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“You know those things I said… they weren’t meant for you, don’t you? The blame. The anger. It wasn’t meant to be directed at you. You were just the unlucky victim of a lot of pent of anxieties that came spilling out. I hope you realize it would take more than this latest fiasco for me to truly rescind my friendship. And I am very glad you didn’t walk away.”
“Don’t say what you don’t mean,” he advised. “Restraint is hard to master and well worth the effort.” She had not asked for it, but he could not resist driving that last part home. However, he knew that sometimes his words were thrown around like stones, and so he added, “I am not angry.” Would he have preferred to remain unslapped? Have been given the benefit of the doubt? Been proved guilty before judgement was carried out? Yes. But that was neither here nor there. What had been done was done and there was no changing it now. They came out the other side and all would be well.
Tomorrow.
“I am sorry for slapping you. You did wound my pride by saying I wasn’t interesting when we were riding.”
He frowned and had to think about that one a second. Had he said that? And then he realized, yes, he had, but the whole sentence had come out wrong. This was why he didn’t usually verbally spar with people. Everything he intended got garbled and warped beyond what he meant.
“You’re very interesting. Take now, for example.” He motioned with his elbow at their change in circumstances; he was basically naked and she was not. “I was meaning that-” he couldn’t go into that without bringing up that incredibly embarrassing marriage part, where she’d been abundantly clear that he was very wrong to assume that’s what she was after. At which point he’d felt like a vain fool, which hadn’t happened to him in a long time. “Mistakes have been made on both sides.” This was his attempt at salvaging the conversation.
He was nodding along to her idea of her walking a ways down the beach to fetch her clothes when she suddenly stopped herself, realized afresh that he wasn’t lying, which he’d assumed they’d already covered, and then a fresh wave of embarrassment looked to flood over her. With the mewling, there was no reason to do anything but give her a look of confirmation.
“At least I know it’s alive,” he mused as he walked along, looking back at her and inclining his head that she should keep up if she intended to follow. She’d had her moments of embarrassment. It was only fair he had his. Though, really, he really should have been a lot more firm about sending her home but he liked the company. “I had been preparing for the worst.”
He moved along the beach and found the basket placed on wet rocks. The bottom of the thing was soaked and while the kitten was alive, it was wet and cold, which was more cruel than outright killing it. There wasn’t even a towel for the little beast, but he didn’t dare take it out in case it darted away from him and into the trees. Even he wouldn’t be able to track it at night.
Making sure to keep his side to her so that she wouldn’t get another eye full, he let go of himself and bent down to pick up the basket. Then he turned, keeping it strategically at his front, like he’d planned. “That’s better. Let’s go.”
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“You know those things I said… they weren’t meant for you, don’t you? The blame. The anger. It wasn’t meant to be directed at you. You were just the unlucky victim of a lot of pent of anxieties that came spilling out. I hope you realize it would take more than this latest fiasco for me to truly rescind my friendship. And I am very glad you didn’t walk away.”
“Don’t say what you don’t mean,” he advised. “Restraint is hard to master and well worth the effort.” She had not asked for it, but he could not resist driving that last part home. However, he knew that sometimes his words were thrown around like stones, and so he added, “I am not angry.” Would he have preferred to remain unslapped? Have been given the benefit of the doubt? Been proved guilty before judgement was carried out? Yes. But that was neither here nor there. What had been done was done and there was no changing it now. They came out the other side and all would be well.
Tomorrow.
“I am sorry for slapping you. You did wound my pride by saying I wasn’t interesting when we were riding.”
He frowned and had to think about that one a second. Had he said that? And then he realized, yes, he had, but the whole sentence had come out wrong. This was why he didn’t usually verbally spar with people. Everything he intended got garbled and warped beyond what he meant.
“You’re very interesting. Take now, for example.” He motioned with his elbow at their change in circumstances; he was basically naked and she was not. “I was meaning that-” he couldn’t go into that without bringing up that incredibly embarrassing marriage part, where she’d been abundantly clear that he was very wrong to assume that’s what she was after. At which point he’d felt like a vain fool, which hadn’t happened to him in a long time. “Mistakes have been made on both sides.” This was his attempt at salvaging the conversation.
He was nodding along to her idea of her walking a ways down the beach to fetch her clothes when she suddenly stopped herself, realized afresh that he wasn’t lying, which he’d assumed they’d already covered, and then a fresh wave of embarrassment looked to flood over her. With the mewling, there was no reason to do anything but give her a look of confirmation.
“At least I know it’s alive,” he mused as he walked along, looking back at her and inclining his head that she should keep up if she intended to follow. She’d had her moments of embarrassment. It was only fair he had his. Though, really, he really should have been a lot more firm about sending her home but he liked the company. “I had been preparing for the worst.”
He moved along the beach and found the basket placed on wet rocks. The bottom of the thing was soaked and while the kitten was alive, it was wet and cold, which was more cruel than outright killing it. There wasn’t even a towel for the little beast, but he didn’t dare take it out in case it darted away from him and into the trees. Even he wouldn’t be able to track it at night.
Making sure to keep his side to her so that she wouldn’t get another eye full, he let go of himself and bent down to pick up the basket. Then he turned, keeping it strategically at his front, like he’d planned. “That’s better. Let’s go.”
“You know those things I said… they weren’t meant for you, don’t you? The blame. The anger. It wasn’t meant to be directed at you. You were just the unlucky victim of a lot of pent of anxieties that came spilling out. I hope you realize it would take more than this latest fiasco for me to truly rescind my friendship. And I am very glad you didn’t walk away.”
“Don’t say what you don’t mean,” he advised. “Restraint is hard to master and well worth the effort.” She had not asked for it, but he could not resist driving that last part home. However, he knew that sometimes his words were thrown around like stones, and so he added, “I am not angry.” Would he have preferred to remain unslapped? Have been given the benefit of the doubt? Been proved guilty before judgement was carried out? Yes. But that was neither here nor there. What had been done was done and there was no changing it now. They came out the other side and all would be well.
Tomorrow.
“I am sorry for slapping you. You did wound my pride by saying I wasn’t interesting when we were riding.”
He frowned and had to think about that one a second. Had he said that? And then he realized, yes, he had, but the whole sentence had come out wrong. This was why he didn’t usually verbally spar with people. Everything he intended got garbled and warped beyond what he meant.
“You’re very interesting. Take now, for example.” He motioned with his elbow at their change in circumstances; he was basically naked and she was not. “I was meaning that-” he couldn’t go into that without bringing up that incredibly embarrassing marriage part, where she’d been abundantly clear that he was very wrong to assume that’s what she was after. At which point he’d felt like a vain fool, which hadn’t happened to him in a long time. “Mistakes have been made on both sides.” This was his attempt at salvaging the conversation.
He was nodding along to her idea of her walking a ways down the beach to fetch her clothes when she suddenly stopped herself, realized afresh that he wasn’t lying, which he’d assumed they’d already covered, and then a fresh wave of embarrassment looked to flood over her. With the mewling, there was no reason to do anything but give her a look of confirmation.
“At least I know it’s alive,” he mused as he walked along, looking back at her and inclining his head that she should keep up if she intended to follow. She’d had her moments of embarrassment. It was only fair he had his. Though, really, he really should have been a lot more firm about sending her home but he liked the company. “I had been preparing for the worst.”
He moved along the beach and found the basket placed on wet rocks. The bottom of the thing was soaked and while the kitten was alive, it was wet and cold, which was more cruel than outright killing it. There wasn’t even a towel for the little beast, but he didn’t dare take it out in case it darted away from him and into the trees. Even he wouldn’t be able to track it at night.
Making sure to keep his side to her so that she wouldn’t get another eye full, he let go of himself and bent down to pick up the basket. Then he turned, keeping it strategically at his front, like he’d planned. “That’s better. Let’s go.”
His advice was returned with an upturned smile on her lips. Did he realize he’d given a bit more about himself away? Her eyes fluttered down, and the smile widened a bit more. ‘Restraint is hard to master and well worth the effort.’ She looked up at him from beneath her sweeping dark lashes.
“Now, where is the fun in that,” She murmured quietly with a shake of her head. “You know that self-control of yours is a fatal flaw, don’t you?” Her gaze dropped again and stared at the sand for a moment and continued, “The harder you try and hold things in… to restrain them, to control them...you’ll find you are actually losing control. After a little while, you are going to go off like a bottle of wine that you just keep shaking until you blow the whole end off.”
She shifted a glance at him, “And as fun as that would be to watch, I don’t recommend it.” Licking her lips in thought, “It’s like riding. Reins are a form of control, but the truth is… you don’t really master that control or restraint until you take those reins off.” Meeting his gaze, she offered him another smile. “Should try riding without your bridle one day, it’s an enlightening experience.” Maybe there was more than one meaning to what she was saying, not that she suspected he’d look a whole lot deeper into her words… He hadn’t proven too yet. She sighed and looked away at that thought.
‘You’re very interesting. Take now, for example.’ That drew her attention again. Tilting her head, she raised an eyebrow at him to explain. He motioned between them and her eyebrow raised a fraction higher at him. ‘I was meaning that-’ Evie wanted to wave her hand at him to hurry up and complete that sentence. What about this situation did he find very interesting? He paused too long for her to believe for a moment that whatever had been on the tip of his tongue would actually be what came out of his mouth. ‘Mistakes have been made on both sides.’ Settling him with an exasperated look, her lips pursed. She let the narrowing of her eyes convey the message that this discussion was not over and that they would continue it.
She spoke of clothes and he nodded along, that worked for her. At least he seemed to have lost interest in trying to send her on her way. The sounds of the kitten though soon drew both their attention, and she followed along at his heels trying to stay out of his way as he searched for the basket.
‘At least I know it’s alive.’ He didn’t have to say what the other option was. Cruelty ran in many forms, but the most popular form seemed to be against the innocent. Her lips pinched together at the thought. ‘I had been preparing for the worst.’ She didn’t say anything, her gaze scanning the area looking for anything that might have held the kitten. Not saying anything until the basket was found, but as soon as it was in his hands, a soft audible sigh escaped her and she leaned her back against one of the tall rocks as he examined inside the basket. “The poor darling,” She bit her bottom lip and stared at the basket. It was a challenge for her not to grab the basket from him and offer the kitten a warm haven in her arms. She pressed her arms behind her back and let him place the basket in front of him.
‘That’s better. Let’s go.’ Evangelina wasn’t entirely sure if he was talking to the kitten or to her, but either way, she walked along beside him focusing on the path in front of her. The sun was setting and casting a red and gold tint across the beach and the silence was killing her. She glanced over at him, “I think I’ve come up with a solution for my brother.” She waited until he looked at her before she broke her the glance by looking away again, “A Taengean husband if I can manage. It’d allow me to remain close enough to keep a watchful eye on him...” Sucking in a breath, she smiled and sighed, “I don’t suppose your son is looking for a wife? Let’s see, that leaves Lord Emilios except that’s one too many Leventis marrying into that family already if you ask me…” She paused knowing one other name on that list but was hesitant to say it, she bit her lip and looked away, “Lord Nikos has always been rather fond of me. I suppose that is an option too…”
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His advice was returned with an upturned smile on her lips. Did he realize he’d given a bit more about himself away? Her eyes fluttered down, and the smile widened a bit more. ‘Restraint is hard to master and well worth the effort.’ She looked up at him from beneath her sweeping dark lashes.
“Now, where is the fun in that,” She murmured quietly with a shake of her head. “You know that self-control of yours is a fatal flaw, don’t you?” Her gaze dropped again and stared at the sand for a moment and continued, “The harder you try and hold things in… to restrain them, to control them...you’ll find you are actually losing control. After a little while, you are going to go off like a bottle of wine that you just keep shaking until you blow the whole end off.”
She shifted a glance at him, “And as fun as that would be to watch, I don’t recommend it.” Licking her lips in thought, “It’s like riding. Reins are a form of control, but the truth is… you don’t really master that control or restraint until you take those reins off.” Meeting his gaze, she offered him another smile. “Should try riding without your bridle one day, it’s an enlightening experience.” Maybe there was more than one meaning to what she was saying, not that she suspected he’d look a whole lot deeper into her words… He hadn’t proven too yet. She sighed and looked away at that thought.
‘You’re very interesting. Take now, for example.’ That drew her attention again. Tilting her head, she raised an eyebrow at him to explain. He motioned between them and her eyebrow raised a fraction higher at him. ‘I was meaning that-’ Evie wanted to wave her hand at him to hurry up and complete that sentence. What about this situation did he find very interesting? He paused too long for her to believe for a moment that whatever had been on the tip of his tongue would actually be what came out of his mouth. ‘Mistakes have been made on both sides.’ Settling him with an exasperated look, her lips pursed. She let the narrowing of her eyes convey the message that this discussion was not over and that they would continue it.
She spoke of clothes and he nodded along, that worked for her. At least he seemed to have lost interest in trying to send her on her way. The sounds of the kitten though soon drew both their attention, and she followed along at his heels trying to stay out of his way as he searched for the basket.
‘At least I know it’s alive.’ He didn’t have to say what the other option was. Cruelty ran in many forms, but the most popular form seemed to be against the innocent. Her lips pinched together at the thought. ‘I had been preparing for the worst.’ She didn’t say anything, her gaze scanning the area looking for anything that might have held the kitten. Not saying anything until the basket was found, but as soon as it was in his hands, a soft audible sigh escaped her and she leaned her back against one of the tall rocks as he examined inside the basket. “The poor darling,” She bit her bottom lip and stared at the basket. It was a challenge for her not to grab the basket from him and offer the kitten a warm haven in her arms. She pressed her arms behind her back and let him place the basket in front of him.
‘That’s better. Let’s go.’ Evangelina wasn’t entirely sure if he was talking to the kitten or to her, but either way, she walked along beside him focusing on the path in front of her. The sun was setting and casting a red and gold tint across the beach and the silence was killing her. She glanced over at him, “I think I’ve come up with a solution for my brother.” She waited until he looked at her before she broke her the glance by looking away again, “A Taengean husband if I can manage. It’d allow me to remain close enough to keep a watchful eye on him...” Sucking in a breath, she smiled and sighed, “I don’t suppose your son is looking for a wife? Let’s see, that leaves Lord Emilios except that’s one too many Leventis marrying into that family already if you ask me…” She paused knowing one other name on that list but was hesitant to say it, she bit her lip and looked away, “Lord Nikos has always been rather fond of me. I suppose that is an option too…”
His advice was returned with an upturned smile on her lips. Did he realize he’d given a bit more about himself away? Her eyes fluttered down, and the smile widened a bit more. ‘Restraint is hard to master and well worth the effort.’ She looked up at him from beneath her sweeping dark lashes.
“Now, where is the fun in that,” She murmured quietly with a shake of her head. “You know that self-control of yours is a fatal flaw, don’t you?” Her gaze dropped again and stared at the sand for a moment and continued, “The harder you try and hold things in… to restrain them, to control them...you’ll find you are actually losing control. After a little while, you are going to go off like a bottle of wine that you just keep shaking until you blow the whole end off.”
She shifted a glance at him, “And as fun as that would be to watch, I don’t recommend it.” Licking her lips in thought, “It’s like riding. Reins are a form of control, but the truth is… you don’t really master that control or restraint until you take those reins off.” Meeting his gaze, she offered him another smile. “Should try riding without your bridle one day, it’s an enlightening experience.” Maybe there was more than one meaning to what she was saying, not that she suspected he’d look a whole lot deeper into her words… He hadn’t proven too yet. She sighed and looked away at that thought.
