that the young lady was certain, but she would endure it, if it meant being one step closer to findinng out the truth behind her sister's undeserving murder.
Her heart beat like the thundering hooves of a cavalry when Thaddeus opened the doorway to the study, and the brunette quickly took a deep breathe, flashing another smile for good measure at Thaddeus, before finally stepping across the threshold.
The coolness of the study immediately enveloped her, and the first thing Gwyneth felt was a tingle upon her fingertips when the smell of parchment, ink and books enconsced her like a warm hug. It was just her luck to be born with a love for knowledge and books, but no means to gain it. And if it had been any other circumstances, her excitement to enter the study would have no underlying means to it at all, for she would purely be glad to have access to scrolls and parchments she could only otherwise dream of.
But she had a plan that she intended to carry out - and one that Thaddeus could not know. For some reason, Gwyneth found it difficult to admit now, especially to him, that her whole reason for agreeing to be his friend, was purely for this. So instead, she gulped to hide the swelling sense of guilt with her, and did her best to put on an airy smile as she did a show of casually browsing the shelves, all whilst she surreptiously glanced at the study table covered in formal documents and papers.
His offer had her turning to him in surprise, a large part of it real. Gwyneth had never learned to read, and she craved to know what was written on the paper. Plus, if he was reading, wouldn't it distract him from her rifling through more official papers. With that in mind, she quickly nodded as she wore a delighted smile, carefully picking out the heaviest, most complicated tome she could find, before handing it to Thaddeus. "It would be splendid, I'd appreciate it very much." she crooned in what she hoped was a delighted tone. If he saw how eager she was, he would comply, right?
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Was she hoping too much? Maybe she was. If Gwyneth really sat down and thought about it, a certain sense of guilt does surface within her at the memory of her using Thaddeus's obviously well-meant feelings for her own use. To have used his pure intentions to get to the study of Amiti was devious, a method which Ayala would have never imagined her younger sister would come up with, but yet, she went through with it. Desperation does make one do unusual things.
When Thaddeus had came to her to invite her to her brother's study, the brunette had been thrilled, ad it showed when she grinned at him. Even in the midst of polishing the decorations within the Jaffe as she had been instructed to, the brunette quickly tucked the rag into the chinched linen belt around her dress and followed after Thaddeus like a child following candy. She tugged at her sheer brown headscarf to keep it in place, but otherwise jogged to keep up the pace towards the study. The head servant of the household would have words for Gwyneth later, of that the young lady was certain, but she would endure it, if it meant being one step closer to findinng out the truth behind her sister's undeserving murder.
Her heart beat like the thundering hooves of a cavalry when Thaddeus opened the doorway to the study, and the brunette quickly took a deep breathe, flashing another smile for good measure at Thaddeus, before finally stepping across the threshold.
The coolness of the study immediately enveloped her, and the first thing Gwyneth felt was a tingle upon her fingertips when the smell of parchment, ink and books enconsced her like a warm hug. It was just her luck to be born with a love for knowledge and books, but no means to gain it. And if it had been any other circumstances, her excitement to enter the study would have no underlying means to it at all, for she would purely be glad to have access to scrolls and parchments she could only otherwise dream of.
But she had a plan that she intended to carry out - and one that Thaddeus could not know. For some reason, Gwyneth found it difficult to admit now, especially to him, that her whole reason for agreeing to be his friend, was purely for this. So instead, she gulped to hide the swelling sense of guilt with her, and did her best to put on an airy smile as she did a show of casually browsing the shelves, all whilst she surreptiously glanced at the study table covered in formal documents and papers.
His offer had her turning to him in surprise, a large part of it real. Gwyneth had never learned to read, and she craved to know what was written on the paper. Plus, if he was reading, wouldn't it distract him from her rifling through more official papers. With that in mind, she quickly nodded as she wore a delighted smile, carefully picking out the heaviest, most complicated tome she could find, before handing it to Thaddeus. "It would be splendid, I'd appreciate it very much." she crooned in what she hoped was a delighted tone. If he saw how eager she was, he would comply, right?
Was she hoping too much? Maybe she was. If Gwyneth really sat down and thought about it, a certain sense of guilt does surface within her at the memory of her using Thaddeus's obviously well-meant feelings for her own use. To have used his pure intentions to get to the study of Amiti was devious, a method which Ayala would have never imagined her younger sister would come up with, but yet, she went through with it. Desperation does make one do unusual things.
When Thaddeus had came to her to invite her to her brother's study, the brunette had been thrilled, ad it showed when she grinned at him. Even in the midst of polishing the decorations within the Jaffe as she had been instructed to, the brunette quickly tucked the rag into the chinched linen belt around her dress and followed after Thaddeus like a child following candy. She tugged at her sheer brown headscarf to keep it in place, but otherwise jogged to keep up the pace towards the study. The head servant of the household would have words for Gwyneth later, of that the young lady was certain, but she would endure it, if it meant being one step closer to findinng out the truth behind her sister's undeserving murder.
Her heart beat like the thundering hooves of a cavalry when Thaddeus opened the doorway to the study, and the brunette quickly took a deep breathe, flashing another smile for good measure at Thaddeus, before finally stepping across the threshold.
The coolness of the study immediately enveloped her, and the first thing Gwyneth felt was a tingle upon her fingertips when the smell of parchment, ink and books enconsced her like a warm hug. It was just her luck to be born with a love for knowledge and books, but no means to gain it. And if it had been any other circumstances, her excitement to enter the study would have no underlying means to it at all, for she would purely be glad to have access to scrolls and parchments she could only otherwise dream of.
But she had a plan that she intended to carry out - and one that Thaddeus could not know. For some reason, Gwyneth found it difficult to admit now, especially to him, that her whole reason for agreeing to be his friend, was purely for this. So instead, she gulped to hide the swelling sense of guilt with her, and did her best to put on an airy smile as she did a show of casually browsing the shelves, all whilst she surreptiously glanced at the study table covered in formal documents and papers.
His offer had her turning to him in surprise, a large part of it real. Gwyneth had never learned to read, and she craved to know what was written on the paper. Plus, if he was reading, wouldn't it distract him from her rifling through more official papers. With that in mind, she quickly nodded as she wore a delighted smile, carefully picking out the heaviest, most complicated tome she could find, before handing it to Thaddeus. "It would be splendid, I'd appreciate it very much." she crooned in what she hoped was a delighted tone. If he saw how eager she was, he would comply, right?
He would do anything for her, that much was evident. He had been hesitant at first… but now, as he saw her walk into the study, any worry of his was wiped clean. She seemed… happy. It was at that moment that he realized he would spend the rest of his time on this world trying to make her happy. Just seeing her made his heart feeling like soaring, and Thaddeus let out a breath that felt like a breath of fresh air. He smiled brightly towards her as he stepped back. He let her take everything in, the bindings of the books and paperwork filled the walls. The rug underneath them ran solid yet serious colors and Amiti’s desk stood serious behind them. While he had been in the study before with his brother, the study seemed different from Gywn in it. It seemed… more peaceful. More fun. He offered to read her something- anything. He just wanted to make her happy.
He smiled as she picked out something, hiding his sudden concern. He wasn’t much of a man that used his hands- and though he would never admit it, he was the least strong than both of his brothers when it came to physical strength. He watched as she seemed to be able to the tome okay- and then it came to him having to hold it. He stood up straighter, wanting to play off his weakness as if it was nothing. He didn’t want to embarrass himself. He reached out to take it out, and immediately it seemed like he was going to drop the tome.