‘You’re very interesting. Take now, for example.’ That drew her attention again. Tilting her head, she raised an eyebrow at him to explain. He motioned between them and her eyebrow raised a fraction higher at him. ‘I was meaning that-’ Evie wanted to wave her hand at him to hurry up and complete that sentence. What about this situation did he find very interesting? He paused too long for her to believe for a moment that whatever had been on the tip of his tongue would actually be what came out of his mouth. ‘Mistakes have been made on both sides.’ Settling him with an exasperated look, her lips pursed. She let the narrowing of her eyes convey the message that this discussion was not over and that they would continue it.
She spoke of clothes and he nodded along, that worked for her. At least he seemed to have lost interest in trying to send her on her way. The sounds of the kitten though soon drew both their attention, and she followed along at his heels trying to stay out of his way as he searched for the basket.
‘At least I know it’s alive.’ He didn’t have to say what the other option was. Cruelty ran in many forms, but the most popular form seemed to be against the innocent. Her lips pinched together at the thought. ‘I had been preparing for the worst.’ She didn’t say anything, her gaze scanning the area looking for anything that might have held the kitten. Not saying anything until the basket was found, but as soon as it was in his hands, a soft audible sigh escaped her and she leaned her back against one of the tall rocks as he examined inside the basket. “The poor darling,” She bit her bottom lip and stared at the basket. It was a challenge for her not to grab the basket from him and offer the kitten a warm haven in her arms. She pressed her arms behind her back and let him place the basket in front of him.
‘That’s better. Let’s go.’ Evangelina wasn’t entirely sure if he was talking to the kitten or to her, but either way, she walked along beside him focusing on the path in front of her. The sun was setting and casting a red and gold tint across the beach and the silence was killing her. She glanced over at him, “I think I’ve come up with a solution for my brother.” She waited until he looked at her before she broke her the glance by looking away again, “A Taengean husband if I can manage. It’d allow me to remain close enough to keep a watchful eye on him...” Sucking in a breath, she smiled and sighed, “I don’t suppose your son is looking for a wife? Let’s see, that leaves Lord Emilios except that’s one too many Leventis marrying into that family already if you ask me…” She paused knowing one other name on that list but was hesitant to say it, she bit her lip and looked away, “Lord Nikos has always been rather fond of me. I suppose that is an option too…”
“Now, where is the fun in that? You know that self-control of yours is a fatal flaw, don’t you?”
Her sentiment made him glance at her and raised his eyebrows just a little. Critique on restraint was something he’d heard before, but usually from the likes of men. Not young women. ...not that he spoke to many young women at all. So it wasn’t like there was a huge pool of people, men or women who’d said this to him, but still. Enough that he’d heard it before and was a little surprised to hear it coming out of her mouth.
“The harder you try and hold things in… to restrain them, to control them...you’ll find you are actually losing control. After a little while, you are going to go off like a bottle of wine that you just keep shaking until you blow the whole end off. And as fun as that would be to watch, I don’t recommend it.”
He slid his eyes forward again as they walked, resisting smiling to himself as she lectured on. Her assumptions were wildly incorrect. The only thing he was controlling were his own baser impulses. Not her or anyone else, which, obviously would drive someone up the wall. What she would learn, if she gave herself time, was that the more one practiced self denial, the more used to it one became, until it was almost nothing at all to say no. It was when he let an idea sit in his mind and stay there that there could be trouble. Like he’d done today and he was working to put that to rights.
A companionable silence settled between them as they walked. The only sounds were of gulls, the gentle lapping of water, and the grains of sand sliding under their feet as they went along. After a little while, she indicated she’d solved the issue of her brother. He said nothing, knowing now that he didn’t actually need to talk to get her to continue. She went on to name husbands who could keep her in Taengea. He was pretty sure he’d mentioned that yesterday but maybe he’d only thought it. Sometimes that was a bad habit - words never actually leaving his mouth.
“Iason is contracted to marry the Queen of Athenia,” he said impassively. That whole thing was a completely different story and one he didn’t wish to discuss at the moment, due to political reasons.
He nodded at her mention of Lord Emilios, but privately thought she’d likely be unhappy in such a union. She’d get all the luck her sister got in marrying Stephanos, without the position of queen as comfort. Another nod when she said that the families were too interwoven now. That was certainly true. Then she named off Lord Nikos. Gavriil sighed hard at that and glanced over at her.
“You could,” he agreed and left it at that. He had no good opinion of his friend’s son. There wasn’t a more vain, indolent young man in Greece. “You’d have a steady supply of good wine.” And that was the best encouragement he could offer about that.
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“Now, where is the fun in that? You know that self-control of yours is a fatal flaw, don’t you?”
Her sentiment made him glance at her and raised his eyebrows just a little. Critique on restraint was something he’d heard before, but usually from the likes of men. Not young women. ...not that he spoke to many young women at all. So it wasn’t like there was a huge pool of people, men or women who’d said this to him, but still. Enough that he’d heard it before and was a little surprised to hear it coming out of her mouth.
“The harder you try and hold things in… to restrain them, to control them...you’ll find you are actually losing control. After a little while, you are going to go off like a bottle of wine that you just keep shaking until you blow the whole end off. And as fun as that would be to watch, I don’t recommend it.”
He slid his eyes forward again as they walked, resisting smiling to himself as she lectured on. Her assumptions were wildly incorrect. The only thing he was controlling were his own baser impulses. Not her or anyone else, which, obviously would drive someone up the wall. What she would learn, if she gave herself time, was that the more one practiced self denial, the more used to it one became, until it was almost nothing at all to say no. It was when he let an idea sit in his mind and stay there that there could be trouble. Like he’d done today and he was working to put that to rights.
A companionable silence settled between them as they walked. The only sounds were of gulls, the gentle lapping of water, and the grains of sand sliding under their feet as they went along. After a little while, she indicated she’d solved the issue of her brother. He said nothing, knowing now that he didn’t actually need to talk to get her to continue. She went on to name husbands who could keep her in Taengea. He was pretty sure he’d mentioned that yesterday but maybe he’d only thought it. Sometimes that was a bad habit - words never actually leaving his mouth.
“Iason is contracted to marry the Queen of Athenia,” he said impassively. That whole thing was a completely different story and one he didn’t wish to discuss at the moment, due to political reasons.
He nodded at her mention of Lord Emilios, but privately thought she’d likely be unhappy in such a union. She’d get all the luck her sister got in marrying Stephanos, without the position of queen as comfort. Another nod when she said that the families were too interwoven now. That was certainly true. Then she named off Lord Nikos. Gavriil sighed hard at that and glanced over at her.
“You could,” he agreed and left it at that. He had no good opinion of his friend’s son. There wasn’t a more vain, indolent young man in Greece. “You’d have a steady supply of good wine.” And that was the best encouragement he could offer about that.
“Now, where is the fun in that? You know that self-control of yours is a fatal flaw, don’t you?”
Her sentiment made him glance at her and raised his eyebrows just a little. Critique on restraint was something he’d heard before, but usually from the likes of men. Not young women. ...not that he spoke to many young women at all. So it wasn’t like there was a huge pool of people, men or women who’d said this to him, but still. Enough that he’d heard it before and was a little surprised to hear it coming out of her mouth.
“The harder you try and hold things in… to restrain them, to control them...you’ll find you are actually losing control. After a little while, you are going to go off like a bottle of wine that you just keep shaking until you blow the whole end off. And as fun as that would be to watch, I don’t recommend it.”
He slid his eyes forward again as they walked, resisting smiling to himself as she lectured on. Her assumptions were wildly incorrect. The only thing he was controlling were his own baser impulses. Not her or anyone else, which, obviously would drive someone up the wall. What she would learn, if she gave herself time, was that the more one practiced self denial, the more used to it one became, until it was almost nothing at all to say no. It was when he let an idea sit in his mind and stay there that there could be trouble. Like he’d done today and he was working to put that to rights.
A companionable silence settled between them as they walked. The only sounds were of gulls, the gentle lapping of water, and the grains of sand sliding under their feet as they went along. After a little while, she indicated she’d solved the issue of her brother. He said nothing, knowing now that he didn’t actually need to talk to get her to continue. She went on to name husbands who could keep her in Taengea. He was pretty sure he’d mentioned that yesterday but maybe he’d only thought it. Sometimes that was a bad habit - words never actually leaving his mouth.
“Iason is contracted to marry the Queen of Athenia,” he said impassively. That whole thing was a completely different story and one he didn’t wish to discuss at the moment, due to political reasons.
He nodded at her mention of Lord Emilios, but privately thought she’d likely be unhappy in such a union. She’d get all the luck her sister got in marrying Stephanos, without the position of queen as comfort. Another nod when she said that the families were too interwoven now. That was certainly true. Then she named off Lord Nikos. Gavriil sighed hard at that and glanced over at her.
“You could,” he agreed and left it at that. He had no good opinion of his friend’s son. There wasn’t a more vain, indolent young man in Greece. “You’d have a steady supply of good wine.” And that was the best encouragement he could offer about that.
Gavriil’s glance and raise of his eyebrows, even just that tiny fraction higher, felt like a win to her. It was at least some type of reaction to her. Her lips parted in a smug smile, her puckish gaze holding his for a moment before flitting back to the path in front of them. Did that mean he disagreed with her? That wouldn’t have surprised her.
She rolled her shoulders at his silence and then made a grab to re-adjust his chiton on her. It wasn’t that the silence was uncomfortable for her… that wasn’t why she’d started talking. And if she’d really thought about it, this particular topic wouldn’t have been one she’d chosen but the tension she felt even standing next to him caused her to just start talking about the first thing that had come to her mind.
Once she’d started, the pint-sized Leventi was in too deep to withdrawal from that topic without making it even more awkward. With a shrug, her gaze dropped to the ground waiting for him to speak. When he did, she glanced sideways at him.
‘Iason is contracted to marry the Queen of Athenia.’ Waiting, she noted he didn’t elaborate on that… When had Iason and Persephone become engaged? She opened her mouth to ask, but stopped herself and gave a small nod of her head, looking at the path in front of them again. Her eyes blinked as that soaked in, had she missed a formal announcement of that? She didn’t think so. Drawing her dark gaze back to him, she offered an earnest dimpled smile, “Please pass on my felicitations to Lord Iason for such an advantageous match… My cousin has always known a good thing when she sees it.”
He nodded his head and the thought crossed her mind that she might have been boring him. At this point, she thought maybe the silence would be less awkward than this conversation. His coarse sigh at the mention of Nikos brought her head around to study him. Her lips pursed, when he spoke up, informing her that she ‘could’. The way he’d said it got under her skin a little. Gavriil continued with, ‘You’d have a steady supply of good wine.’
She’d need it being married to Nikos. She wanted to say that, but instead, she felt her back bristle. Why did it feel like he was judging her on her options? Not only did it feel like he was judging her but that he didn’t approve. Crossing her arms softly under her breasts, Evangelina refused to look at him at that moment looking instead at the sand, her feet, anything that wasn’t him.
“You don’t have to sound so disapproving, you know.” She said softly with a sigh, “I haven’t decided to pursue anything for certain, but it’s the only idea I’ve come up with so far.” Her hand reached up to re-adjust the chiton again and continued, “He wouldn’t have been my first choice either…” Her head came up and her words pausing as she stared off in the distance then smiled sadly, “When I was 11, I thought I was in love with him.” She glanced at Gavriil and shrugged it off, “I am well aware of his… flaws. Nothing he does would surprise me.”
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Gavriil’s glance and raise of his eyebrows, even just that tiny fraction higher, felt like a win to her. It was at least some type of reaction to her. Her lips parted in a smug smile, her puckish gaze holding his for a moment before flitting back to the path in front of them. Did that mean he disagreed with her? That wouldn’t have surprised her.
She rolled her shoulders at his silence and then made a grab to re-adjust his chiton on her. It wasn’t that the silence was uncomfortable for her… that wasn’t why she’d started talking. And if she’d really thought about it, this particular topic wouldn’t have been one she’d chosen but the tension she felt even standing next to him caused her to just start talking about the first thing that had come to her mind.
Once she’d started, the pint-sized Leventi was in too deep to withdrawal from that topic without making it even more awkward. With a shrug, her gaze dropped to the ground waiting for him to speak. When he did, she glanced sideways at him.
‘Iason is contracted to marry the Queen of Athenia.’ Waiting, she noted he didn’t elaborate on that… When had Iason and Persephone become engaged? She opened her mouth to ask, but stopped herself and gave a small nod of her head, looking at the path in front of them again. Her eyes blinked as that soaked in, had she missed a formal announcement of that? She didn’t think so. Drawing her dark gaze back to him, she offered an earnest dimpled smile, “Please pass on my felicitations to Lord Iason for such an advantageous match… My cousin has always known a good thing when she sees it.”
He nodded his head and the thought crossed her mind that she might have been boring him. At this point, she thought maybe the silence would be less awkward than this conversation. His coarse sigh at the mention of Nikos brought her head around to study him. Her lips pursed, when he spoke up, informing her that she ‘could’. The way he’d said it got under her skin a little. Gavriil continued with, ‘You’d have a steady supply of good wine.’
She’d need it being married to Nikos. She wanted to say that, but instead, she felt her back bristle. Why did it feel like he was judging her on her options? Not only did it feel like he was judging her but that he didn’t approve. Crossing her arms softly under her breasts, Evangelina refused to look at him at that moment looking instead at the sand, her feet, anything that wasn’t him.
“You don’t have to sound so disapproving, you know.” She said softly with a sigh, “I haven’t decided to pursue anything for certain, but it’s the only idea I’ve come up with so far.” Her hand reached up to re-adjust the chiton again and continued, “He wouldn’t have been my first choice either…” Her head came up and her words pausing as she stared off in the distance then smiled sadly, “When I was 11, I thought I was in love with him.” She glanced at Gavriil and shrugged it off, “I am well aware of his… flaws. Nothing he does would surprise me.”
Gavriil’s glance and raise of his eyebrows, even just that tiny fraction higher, felt like a win to her. It was at least some type of reaction to her. Her lips parted in a smug smile, her puckish gaze holding his for a moment before flitting back to the path in front of them. Did that mean he disagreed with her? That wouldn’t have surprised her.
She rolled her shoulders at his silence and then made a grab to re-adjust his chiton on her. It wasn’t that the silence was uncomfortable for her… that wasn’t why she’d started talking. And if she’d really thought about it, this particular topic wouldn’t have been one she’d chosen but the tension she felt even standing next to him caused her to just start talking about the first thing that had come to her mind.
Once she’d started, the pint-sized Leventi was in too deep to withdrawal from that topic without making it even more awkward. With a shrug, her gaze dropped to the ground waiting for him to speak. When he did, she glanced sideways at him.
‘Iason is contracted to marry the Queen of Athenia.’ Waiting, she noted he didn’t elaborate on that… When had Iason and Persephone become engaged? She opened her mouth to ask, but stopped herself and gave a small nod of her head, looking at the path in front of them again. Her eyes blinked as that soaked in, had she missed a formal announcement of that? She didn’t think so. Drawing her dark gaze back to him, she offered an earnest dimpled smile, “Please pass on my felicitations to Lord Iason for such an advantageous match… My cousin has always known a good thing when she sees it.”
He nodded his head and the thought crossed her mind that she might have been boring him. At this point, she thought maybe the silence would be less awkward than this conversation. His coarse sigh at the mention of Nikos brought her head around to study him. Her lips pursed, when he spoke up, informing her that she ‘could’. The way he’d said it got under her skin a little. Gavriil continued with, ‘You’d have a steady supply of good wine.’
She’d need it being married to Nikos. She wanted to say that, but instead, she felt her back bristle. Why did it feel like he was judging her on her options? Not only did it feel like he was judging her but that he didn’t approve. Crossing her arms softly under her breasts, Evangelina refused to look at him at that moment looking instead at the sand, her feet, anything that wasn’t him.
“You don’t have to sound so disapproving, you know.” She said softly with a sigh, “I haven’t decided to pursue anything for certain, but it’s the only idea I’ve come up with so far.” Her hand reached up to re-adjust the chiton again and continued, “He wouldn’t have been my first choice either…” Her head came up and her words pausing as she stared off in the distance then smiled sadly, “When I was 11, I thought I was in love with him.” She glanced at Gavriil and shrugged it off, “I am well aware of his… flaws. Nothing he does would surprise me.”
“You don’t have to sound so disapproving, you know. I haven’t decided to pursue anything for certain, but it’s the only idea I’ve come up with so far.”[/i]
To that, he wanted to tell her that there were worse things than staying single forever. Like marrying Nikos. He couldn’t conceive of a man so ill suited to marriage with anyone. What Nikos wanted was a mirror. What he needed was to be dropped in the middle of the forest and be made to find his way out.
Gavriil did not often entertain mean thoughts, but he did like the image of Nikoes covered in dirt, with sticks and leaves poking out of his hair, and his pompous finery ruined. He doubted that’d bring the young lord down to a normal ego, though, or else he’d have gone straight to Nikolias and demanded that Nikos come to the Dimitrou estate for awhile. If Nikos was able to be rendered tolerable, Gavriil would have fallen on his sword for the transformation. It would do the whole of Taengea a world of good. As it stood, he couldn’t honestly say he’d mourn if Nikos tripped and drowned in a well.
“Who is your first choice, then?” he asked, blunt as ever. Likely it was Iason. Alas that he did not have two sons. Not that his house was first choice for the other, old noble houses. One of the new houses, perhaps, seeking an alliance with an old name, but the Leventi’s were well situated on their own, especially now. They didn’t need to go begging from a house that didn’t have overly much to offer that they didn’t already have.
Not that his name was anything to look down upon. There’d been kings in Iason’s ancestry. Currently they had immediate connections to Mikaelidas and Kotas, not to mention Iason’s marriage in Athenia extended more influence. They had worthy connections, if nothing else.
She’d been right about the boys getting bored and dropping her clothes. Up ahead, he could just make out what had to be a sandal. Only one. Apparently it would take a while to find the rest.
Gavriil didn’t dare let go of the basket to point, so he inclined with his head. “Up there. Is that your shoe?”
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“You don’t have to sound so disapproving, you know. I haven’t decided to pursue anything for certain, but it’s the only idea I’ve come up with so far.”[/i]
To that, he wanted to tell her that there were worse things than staying single forever. Like marrying Nikos. He couldn’t conceive of a man so ill suited to marriage with anyone. What Nikos wanted was a mirror. What he needed was to be dropped in the middle of the forest and be made to find his way out.
Gavriil did not often entertain mean thoughts, but he did like the image of Nikoes covered in dirt, with sticks and leaves poking out of his hair, and his pompous finery ruined. He doubted that’d bring the young lord down to a normal ego, though, or else he’d have gone straight to Nikolias and demanded that Nikos come to the Dimitrou estate for awhile. If Nikos was able to be rendered tolerable, Gavriil would have fallen on his sword for the transformation. It would do the whole of Taengea a world of good. As it stood, he couldn’t honestly say he’d mourn if Nikos tripped and drowned in a well.
“Who is your first choice, then?” he asked, blunt as ever. Likely it was Iason. Alas that he did not have two sons. Not that his house was first choice for the other, old noble houses. One of the new houses, perhaps, seeking an alliance with an old name, but the Leventi’s were well situated on their own, especially now. They didn’t need to go begging from a house that didn’t have overly much to offer that they didn’t already have.
Not that his name was anything to look down upon. There’d been kings in Iason’s ancestry. Currently they had immediate connections to Mikaelidas and Kotas, not to mention Iason’s marriage in Athenia extended more influence. They had worthy connections, if nothing else.
She’d been right about the boys getting bored and dropping her clothes. Up ahead, he could just make out what had to be a sandal. Only one. Apparently it would take a while to find the rest.
Gavriil didn’t dare let go of the basket to point, so he inclined with his head. “Up there. Is that your shoe?”
“You don’t have to sound so disapproving, you know. I haven’t decided to pursue anything for certain, but it’s the only idea I’ve come up with so far.”[/i]
To that, he wanted to tell her that there were worse things than staying single forever. Like marrying Nikos. He couldn’t conceive of a man so ill suited to marriage with anyone. What Nikos wanted was a mirror. What he needed was to be dropped in the middle of the forest and be made to find his way out.
Gavriil did not often entertain mean thoughts, but he did like the image of Nikoes covered in dirt, with sticks and leaves poking out of his hair, and his pompous finery ruined. He doubted that’d bring the young lord down to a normal ego, though, or else he’d have gone straight to Nikolias and demanded that Nikos come to the Dimitrou estate for awhile. If Nikos was able to be rendered tolerable, Gavriil would have fallen on his sword for the transformation. It would do the whole of Taengea a world of good. As it stood, he couldn’t honestly say he’d mourn if Nikos tripped and drowned in a well.
“Who is your first choice, then?” he asked, blunt as ever. Likely it was Iason. Alas that he did not have two sons. Not that his house was first choice for the other, old noble houses. One of the new houses, perhaps, seeking an alliance with an old name, but the Leventi’s were well situated on their own, especially now. They didn’t need to go begging from a house that didn’t have overly much to offer that they didn’t already have.
Not that his name was anything to look down upon. There’d been kings in Iason’s ancestry. Currently they had immediate connections to Mikaelidas and Kotas, not to mention Iason’s marriage in Athenia extended more influence. They had worthy connections, if nothing else.
She’d been right about the boys getting bored and dropping her clothes. Up ahead, he could just make out what had to be a sandal. Only one. Apparently it would take a while to find the rest.
Gavriil didn’t dare let go of the basket to point, so he inclined with his head. “Up there. Is that your shoe?”
The setting might have been considered romantic. Waves lapped to their own rhythm up to the beach. The odd seagull made noise but otherwise, there was an ethereal feeling to the moment. A sideways glance at Gavriil hugging the basket to him, her lips turned up just a little before she looked away again. Maybe it was only her.
‘Who was your first choice, then?’
Just the simplicity of the question caused her to misstep, tripping a little over her own feet. For a moment, she wondered if she was about to end up face-first in the sand, but she managed to steady herself. Just barely though. Who had been her first choice?
“You, of course.” The words calmly came out, she tilted her head to watch his reaction, keeping her face as innocent as she could despite the fact that there was a playfulness in her warm gaze. There had been a game she’d played with Tino. She’d make up a story and act it out for him. How many times had she fallen upon a fake sword just to see the reaction that her younger brother would have as the hero of the story lay tragically, often slowly and painfully dying? A silent snort escaped her memory and how in a way this seemed very similar. How many times had she gotten in trouble for giving Tino nightmares too?
Letting his reaction settle, she let the innocence fall from her face and she smiled. The corner of her eyes crinkling with amusement. After a moment, she looked away and sighed softly to Gavriil, “No. Although you’d have been a good first choice… I think.” It was the truth, in her mind. If she were honest, he’d make a better choice than even some of the choices that were still open to her. Licking her lips, Evie shook her head. “The truth is, I don’t think I ever thought about it much.” She cut her eyes back to him and continued.
“You know as a girl there wasn’t any real doubts in my mind that I would be expected to marry.” She paused, sorting through her mind to carefully choose the right words. “But, I don’t think that I ever really considered who I would marry.” She shrugged a little, “I wouldn’t have gotten the first choice, and even if I could have had it I am not sure that I liked any of them enough to picture what a life would be like with them.” She watched as the waves gently rolled into the shore as they ambled down the sand, “It’s not that I think I am picky, but… I don’t know. Maybe I just kept putting it off in my mind. Until finally that decision didn’t seem as important.”
“Marriage all seemed like the farthest thing on anyone’s mind for me months ago. Then everything with the Creed and my cousins and I am now in uncharted waters.” Her gaze dropped from the waves to the ground, losing herself in thought for a brief moment. It wasn’t hard to guess that she was replaying the last months through her mind. Absentmindedly, “There have been a couple of times I had thought that maybe an offer was going to be made for me in the past… but..” She seemed to jolt back to her senses and glanced at him, offering a faint smile. “But I was wrong, for whatever reason it never happened. Maybe I imagined the whole thing up in my mind, to begin with.”
She’d been about to ask him if he’d ever done that but as her mouth opened to speak, she noticed he was nodding to a little shadow on the ground that looked like a shoe. Her shoe. Relief softened her and for a moment she was afraid she was just going to plop down into the sand and stay there for the night. If there was one shoe, then maybe the rest of her belongings would actually be further down the beach.
Drawing closer to the shoe, she reached down not realizing the over large chiton gaped open until there was a gentle breeze tickling her. The fabric against her wet skin combined with the breeze led to a rather embarrassing condition. Snatching up the shoe, she crossed her arms over her breasts. She cleared her throat awkwardly, “I… um… one shoe is better than none.” Evangelina winced a little, it sounded so much worse coming out of her mouth than what it had in her brain. There were a hundred other witty things she could have said but it was like her brain had shut off and awkward spilled out.
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The setting might have been considered romantic. Waves lapped to their own rhythm up to the beach. The odd seagull made noise but otherwise, there was an ethereal feeling to the moment. A sideways glance at Gavriil hugging the basket to him, her lips turned up just a little before she looked away again. Maybe it was only her.
‘Who was your first choice, then?’
Just the simplicity of the question caused her to misstep, tripping a little over her own feet. For a moment, she wondered if she was about to end up face-first in the sand, but she managed to steady herself. Just barely though. Who had been her first choice?
“You, of course.” The words calmly came out, she tilted her head to watch his reaction, keeping her face as innocent as she could despite the fact that there was a playfulness in her warm gaze. There had been a game she’d played with Tino. She’d make up a story and act it out for him. How many times had she fallen upon a fake sword just to see the reaction that her younger brother would have as the hero of the story lay tragically, often slowly and painfully dying? A silent snort escaped her memory and how in a way this seemed very similar. How many times had she gotten in trouble for giving Tino nightmares too?
Letting his reaction settle, she let the innocence fall from her face and she smiled. The corner of her eyes crinkling with amusement. After a moment, she looked away and sighed softly to Gavriil, “No. Although you’d have been a good first choice… I think.” It was the truth, in her mind. If she were honest, he’d make a better choice than even some of the choices that were still open to her. Licking her lips, Evie shook her head. “The truth is, I don’t think I ever thought about it much.” She cut her eyes back to him and continued.
“You know as a girl there wasn’t any real doubts in my mind that I would be expected to marry.” She paused, sorting through her mind to carefully choose the right words. “But, I don’t think that I ever really considered who I would marry.” She shrugged a little, “I wouldn’t have gotten the first choice, and even if I could have had it I am not sure that I liked any of them enough to picture what a life would be like with them.” She watched as the waves gently rolled into the shore as they ambled down the sand, “It’s not that I think I am picky, but… I don’t know. Maybe I just kept putting it off in my mind. Until finally that decision didn’t seem as important.”
“Marriage all seemed like the farthest thing on anyone’s mind for me months ago. Then everything with the Creed and my cousins and I am now in uncharted waters.” Her gaze dropped from the waves to the ground, losing herself in thought for a brief moment. It wasn’t hard to guess that she was replaying the last months through her mind. Absentmindedly, “There have been a couple of times I had thought that maybe an offer was going to be made for me in the past… but..” She seemed to jolt back to her senses and glanced at him, offering a faint smile. “But I was wrong, for whatever reason it never happened. Maybe I imagined the whole thing up in my mind, to begin with.”
She’d been about to ask him if he’d ever done that but as her mouth opened to speak, she noticed he was nodding to a little shadow on the ground that looked like a shoe. Her shoe. Relief softened her and for a moment she was afraid she was just going to plop down into the sand and stay there for the night. If there was one shoe, then maybe the rest of her belongings would actually be further down the beach.
Drawing closer to the shoe, she reached down not realizing the over large chiton gaped open until there was a gentle breeze tickling her. The fabric against her wet skin combined with the breeze led to a rather embarrassing condition. Snatching up the shoe, she crossed her arms over her breasts. She cleared her throat awkwardly, “I… um… one shoe is better than none.” Evangelina winced a little, it sounded so much worse coming out of her mouth than what it had in her brain. There were a hundred other witty things she could have said but it was like her brain had shut off and awkward spilled out.
The setting might have been considered romantic. Waves lapped to their own rhythm up to the beach. The odd seagull made noise but otherwise, there was an ethereal feeling to the moment. A sideways glance at Gavriil hugging the basket to him, her lips turned up just a little before she looked away again. Maybe it was only her.
‘Who was your first choice, then?’
Just the simplicity of the question caused her to misstep, tripping a little over her own feet. For a moment, she wondered if she was about to end up face-first in the sand, but she managed to steady herself. Just barely though. Who had been her first choice?
“You, of course.” The words calmly came out, she tilted her head to watch his reaction, keeping her face as innocent as she could despite the fact that there was a playfulness in her warm gaze. There had been a game she’d played with Tino. She’d make up a story and act it out for him. How many times had she fallen upon a fake sword just to see the reaction that her younger brother would have as the hero of the story lay tragically, often slowly and painfully dying? A silent snort escaped her memory and how in a way this seemed very similar. How many times had she gotten in trouble for giving Tino nightmares too?
Letting his reaction settle, she let the innocence fall from her face and she smiled. The corner of her eyes crinkling with amusement. After a moment, she looked away and sighed softly to Gavriil, “No. Although you’d have been a good first choice… I think.” It was the truth, in her mind. If she were honest, he’d make a better choice than even some of the choices that were still open to her. Licking her lips, Evie shook her head. “The truth is, I don’t think I ever thought about it much.” She cut her eyes back to him and continued.
“You know as a girl there wasn’t any real doubts in my mind that I would be expected to marry.” She paused, sorting through her mind to carefully choose the right words. “But, I don’t think that I ever really considered who I would marry.” She shrugged a little, “I wouldn’t have gotten the first choice, and even if I could have had it I am not sure that I liked any of them enough to picture what a life would be like with them.” She watched as the waves gently rolled into the shore as they ambled down the sand, “It’s not that I think I am picky, but… I don’t know. Maybe I just kept putting it off in my mind. Until finally that decision didn’t seem as important.”
“Marriage all seemed like the farthest thing on anyone’s mind for me months ago. Then everything with the Creed and my cousins and I am now in uncharted waters.” Her gaze dropped from the waves to the ground, losing herself in thought for a brief moment. It wasn’t hard to guess that she was replaying the last months through her mind. Absentmindedly, “There have been a couple of times I had thought that maybe an offer was going to be made for me in the past… but..” She seemed to jolt back to her senses and glanced at him, offering a faint smile. “But I was wrong, for whatever reason it never happened. Maybe I imagined the whole thing up in my mind, to begin with.”
She’d been about to ask him if he’d ever done that but as her mouth opened to speak, she noticed he was nodding to a little shadow on the ground that looked like a shoe. Her shoe. Relief softened her and for a moment she was afraid she was just going to plop down into the sand and stay there for the night. If there was one shoe, then maybe the rest of her belongings would actually be further down the beach.