He bit into his lip as he heaved it up, the weight of the tome making his bones shake under its weight. It was obvious that he was struggling. “It’s okay!” Thaddeus let out a laugh as he quickly placed it- with a THUD- on top of Amiti’s desk. He rubbed his hands after he was relieved of the weight, and he glanced over to Gwyn. He wondered if she had seen. “I’m joking, it wasn’t that heavy….” He let out a laugh before moving into a position that it would make it easier to read now that it was on the desk. He quickly started reading as to change the topic. He read calmly and softly, his eyes focused on the tome and not on Gywn. After reading about 8 sentences, Thad stopped. “I am very strong you know.” He said in a confident voice, and his eyes turned over towards the woman who he had fallen overhead over heels for. “Very strong…” Hopefully, Gywn would simply shrug it off, and believe him…
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He would do anything for her, that much was evident. He had been hesitant at first… but now, as he saw her walk into the study, any worry of his was wiped clean. She seemed… happy. It was at that moment that he realized he would spend the rest of his time on this world trying to make her happy. Just seeing her made his heart feeling like soaring, and Thaddeus let out a breath that felt like a breath of fresh air. He smiled brightly towards her as he stepped back. He let her take everything in, the bindings of the books and paperwork filled the walls. The rug underneath them ran solid yet serious colors and Amiti’s desk stood serious behind them. While he had been in the study before with his brother, the study seemed different from Gywn in it. It seemed… more peaceful. More fun. He offered to read her something- anything. He just wanted to make her happy.
He smiled as she picked out something, hiding his sudden concern. He wasn’t much of a man that used his hands- and though he would never admit it, he was the least strong than both of his brothers when it came to physical strength. He watched as she seemed to be able to the tome okay- and then it came to him having to hold it. He stood up straighter, wanting to play off his weakness as if it was nothing. He didn’t want to embarrass himself. He reached out to take it out, and immediately it seemed like he was going to drop the tome.
He bit into his lip as he heaved it up, the weight of the tome making his bones shake under its weight. It was obvious that he was struggling. “It’s okay!” Thaddeus let out a laugh as he quickly placed it- with a THUD- on top of Amiti’s desk. He rubbed his hands after he was relieved of the weight, and he glanced over to Gwyn. He wondered if she had seen. “I’m joking, it wasn’t that heavy….” He let out a laugh before moving into a position that it would make it easier to read now that it was on the desk. He quickly started reading as to change the topic. He read calmly and softly, his eyes focused on the tome and not on Gywn. After reading about 8 sentences, Thad stopped. “I am very strong you know.” He said in a confident voice, and his eyes turned over towards the woman who he had fallen overhead over heels for. “Very strong…” Hopefully, Gywn would simply shrug it off, and believe him…
He would do anything for her, that much was evident. He had been hesitant at first… but now, as he saw her walk into the study, any worry of his was wiped clean. She seemed… happy. It was at that moment that he realized he would spend the rest of his time on this world trying to make her happy. Just seeing her made his heart feeling like soaring, and Thaddeus let out a breath that felt like a breath of fresh air. He smiled brightly towards her as he stepped back. He let her take everything in, the bindings of the books and paperwork filled the walls. The rug underneath them ran solid yet serious colors and Amiti’s desk stood serious behind them. While he had been in the study before with his brother, the study seemed different from Gywn in it. It seemed… more peaceful. More fun. He offered to read her something- anything. He just wanted to make her happy.
He smiled as she picked out something, hiding his sudden concern. He wasn’t much of a man that used his hands- and though he would never admit it, he was the least strong than both of his brothers when it came to physical strength. He watched as she seemed to be able to the tome okay- and then it came to him having to hold it. He stood up straighter, wanting to play off his weakness as if it was nothing. He didn’t want to embarrass himself. He reached out to take it out, and immediately it seemed like he was going to drop the tome.
He bit into his lip as he heaved it up, the weight of the tome making his bones shake under its weight. It was obvious that he was struggling. “It’s okay!” Thaddeus let out a laugh as he quickly placed it- with a THUD- on top of Amiti’s desk. He rubbed his hands after he was relieved of the weight, and he glanced over to Gwyn. He wondered if she had seen. “I’m joking, it wasn’t that heavy….” He let out a laugh before moving into a position that it would make it easier to read now that it was on the desk. He quickly started reading as to change the topic. He read calmly and softly, his eyes focused on the tome and not on Gywn. After reading about 8 sentences, Thad stopped. “I am very strong you know.” He said in a confident voice, and his eyes turned over towards the woman who he had fallen overhead over heels for. “Very strong…” Hopefully, Gywn would simply shrug it off, and believe him…
Did she feel bad? Of course she did. Gwyneth may be hellbent and intent on revenge and clearing her sister's name, it didn't mean it has completely twisted her mind to not care for other people, least of all when that person was someone like Thaddeus. At the root of it, the young son of Tzephaniah merely wanted her to like him. Why, Gwyneth would never find out. He was the son of a senator and had his pick of whichever woman who would marry him, she was beneath him. But she'll make it work.
Still, his kind heart was kind of putting a spanner in her plans, really. Why did he have to be so kind as to offer to teach her how to read? Much of Gwyneth's life had been spent staring at the university in Damascus, wondering if there was ever a chance she could step foot into its hallowed halls. Or would there even be a point, for there would be so many books she could not read simply by wrongful birth.
Her heart had softened for a moment, but quickly firmed up again when she remembered her aim. The long, boring tome she had picked out for Thaddeus was intentionally meant to be long, so she had as much time as she could scoping out the reading room. Despite herself however, the brunette couldn't hide the giggle at how he struggled with the heavy tome, but tried to play it off. Gwyneth worked day and night carrying heavy items for the kitchens, or pails for washing of the rooms, and it wouldn't be surprising if she did have more strength then a young man who had been in the lap of luxury his whole life.
He did mean well though, and something about his laugh made her smile as well, unconsciously drifting closer to him. His voice was... oddly mesmerizing, and briefly, Gwyneth seemed to be caught in a trance as she listened to him read, snapping out of it when he suddenly addressed her directly, in a tone far more serious then she's ever heard out of him. The brunette realized then that somehow, she had paced to stand right next to him in his process of reading, that his confident voice made her realize just how close she was, and her eyes widened at the way her heart rate quickened.
Anxiously, the young woman licked her lips, a habit she had picked up as a child, clearing her throat in an effort to fill the silence before shakily saying. "I-I never said you weren't."
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Did she feel bad? Of course she did. Gwyneth may be hellbent and intent on revenge and clearing her sister's name, it didn't mean it has completely twisted her mind to not care for other people, least of all when that person was someone like Thaddeus. At the root of it, the young son of Tzephaniah merely wanted her to like him. Why, Gwyneth would never find out. He was the son of a senator and had his pick of whichever woman who would marry him, she was beneath him. But she'll make it work.
Still, his kind heart was kind of putting a spanner in her plans, really. Why did he have to be so kind as to offer to teach her how to read? Much of Gwyneth's life had been spent staring at the university in Damascus, wondering if there was ever a chance she could step foot into its hallowed halls. Or would there even be a point, for there would be so many books she could not read simply by wrongful birth.
Her heart had softened for a moment, but quickly firmed up again when she remembered her aim. The long, boring tome she had picked out for Thaddeus was intentionally meant to be long, so she had as much time as she could scoping out the reading room. Despite herself however, the brunette couldn't hide the giggle at how he struggled with the heavy tome, but tried to play it off. Gwyneth worked day and night carrying heavy items for the kitchens, or pails for washing of the rooms, and it wouldn't be surprising if she did have more strength then a young man who had been in the lap of luxury his whole life.
He did mean well though, and something about his laugh made her smile as well, unconsciously drifting closer to him. His voice was... oddly mesmerizing, and briefly, Gwyneth seemed to be caught in a trance as she listened to him read, snapping out of it when he suddenly addressed her directly, in a tone far more serious then she's ever heard out of him. The brunette realized then that somehow, she had paced to stand right next to him in his process of reading, that his confident voice made her realize just how close she was, and her eyes widened at the way her heart rate quickened.
Anxiously, the young woman licked her lips, a habit she had picked up as a child, clearing her throat in an effort to fill the silence before shakily saying. "I-I never said you weren't."
Did she feel bad? Of course she did. Gwyneth may be hellbent and intent on revenge and clearing her sister's name, it didn't mean it has completely twisted her mind to not care for other people, least of all when that person was someone like Thaddeus. At the root of it, the young son of Tzephaniah merely wanted her to like him. Why, Gwyneth would never find out. He was the son of a senator and had his pick of whichever woman who would marry him, she was beneath him. But she'll make it work.