Drawing closer to the shoe, she reached down not realizing the over large chiton gaped open until there was a gentle breeze tickling her. The fabric against her wet skin combined with the breeze led to a rather embarrassing condition. Snatching up the shoe, she crossed her arms over her breasts. She cleared her throat awkwardly, “I… um… one shoe is better than none.” Evangelina winced a little, it sounded so much worse coming out of her mouth than what it had in her brain. There were a hundred other witty things she could have said but it was like her brain had shut off and awkward spilled out.
The setting was romantic. There could be no two opinions on that. With the sun setting behind the trees, leaving the sky awash in hues of vermillion, fiery orange, vibrant pink, all tinged on the edges of the horizon by lavender, seeping into the navy blue of night. White sparks of stars would peek out at any moment and even in their current predicament, he felt peaceful as the sand slid beneath their feet in soft hisses.
Surrounded by so much natural beauty still did not draw his thoughts and assumptions towards romance. He was under the rather naive and prideful impression that hew as too far ahead of such notions. Which was why the basket nearly dropped straight out of his hands when she casually let “You, of course,” slip from between her lips, like that had been obvious the entire time.
His first inclination was to stare at her and try to see if she was lying. He wasn’t sure which he preferred; the lie or the truth. A ie was certainly a hit to the ego but one he’d get over within a minute or so. The truth stroked vanity he’d assumed he did not have but meant some sort of action needed to take place.
He mastered the knee jerk reaction to look at her and was relieved in himself that he hadn’t let impulse overpower him because she at last came clean. Sort of. The truth, that she hadn’t actually thought of him, and the more soothing, that he’d have been a choice. This woman was the most confusing creature he’d ever encountered.
When he’d met his late wife, one look at her had him besotted. She had been straightforward with him and they’d married pretty quickly. He was so glad that he didn’t have to worry with this now, because this was exhausting, trying to figure out what she wanted from second to second. Not that he was thinking of pursuing her, but if he did, he was certain she’d toy with him. Stress he did not need or want.
He’d been about to interject that he assumed everyone, boy or girl, always assumed they’d marry. It was practically duty, not to mention embarrassing by a certain age not to be married. He thought of his brother, who wasn’t yet married, but who was as violently against it as his daughters. Of course, his brother had a bit more of a sordid reputation, from his dalliances abroad. Those seemed to be enough for Dorotheos. However, Evie didn’t give him a chance to voice these thoughts before she’d moved on and so he kept them to himself.
His gaze had been elsewhere, but he happened to look over at her at the exact moment the chiton dipped down and revealed her entire torso, down past her stomach. He was never more thankful for the basket in front of his hips than he was at that very second. Mentally, he liked to think he was beyond physical urges. Obviously his body wasn’t with that program.
Clearing his throat, he managed to pry his eyes down to the sand but he couldn’t stifle the rumble of laughter that began in his chest. The sound only grew when she blurted out the ridiculous line about her shoe, until he was laughing out loud, face tipped to the sky, like help would come from there.
“I’ve seen enough to warrant a proposal now!” This was both the most and least mortifying day he’d ever had. “You’ll make someone very happy,” he promised and started to walk on again, trying very, very, very hard not to let his mind replay what he’d just seen.
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The setting was romantic. There could be no two opinions on that. With the sun setting behind the trees, leaving the sky awash in hues of vermillion, fiery orange, vibrant pink, all tinged on the edges of the horizon by lavender, seeping into the navy blue of night. White sparks of stars would peek out at any moment and even in their current predicament, he felt peaceful as the sand slid beneath their feet in soft hisses.
Surrounded by so much natural beauty still did not draw his thoughts and assumptions towards romance. He was under the rather naive and prideful impression that hew as too far ahead of such notions. Which was why the basket nearly dropped straight out of his hands when she casually let “You, of course,” slip from between her lips, like that had been obvious the entire time.
His first inclination was to stare at her and try to see if she was lying. He wasn’t sure which he preferred; the lie or the truth. A ie was certainly a hit to the ego but one he’d get over within a minute or so. The truth stroked vanity he’d assumed he did not have but meant some sort of action needed to take place.
He mastered the knee jerk reaction to look at her and was relieved in himself that he hadn’t let impulse overpower him because she at last came clean. Sort of. The truth, that she hadn’t actually thought of him, and the more soothing, that he’d have been a choice. This woman was the most confusing creature he’d ever encountered.
When he’d met his late wife, one look at her had him besotted. She had been straightforward with him and they’d married pretty quickly. He was so glad that he didn’t have to worry with this now, because this was exhausting, trying to figure out what she wanted from second to second. Not that he was thinking of pursuing her, but if he did, he was certain she’d toy with him. Stress he did not need or want.
He’d been about to interject that he assumed everyone, boy or girl, always assumed they’d marry. It was practically duty, not to mention embarrassing by a certain age not to be married. He thought of his brother, who wasn’t yet married, but who was as violently against it as his daughters. Of course, his brother had a bit more of a sordid reputation, from his dalliances abroad. Those seemed to be enough for Dorotheos. However, Evie didn’t give him a chance to voice these thoughts before she’d moved on and so he kept them to himself.
His gaze had been elsewhere, but he happened to look over at her at the exact moment the chiton dipped down and revealed her entire torso, down past her stomach. He was never more thankful for the basket in front of his hips than he was at that very second. Mentally, he liked to think he was beyond physical urges. Obviously his body wasn’t with that program.
Clearing his throat, he managed to pry his eyes down to the sand but he couldn’t stifle the rumble of laughter that began in his chest. The sound only grew when she blurted out the ridiculous line about her shoe, until he was laughing out loud, face tipped to the sky, like help would come from there.
“I’ve seen enough to warrant a proposal now!” This was both the most and least mortifying day he’d ever had. “You’ll make someone very happy,” he promised and started to walk on again, trying very, very, very hard not to let his mind replay what he’d just seen.
The setting was romantic. There could be no two opinions on that. With the sun setting behind the trees, leaving the sky awash in hues of vermillion, fiery orange, vibrant pink, all tinged on the edges of the horizon by lavender, seeping into the navy blue of night. White sparks of stars would peek out at any moment and even in their current predicament, he felt peaceful as the sand slid beneath their feet in soft hisses.
Surrounded by so much natural beauty still did not draw his thoughts and assumptions towards romance. He was under the rather naive and prideful impression that hew as too far ahead of such notions. Which was why the basket nearly dropped straight out of his hands when she casually let “You, of course,” slip from between her lips, like that had been obvious the entire time.
His first inclination was to stare at her and try to see if she was lying. He wasn’t sure which he preferred; the lie or the truth. A ie was certainly a hit to the ego but one he’d get over within a minute or so. The truth stroked vanity he’d assumed he did not have but meant some sort of action needed to take place.
He mastered the knee jerk reaction to look at her and was relieved in himself that he hadn’t let impulse overpower him because she at last came clean. Sort of. The truth, that she hadn’t actually thought of him, and the more soothing, that he’d have been a choice. This woman was the most confusing creature he’d ever encountered.
When he’d met his late wife, one look at her had him besotted. She had been straightforward with him and they’d married pretty quickly. He was so glad that he didn’t have to worry with this now, because this was exhausting, trying to figure out what she wanted from second to second. Not that he was thinking of pursuing her, but if he did, he was certain she’d toy with him. Stress he did not need or want.
He’d been about to interject that he assumed everyone, boy or girl, always assumed they’d marry. It was practically duty, not to mention embarrassing by a certain age not to be married. He thought of his brother, who wasn’t yet married, but who was as violently against it as his daughters. Of course, his brother had a bit more of a sordid reputation, from his dalliances abroad. Those seemed to be enough for Dorotheos. However, Evie didn’t give him a chance to voice these thoughts before she’d moved on and so he kept them to himself.
His gaze had been elsewhere, but he happened to look over at her at the exact moment the chiton dipped down and revealed her entire torso, down past her stomach. He was never more thankful for the basket in front of his hips than he was at that very second. Mentally, he liked to think he was beyond physical urges. Obviously his body wasn’t with that program.
Clearing his throat, he managed to pry his eyes down to the sand but he couldn’t stifle the rumble of laughter that began in his chest. The sound only grew when she blurted out the ridiculous line about her shoe, until he was laughing out loud, face tipped to the sky, like help would come from there.
“I’ve seen enough to warrant a proposal now!” This was both the most and least mortifying day he’d ever had. “You’ll make someone very happy,” he promised and started to walk on again, trying very, very, very hard not to let his mind replay what he’d just seen.
People were funny creatures, sometimes one would react a certain way to something and another person in the exact same scenario would react in an entirely different way. Some men might have taken her words as coy flirtation, they’d have flirted back but she had been pretty sure that the man next to her didn’t have any intention of doing that. In fact, shock was what she’d expected. And boy, he’d not disappointed.
It was difficult to keep her face neutral but she did her best. The normally placid look on his face was suddenly grappling with the idea that he’d been her choice. Maybe it had she been the person months ago that she was now, she wouldn’t just be teasing him… but actually admitting feelings. There was a warm familiarity she found in his company. He was solid and safe and granted his total lack of communication left her frazzled and out of sorts. Gavriil’s presence had an effect upon her that she wasn’t sure she’d ever felt. He was someone who, had circumstances been different, she thought she could bury her head in that spot next to his shoulder and everything bad that had happened that day might have disappeared.
Realizing how her thoughts had drifted from basking in his shocked reaction to someplace they shouldn’t have been. She dropped her gaze and looked away to ramble on to him about why she didn’t have a first choice. Not that he would be interested in why, he’d not asked that. He’d asked who. It was information she offered up. It was information had their roles been reversed that she’d have wanted to know but wouldn’t have wanted to ask. Evangelina still probably would have asked it but she suspected Gavriil wouldn’t have. He seemed the sort to mind his own business unless dragged into it by someone else. That was something the pint-sized Leventi was still struggling with. The idea of minding her own business was, in theory, a grand idea but it seemed in direct opposition with her natural curiosity.
That natural curiosity was working against her at that very moment when she’d picked her shoe up. Distracted by the muscled leg she was altogether too close too, she’d not thought about the way the oversized chiton fit her a little differently. The embarrassing condition it had created was on full display to her companion. She might not have even noticed the unusual perkiness if he hadn’t cleared his throat. Gods! She’d thought she couldn’t embarrass herself further in regards to him but she’d been wrong. His gaze on the sand, it was her turn to stare in surprise at him. His shoulders shook as the chuckle started low and deep and far too distracting. It seemed to be making the embarrassing condition only worse. Her only course of action was her very dumb reply. A dumb reply that had her wincing as soon as the words were out. His laughter only intensified. No longer staring at the sand, he was looking upward staring at the sky. Just what was he laughing about?
Her lips twitched and she shot a glare at him. The corners of his eyes had crinkled making him seem even younger and the column of his neck kept drawing her eyes back to trace that line. She’d never heard him laugh like that. It warmed her and drove her completely insane at the same time. This wasn’t a funny situation. She might not have much experience but she knew a few things about her body… she knew how it reacted when she felt… needy.
‘I’ve seen enough to warrant a proposal now!’
It was her turn for her mouth to fall open with shock. She tightened her arm around her breasts. This wasn’t funny. An indignant huff blew out of her mouth, her face had turned a blushing pink.
‘You’ll make someone very happy.’ That only intensified her blush to a bright red. Was that smugness in his voice?
"It's not funny! I can't help it." She growled at him. "Just what is that suppose to mean?!"
He started to walk off. Was he swaggering?Just how much did he see before he looked away? She wanted to scream in frustration at him. Instead, before she could catch herself, she’d tossed her newly found shoe at the back of his head. Take that you… you… She couldn't find the right word, what was he?
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People were funny creatures, sometimes one would react a certain way to something and another person in the exact same scenario would react in an entirely different way. Some men might have taken her words as coy flirtation, they’d have flirted back but she had been pretty sure that the man next to her didn’t have any intention of doing that. In fact, shock was what she’d expected. And boy, he’d not disappointed.
It was difficult to keep her face neutral but she did her best. The normally placid look on his face was suddenly grappling with the idea that he’d been her choice. Maybe it had she been the person months ago that she was now, she wouldn’t just be teasing him… but actually admitting feelings. There was a warm familiarity she found in his company. He was solid and safe and granted his total lack of communication left her frazzled and out of sorts. Gavriil’s presence had an effect upon her that she wasn’t sure she’d ever felt. He was someone who, had circumstances been different, she thought she could bury her head in that spot next to his shoulder and everything bad that had happened that day might have disappeared.
Realizing how her thoughts had drifted from basking in his shocked reaction to someplace they shouldn’t have been. She dropped her gaze and looked away to ramble on to him about why she didn’t have a first choice. Not that he would be interested in why, he’d not asked that. He’d asked who. It was information she offered up. It was information had their roles been reversed that she’d have wanted to know but wouldn’t have wanted to ask. Evangelina still probably would have asked it but she suspected Gavriil wouldn’t have. He seemed the sort to mind his own business unless dragged into it by someone else. That was something the pint-sized Leventi was still struggling with. The idea of minding her own business was, in theory, a grand idea but it seemed in direct opposition with her natural curiosity.
That natural curiosity was working against her at that very moment when she’d picked her shoe up. Distracted by the muscled leg she was altogether too close too, she’d not thought about the way the oversized chiton fit her a little differently. The embarrassing condition it had created was on full display to her companion. She might not have even noticed the unusual perkiness if he hadn’t cleared his throat. Gods! She’d thought she couldn’t embarrass herself further in regards to him but she’d been wrong. His gaze on the sand, it was her turn to stare in surprise at him. His shoulders shook as the chuckle started low and deep and far too distracting. It seemed to be making the embarrassing condition only worse. Her only course of action was her very dumb reply. A dumb reply that had her wincing as soon as the words were out. His laughter only intensified. No longer staring at the sand, he was looking upward staring at the sky. Just what was he laughing about?
Her lips twitched and she shot a glare at him. The corners of his eyes had crinkled making him seem even younger and the column of his neck kept drawing her eyes back to trace that line. She’d never heard him laugh like that. It warmed her and drove her completely insane at the same time. This wasn’t a funny situation. She might not have much experience but she knew a few things about her body… she knew how it reacted when she felt… needy.
‘I’ve seen enough to warrant a proposal now!’
It was her turn for her mouth to fall open with shock. She tightened her arm around her breasts. This wasn’t funny. An indignant huff blew out of her mouth, her face had turned a blushing pink.
‘You’ll make someone very happy.’ That only intensified her blush to a bright red. Was that smugness in his voice?
"It's not funny! I can't help it." She growled at him. "Just what is that suppose to mean?!"
He started to walk off. Was he swaggering?Just how much did he see before he looked away? She wanted to scream in frustration at him. Instead, before she could catch herself, she’d tossed her newly found shoe at the back of his head. Take that you… you… She couldn't find the right word, what was he?
People were funny creatures, sometimes one would react a certain way to something and another person in the exact same scenario would react in an entirely different way. Some men might have taken her words as coy flirtation, they’d have flirted back but she had been pretty sure that the man next to her didn’t have any intention of doing that. In fact, shock was what she’d expected. And boy, he’d not disappointed.
It was difficult to keep her face neutral but she did her best. The normally placid look on his face was suddenly grappling with the idea that he’d been her choice. Maybe it had she been the person months ago that she was now, she wouldn’t just be teasing him… but actually admitting feelings. There was a warm familiarity she found in his company. He was solid and safe and granted his total lack of communication left her frazzled and out of sorts. Gavriil’s presence had an effect upon her that she wasn’t sure she’d ever felt. He was someone who, had circumstances been different, she thought she could bury her head in that spot next to his shoulder and everything bad that had happened that day might have disappeared.
Realizing how her thoughts had drifted from basking in his shocked reaction to someplace they shouldn’t have been. She dropped her gaze and looked away to ramble on to him about why she didn’t have a first choice. Not that he would be interested in why, he’d not asked that. He’d asked who. It was information she offered up. It was information had their roles been reversed that she’d have wanted to know but wouldn’t have wanted to ask. Evangelina still probably would have asked it but she suspected Gavriil wouldn’t have. He seemed the sort to mind his own business unless dragged into it by someone else. That was something the pint-sized Leventi was still struggling with. The idea of minding her own business was, in theory, a grand idea but it seemed in direct opposition with her natural curiosity.
That natural curiosity was working against her at that very moment when she’d picked her shoe up. Distracted by the muscled leg she was altogether too close too, she’d not thought about the way the oversized chiton fit her a little differently. The embarrassing condition it had created was on full display to her companion. She might not have even noticed the unusual perkiness if he hadn’t cleared his throat. Gods! She’d thought she couldn’t embarrass herself further in regards to him but she’d been wrong. His gaze on the sand, it was her turn to stare in surprise at him. His shoulders shook as the chuckle started low and deep and far too distracting. It seemed to be making the embarrassing condition only worse. Her only course of action was her very dumb reply. A dumb reply that had her wincing as soon as the words were out. His laughter only intensified. No longer staring at the sand, he was looking upward staring at the sky. Just what was he laughing about?
Her lips twitched and she shot a glare at him. The corners of his eyes had crinkled making him seem even younger and the column of his neck kept drawing her eyes back to trace that line. She’d never heard him laugh like that. It warmed her and drove her completely insane at the same time. This wasn’t a funny situation. She might not have much experience but she knew a few things about her body… she knew how it reacted when she felt… needy.
‘I’ve seen enough to warrant a proposal now!’
It was her turn for her mouth to fall open with shock. She tightened her arm around her breasts. This wasn’t funny. An indignant huff blew out of her mouth, her face had turned a blushing pink.
‘You’ll make someone very happy.’ That only intensified her blush to a bright red. Was that smugness in his voice?
"It's not funny! I can't help it." She growled at him. "Just what is that suppose to mean?!"
He started to walk off. Was he swaggering?Just how much did he see before he looked away? She wanted to scream in frustration at him. Instead, before she could catch herself, she’d tossed her newly found shoe at the back of his head. Take that you… you… She couldn't find the right word, what was he?
The shock on her face was only very funny because he was already laughing. Otherwise he’d have attempted some sort of concern or even just been stone faced in order to preserve some sort of dignity about the situation. Dignity was already trampled underfoot, and so he laughed, inspite of the adorable pink heat in her cheeks. The color made her appear rather more innocent than he knew her to be. That, coupled with all he'd just seen, made everything more funny and yet more horrible.
He should not be laughing. Despite what he and everyone else liked to think, he was human. Evidence of this were the great many mistakes he'd made in the span of what had to be only an hour.
Trying to rein in his laughter, he finally managed in time for her to demand that he explain himself. What was there to explain? It was all very simple, he felt, and so he moved past her. His thoughts had extended further on but abruptly stopped when something thumped against the back of his head. The sand on the bottom of the shoe sprayed everywhere and he blinked for a moment.
Turning around, he immediately realized he'd completely overstepped bounds. The laughing wasn't appropriate. Keeping the basket where it needed to be, he bowed forward and said, "Forgive me. I regret finding humor in something you're embarrassed by.
Truly, considering she'd demanded to be looked at while naked before, he'd assumed she wouldn't mind now. Obviously he was wrong. "I simply meant that when you bend over dressed like that, you're on full display, even past your navel." This was said as calmly and sedately as he should have acted the whole time.
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The shock on her face was only very funny because he was already laughing. Otherwise he’d have attempted some sort of concern or even just been stone faced in order to preserve some sort of dignity about the situation. Dignity was already trampled underfoot, and so he laughed, inspite of the adorable pink heat in her cheeks. The color made her appear rather more innocent than he knew her to be. That, coupled with all he'd just seen, made everything more funny and yet more horrible.
He should not be laughing. Despite what he and everyone else liked to think, he was human. Evidence of this were the great many mistakes he'd made in the span of what had to be only an hour.
Trying to rein in his laughter, he finally managed in time for her to demand that he explain himself. What was there to explain? It was all very simple, he felt, and so he moved past her. His thoughts had extended further on but abruptly stopped when something thumped against the back of his head. The sand on the bottom of the shoe sprayed everywhere and he blinked for a moment.
Turning around, he immediately realized he'd completely overstepped bounds. The laughing wasn't appropriate. Keeping the basket where it needed to be, he bowed forward and said, "Forgive me. I regret finding humor in something you're embarrassed by.
Truly, considering she'd demanded to be looked at while naked before, he'd assumed she wouldn't mind now. Obviously he was wrong. "I simply meant that when you bend over dressed like that, you're on full display, even past your navel." This was said as calmly and sedately as he should have acted the whole time.
The shock on her face was only very funny because he was already laughing. Otherwise he’d have attempted some sort of concern or even just been stone faced in order to preserve some sort of dignity about the situation. Dignity was already trampled underfoot, and so he laughed, inspite of the adorable pink heat in her cheeks. The color made her appear rather more innocent than he knew her to be. That, coupled with all he'd just seen, made everything more funny and yet more horrible.
He should not be laughing. Despite what he and everyone else liked to think, he was human. Evidence of this were the great many mistakes he'd made in the span of what had to be only an hour.
Trying to rein in his laughter, he finally managed in time for her to demand that he explain himself. What was there to explain? It was all very simple, he felt, and so he moved past her. His thoughts had extended further on but abruptly stopped when something thumped against the back of his head. The sand on the bottom of the shoe sprayed everywhere and he blinked for a moment.
Turning around, he immediately realized he'd completely overstepped bounds. The laughing wasn't appropriate. Keeping the basket where it needed to be, he bowed forward and said, "Forgive me. I regret finding humor in something you're embarrassed by.
Truly, considering she'd demanded to be looked at while naked before, he'd assumed she wouldn't mind now. Obviously he was wrong. "I simply meant that when you bend over dressed like that, you're on full display, even past your navel." This was said as calmly and sedately as he should have acted the whole time.
The things in life you couldn’t control were the same things that were teaching you to let go. As soon as she’d thrown the shoe at him, her hand came up to cover up the way her lips had fallen into a soft open ‘o’. Biting her lips, it was her turn to try and fight the mirth that was building. Had she really just thrown a shoe at him?
Oh, she had! She’d thrown her shoe at the back of his head. The rich warmth of her gaze was sparked by amusement. He stopped in his tracks. What was he going to do? What would she do if she’d had a shoe thrown at her? Rocking back on her heels she prepared to flee in case he launched the shoe back at her.
Instead, he bowed. It wasn’t just her lips widened, her large doe eyes widened and he spoke so formally now, ‘Forgive me. I regret finding humor in something you're embarrassed by.’ She blinked at him, was he serious? One minute the man blew so hot that he could nearly singe his chiton off her, and the next ice. She wasn’t sure how to react and was still reeling as he continued.
‘I simply meant that when you bend over, dressed like that, you're on full display, even past your navel.’
As the surprise at his reaction wore off, her tongue unconsciously traced the line of her lip as she tried to figure him out. Inhaling a deep breath, she started towards him. Forcing a bit of bravado as she put her hands on her hips, and trying to ignore that the fabric might have still shown more then she was comfortable with. Be brave. Be Brave. Be… Letting out the deep breath, she snatched her shoe up next to him, for a second time, except this time she was a bit more careful with how she bent over.
“First of all, either you just lied to me,” A dimpled, puckish smirk formed on her lips as she tapped the shoe against her thigh knocking what she could of the sand out of it. “Or, I rattled you enough with what you saw that you said something you didn’t mean.” Biting her bottom lip, she knew it was the second rather than the first. Gavriil might avoid answering something but she doubted he would out and out lie to her, yet she couldn’t resist rattling his cage a bit more. He was so tightly strung he’d just apologized for finding humor in her. Leaning in a little, her smirk widened into a grin and her cat-like eyes narrowed, “Want to know which one I think it was?” She didn’t wait for him to answer, “Past my navel you say… That’s quite a look.”
Digging her toes into the sand the kick a little bit of it playfully towards his legs, “Was it as good of a look as the one I got before you started hiding behind that basket?” The pint-sized Leventi was grinning at him now. The end of her nose twitched. “Unlike you, I’ll admit it… I have a wicked lascivious mind and I completely ogled you earlier…” Taking a step backward from him, her grin still wide and teasing. “What’s more, I regret nothing.” She swallowed, glad that the fading sun hid that she was shaking from that admittance. I can’t believe I said that to him.
Turning she walked toward the tide, moving into the wet sand until her ankles were submerged. He was so bent on propriety with her, and she’d broken just about as many of the rules as she could. Glancing over her shoulder at him, she studied him for a moment then murmured, “You know that image we talked about, the one where you were a gloomy, unhappy, and watching the world pass you by from a window… That’s what I just saw in you a few moments ago.” She offered him a faint smile, “I threw a shoe at you, and you turned around and apologized.” Blinking at him, she raised her hands at him in a gesture of ‘why’. “I threw a shoe at you,” She repeated in disbelief obviously not expecting him to answer that.
Sighing she looked at the water, why did she feel like there had been a line drawn in the sand between them? Evangelina grew quiet as she processed some of her thoughts. Her mood shifting a little with the current of her thoughts. Had she given him no choice in being friends with her? She’d thought… Well, it didn’t really matter what she thought. She felt a bit robbed of something… something she couldn’t yet put into words. He’d managed to breach some sort of wall, maybe she’d hoped that she’d been able to put some sort of chink in his. The fact that she wanted to was disconcerting all on its own. A look over her shoulder at him and then back at the ocean. She wasn’t ready to leave but she wasn’t going to inconvenience him any longer.
Straightening her spine, “I guess we’d better get a move on it or we’ll be out here all night looking for the rest of my belongings.” She turned away from the ocean and started back down the path of the beach paying a curious amount of attention to her shoe. Just find the rest of your clothes then just leave the poor man in peace. He’s not a simpleton, you’ve done as much as you can do. If he wants to be friends… if he wants you any closer than arm’s length he knows how to do it. No matter how much you try to force it, you can’t make someone want you if they do not. He’s doing the smart thing. You should be following his example. The last time you tried to make someone like you… how’d that go? Evie stopped focusing on the shoe, letting it dangle loosely from her fingers as she cut off that train of thought. She’d think about all of this later.
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The things in life you couldn’t control were the same things that were teaching you to let go. As soon as she’d thrown the shoe at him, her hand came up to cover up the way her lips had fallen into a soft open ‘o’. Biting her lips, it was her turn to try and fight the mirth that was building. Had she really just thrown a shoe at him?
Oh, she had! She’d thrown her shoe at the back of his head. The rich warmth of her gaze was sparked by amusement. He stopped in his tracks. What was he going to do? What would she do if she’d had a shoe thrown at her? Rocking back on her heels she prepared to flee in case he launched the shoe back at her.
Instead, he bowed. It wasn’t just her lips widened, her large doe eyes widened and he spoke so formally now, ‘Forgive me. I regret finding humor in something you're embarrassed by.’ She blinked at him, was he serious? One minute the man blew so hot that he could nearly singe his chiton off her, and the next ice. She wasn’t sure how to react and was still reeling as he continued.
‘I simply meant that when you bend over, dressed like that, you're on full display, even past your navel.’
As the surprise at his reaction wore off, her tongue unconsciously traced the line of her lip as she tried to figure him out. Inhaling a deep breath, she started towards him. Forcing a bit of bravado as she put her hands on her hips, and trying to ignore that the fabric might have still shown more then she was comfortable with. Be brave. Be Brave. Be… Letting out the deep breath, she snatched her shoe up next to him, for a second time, except this time she was a bit more careful with how she bent over.
“First of all, either you just lied to me,” A dimpled, puckish smirk formed on her lips as she tapped the shoe against her thigh knocking what she could of the sand out of it. “Or, I rattled you enough with what you saw that you said something you didn’t mean.” Biting her bottom lip, she knew it was the second rather than the first. Gavriil might avoid answering something but she doubted he would out and out lie to her, yet she couldn’t resist rattling his cage a bit more. He was so tightly strung he’d just apologized for finding humor in her. Leaning in a little, her smirk widened into a grin and her cat-like eyes narrowed, “Want to know which one I think it was?” She didn’t wait for him to answer, “Past my navel you say… That’s quite a look.”
Digging her toes into the sand the kick a little bit of it playfully towards his legs, “Was it as good of a look as the one I got before you started hiding behind that basket?” The pint-sized Leventi was grinning at him now. The end of her nose twitched. “Unlike you, I’ll admit it… I have a wicked lascivious mind and I completely ogled you earlier…” Taking a step backward from him, her grin still wide and teasing. “What’s more, I regret nothing.” She swallowed, glad that the fading sun hid that she was shaking from that admittance. I can’t believe I said that to him.
Turning she walked toward the tide, moving into the wet sand until her ankles were submerged. He was so bent on propriety with her, and she’d broken just about as many of the rules as she could. Glancing over her shoulder at him, she studied him for a moment then murmured, “You know that image we talked about, the one where you were a gloomy, unhappy, and watching the world pass you by from a window… That’s what I just saw in you a few moments ago.” She offered him a faint smile, “I threw a shoe at you, and you turned around and apologized.” Blinking at him, she raised her hands at him in a gesture of ‘why’. “I threw a shoe at you,” She repeated in disbelief obviously not expecting him to answer that.
Sighing she looked at the water, why did she feel like there had been a line drawn in the sand between them? Evangelina grew quiet as she processed some of her thoughts. Her mood shifting a little with the current of her thoughts. Had she given him no choice in being friends with her? She’d thought… Well, it didn’t really matter what she thought. She felt a bit robbed of something… something she couldn’t yet put into words. He’d managed to breach some sort of wall, maybe she’d hoped that she’d been able to put some sort of chink in his. The fact that she wanted to was disconcerting all on its own. A look over her shoulder at him and then back at the ocean. She wasn’t ready to leave but she wasn’t going to inconvenience him any longer.
Straightening her spine, “I guess we’d better get a move on it or we’ll be out here all night looking for the rest of my belongings.” She turned away from the ocean and started back down the path of the beach paying a curious amount of attention to her shoe. Just find the rest of your clothes then just leave the poor man in peace. He’s not a simpleton, you’ve done as much as you can do. If he wants to be friends… if he wants you any closer than arm’s length he knows how to do it. No matter how much you try to force it, you can’t make someone want you if they do not. He’s doing the smart thing. You should be following his example. The last time you tried to make someone like you… how’d that go? Evie stopped focusing on the shoe, letting it dangle loosely from her fingers as she cut off that train of thought. She’d think about all of this later.
The things in life you couldn’t control were the same things that were teaching you to let go. As soon as she’d thrown the shoe at him, her hand came up to cover up the way her lips had fallen into a soft open ‘o’. Biting her lips, it was her turn to try and fight the mirth that was building. Had she really just thrown a shoe at him?
Oh, she had! She’d thrown her shoe at the back of his head. The rich warmth of her gaze was sparked by amusement. He stopped in his tracks. What was he going to do? What would she do if she’d had a shoe thrown at her? Rocking back on her heels she prepared to flee in case he launched the shoe back at her.
Instead, he bowed. It wasn’t just her lips widened, her large doe eyes widened and he spoke so formally now, ‘Forgive me. I regret finding humor in something you're embarrassed by.’ She blinked at him, was he serious? One minute the man blew so hot that he could nearly singe his chiton off her, and the next ice. She wasn’t sure how to react and was still reeling as he continued.