Still, his kind heart was kind of putting a spanner in her plans, really. Why did he have to be so kind as to offer to teach her how to read? Much of Gwyneth's life had been spent staring at the university in Damascus, wondering if there was ever a chance she could step foot into its hallowed halls. Or would there even be a point, for there would be so many books she could not read simply by wrongful birth.
Her heart had softened for a moment, but quickly firmed up again when she remembered her aim. The long, boring tome she had picked out for Thaddeus was intentionally meant to be long, so she had as much time as she could scoping out the reading room. Despite herself however, the brunette couldn't hide the giggle at how he struggled with the heavy tome, but tried to play it off. Gwyneth worked day and night carrying heavy items for the kitchens, or pails for washing of the rooms, and it wouldn't be surprising if she did have more strength then a young man who had been in the lap of luxury his whole life.
He did mean well though, and something about his laugh made her smile as well, unconsciously drifting closer to him. His voice was... oddly mesmerizing, and briefly, Gwyneth seemed to be caught in a trance as she listened to him read, snapping out of it when he suddenly addressed her directly, in a tone far more serious then she's ever heard out of him. The brunette realized then that somehow, she had paced to stand right next to him in his process of reading, that his confident voice made her realize just how close she was, and her eyes widened at the way her heart rate quickened.
Anxiously, the young woman licked her lips, a habit she had picked up as a child, clearing her throat in an effort to fill the silence before shakily saying. "I-I never said you weren't."
Thaddeus had always been genuine in his feelings and was a kind and caring soul at heart. He wasn’t perfect, though. He was human and kept darker feelings to himself, remaining broken after the betrayal of his mother. Being around Gwyneth, though, felt to him as if none of that really mattered. None of the darkness or bad things mattered- and it was only happiness and excitement. She was beautiful, and yet he knew she was smart, hardworking… there were no qualities about her that he didn’t like. While he had been hesitant at first when Gwyn had requested to be brought to the study, at the end Thad couldn’t bring himself to say no to her. Whatever she wanted, she would get. Of course, he wanted to offer to read to her, or even teach her to read… He simply wanted to make her happy. Seeing her smile just made him feel like he was flying.
The sound of a thud echoed through the room as he roughly placed the heavy tome on the table. He felt a bit embarrassed as he had basically dropped it in front of his crush, and the man tried to downplay it. He didn’t want to make a fool of himself in front of Gwyn! It was the last thing he wanted! He started reading, his voice calm. He felt her attention on him, her presence in the room feeling like rays of sunshine against his skin. He felt her there, with him, and it made him feel comfortable and like he was really, truly needed. Time seemed to stop as he continued reading, his eyes not wavering from the words. He didn’t notice Gwyn slowly coming towards him, but suddenly he got the urge to stop. He started to speak about how he wasn’t weak- fearing that that was what she was thinking after he had struggled with the tome. But when he finally looked up from his words, she was there, right there next to him. He let his breath trickle out from him as he slowed, his eyes moving over her like she was the most precious thing in the world. His heart didn’t quicken- instead, Thaddeus relaxed. She was so close now, and all he could think about how right everything felt when she was next to him. How soothing her presence was to him.
He nodded at her words and didn’t say anything. His eyes didn’t leave her form, and he laid his hands against the time that was still in front of him. He watched her as she looked at him, and it was almost as if time froze in place. He watched her, how she breathed, the light seemed to make her hair glimmer, how she stood still next to him. He could almost hear her heartbeat, or at least, he wished he could. He continued to stand there, almost in a trance, just watching her. He wanted to tell her how he really felt. He didn’t just want to be friends.
He suddenly broke the trance and looked down at the ground. In a brave moment, Thaddeus advanced towards Gwyn, not enough that their bodies touched, but enough to where what used to be a gap was now an even smaller space. He didn’t move to touch her, but he continued to look at her. Watch her. Finally, after several moments of his silence, he began to open his mouth. “What is your ideal man?” He spoke so softly, that even as he spoke you could hear a pin drop.
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Thaddeus had always been genuine in his feelings and was a kind and caring soul at heart. He wasn’t perfect, though. He was human and kept darker feelings to himself, remaining broken after the betrayal of his mother. Being around Gwyneth, though, felt to him as if none of that really mattered. None of the darkness or bad things mattered- and it was only happiness and excitement. She was beautiful, and yet he knew she was smart, hardworking… there were no qualities about her that he didn’t like. While he had been hesitant at first when Gwyn had requested to be brought to the study, at the end Thad couldn’t bring himself to say no to her. Whatever she wanted, she would get. Of course, he wanted to offer to read to her, or even teach her to read… He simply wanted to make her happy. Seeing her smile just made him feel like he was flying.
The sound of a thud echoed through the room as he roughly placed the heavy tome on the table. He felt a bit embarrassed as he had basically dropped it in front of his crush, and the man tried to downplay it. He didn’t want to make a fool of himself in front of Gwyn! It was the last thing he wanted! He started reading, his voice calm. He felt her attention on him, her presence in the room feeling like rays of sunshine against his skin. He felt her there, with him, and it made him feel comfortable and like he was really, truly needed. Time seemed to stop as he continued reading, his eyes not wavering from the words. He didn’t notice Gwyn slowly coming towards him, but suddenly he got the urge to stop. He started to speak about how he wasn’t weak- fearing that that was what she was thinking after he had struggled with the tome. But when he finally looked up from his words, she was there, right there next to him. He let his breath trickle out from him as he slowed, his eyes moving over her like she was the most precious thing in the world. His heart didn’t quicken- instead, Thaddeus relaxed. She was so close now, and all he could think about how right everything felt when she was next to him. How soothing her presence was to him.
He nodded at her words and didn’t say anything. His eyes didn’t leave her form, and he laid his hands against the time that was still in front of him. He watched her as she looked at him, and it was almost as if time froze in place. He watched her, how she breathed, the light seemed to make her hair glimmer, how she stood still next to him. He could almost hear her heartbeat, or at least, he wished he could. He continued to stand there, almost in a trance, just watching her. He wanted to tell her how he really felt. He didn’t just want to be friends.
He suddenly broke the trance and looked down at the ground. In a brave moment, Thaddeus advanced towards Gwyn, not enough that their bodies touched, but enough to where what used to be a gap was now an even smaller space. He didn’t move to touch her, but he continued to look at her. Watch her. Finally, after several moments of his silence, he began to open his mouth. “What is your ideal man?” He spoke so softly, that even as he spoke you could hear a pin drop.
Thaddeus had always been genuine in his feelings and was a kind and caring soul at heart. He wasn’t perfect, though. He was human and kept darker feelings to himself, remaining broken after the betrayal of his mother. Being around Gwyneth, though, felt to him as if none of that really mattered. None of the darkness or bad things mattered- and it was only happiness and excitement. She was beautiful, and yet he knew she was smart, hardworking… there were no qualities about her that he didn’t like. While he had been hesitant at first when Gwyn had requested to be brought to the study, at the end Thad couldn’t bring himself to say no to her. Whatever she wanted, she would get. Of course, he wanted to offer to read to her, or even teach her to read… He simply wanted to make her happy. Seeing her smile just made him feel like he was flying.
The sound of a thud echoed through the room as he roughly placed the heavy tome on the table. He felt a bit embarrassed as he had basically dropped it in front of his crush, and the man tried to downplay it. He didn’t want to make a fool of himself in front of Gwyn! It was the last thing he wanted! He started reading, his voice calm. He felt her attention on him, her presence in the room feeling like rays of sunshine against his skin. He felt her there, with him, and it made him feel comfortable and like he was really, truly needed. Time seemed to stop as he continued reading, his eyes not wavering from the words. He didn’t notice Gwyn slowly coming towards him, but suddenly he got the urge to stop. He started to speak about how he wasn’t weak- fearing that that was what she was thinking after he had struggled with the tome. But when he finally looked up from his words, she was there, right there next to him. He let his breath trickle out from him as he slowed, his eyes moving over her like she was the most precious thing in the world. His heart didn’t quicken- instead, Thaddeus relaxed. She was so close now, and all he could think about how right everything felt when she was next to him. How soothing her presence was to him.
He nodded at her words and didn’t say anything. His eyes didn’t leave her form, and he laid his hands against the time that was still in front of him. He watched her as she looked at him, and it was almost as if time froze in place. He watched her, how she breathed, the light seemed to make her hair glimmer, how she stood still next to him. He could almost hear her heartbeat, or at least, he wished he could. He continued to stand there, almost in a trance, just watching her. He wanted to tell her how he really felt. He didn’t just want to be friends.
He suddenly broke the trance and looked down at the ground. In a brave moment, Thaddeus advanced towards Gwyn, not enough that their bodies touched, but enough to where what used to be a gap was now an even smaller space. He didn’t move to touch her, but he continued to look at her. Watch her. Finally, after several moments of his silence, he began to open his mouth. “What is your ideal man?” He spoke so softly, that even as he spoke you could hear a pin drop.
If either Gwyn or Thaddeus had looked out of the study’s side window at the cobbled street below, they would have seen the two familiar figures of Amiti and Shiloh sweeping past. The two brothers moved quickly, each wishing to gain entry to the house and escape the incessant heat of late afternoon. Perhaps, Gwyn or Thaddeus may have been alerted to the sound of the front door opening, but just as Shiloh’s hand reached out to grasp the handle, Amiti slapped it away and hissed in his brother’s ear, “No! Look!” Shiloh did and there, advancing at the far end of the street, was Mother Abigail. Shiloh wrenched his hand back and nearly turned back the way they’d come but Amiti had hold of the boy’s outer robe and was pulling him around to the side entrance.
“I don’t think she’s seen us yet,” he whispered. Shiloh offered no resistance as they hastened down the narrow corridor. It was barely big enough for a person to fit through and if Amiti moved to either side, his shoulders brushed stone walls. Shiloh looked back, mentioning that Mother Abigail hadn’t called out to them. Amiti did not answer this. He was banking on Mother Abigail’s failing eyesight to save them from an hour long conversation about her dead husband’s debts. The woman was small and terribly fragile looking with wrinkled, paper thin skin and wisps of wiry white hair sticking out from beneath her mitzpah. Her eyes, once said to be a lustrous blue, reminded Amiti of sour goat milk. She hadn’t a tooth left in her head and it was distracting in the extreme to watch her jaw yammer up and down as she prattled on in the accented way of the toothless. Though she had to be somewhere near one hundred, no one was exactly sure how old she was, except that she was older than everyone else in the city. It wasn’t fair that she was so nimble, either. Her son, an old man himself, was not near so nimble as his mother and had a hard time keeping Mother Abigail in the house. When she got out, she cornered the first person she found on the street and spoke to them at length, and in great detail, of her woes, both real and imagined. All the Jaffe men had been subject to the old woman’s prattlings on more than one occasion and none of them liked to repeat it if they could. Because of her advanced age, there was no polite way of getting out of a conversation, either. Not once it had begun. As a result, Amiti and Shiloh had taken the more gallant option: running for dear life down the narrow alley way and around to the kitchen door, startling a kitchen servant as they burst inside.
“Mother Abigail,” Amiti panted by way of explanation and the servant made a face.
”Is that a honey cake?” Shiloh asked the woman and with his brother thus occupied, Amiti made his way into the house, removing his shoes as he went. Another servant met him and quickly washed his feet so that he, one of the masters of the house was not unsanitary, and so that no one’s hard work of cleaning the floor was undone. He did not stop to wonder where Thaddeus was. Thaddeus was a grown man and Amiti had too many things on his mind than to run his brother’s life for him. Already he was thinking of a passage in his book that he needed to finish before he went to a lecture tomorrow to listen in. If he was not well versed in the subject matter, then he could not ask appropriate questions and there was nothing Amiti could abide less than looking like a fool.
Rounding the corner, he advanced down the short hall towards his study and, never dreaming that anyone was inside, he grabbed the handle, turned it, and swung the door open. “What?-” he halted in the doorway, confusion etched into his features as he saw Thaddeus standing bafflingly close to one of the servants. Was she cleaning? What was she cleaning? It wasn’t time. What under heaven was going on here?
“Thaddeus?” he stepped further into the room, leaving the door open.
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If either Gwyn or Thaddeus had looked out of the study’s side window at the cobbled street below, they would have seen the two familiar figures of Amiti and Shiloh sweeping past. The two brothers moved quickly, each wishing to gain entry to the house and escape the incessant heat of late afternoon. Perhaps, Gwyn or Thaddeus may have been alerted to the sound of the front door opening, but just as Shiloh’s hand reached out to grasp the handle, Amiti slapped it away and hissed in his brother’s ear, “No! Look!” Shiloh did and there, advancing at the far end of the street, was Mother Abigail. Shiloh wrenched his hand back and nearly turned back the way they’d come but Amiti had hold of the boy’s outer robe and was pulling him around to the side entrance.
“I don’t think she’s seen us yet,” he whispered. Shiloh offered no resistance as they hastened down the narrow corridor. It was barely big enough for a person to fit through and if Amiti moved to either side, his shoulders brushed stone walls. Shiloh looked back, mentioning that Mother Abigail hadn’t called out to them. Amiti did not answer this. He was banking on Mother Abigail’s failing eyesight to save them from an hour long conversation about her dead husband’s debts. The woman was small and terribly fragile looking with wrinkled, paper thin skin and wisps of wiry white hair sticking out from beneath her mitzpah. Her eyes, once said to be a lustrous blue, reminded Amiti of sour goat milk. She hadn’t a tooth left in her head and it was distracting in the extreme to watch her jaw yammer up and down as she prattled on in the accented way of the toothless. Though she had to be somewhere near one hundred, no one was exactly sure how old she was, except that she was older than everyone else in the city. It wasn’t fair that she was so nimble, either. Her son, an old man himself, was not near so nimble as his mother and had a hard time keeping Mother Abigail in the house. When she got out, she cornered the first person she found on the street and spoke to them at length, and in great detail, of her woes, both real and imagined. All the Jaffe men had been subject to the old woman’s prattlings on more than one occasion and none of them liked to repeat it if they could. Because of her advanced age, there was no polite way of getting out of a conversation, either. Not once it had begun. As a result, Amiti and Shiloh had taken the more gallant option: running for dear life down the narrow alley way and around to the kitchen door, startling a kitchen servant as they burst inside.
“Mother Abigail,” Amiti panted by way of explanation and the servant made a face.
”Is that a honey cake?” Shiloh asked the woman and with his brother thus occupied, Amiti made his way into the house, removing his shoes as he went. Another servant met him and quickly washed his feet so that he, one of the masters of the house was not unsanitary, and so that no one’s hard work of cleaning the floor was undone. He did not stop to wonder where Thaddeus was. Thaddeus was a grown man and Amiti had too many things on his mind than to run his brother’s life for him. Already he was thinking of a passage in his book that he needed to finish before he went to a lecture tomorrow to listen in. If he was not well versed in the subject matter, then he could not ask appropriate questions and there was nothing Amiti could abide less than looking like a fool.
Rounding the corner, he advanced down the short hall towards his study and, never dreaming that anyone was inside, he grabbed the handle, turned it, and swung the door open. “What?-” he halted in the doorway, confusion etched into his features as he saw Thaddeus standing bafflingly close to one of the servants. Was she cleaning? What was she cleaning? It wasn’t time. What under heaven was going on here?
“Thaddeus?” he stepped further into the room, leaving the door open.
If either Gwyn or Thaddeus had looked out of the study’s side window at the cobbled street below, they would have seen the two familiar figures of Amiti and Shiloh sweeping past. The two brothers moved quickly, each wishing to gain entry to the house and escape the incessant heat of late afternoon. Perhaps, Gwyn or Thaddeus may have been alerted to the sound of the front door opening, but just as Shiloh’s hand reached out to grasp the handle, Amiti slapped it away and hissed in his brother’s ear, “No! Look!” Shiloh did and there, advancing at the far end of the street, was Mother Abigail. Shiloh wrenched his hand back and nearly turned back the way they’d come but Amiti had hold of the boy’s outer robe and was pulling him around to the side entrance.