‘I simply meant that when you bend over, dressed like that, you're on full display, even past your navel.’
As the surprise at his reaction wore off, her tongue unconsciously traced the line of her lip as she tried to figure him out. Inhaling a deep breath, she started towards him. Forcing a bit of bravado as she put her hands on her hips, and trying to ignore that the fabric might have still shown more then she was comfortable with. Be brave. Be Brave. Be… Letting out the deep breath, she snatched her shoe up next to him, for a second time, except this time she was a bit more careful with how she bent over.
“First of all, either you just lied to me,” A dimpled, puckish smirk formed on her lips as she tapped the shoe against her thigh knocking what she could of the sand out of it. “Or, I rattled you enough with what you saw that you said something you didn’t mean.” Biting her bottom lip, she knew it was the second rather than the first. Gavriil might avoid answering something but she doubted he would out and out lie to her, yet she couldn’t resist rattling his cage a bit more. He was so tightly strung he’d just apologized for finding humor in her. Leaning in a little, her smirk widened into a grin and her cat-like eyes narrowed, “Want to know which one I think it was?” She didn’t wait for him to answer, “Past my navel you say… That’s quite a look.”
Digging her toes into the sand the kick a little bit of it playfully towards his legs, “Was it as good of a look as the one I got before you started hiding behind that basket?” The pint-sized Leventi was grinning at him now. The end of her nose twitched. “Unlike you, I’ll admit it… I have a wicked lascivious mind and I completely ogled you earlier…” Taking a step backward from him, her grin still wide and teasing. “What’s more, I regret nothing.” She swallowed, glad that the fading sun hid that she was shaking from that admittance. I can’t believe I said that to him.
Turning she walked toward the tide, moving into the wet sand until her ankles were submerged. He was so bent on propriety with her, and she’d broken just about as many of the rules as she could. Glancing over her shoulder at him, she studied him for a moment then murmured, “You know that image we talked about, the one where you were a gloomy, unhappy, and watching the world pass you by from a window… That’s what I just saw in you a few moments ago.” She offered him a faint smile, “I threw a shoe at you, and you turned around and apologized.” Blinking at him, she raised her hands at him in a gesture of ‘why’. “I threw a shoe at you,” She repeated in disbelief obviously not expecting him to answer that.
Sighing she looked at the water, why did she feel like there had been a line drawn in the sand between them? Evangelina grew quiet as she processed some of her thoughts. Her mood shifting a little with the current of her thoughts. Had she given him no choice in being friends with her? She’d thought… Well, it didn’t really matter what she thought. She felt a bit robbed of something… something she couldn’t yet put into words. He’d managed to breach some sort of wall, maybe she’d hoped that she’d been able to put some sort of chink in his. The fact that she wanted to was disconcerting all on its own. A look over her shoulder at him and then back at the ocean. She wasn’t ready to leave but she wasn’t going to inconvenience him any longer.
Straightening her spine, “I guess we’d better get a move on it or we’ll be out here all night looking for the rest of my belongings.” She turned away from the ocean and started back down the path of the beach paying a curious amount of attention to her shoe. Just find the rest of your clothes then just leave the poor man in peace. He’s not a simpleton, you’ve done as much as you can do. If he wants to be friends… if he wants you any closer than arm’s length he knows how to do it. No matter how much you try to force it, you can’t make someone want you if they do not. He’s doing the smart thing. You should be following his example. The last time you tried to make someone like you… how’d that go? Evie stopped focusing on the shoe, letting it dangle loosely from her fingers as she cut off that train of thought. She’d think about all of this later.
“First of all, either you just lied to me, or, I rattled you enough with what you saw that you said something you didn’t mean.”
He wasn’t entirely sure how to take that, because he didn’t know what she meant by it. Did she mean to say that he was lying about his apology? Or how much he’d seen? And, if either was the case, he couldn’t figure out how it would benefit him in any way to have either lowered himself more than he needed to in order to secure for her a measure of comfort. What’d he’d been attempting to do was to ensure her that he wasn’t the sort of person to hold over her head the fact that she’d been exposed unwittingly (or on purpose, in the case of earlier), and that he was not cruel and did not usually find other people’s discomfort funny.
Yet, here again, he’d miscalculated and he decided, then and there, that there was no figuring her out and that he’d act how he saw fit. It was up to her to deal with it. That resolve was sorely, sorely tested when she began trying to push his buttons. To what purpose, he could not fathom. Was she attempting to goad him? Anger him? Or merely assert some sort of dominance? If so, why?
It took all of his will not to either laugh or to appear in any way amused, concerned, or flat out shocked at what she was saying. He’d thought he’d been fairly careful not to let her see, but obviously not careful enough. Unless she was lying. Lying was a much greater problem, however, so he chose to believe what she was saying, instead.
“What have you gotten up to while you roam about the countryside as you please?” he asked instead of addressing her words, and giving her a long look. “Lasciviousness will earn you a world of pain if you act on it.” One had only to look at their peers. Pretty much the whole of the Taengean noble houses, including the royal ones, were an amoral pit of the worst kinds of behavior. From what he’d heard and seen, it caused tears, more often than not.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cried. That was the benefit of living a life where he did not need to stress about his own behavior.
Probably he shouldn’t be at all shocked that she’d looked. People were curious. The solid point to remember at the moment was she definitely couldn’t now.
She turned and walked toward the tide and he followed her. Mainly because this was still on the way to the city, and because since they found her sandal, he had every hope of getting his chiton back. The silence stretched on and then she turned around, again accusing him of being a sad widower. He stifled the groan that threatened to emerge from deep within his chest. Fine. If she wanted to think him sad, fine. He wasn’t, but he didn’t feel like correcting that perception again. Would he rather Sybil be alive? Yes. Was she? No. Was he going to pine about something he couldn’t change? No.
“I guess we’d better get a move on it or we’ll be out here all night looking for the rest of my belongings.”
He nodded and walked on, growing less and less ruffled as they went along. If offended, he never remained that way for long. His preference was always to forgive if he could. Making waves with things was not something he ever liked to do and he only ever did it if there was no other choice. He preferred friendships, acquaintances, enemies, all of them to be as trouble free as he could possibly make them. And whatever this was he had with Evie because they were in a terribly strange little bubble of intimate stranger situation.
“Which part was a lie, earlier?” he asked. That came out wrong. “I mean, what did I say that you assumed I was lying about?”
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“First of all, either you just lied to me, or, I rattled you enough with what you saw that you said something you didn’t mean.”
He wasn’t entirely sure how to take that, because he didn’t know what she meant by it. Did she mean to say that he was lying about his apology? Or how much he’d seen? And, if either was the case, he couldn’t figure out how it would benefit him in any way to have either lowered himself more than he needed to in order to secure for her a measure of comfort. What’d he’d been attempting to do was to ensure her that he wasn’t the sort of person to hold over her head the fact that she’d been exposed unwittingly (or on purpose, in the case of earlier), and that he was not cruel and did not usually find other people’s discomfort funny.
Yet, here again, he’d miscalculated and he decided, then and there, that there was no figuring her out and that he’d act how he saw fit. It was up to her to deal with it. That resolve was sorely, sorely tested when she began trying to push his buttons. To what purpose, he could not fathom. Was she attempting to goad him? Anger him? Or merely assert some sort of dominance? If so, why?
It took all of his will not to either laugh or to appear in any way amused, concerned, or flat out shocked at what she was saying. He’d thought he’d been fairly careful not to let her see, but obviously not careful enough. Unless she was lying. Lying was a much greater problem, however, so he chose to believe what she was saying, instead.
“What have you gotten up to while you roam about the countryside as you please?” he asked instead of addressing her words, and giving her a long look. “Lasciviousness will earn you a world of pain if you act on it.” One had only to look at their peers. Pretty much the whole of the Taengean noble houses, including the royal ones, were an amoral pit of the worst kinds of behavior. From what he’d heard and seen, it caused tears, more often than not.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cried. That was the benefit of living a life where he did not need to stress about his own behavior.
Probably he shouldn’t be at all shocked that she’d looked. People were curious. The solid point to remember at the moment was she definitely couldn’t now.
She turned and walked toward the tide and he followed her. Mainly because this was still on the way to the city, and because since they found her sandal, he had every hope of getting his chiton back. The silence stretched on and then she turned around, again accusing him of being a sad widower. He stifled the groan that threatened to emerge from deep within his chest. Fine. If she wanted to think him sad, fine. He wasn’t, but he didn’t feel like correcting that perception again. Would he rather Sybil be alive? Yes. Was she? No. Was he going to pine about something he couldn’t change? No.
“I guess we’d better get a move on it or we’ll be out here all night looking for the rest of my belongings.”
He nodded and walked on, growing less and less ruffled as they went along. If offended, he never remained that way for long. His preference was always to forgive if he could. Making waves with things was not something he ever liked to do and he only ever did it if there was no other choice. He preferred friendships, acquaintances, enemies, all of them to be as trouble free as he could possibly make them. And whatever this was he had with Evie because they were in a terribly strange little bubble of intimate stranger situation.
“Which part was a lie, earlier?” he asked. That came out wrong. “I mean, what did I say that you assumed I was lying about?”
“First of all, either you just lied to me, or, I rattled you enough with what you saw that you said something you didn’t mean.”
He wasn’t entirely sure how to take that, because he didn’t know what she meant by it. Did she mean to say that he was lying about his apology? Or how much he’d seen? And, if either was the case, he couldn’t figure out how it would benefit him in any way to have either lowered himself more than he needed to in order to secure for her a measure of comfort. What’d he’d been attempting to do was to ensure her that he wasn’t the sort of person to hold over her head the fact that she’d been exposed unwittingly (or on purpose, in the case of earlier), and that he was not cruel and did not usually find other people’s discomfort funny.
Yet, here again, he’d miscalculated and he decided, then and there, that there was no figuring her out and that he’d act how he saw fit. It was up to her to deal with it. That resolve was sorely, sorely tested when she began trying to push his buttons. To what purpose, he could not fathom. Was she attempting to goad him? Anger him? Or merely assert some sort of dominance? If so, why?
It took all of his will not to either laugh or to appear in any way amused, concerned, or flat out shocked at what she was saying. He’d thought he’d been fairly careful not to let her see, but obviously not careful enough. Unless she was lying. Lying was a much greater problem, however, so he chose to believe what she was saying, instead.
“What have you gotten up to while you roam about the countryside as you please?” he asked instead of addressing her words, and giving her a long look. “Lasciviousness will earn you a world of pain if you act on it.” One had only to look at their peers. Pretty much the whole of the Taengean noble houses, including the royal ones, were an amoral pit of the worst kinds of behavior. From what he’d heard and seen, it caused tears, more often than not.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cried. That was the benefit of living a life where he did not need to stress about his own behavior.
Probably he shouldn’t be at all shocked that she’d looked. People were curious. The solid point to remember at the moment was she definitely couldn’t now.
She turned and walked toward the tide and he followed her. Mainly because this was still on the way to the city, and because since they found her sandal, he had every hope of getting his chiton back. The silence stretched on and then she turned around, again accusing him of being a sad widower. He stifled the groan that threatened to emerge from deep within his chest. Fine. If she wanted to think him sad, fine. He wasn’t, but he didn’t feel like correcting that perception again. Would he rather Sybil be alive? Yes. Was she? No. Was he going to pine about something he couldn’t change? No.
“I guess we’d better get a move on it or we’ll be out here all night looking for the rest of my belongings.”
He nodded and walked on, growing less and less ruffled as they went along. If offended, he never remained that way for long. His preference was always to forgive if he could. Making waves with things was not something he ever liked to do and he only ever did it if there was no other choice. He preferred friendships, acquaintances, enemies, all of them to be as trouble free as he could possibly make them. And whatever this was he had with Evie because they were in a terribly strange little bubble of intimate stranger situation.
“Which part was a lie, earlier?” he asked. That came out wrong. “I mean, what did I say that you assumed I was lying about?”
Evangelina knew the things she’d said to him were not something to be discussed, especially with mixed company, but she felt they needed saying. If they were to remain friends, he needed to know who she was. If something as mundane as her rebellious mouth or the fact that she was not just another piece of furniture to sit idly in the house was a problem for him then the two of them needed to know. Her friendship wasn’t for the weak of heart or those afraid of crossing lines.
When he didn’t answer her immediately, a tremble of sad self-awareness begun to churn in her stomach. Had she been wrong about him? Why did it bother her so much if he didn’t approve of her? The only people she truly feared disappointing were her family, and more specifically her parents.
‘What have you gotten up to while you roam about the countryside as you please?’ He gave her a long look. She stared at him for a moment then blinked, her mind reeling. What sort of question was that? He continued, ‘Lasciviousness will earn you a world of pain if you act on it’ Evie’s eyes widened and she stared at him a moment as the dots started to connect. Rolling her eyes, she smiled and shook her head.
“Lasciviousness is a part of being. It’s not any worse than any other emotion we feel.” Slanting him a look, she raised her eyebrows at him. “Anger, fear, envy… all of those things can bring you a world of pain too but you can’t just write them off and say, ‘Well, I don’t want to hurt so I simply am never going to lose my temper again.’.” What had hurt him so badly that he had developed such unreasonable ideas about lust? Reaching up she tucked, a now dry wild tendril of hair behind her ear. “If it weren’t part of our nature, we’d never made it past the first generation.” She shook her head softly and smiled tenderly at him. “Listen, I am not saying act upon ever lustful feeling or idea that pops into your head. I am saying though, it’s a huge part of being, of existing, and fighting it is like trying to swim against the current. You’re a hunter, a steward of nature, no? Don’t you ever just get tired of trying to fight against something that is natural?”
Dropping her gaze to the sand, her cheeks pinkened again but she steeled herself against backing down now, she’d already said too much not to say the rest, “As to what I’ve gotten up to in the countryside.” Her gaze rose to pin him with a frank stare, “Not enough to stop me from blushing. I may not know exactly what goes on between a man and a woman but I am not ready to condemn those feelings or acts… or myself for feeling the things I’ve felt or the thoughts I’ve had. Are you going to condemn me for them?”
Standing in the tide, she let herself drift into thought, ignoring Gavriil for a few moments in order to process some of the thoughts going through her mind. It probably would have amused her to that he jumped to the conclusion that she viewed him as the lonely old widower. While it was an accurate description, her mind hadn’t added the widower part to what she’d said. Maybe, she didn’t want to think about him pining away for his lost wife. Or maybe she’d accepted what he’d said about. She did still think he was lonely though… and watching the world rather than experiencing it. But then again, maybe he didn’t experience the world the way she did. And maybe, she wanted him to… Maybe she wanted to show him what her world was like. That was an awful lot of maybes though.
Joining him again, she walked in silence fiddling with her shoe until it no longer interested her. It was Gavriil who finally broke the silence between them. At the sound of his voice, she pursed her lips and glanced over at him. ‘Which part was a lie, earlier?’ She blinked her rich warm gaze trying to figure out what he was talking about. He clarified before she could ask, ‘I mean, what did I say that you assumed I was lying about?’ He meant from her teasing. With a half a snort, she looked forward again towards the path.
“I didn’t think you were lying,” She murmured. “You said that what you simply meant was that when I bent over I was on full display. However, that wasn’t what you said to me, you had said to me, ‘I would make someone happy’. That’s two different things and I didn’t think they meant the same thing.” Evie twisted the straps of the sandal around her index finger nervously. “I was trying to lighten the mood a little by teasing you, but coyness was never really my forte.”