“I don’t think she’s seen us yet,” he whispered. Shiloh offered no resistance as they hastened down the narrow corridor. It was barely big enough for a person to fit through and if Amiti moved to either side, his shoulders brushed stone walls. Shiloh looked back, mentioning that Mother Abigail hadn’t called out to them. Amiti did not answer this. He was banking on Mother Abigail’s failing eyesight to save them from an hour long conversation about her dead husband’s debts. The woman was small and terribly fragile looking with wrinkled, paper thin skin and wisps of wiry white hair sticking out from beneath her mitzpah. Her eyes, once said to be a lustrous blue, reminded Amiti of sour goat milk. She hadn’t a tooth left in her head and it was distracting in the extreme to watch her jaw yammer up and down as she prattled on in the accented way of the toothless. Though she had to be somewhere near one hundred, no one was exactly sure how old she was, except that she was older than everyone else in the city. It wasn’t fair that she was so nimble, either. Her son, an old man himself, was not near so nimble as his mother and had a hard time keeping Mother Abigail in the house. When she got out, she cornered the first person she found on the street and spoke to them at length, and in great detail, of her woes, both real and imagined. All the Jaffe men had been subject to the old woman’s prattlings on more than one occasion and none of them liked to repeat it if they could. Because of her advanced age, there was no polite way of getting out of a conversation, either. Not once it had begun. As a result, Amiti and Shiloh had taken the more gallant option: running for dear life down the narrow alley way and around to the kitchen door, startling a kitchen servant as they burst inside.
“Mother Abigail,” Amiti panted by way of explanation and the servant made a face.
”Is that a honey cake?” Shiloh asked the woman and with his brother thus occupied, Amiti made his way into the house, removing his shoes as he went. Another servant met him and quickly washed his feet so that he, one of the masters of the house was not unsanitary, and so that no one’s hard work of cleaning the floor was undone. He did not stop to wonder where Thaddeus was. Thaddeus was a grown man and Amiti had too many things on his mind than to run his brother’s life for him. Already he was thinking of a passage in his book that he needed to finish before he went to a lecture tomorrow to listen in. If he was not well versed in the subject matter, then he could not ask appropriate questions and there was nothing Amiti could abide less than looking like a fool.
Rounding the corner, he advanced down the short hall towards his study and, never dreaming that anyone was inside, he grabbed the handle, turned it, and swung the door open. “What?-” he halted in the doorway, confusion etched into his features as he saw Thaddeus standing bafflingly close to one of the servants. Was she cleaning? What was she cleaning? It wasn’t time. What under heaven was going on here?
“Thaddeus?” he stepped further into the room, leaving the door open.
Unfortunately for both Thaddeus and Gwyneth, they had both been a tad preoccupied to even think of having a lookout. Or well, in Gwyneth's case, she didn't even think such a thing was necessary. Afterall, she was in the study with one of the Elder's son's, wasn't she? She wasn't technically doing anything wrong. That plus her mind was largely taken up with a desperation and need to find something, anything that could lead her one step closer to proving her sister's innocence. She should be more careful of course, but after having worked in the Manheeg for almost coming on four months now and being no closer to her goal then when she started, it was beginning to grate on the girl.
That, and Thaddeus was highly distracting, but that wasn't a fact that Gwyneth wanted to admit herself to having. Still, she had somehow found her way to stand near him again as he had been reading. She had came into this room to find proof for her sister's innocence, was she not? A voice in the back of her mind tried to remind her of that, but his eyes meeting hers held her there, until he finally broke it.
It was like reality slapped her in the face again, and the young brunette was suddenly acutely aware of her status, of where she was, and what she had came here to do. The gap between them was small, far smaller then what was allowed between a man and a woman here in Damascus, but Thaddeus's question caught her offguard.
Never having thought of it before, Gwyneth frowned, her gaze trained on the slightly dusty ground, turning the query over in her head. It was a possibility Gwyneth had never entertained, for a woman of her background, with a sister having been executed for a crime in public before and a father on the brink of death or insanity (or both!), her prospects weren't great. But if she did have a choice... what if she did, what would she choose?
"A man of-" Gwyneth started, but before she could even continue, the door handle turned, the click it made making her blood drain from her face as she turned in the next second, just in time for her eyes to immediately meet Amiti stepping in. Oh no. What was she supposed to say? She wasn't supposed to be here! She had been tasked to polish the decorations within the household, and there was nothing that needing polishing in the study.
Her mind raced, as she tried to come up with something as quickly as possible. "I-I came to help Young Master Thaddeus find something! H-He told me he lost s-something." Gwyneth blurted out as quick as she could. Had they know her better, they would've noticed the light pitchiness in her voice that gave away her nerves, but otherwise Gwyneth did her best to hide it, hoping the dimmer lighting in the study would play to her benefit as she internally prayed to Yahweh that Amiti would take her excuse as the truth - and that Thaddeus would play along.
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Unfortunately for both Thaddeus and Gwyneth, they had both been a tad preoccupied to even think of having a lookout. Or well, in Gwyneth's case, she didn't even think such a thing was necessary. Afterall, she was in the study with one of the Elder's son's, wasn't she? She wasn't technically doing anything wrong. That plus her mind was largely taken up with a desperation and need to find something, anything that could lead her one step closer to proving her sister's innocence. She should be more careful of course, but after having worked in the Manheeg for almost coming on four months now and being no closer to her goal then when she started, it was beginning to grate on the girl.
That, and Thaddeus was highly distracting, but that wasn't a fact that Gwyneth wanted to admit herself to having. Still, she had somehow found her way to stand near him again as he had been reading. She had came into this room to find proof for her sister's innocence, was she not? A voice in the back of her mind tried to remind her of that, but his eyes meeting hers held her there, until he finally broke it.
It was like reality slapped her in the face again, and the young brunette was suddenly acutely aware of her status, of where she was, and what she had came here to do. The gap between them was small, far smaller then what was allowed between a man and a woman here in Damascus, but Thaddeus's question caught her offguard.
Never having thought of it before, Gwyneth frowned, her gaze trained on the slightly dusty ground, turning the query over in her head. It was a possibility Gwyneth had never entertained, for a woman of her background, with a sister having been executed for a crime in public before and a father on the brink of death or insanity (or both!), her prospects weren't great. But if she did have a choice... what if she did, what would she choose?
"A man of-" Gwyneth started, but before she could even continue, the door handle turned, the click it made making her blood drain from her face as she turned in the next second, just in time for her eyes to immediately meet Amiti stepping in. Oh no. What was she supposed to say? She wasn't supposed to be here! She had been tasked to polish the decorations within the household, and there was nothing that needing polishing in the study.
Her mind raced, as she tried to come up with something as quickly as possible. "I-I came to help Young Master Thaddeus find something! H-He told me he lost s-something." Gwyneth blurted out as quick as she could. Had they know her better, they would've noticed the light pitchiness in her voice that gave away her nerves, but otherwise Gwyneth did her best to hide it, hoping the dimmer lighting in the study would play to her benefit as she internally prayed to Yahweh that Amiti would take her excuse as the truth - and that Thaddeus would play along.
Unfortunately for both Thaddeus and Gwyneth, they had both been a tad preoccupied to even think of having a lookout. Or well, in Gwyneth's case, she didn't even think such a thing was necessary. Afterall, she was in the study with one of the Elder's son's, wasn't she? She wasn't technically doing anything wrong. That plus her mind was largely taken up with a desperation and need to find something, anything that could lead her one step closer to proving her sister's innocence. She should be more careful of course, but after having worked in the Manheeg for almost coming on four months now and being no closer to her goal then when she started, it was beginning to grate on the girl.
That, and Thaddeus was highly distracting, but that wasn't a fact that Gwyneth wanted to admit herself to having. Still, she had somehow found her way to stand near him again as he had been reading. She had came into this room to find proof for her sister's innocence, was she not? A voice in the back of her mind tried to remind her of that, but his eyes meeting hers held her there, until he finally broke it.
It was like reality slapped her in the face again, and the young brunette was suddenly acutely aware of her status, of where she was, and what she had came here to do. The gap between them was small, far smaller then what was allowed between a man and a woman here in Damascus, but Thaddeus's question caught her offguard.
Never having thought of it before, Gwyneth frowned, her gaze trained on the slightly dusty ground, turning the query over in her head. It was a possibility Gwyneth had never entertained, for a woman of her background, with a sister having been executed for a crime in public before and a father on the brink of death or insanity (or both!), her prospects weren't great. But if she did have a choice... what if she did, what would she choose?
"A man of-" Gwyneth started, but before she could even continue, the door handle turned, the click it made making her blood drain from her face as she turned in the next second, just in time for her eyes to immediately meet Amiti stepping in. Oh no. What was she supposed to say? She wasn't supposed to be here! She had been tasked to polish the decorations within the household, and there was nothing that needing polishing in the study.
Her mind raced, as she tried to come up with something as quickly as possible. "I-I came to help Young Master Thaddeus find something! H-He told me he lost s-something." Gwyneth blurted out as quick as she could. Had they know her better, they would've noticed the light pitchiness in her voice that gave away her nerves, but otherwise Gwyneth did her best to hide it, hoping the dimmer lighting in the study would play to her benefit as she internally prayed to Yahweh that Amiti would take her excuse as the truth - and that Thaddeus would play along.
His full attention was on Gwyneth, he had practically forgotten about the world around him. They were in the study and everything just seemed as if it was all meant to be. He enjoyed reading to Gwyneth, and she seemed to be happy with it. Even though he had been hesitant about taking her to Amit’s study, he had no regrets. Thaddeus simply wanted to make Gwyn happy, and if this was how to do it, so be it. As she got closer he felt even more comfortable. He could almost touch her, feel the fabric of her clothes and her soft hair. Thaddeus remained respectable though and asked what he thought was a simple question. Her answer would help him figure out how to make things work between them- as friends and hopefully more later. He stayed quiet as she thought about it, and leaned in just slightly so that he could hear all of her words.
He smiled as she opened her mouth to answer, but as soon as he heard the clicking sound Thaddeus straightened up as if he had been caught in the most sinful act. Even if nothing had happened. His eyes closed as he heard his name and didn’t dare turn his head towards his brother. If he did, Amiti would have noticed fear. Thaddeus wasn’t stupid- he knew he shouldn’t have gotten so physically close to Gwyneth, and even worse, alone in Amiti’s study with her. He knew his brother would not understand any of it, and he was not surprised by Amiti’s tone. Even though he knew and understood anything, it still made his heartbreak. He had only wanted to make Gwyn happy, and it had failed. All of his plans failed when it came to Gwyn, and it made him feel exhausted. His eyes flickered over to Gwyn as she stirred in the lie, and Thaddeus bit his lip. He hated lying, he really did- it was a sin. But if Amiti found out the truth? He didn’t even want to think about that consequence.
Thaddeus turned around and gave Amiti a nod. “She’s right.” He smiled, trying to go along with Gwyn’s words the best he could. “I believed there were some prays left in this book and I was trying to get it down from the shelves and…” He tried to get it as close as he could to the truth. “Well, it almost fell on me because the book is really, really heavy brother and Gwyneth saw me and saved me, is that correct Gwyneth?” He glanced over towards the girl who he had come to fancy. “She helped me get it down safely and she was helping me flip through the pages. I think I picked the wrong book though and Gwyneth was saying that I should have thought about it more before I took it off the shelves.” He grinned, hoping his weakness would be enough for Amiti to dismiss the whole thing. He had come up with the story quickly, of which he was proud of, but it meant nothing if Amiti didn’t believe him. “Now that you’re here, I’ll be going. Thanks for putting the book back Amiti, we don’t want it almost falling on me again right?” He prayed his words would annoy Amiti enough to distract him from the fact of finding them alone, close to one another in the study. Thaddeus moved towards the door, hoping Amiti would let him pass, or scold him about the book. Either way, hopefully, Gwyneth would become invisible.
He could only pray at this point.
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His full attention was on Gwyneth, he had practically forgotten about the world around him. They were in the study and everything just seemed as if it was all meant to be. He enjoyed reading to Gwyneth, and she seemed to be happy with it. Even though he had been hesitant about taking her to Amit’s study, he had no regrets. Thaddeus simply wanted to make Gwyn happy, and if this was how to do it, so be it. As she got closer he felt even more comfortable. He could almost touch her, feel the fabric of her clothes and her soft hair. Thaddeus remained respectable though and asked what he thought was a simple question. Her answer would help him figure out how to make things work between them- as friends and hopefully more later. He stayed quiet as she thought about it, and leaned in just slightly so that he could hear all of her words.
He smiled as she opened her mouth to answer, but as soon as he heard the clicking sound Thaddeus straightened up as if he had been caught in the most sinful act. Even if nothing had happened. His eyes closed as he heard his name and didn’t dare turn his head towards his brother. If he did, Amiti would have noticed fear. Thaddeus wasn’t stupid- he knew he shouldn’t have gotten so physically close to Gwyneth, and even worse, alone in Amiti’s study with her. He knew his brother would not understand any of it, and he was not surprised by Amiti’s tone. Even though he knew and understood anything, it still made his heartbreak. He had only wanted to make Gwyn happy, and it had failed. All of his plans failed when it came to Gwyn, and it made him feel exhausted. His eyes flickered over to Gwyn as she stirred in the lie, and Thaddeus bit his lip. He hated lying, he really did- it was a sin. But if Amiti found out the truth? He didn’t even want to think about that consequence.
Thaddeus turned around and gave Amiti a nod. “She’s right.” He smiled, trying to go along with Gwyn’s words the best he could. “I believed there were some prays left in this book and I was trying to get it down from the shelves and…” He tried to get it as close as he could to the truth. “Well, it almost fell on me because the book is really, really heavy brother and Gwyneth saw me and saved me, is that correct Gwyneth?” He glanced over towards the girl who he had come to fancy. “She helped me get it down safely and she was helping me flip through the pages. I think I picked the wrong book though and Gwyneth was saying that I should have thought about it more before I took it off the shelves.” He grinned, hoping his weakness would be enough for Amiti to dismiss the whole thing. He had come up with the story quickly, of which he was proud of, but it meant nothing if Amiti didn’t believe him. “Now that you’re here, I’ll be going. Thanks for putting the book back Amiti, we don’t want it almost falling on me again right?” He prayed his words would annoy Amiti enough to distract him from the fact of finding them alone, close to one another in the study. Thaddeus moved towards the door, hoping Amiti would let him pass, or scold him about the book. Either way, hopefully, Gwyneth would become invisible.
He could only pray at this point.
His full attention was on Gwyneth, he had practically forgotten about the world around him. They were in the study and everything just seemed as if it was all meant to be. He enjoyed reading to Gwyneth, and she seemed to be happy with it. Even though he had been hesitant about taking her to Amit’s study, he had no regrets. Thaddeus simply wanted to make Gwyn happy, and if this was how to do it, so be it. As she got closer he felt even more comfortable. He could almost touch her, feel the fabric of her clothes and her soft hair. Thaddeus remained respectable though and asked what he thought was a simple question. Her answer would help him figure out how to make things work between them- as friends and hopefully more later. He stayed quiet as she thought about it, and leaned in just slightly so that he could hear all of her words.
He smiled as she opened her mouth to answer, but as soon as he heard the clicking sound Thaddeus straightened up as if he had been caught in the most sinful act. Even if nothing had happened. His eyes closed as he heard his name and didn’t dare turn his head towards his brother. If he did, Amiti would have noticed fear. Thaddeus wasn’t stupid- he knew he shouldn’t have gotten so physically close to Gwyneth, and even worse, alone in Amiti’s study with her. He knew his brother would not understand any of it, and he was not surprised by Amiti’s tone. Even though he knew and understood anything, it still made his heartbreak. He had only wanted to make Gwyn happy, and it had failed. All of his plans failed when it came to Gwyn, and it made him feel exhausted. His eyes flickered over to Gwyn as she stirred in the lie, and Thaddeus bit his lip. He hated lying, he really did- it was a sin. But if Amiti found out the truth? He didn’t even want to think about that consequence.