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Evangelina knew the things she’d said to him were not something to be discussed, especially with mixed company, but she felt they needed saying. If they were to remain friends, he needed to know who she was. If something as mundane as her rebellious mouth or the fact that she was not just another piece of furniture to sit idly in the house was a problem for him then the two of them needed to know. Her friendship wasn’t for the weak of heart or those afraid of crossing lines.
When he didn’t answer her immediately, a tremble of sad self-awareness begun to churn in her stomach. Had she been wrong about him? Why did it bother her so much if he didn’t approve of her? The only people she truly feared disappointing were her family, and more specifically her parents.
‘What have you gotten up to while you roam about the countryside as you please?’ He gave her a long look. She stared at him for a moment then blinked, her mind reeling. What sort of question was that? He continued, ‘Lasciviousness will earn you a world of pain if you act on it’ Evie’s eyes widened and she stared at him a moment as the dots started to connect. Rolling her eyes, she smiled and shook her head.
“Lasciviousness is a part of being. It’s not any worse than any other emotion we feel.” Slanting him a look, she raised her eyebrows at him. “Anger, fear, envy… all of those things can bring you a world of pain too but you can’t just write them off and say, ‘Well, I don’t want to hurt so I simply am never going to lose my temper again.’.” What had hurt him so badly that he had developed such unreasonable ideas about lust? Reaching up she tucked, a now dry wild tendril of hair behind her ear. “If it weren’t part of our nature, we’d never made it past the first generation.” She shook her head softly and smiled tenderly at him. “Listen, I am not saying act upon ever lustful feeling or idea that pops into your head. I am saying though, it’s a huge part of being, of existing, and fighting it is like trying to swim against the current. You’re a hunter, a steward of nature, no? Don’t you ever just get tired of trying to fight against something that is natural?”
Dropping her gaze to the sand, her cheeks pinkened again but she steeled herself against backing down now, she’d already said too much not to say the rest, “As to what I’ve gotten up to in the countryside.” Her gaze rose to pin him with a frank stare, “Not enough to stop me from blushing. I may not know exactly what goes on between a man and a woman but I am not ready to condemn those feelings or acts… or myself for feeling the things I’ve felt or the thoughts I’ve had. Are you going to condemn me for them?”
Standing in the tide, she let herself drift into thought, ignoring Gavriil for a few moments in order to process some of the thoughts going through her mind. It probably would have amused her to that he jumped to the conclusion that she viewed him as the lonely old widower. While it was an accurate description, her mind hadn’t added the widower part to what she’d said. Maybe, she didn’t want to think about him pining away for his lost wife. Or maybe she’d accepted what he’d said about. She did still think he was lonely though… and watching the world rather than experiencing it. But then again, maybe he didn’t experience the world the way she did. And maybe, she wanted him to… Maybe she wanted to show him what her world was like. That was an awful lot of maybes though.
Joining him again, she walked in silence fiddling with her shoe until it no longer interested her. It was Gavriil who finally broke the silence between them. At the sound of his voice, she pursed her lips and glanced over at him. ‘Which part was a lie, earlier?’ She blinked her rich warm gaze trying to figure out what he was talking about. He clarified before she could ask, ‘I mean, what did I say that you assumed I was lying about?’ He meant from her teasing. With a half a snort, she looked forward again towards the path.
“I didn’t think you were lying,” She murmured. “You said that what you simply meant was that when I bent over I was on full display. However, that wasn’t what you said to me, you had said to me, ‘I would make someone happy’. That’s two different things and I didn’t think they meant the same thing.” Evie twisted the straps of the sandal around her index finger nervously. “I was trying to lighten the mood a little by teasing you, but coyness was never really my forte.”
Evangelina knew the things she’d said to him were not something to be discussed, especially with mixed company, but she felt they needed saying. If they were to remain friends, he needed to know who she was. If something as mundane as her rebellious mouth or the fact that she was not just another piece of furniture to sit idly in the house was a problem for him then the two of them needed to know. Her friendship wasn’t for the weak of heart or those afraid of crossing lines.
When he didn’t answer her immediately, a tremble of sad self-awareness begun to churn in her stomach. Had she been wrong about him? Why did it bother her so much if he didn’t approve of her? The only people she truly feared disappointing were her family, and more specifically her parents.
‘What have you gotten up to while you roam about the countryside as you please?’ He gave her a long look. She stared at him for a moment then blinked, her mind reeling. What sort of question was that? He continued, ‘Lasciviousness will earn you a world of pain if you act on it’ Evie’s eyes widened and she stared at him a moment as the dots started to connect. Rolling her eyes, she smiled and shook her head.
“Lasciviousness is a part of being. It’s not any worse than any other emotion we feel.” Slanting him a look, she raised her eyebrows at him. “Anger, fear, envy… all of those things can bring you a world of pain too but you can’t just write them off and say, ‘Well, I don’t want to hurt so I simply am never going to lose my temper again.’.” What had hurt him so badly that he had developed such unreasonable ideas about lust? Reaching up she tucked, a now dry wild tendril of hair behind her ear. “If it weren’t part of our nature, we’d never made it past the first generation.” She shook her head softly and smiled tenderly at him. “Listen, I am not saying act upon ever lustful feeling or idea that pops into your head. I am saying though, it’s a huge part of being, of existing, and fighting it is like trying to swim against the current. You’re a hunter, a steward of nature, no? Don’t you ever just get tired of trying to fight against something that is natural?”
Dropping her gaze to the sand, her cheeks pinkened again but she steeled herself against backing down now, she’d already said too much not to say the rest, “As to what I’ve gotten up to in the countryside.” Her gaze rose to pin him with a frank stare, “Not enough to stop me from blushing. I may not know exactly what goes on between a man and a woman but I am not ready to condemn those feelings or acts… or myself for feeling the things I’ve felt or the thoughts I’ve had. Are you going to condemn me for them?”
Standing in the tide, she let herself drift into thought, ignoring Gavriil for a few moments in order to process some of the thoughts going through her mind. It probably would have amused her to that he jumped to the conclusion that she viewed him as the lonely old widower. While it was an accurate description, her mind hadn’t added the widower part to what she’d said. Maybe, she didn’t want to think about him pining away for his lost wife. Or maybe she’d accepted what he’d said about. She did still think he was lonely though… and watching the world rather than experiencing it. But then again, maybe he didn’t experience the world the way she did. And maybe, she wanted him to… Maybe she wanted to show him what her world was like. That was an awful lot of maybes though.
Joining him again, she walked in silence fiddling with her shoe until it no longer interested her. It was Gavriil who finally broke the silence between them. At the sound of his voice, she pursed her lips and glanced over at him. ‘Which part was a lie, earlier?’ She blinked her rich warm gaze trying to figure out what he was talking about. He clarified before she could ask, ‘I mean, what did I say that you assumed I was lying about?’ He meant from her teasing. With a half a snort, she looked forward again towards the path.
“I didn’t think you were lying,” She murmured. “You said that what you simply meant was that when I bent over I was on full display. However, that wasn’t what you said to me, you had said to me, ‘I would make someone happy’. That’s two different things and I didn’t think they meant the same thing.” Evie twisted the straps of the sandal around her index finger nervously. “I was trying to lighten the mood a little by teasing you, but coyness was never really my forte.”
Once again, they were speaking of the same thing, only slightly different. He realized she assumed he had something against sex, which was completely untrue. He liked sex and had yet to meet a man who didn’t. But that wasn’t what the word she’d used meant, exactly, and he was not about to correct this girl beside him or school her in the finer points about his relationship with sex.
She wasn’t his wife. That meant that all of his thoughts on the matter were none of her business. To that end, he wasn’t her husband and she really shouldn’t be going on about this to him, or even be this open. He allowed her to do so, however, because, really, she had warned him what she was like yesterday. Obviously they couldn’t be alone together from this point forward. This was twice that she’d somehow been in a state of undress around him. He wasn’t really sure what to make of that. Yesterday, her entire rear end because she’d fallen from the horse, and then today with….well everything.
It was hard to listen to her go on and on about how everything was natural and good because he knew pretty much exactly what she looked like. Something he was doing his level best not to think about. No matter what she said, he was fairly certain that she didn’t want herself pictured doing some of the things that he hadn’t been able to do in a long time.
“As to what I’ve gotten up to in the countryside. Not enough to stop me from blushing. I may not know exactly what goes on between a man and a woman but I am not ready to condemn those feelings or acts… or myself for feeling the things I’ve felt or the thoughts I’ve had. Are you going to condemn me for them?”
“No,” he said flatly. He wouldn’t condem very natural feelings of desire, but there was a point where thoughts crossed a line from an innocent, stray image, thought, or impulse, into something a little more nefarious and seedy. But, here again, he did not open his mouth to explain that. He was finding it funny that she kept trying to educate him on things she hadn’t experienced.
“I was trying to lighten the mood a little by teasing you, but coyness was never really my forte.”
“I am a poor choice to practice being coy with,” he reminded her. “I don’t play the game well.”
He considered her as she twisted her finger in the sandal’s straps. “You don’t need to play coy and you don’t need to stifle your desires either. Just point them in the proper direction. Take his majesty, for example, about what is unwise to do. He takes whatever woman he pleases and acts on his desires, does he not? I have met him many times. Whatever he likes to project to people, he is not a happy young man. I, on the other hand, have only ever been with one woman, my wife, and I am still at peace with that decision. If I married again, it would be the same. I do not need to galavant around the countryside, finding false fulfillment or momentary happiness. That is fleeting. I’d rather what I do to mean something.”
Besides. If he acted on every single impulse he had, she and he would have been having a very different conversation a few minutes ago. Probably with her running away screaming and him feeling like an idiot. But, because he was master over himself, here they were, walking peaceably, talking and everything was fine. Another shoe appeared up the beach and he pointed it out to her notice.
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Once again, they were speaking of the same thing, only slightly different. He realized she assumed he had something against sex, which was completely untrue. He liked sex and had yet to meet a man who didn’t. But that wasn’t what the word she’d used meant, exactly, and he was not about to correct this girl beside him or school her in the finer points about his relationship with sex.
She wasn’t his wife. That meant that all of his thoughts on the matter were none of her business. To that end, he wasn’t her husband and she really shouldn’t be going on about this to him, or even be this open. He allowed her to do so, however, because, really, she had warned him what she was like yesterday. Obviously they couldn’t be alone together from this point forward. This was twice that she’d somehow been in a state of undress around him. He wasn’t really sure what to make of that. Yesterday, her entire rear end because she’d fallen from the horse, and then today with….well everything.
It was hard to listen to her go on and on about how everything was natural and good because he knew pretty much exactly what she looked like. Something he was doing his level best not to think about. No matter what she said, he was fairly certain that she didn’t want herself pictured doing some of the things that he hadn’t been able to do in a long time.
“As to what I’ve gotten up to in the countryside. Not enough to stop me from blushing. I may not know exactly what goes on between a man and a woman but I am not ready to condemn those feelings or acts… or myself for feeling the things I’ve felt or the thoughts I’ve had. Are you going to condemn me for them?”
“No,” he said flatly. He wouldn’t condem very natural feelings of desire, but there was a point where thoughts crossed a line from an innocent, stray image, thought, or impulse, into something a little more nefarious and seedy. But, here again, he did not open his mouth to explain that. He was finding it funny that she kept trying to educate him on things she hadn’t experienced.
“I was trying to lighten the mood a little by teasing you, but coyness was never really my forte.”
“I am a poor choice to practice being coy with,” he reminded her. “I don’t play the game well.”
He considered her as she twisted her finger in the sandal’s straps. “You don’t need to play coy and you don’t need to stifle your desires either. Just point them in the proper direction. Take his majesty, for example, about what is unwise to do. He takes whatever woman he pleases and acts on his desires, does he not? I have met him many times. Whatever he likes to project to people, he is not a happy young man. I, on the other hand, have only ever been with one woman, my wife, and I am still at peace with that decision. If I married again, it would be the same. I do not need to galavant around the countryside, finding false fulfillment or momentary happiness. That is fleeting. I’d rather what I do to mean something.”
Besides. If he acted on every single impulse he had, she and he would have been having a very different conversation a few minutes ago. Probably with her running away screaming and him feeling like an idiot. But, because he was master over himself, here they were, walking peaceably, talking and everything was fine. Another shoe appeared up the beach and he pointed it out to her notice.
Once again, they were speaking of the same thing, only slightly different. He realized she assumed he had something against sex, which was completely untrue. He liked sex and had yet to meet a man who didn’t. But that wasn’t what the word she’d used meant, exactly, and he was not about to correct this girl beside him or school her in the finer points about his relationship with sex.
She wasn’t his wife. That meant that all of his thoughts on the matter were none of her business. To that end, he wasn’t her husband and she really shouldn’t be going on about this to him, or even be this open. He allowed her to do so, however, because, really, she had warned him what she was like yesterday. Obviously they couldn’t be alone together from this point forward. This was twice that she’d somehow been in a state of undress around him. He wasn’t really sure what to make of that. Yesterday, her entire rear end because she’d fallen from the horse, and then today with….well everything.
It was hard to listen to her go on and on about how everything was natural and good because he knew pretty much exactly what she looked like. Something he was doing his level best not to think about. No matter what she said, he was fairly certain that she didn’t want herself pictured doing some of the things that he hadn’t been able to do in a long time.
“As to what I’ve gotten up to in the countryside. Not enough to stop me from blushing. I may not know exactly what goes on between a man and a woman but I am not ready to condemn those feelings or acts… or myself for feeling the things I’ve felt or the thoughts I’ve had. Are you going to condemn me for them?”
“No,” he said flatly. He wouldn’t condem very natural feelings of desire, but there was a point where thoughts crossed a line from an innocent, stray image, thought, or impulse, into something a little more nefarious and seedy. But, here again, he did not open his mouth to explain that. He was finding it funny that she kept trying to educate him on things she hadn’t experienced.
“I was trying to lighten the mood a little by teasing you, but coyness was never really my forte.”
“I am a poor choice to practice being coy with,” he reminded her. “I don’t play the game well.”
He considered her as she twisted her finger in the sandal’s straps. “You don’t need to play coy and you don’t need to stifle your desires either. Just point them in the proper direction. Take his majesty, for example, about what is unwise to do. He takes whatever woman he pleases and acts on his desires, does he not? I have met him many times. Whatever he likes to project to people, he is not a happy young man. I, on the other hand, have only ever been with one woman, my wife, and I am still at peace with that decision. If I married again, it would be the same. I do not need to galavant around the countryside, finding false fulfillment or momentary happiness. That is fleeting. I’d rather what I do to mean something.”
Besides. If he acted on every single impulse he had, she and he would have been having a very different conversation a few minutes ago. Probably with her running away screaming and him feeling like an idiot. But, because he was master over himself, here they were, walking peaceably, talking and everything was fine. Another shoe appeared up the beach and he pointed it out to her notice.
Speaking of lasciviousness, she wasn’t talking about sex, or the actual act of it anyway. She’d been speaking of that simple basic need, the eagerness, the build-up, the thoughts, the urges. Evangelina had been speaking of everything that created a risk through a response. The feelings of need and want and allowing those thoughts to have a place within you. To let go of the control and just… stop thinking. Looking past the word of lascivious and to the bigger picture she was talking about a general eagerness for all of it. The good and the bad and everything in between.
The more she spoke the less he answered, or even acknowledged to her that he was hearing her. Until finally she asked if he was going to condemn her. It’d have been a lie if she’d said she’d actually expected him to answer her. He had probably stopped listening to her second or third sentence. But he did answer. A flat, ‘No.’
Her lips pursed and she dropped her head. She surprisingly didn’t have anything to say to that. His answer hadn’t been entirely believable but she was growing weary of the conversation and questioning further would just extend it. She didn’t think he understood her.