Thaddeus turned around and gave Amiti a nod. “She’s right.” He smiled, trying to go along with Gwyn’s words the best he could. “I believed there were some prays left in this book and I was trying to get it down from the shelves and…” He tried to get it as close as he could to the truth. “Well, it almost fell on me because the book is really, really heavy brother and Gwyneth saw me and saved me, is that correct Gwyneth?” He glanced over towards the girl who he had come to fancy. “She helped me get it down safely and she was helping me flip through the pages. I think I picked the wrong book though and Gwyneth was saying that I should have thought about it more before I took it off the shelves.” He grinned, hoping his weakness would be enough for Amiti to dismiss the whole thing. He had come up with the story quickly, of which he was proud of, but it meant nothing if Amiti didn’t believe him. “Now that you’re here, I’ll be going. Thanks for putting the book back Amiti, we don’t want it almost falling on me again right?” He prayed his words would annoy Amiti enough to distract him from the fact of finding them alone, close to one another in the study. Thaddeus moved towards the door, hoping Amiti would let him pass, or scold him about the book. Either way, hopefully, Gwyneth would become invisible.
He could only pray at this point.
Amiti’s eyes slowly wandered from Thaddeus to Gwyneth and back again. He didn’t miss the pallor of Gwyn’s face, nor the roundness of her eyes. Obviously some sin was being committed but he wasn’t sure exactly which. It could be anything from his brother catching her in some theft, or perhaps some sort of womanly wile issue. If she was using her charms for some devil’s purposes, the path was clear. Amiti did fancy himself a fair man, however, and said nothing to Gwyn’s stammerings. At the present moment, he neither believed them nor thought them lies.
“I-I came to help Young Master Thaddeus find something! H-He told me he lost s-something.” A frown did burrow its way onto Amiti’s face, however. Thaddeus lost something? That only Gwyneth could find? His gaze swept to his brother, seeking either confirmation of disavowal of such knowledge. In true Thaddeus fashion, dramatic and a little lumbering, his brother whipped around, smile plastered.
“She’s right,” he agreed stoutly. “I believed there were some prays left in this book and I was trying to get it down from the shelves and…”
Amiti’s eyes traveled to the exact shelf the prayer books stood upon. It wasn’t on the top shelf. Those, of course, were at heart level. Where they should be. But Thaddeus plowed on in his explanation, only succeeding in making Amiti irritated.
“Well, it almost fell on me because the book is really, really heavy brother and Gwyneth saw me and saved me, is that correct Gwyneth? She helped me get it down safely and she was helping me flip through the pages. I think I picked the wrong book though and Gwyneth was saying that I should have thought about it more before I took it off the shelves.”
Amiti was further into the room by this point, peering up at the shelves for the misplacement of whatever book that his brother had mistakenly brought down. “I’m not surprised you were unable to find it,” he said tonelessly, still looking for Gwyn to have put the book back in the wrong spot. There was nothing out of order that he could see and he squinted at Gwyn, not totally sure that she’d know exactly how he liked his books. However, she’d been here long enough that it was possible she did. How valuable was she, then? Fairly, it was turning out. His attention was drawn back to Thaddeus. “The prayer books aren’t on the top shelf, Thad, which you would know if you prayed more devoutly,” his pointed words were intended to needle his clearly guilty brother into a better prayer life.
“Now that you’re here, I’ll be going. Thanks for putting the book back Amiti, we don’t want it almost falling on me again right?”
“Thad,” Amiti blinked in puzzlement now. “I thought you wanted a prayer book?” And here, Amiti grabbed one at random, feeling that literally anything would help his brother at this point. He handed it to Thaddeus, sized Gwyn up and down, and brought out a selectly precious one for her. It was geared towards women in specific and though it obviously hadn’t saved his harlot mother, perhaps it would keep Gwyn on the straight and narrow. “This is for women. Please be careful with it and return it to me personally when you are finished. You’ll keep it in the house and close to your bed, will you not?”
And then, suddenly remembering that he’d come in this room for a book himself, he gave the two of them another weird look and went to the shelf, plucked his own book up, cast them a final glance, and left the room, but with the door open so that no further tomfoolery would befall anyone.
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Amiti’s eyes slowly wandered from Thaddeus to Gwyneth and back again. He didn’t miss the pallor of Gwyn’s face, nor the roundness of her eyes. Obviously some sin was being committed but he wasn’t sure exactly which. It could be anything from his brother catching her in some theft, or perhaps some sort of womanly wile issue. If she was using her charms for some devil’s purposes, the path was clear. Amiti did fancy himself a fair man, however, and said nothing to Gwyn’s stammerings. At the present moment, he neither believed them nor thought them lies.
“I-I came to help Young Master Thaddeus find something! H-He told me he lost s-something.” A frown did burrow its way onto Amiti’s face, however. Thaddeus lost something? That only Gwyneth could find? His gaze swept to his brother, seeking either confirmation of disavowal of such knowledge. In true Thaddeus fashion, dramatic and a little lumbering, his brother whipped around, smile plastered.
“She’s right,” he agreed stoutly. “I believed there were some prays left in this book and I was trying to get it down from the shelves and…”
Amiti’s eyes traveled to the exact shelf the prayer books stood upon. It wasn’t on the top shelf. Those, of course, were at heart level. Where they should be. But Thaddeus plowed on in his explanation, only succeeding in making Amiti irritated.
“Well, it almost fell on me because the book is really, really heavy brother and Gwyneth saw me and saved me, is that correct Gwyneth? She helped me get it down safely and she was helping me flip through the pages. I think I picked the wrong book though and Gwyneth was saying that I should have thought about it more before I took it off the shelves.”
Amiti was further into the room by this point, peering up at the shelves for the misplacement of whatever book that his brother had mistakenly brought down. “I’m not surprised you were unable to find it,” he said tonelessly, still looking for Gwyn to have put the book back in the wrong spot. There was nothing out of order that he could see and he squinted at Gwyn, not totally sure that she’d know exactly how he liked his books. However, she’d been here long enough that it was possible she did. How valuable was she, then? Fairly, it was turning out. His attention was drawn back to Thaddeus. “The prayer books aren’t on the top shelf, Thad, which you would know if you prayed more devoutly,” his pointed words were intended to needle his clearly guilty brother into a better prayer life.
“Now that you’re here, I’ll be going. Thanks for putting the book back Amiti, we don’t want it almost falling on me again right?”
“Thad,” Amiti blinked in puzzlement now. “I thought you wanted a prayer book?” And here, Amiti grabbed one at random, feeling that literally anything would help his brother at this point. He handed it to Thaddeus, sized Gwyn up and down, and brought out a selectly precious one for her. It was geared towards women in specific and though it obviously hadn’t saved his harlot mother, perhaps it would keep Gwyn on the straight and narrow. “This is for women. Please be careful with it and return it to me personally when you are finished. You’ll keep it in the house and close to your bed, will you not?”
And then, suddenly remembering that he’d come in this room for a book himself, he gave the two of them another weird look and went to the shelf, plucked his own book up, cast them a final glance, and left the room, but with the door open so that no further tomfoolery would befall anyone.
Amiti’s eyes slowly wandered from Thaddeus to Gwyneth and back again. He didn’t miss the pallor of Gwyn’s face, nor the roundness of her eyes. Obviously some sin was being committed but he wasn’t sure exactly which. It could be anything from his brother catching her in some theft, or perhaps some sort of womanly wile issue. If she was using her charms for some devil’s purposes, the path was clear. Amiti did fancy himself a fair man, however, and said nothing to Gwyn’s stammerings. At the present moment, he neither believed them nor thought them lies.
“I-I came to help Young Master Thaddeus find something! H-He told me he lost s-something.” A frown did burrow its way onto Amiti’s face, however. Thaddeus lost something? That only Gwyneth could find? His gaze swept to his brother, seeking either confirmation of disavowal of such knowledge. In true Thaddeus fashion, dramatic and a little lumbering, his brother whipped around, smile plastered.
“She’s right,” he agreed stoutly. “I believed there were some prays left in this book and I was trying to get it down from the shelves and…”
Amiti’s eyes traveled to the exact shelf the prayer books stood upon. It wasn’t on the top shelf. Those, of course, were at heart level. Where they should be. But Thaddeus plowed on in his explanation, only succeeding in making Amiti irritated.
“Well, it almost fell on me because the book is really, really heavy brother and Gwyneth saw me and saved me, is that correct Gwyneth? She helped me get it down safely and she was helping me flip through the pages. I think I picked the wrong book though and Gwyneth was saying that I should have thought about it more before I took it off the shelves.”
Amiti was further into the room by this point, peering up at the shelves for the misplacement of whatever book that his brother had mistakenly brought down. “I’m not surprised you were unable to find it,” he said tonelessly, still looking for Gwyn to have put the book back in the wrong spot. There was nothing out of order that he could see and he squinted at Gwyn, not totally sure that she’d know exactly how he liked his books. However, she’d been here long enough that it was possible she did. How valuable was she, then? Fairly, it was turning out. His attention was drawn back to Thaddeus. “The prayer books aren’t on the top shelf, Thad, which you would know if you prayed more devoutly,” his pointed words were intended to needle his clearly guilty brother into a better prayer life.
“Now that you’re here, I’ll be going. Thanks for putting the book back Amiti, we don’t want it almost falling on me again right?”
“Thad,” Amiti blinked in puzzlement now. “I thought you wanted a prayer book?” And here, Amiti grabbed one at random, feeling that literally anything would help his brother at this point. He handed it to Thaddeus, sized Gwyn up and down, and brought out a selectly precious one for her. It was geared towards women in specific and though it obviously hadn’t saved his harlot mother, perhaps it would keep Gwyn on the straight and narrow. “This is for women. Please be careful with it and return it to me personally when you are finished. You’ll keep it in the house and close to your bed, will you not?”
And then, suddenly remembering that he’d come in this room for a book himself, he gave the two of them another weird look and went to the shelf, plucked his own book up, cast them a final glance, and left the room, but with the door open so that no further tomfoolery would befall anyone.
Throwing up a quick prayer to Yahweh in her heart when Thaddeus quickly caught on as to what Gwyneth was trying to do, she hid her anxiousness by stuffing her hands behind her even as she watched the two brothers converse, dutifully keeping her head bent downwards as servants were expected to do. The brunette nodded when spoken to, but otherwise kept silent as a rock, not trusting her voice not to shake should she speak. This was cutting too close! Wasn't Amiti supposed to be with his father? Was this a sign from Yahweh saying she was going about her plans all wrong?
Biting her bottom lip when Amiti lightly scolded the brother, it was surprising to see Thaddeus not appearing sad, as he was wont to do when it came to Amiti's disapproval. Could the man be more concerned for her own wellbeing then what her brother's opinion was of her at that moment?
Not the time! Gwyneth internally scolded herself, and tried to inch her way out with Thaddeus in front of her, only to jump when Amiti addressed his brother again. Despite it not being her name that her employer had called, Gwyneth found herself freezing in place as well. Her gaze was trained on the ground, but from a corner of her eye, she gazed at Amiti fishing a prayer book off the shelf, only for her to pale when the elder brother's eyes fell on her.
Had she been discovered? Was he suspicious? She wasn't supposed to be here alone with Thaddeus at all! Maybe he saw through her. Did he finally remember who she was related to?
Almost hyperventilating at the degree of which Amiti was looking at her (which honestly, was very likely happening all in her head), Gwyneth was almost frozen when he handed her a book. Had Amiti brushed his fingers against hers, he could've felt how stone cold it was from the anxiety that rushed through her.
"O-o-of co-course!" Gwyneth breathed out, tightening her grip on the book before bringing it close to her chest, as if treasuring it when truly, she was only gripping on to it for dear life to prevent her knees from giving way. "I will return to you in pristine condition, Master Amiti!" The brunette finally managed to squeak out, taking a last curtsy before hurrying out the room, only letting a deep breathe of relief once she had managed to hurry to the small clearing behind the kitchens quite a way away from the private quarters, not even noticing if Thaddeus had followed her or not.
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Throwing up a quick prayer to Yahweh in her heart when Thaddeus quickly caught on as to what Gwyneth was trying to do, she hid her anxiousness by stuffing her hands behind her even as she watched the two brothers converse, dutifully keeping her head bent downwards as servants were expected to do. The brunette nodded when spoken to, but otherwise kept silent as a rock, not trusting her voice not to shake should she speak. This was cutting too close! Wasn't Amiti supposed to be with his father? Was this a sign from Yahweh saying she was going about her plans all wrong?
Biting her bottom lip when Amiti lightly scolded the brother, it was surprising to see Thaddeus not appearing sad, as he was wont to do when it came to Amiti's disapproval. Could the man be more concerned for her own wellbeing then what her brother's opinion was of her at that moment?
Not the time! Gwyneth internally scolded herself, and tried to inch her way out with Thaddeus in front of her, only to jump when Amiti addressed his brother again. Despite it not being her name that her employer had called, Gwyneth found herself freezing in place as well. Her gaze was trained on the ground, but from a corner of her eye, she gazed at Amiti fishing a prayer book off the shelf, only for her to pale when the elder brother's eyes fell on her.
Had she been discovered? Was he suspicious? She wasn't supposed to be here alone with Thaddeus at all! Maybe he saw through her. Did he finally remember who she was related to?
Almost hyperventilating at the degree of which Amiti was looking at her (which honestly, was very likely happening all in her head), Gwyneth was almost frozen when he handed her a book. Had Amiti brushed his fingers against hers, he could've felt how stone cold it was from the anxiety that rushed through her.
"O-o-of co-course!" Gwyneth breathed out, tightening her grip on the book before bringing it close to her chest, as if treasuring it when truly, she was only gripping on to it for dear life to prevent her knees from giving way. "I will return to you in pristine condition, Master Amiti!" The brunette finally managed to squeak out, taking a last curtsy before hurrying out the room, only letting a deep breathe of relief once she had managed to hurry to the small clearing behind the kitchens quite a way away from the private quarters, not even noticing if Thaddeus had followed her or not.
Throwing up a quick prayer to Yahweh in her heart when Thaddeus quickly caught on as to what Gwyneth was trying to do, she hid her anxiousness by stuffing her hands behind her even as she watched the two brothers converse, dutifully keeping her head bent downwards as servants were expected to do. The brunette nodded when spoken to, but otherwise kept silent as a rock, not trusting her voice not to shake should she speak. This was cutting too close! Wasn't Amiti supposed to be with his father? Was this a sign from Yahweh saying she was going about her plans all wrong?
Biting her bottom lip when Amiti lightly scolded the brother, it was surprising to see Thaddeus not appearing sad, as he was wont to do when it came to Amiti's disapproval. Could the man be more concerned for her own wellbeing then what her brother's opinion was of her at that moment?
Not the time! Gwyneth internally scolded herself, and tried to inch her way out with Thaddeus in front of her, only to jump when Amiti addressed his brother again. Despite it not being her name that her employer had called, Gwyneth found herself freezing in place as well. Her gaze was trained on the ground, but from a corner of her eye, she gazed at Amiti fishing a prayer book off the shelf, only for her to pale when the elder brother's eyes fell on her.
Had she been discovered? Was he suspicious? She wasn't supposed to be here alone with Thaddeus at all! Maybe he saw through her. Did he finally remember who she was related to?
Almost hyperventilating at the degree of which Amiti was looking at her (which honestly, was very likely happening all in her head), Gwyneth was almost frozen when he handed her a book. Had Amiti brushed his fingers against hers, he could've felt how stone cold it was from the anxiety that rushed through her.
"O-o-of co-course!" Gwyneth breathed out, tightening her grip on the book before bringing it close to her chest, as if treasuring it when truly, she was only gripping on to it for dear life to prevent her knees from giving way. "I will return to you in pristine condition, Master Amiti!" The brunette finally managed to squeak out, taking a last curtsy before hurrying out the room, only letting a deep breathe of relief once she had managed to hurry to the small clearing behind the kitchens quite a way away from the private quarters, not even noticing if Thaddeus had followed her or not.