Big gestures of affection didn’t impress her, but she hoped that at least one day she might excite someone who wanted her because of her. Not because she was a Leventi and not because her brother was the future of the family. Her life had been lived sitting on a shelf collecting dust, there but just another piece of the furniture. She wasn’t meaning her companion would change that, but she’d just been so eager to share herself or rather for someone to know her. Evangelina had definitely gotten into quick of a hurry. Those things didn’t happen overnight and she knew that but… Taking a deep breath she answered his question.
‘I am a poor choice to practice being coy with. I don’t play the game well.’ She didn’t dare meet his glance, she’d not been practicing her coyness. That had been the extent of her ability but she wasn’t going to admit that. It seemed to fly right past him that she’d been attempting to lighten the mood with her teasing. He was watching her, tilting her head she studied the coastline as he continued to talk.
Listening carefully to his words, she smiled faintly. It proved to be not just a misunderstanding but an admonishment rolled into one. She thought he was trying to be helpful, maybe his words had good intentions behind them but they settled on her like a wet blanket. It was his mentioning gallivanting around the countryside finding false fulfillment and only momentary happiness that stung as deeply as a slap. After his question about what she got up too gallivanting around the countryside, her mind connected the dots. He might as well of just used her name. The cords in her neck tightened and she closed her eyes. He wasn’t going to make her burst into tears over this. Stiffening, she sighed. It didn’t matter. This didn’t matter. When she opened her eyes, she’d put on her Leventi mask and she would make the most out of whatever mess she’d created here.
“My attempts to be coy with you were not me playing, they were me trying to soften the mood or tension I felt. You told me in your note that you weren’t good with conversations,” She pinned him with a guarded look that hadn’t been there before, “I am not good with conversations. I am not good with people. And I am sorry if you were under the impression that I was pointing my desire at you or in the wrong direction. Yes, I will admit that I quite freely looked at you and I admitted also quite freely that I would do it again. I am not ashamed of that. My continuing the conversation any further was completely out of line, and I apologize for that as well.” Swallowing she looked around, Poseidon was late for collecting her from this embarrassment.
“I am truly happy that you were so blessed by the Gods to find that level of fulfillment and happiness from the union with your wife. Not everyone is so fortunate in matters of marriage, love, or lust. I don’t know the circumstances and wouldn’t dare to try and understand why the King is unhappy bouncing from bed to bed. But most of us have at least a couple of things that linger there in our minds haunting us.” A sigh was exhaled and she dropped her gaze to the sand, and crossed her arms over her chest as she stared downward, “I have no arguments against wanting something that lasts, wanting something meaningful… I think we all crave needing someone to want us. To be someone’s choice. And that’s not something that happens for everyone… sometimes all someone gets is fleeting moments of feeling wanted.” Her lips tightened, she’d already said more then she wanted too.
Hoping that was the end of that conversation, she kept her distance and kept quiet. Gavriil had made himself more than clear for the second time. Flirting with him was crossing a line. Teasing him was crossing a line. Prying past this self-controlled wall was… most definitely crossing a line. Truth was, she was so lost and confused about what she could and couldn’t say around him now that she was afraid sneezing in the wrong way might be crossing a line in some way. He pointed out her shoe, and she retrieved it.
Pausing she took a moment to sit on a weathered and washed up fallen tree so she could put her sandals back on without toppling over. Slipping on the sandals in silence she laced first one and then the next up the length of her calves and tied them off before standing up and dusting her rear off. “Now, if my dress is still in one piece… You can have your clothes back.” She sighed, the faint scent of him lingered on the chiton. It left her feeling safe and secure. No, she wasn’t going to get attached. As soon as she got her chiton back, she would give him his and they would go their separate ways. They could pass and repass with one another but she’d already proven she couldn’t trust herself not to cross lines where he was concerned, lines he didn’t want her crossing. And that was all she need was to disappoint just one more person. She found herself rolling her eyes at that thought.
“How did the boys end up with your daughter’s kitten?” She asked politely, just keep a polite conversation up until you can get away and leave the poor man in his blissful peace.
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Speaking of lasciviousness, she wasn’t talking about sex, or the actual act of it anyway. She’d been speaking of that simple basic need, the eagerness, the build-up, the thoughts, the urges. Evangelina had been speaking of everything that created a risk through a response. The feelings of need and want and allowing those thoughts to have a place within you. To let go of the control and just… stop thinking. Looking past the word of lascivious and to the bigger picture she was talking about a general eagerness for all of it. The good and the bad and everything in between.
The more she spoke the less he answered, or even acknowledged to her that he was hearing her. Until finally she asked if he was going to condemn her. It’d have been a lie if she’d said she’d actually expected him to answer her. He had probably stopped listening to her second or third sentence. But he did answer. A flat, ‘No.’
Her lips pursed and she dropped her head. She surprisingly didn’t have anything to say to that. His answer hadn’t been entirely believable but she was growing weary of the conversation and questioning further would just extend it. She didn’t think he understood her.
Big gestures of affection didn’t impress her, but she hoped that at least one day she might excite someone who wanted her because of her. Not because she was a Leventi and not because her brother was the future of the family. Her life had been lived sitting on a shelf collecting dust, there but just another piece of the furniture. She wasn’t meaning her companion would change that, but she’d just been so eager to share herself or rather for someone to know her. Evangelina had definitely gotten into quick of a hurry. Those things didn’t happen overnight and she knew that but… Taking a deep breath she answered his question.
‘I am a poor choice to practice being coy with. I don’t play the game well.’ She didn’t dare meet his glance, she’d not been practicing her coyness. That had been the extent of her ability but she wasn’t going to admit that. It seemed to fly right past him that she’d been attempting to lighten the mood with her teasing. He was watching her, tilting her head she studied the coastline as he continued to talk.
Listening carefully to his words, she smiled faintly. It proved to be not just a misunderstanding but an admonishment rolled into one. She thought he was trying to be helpful, maybe his words had good intentions behind them but they settled on her like a wet blanket. It was his mentioning gallivanting around the countryside finding false fulfillment and only momentary happiness that stung as deeply as a slap. After his question about what she got up too gallivanting around the countryside, her mind connected the dots. He might as well of just used her name. The cords in her neck tightened and she closed her eyes. He wasn’t going to make her burst into tears over this. Stiffening, she sighed. It didn’t matter. This didn’t matter. When she opened her eyes, she’d put on her Leventi mask and she would make the most out of whatever mess she’d created here.
“My attempts to be coy with you were not me playing, they were me trying to soften the mood or tension I felt. You told me in your note that you weren’t good with conversations,” She pinned him with a guarded look that hadn’t been there before, “I am not good with conversations. I am not good with people. And I am sorry if you were under the impression that I was pointing my desire at you or in the wrong direction. Yes, I will admit that I quite freely looked at you and I admitted also quite freely that I would do it again. I am not ashamed of that. My continuing the conversation any further was completely out of line, and I apologize for that as well.” Swallowing she looked around, Poseidon was late for collecting her from this embarrassment.
“I am truly happy that you were so blessed by the Gods to find that level of fulfillment and happiness from the union with your wife. Not everyone is so fortunate in matters of marriage, love, or lust. I don’t know the circumstances and wouldn’t dare to try and understand why the King is unhappy bouncing from bed to bed. But most of us have at least a couple of things that linger there in our minds haunting us.” A sigh was exhaled and she dropped her gaze to the sand, and crossed her arms over her chest as she stared downward, “I have no arguments against wanting something that lasts, wanting something meaningful… I think we all crave needing someone to want us. To be someone’s choice. And that’s not something that happens for everyone… sometimes all someone gets is fleeting moments of feeling wanted.” Her lips tightened, she’d already said more then she wanted too.
Hoping that was the end of that conversation, she kept her distance and kept quiet. Gavriil had made himself more than clear for the second time. Flirting with him was crossing a line. Teasing him was crossing a line. Prying past this self-controlled wall was… most definitely crossing a line. Truth was, she was so lost and confused about what she could and couldn’t say around him now that she was afraid sneezing in the wrong way might be crossing a line in some way. He pointed out her shoe, and she retrieved it.
Pausing she took a moment to sit on a weathered and washed up fallen tree so she could put her sandals back on without toppling over. Slipping on the sandals in silence she laced first one and then the next up the length of her calves and tied them off before standing up and dusting her rear off. “Now, if my dress is still in one piece… You can have your clothes back.” She sighed, the faint scent of him lingered on the chiton. It left her feeling safe and secure. No, she wasn’t going to get attached. As soon as she got her chiton back, she would give him his and they would go their separate ways. They could pass and repass with one another but she’d already proven she couldn’t trust herself not to cross lines where he was concerned, lines he didn’t want her crossing. And that was all she need was to disappoint just one more person. She found herself rolling her eyes at that thought.
“How did the boys end up with your daughter’s kitten?” She asked politely, just keep a polite conversation up until you can get away and leave the poor man in his blissful peace.
Speaking of lasciviousness, she wasn’t talking about sex, or the actual act of it anyway. She’d been speaking of that simple basic need, the eagerness, the build-up, the thoughts, the urges. Evangelina had been speaking of everything that created a risk through a response. The feelings of need and want and allowing those thoughts to have a place within you. To let go of the control and just… stop thinking. Looking past the word of lascivious and to the bigger picture she was talking about a general eagerness for all of it. The good and the bad and everything in between.
The more she spoke the less he answered, or even acknowledged to her that he was hearing her. Until finally she asked if he was going to condemn her. It’d have been a lie if she’d said she’d actually expected him to answer her. He had probably stopped listening to her second or third sentence. But he did answer. A flat, ‘No.’
Her lips pursed and she dropped her head. She surprisingly didn’t have anything to say to that. His answer hadn’t been entirely believable but she was growing weary of the conversation and questioning further would just extend it. She didn’t think he understood her.
Big gestures of affection didn’t impress her, but she hoped that at least one day she might excite someone who wanted her because of her. Not because she was a Leventi and not because her brother was the future of the family. Her life had been lived sitting on a shelf collecting dust, there but just another piece of the furniture. She wasn’t meaning her companion would change that, but she’d just been so eager to share herself or rather for someone to know her. Evangelina had definitely gotten into quick of a hurry. Those things didn’t happen overnight and she knew that but… Taking a deep breath she answered his question.
‘I am a poor choice to practice being coy with. I don’t play the game well.’ She didn’t dare meet his glance, she’d not been practicing her coyness. That had been the extent of her ability but she wasn’t going to admit that. It seemed to fly right past him that she’d been attempting to lighten the mood with her teasing. He was watching her, tilting her head she studied the coastline as he continued to talk.
Listening carefully to his words, she smiled faintly. It proved to be not just a misunderstanding but an admonishment rolled into one. She thought he was trying to be helpful, maybe his words had good intentions behind them but they settled on her like a wet blanket. It was his mentioning gallivanting around the countryside finding false fulfillment and only momentary happiness that stung as deeply as a slap. After his question about what she got up too gallivanting around the countryside, her mind connected the dots. He might as well of just used her name. The cords in her neck tightened and she closed her eyes. He wasn’t going to make her burst into tears over this. Stiffening, she sighed. It didn’t matter. This didn’t matter. When she opened her eyes, she’d put on her Leventi mask and she would make the most out of whatever mess she’d created here.
“My attempts to be coy with you were not me playing, they were me trying to soften the mood or tension I felt. You told me in your note that you weren’t good with conversations,” She pinned him with a guarded look that hadn’t been there before, “I am not good with conversations. I am not good with people. And I am sorry if you were under the impression that I was pointing my desire at you or in the wrong direction. Yes, I will admit that I quite freely looked at you and I admitted also quite freely that I would do it again. I am not ashamed of that. My continuing the conversation any further was completely out of line, and I apologize for that as well.” Swallowing she looked around, Poseidon was late for collecting her from this embarrassment.
“I am truly happy that you were so blessed by the Gods to find that level of fulfillment and happiness from the union with your wife. Not everyone is so fortunate in matters of marriage, love, or lust. I don’t know the circumstances and wouldn’t dare to try and understand why the King is unhappy bouncing from bed to bed. But most of us have at least a couple of things that linger there in our minds haunting us.” A sigh was exhaled and she dropped her gaze to the sand, and crossed her arms over her chest as she stared downward, “I have no arguments against wanting something that lasts, wanting something meaningful… I think we all crave needing someone to want us. To be someone’s choice. And that’s not something that happens for everyone… sometimes all someone gets is fleeting moments of feeling wanted.” Her lips tightened, she’d already said more then she wanted too.
Hoping that was the end of that conversation, she kept her distance and kept quiet. Gavriil had made himself more than clear for the second time. Flirting with him was crossing a line. Teasing him was crossing a line. Prying past this self-controlled wall was… most definitely crossing a line. Truth was, she was so lost and confused about what she could and couldn’t say around him now that she was afraid sneezing in the wrong way might be crossing a line in some way. He pointed out her shoe, and she retrieved it.
Pausing she took a moment to sit on a weathered and washed up fallen tree so she could put her sandals back on without toppling over. Slipping on the sandals in silence she laced first one and then the next up the length of her calves and tied them off before standing up and dusting her rear off. “Now, if my dress is still in one piece… You can have your clothes back.” She sighed, the faint scent of him lingered on the chiton. It left her feeling safe and secure. No, she wasn’t going to get attached. As soon as she got her chiton back, she would give him his and they would go their separate ways. They could pass and repass with one another but she’d already proven she couldn’t trust herself not to cross lines where he was concerned, lines he didn’t want her crossing. And that was all she need was to disappoint just one more person. She found herself rolling her eyes at that thought.
“How did the boys end up with your daughter’s kitten?” She asked politely, just keep a polite conversation up until you can get away and leave the poor man in his blissful peace.
He did let the conversation die for a little while after she finished speaking. She was taking everything he said in the opposite direction that he intended it to mean, and always as some kind of attack. Obviously she would need to know him better if she was to understand that the things he said were never meant in that way. Whatever he did and said was always meant for someone’s benefit. She was acting like he had some negative opinion of her, which was far removed from the truth, but he was now concerned that she would perceive anymore conversation in the negative.
They walked along for a while and he waited for her while she put on her shoes. She was much more subdued than she had been and he knew it was because of him. He just didn’t know how to fix it. The solution, he’d decided, was just not to speak, and then it wouldn’t get any worse.
With her back to him as she sat on the tree branch, he looked her over and sighed. He hadn’t thought about it in a long, long time but he liked walking with someone who wasn’t related to him. Dorothea was fantastic company and so was Iason. Both of his older children knew just what to say or not say, and he knew the same about them. Their walks were usually silent, each lost in their own thoughts. Alexa chattered to him quite a lot, but her talk was what most young girls were interested in and he listened with patience, rather than real interest. He’d found that, with Evie, he was never really sure what she would say next and that was what made it both compelling and made him a tich nervous to talk with her.
She was making it known, whether intentionally or not, that she was disappointed in how all of this had turned out. The fire she’d had before was completely gone and he watched her whole body slump a little bit as she stood and faced him. The chiton looked ridiculous on her but he didn’t feel that this was the time to try to be amusing, so he didn’t say it. Then she was rolling her eyes, even though he hadn’t said anything and he gave her a quizzical expression. Could she read minds? There were some who claimed they could…
“How did the boys end up with your daughter’s kitten?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” he said, looking down at the basket as the cat mewled pitifully. “I know she was in the market getting it a new basket. This basket, actually.” He lifted it just a bit, then remembered why it was where it was, and lowered it back down. “From what I understand, the boys snatched up the cat and brought it back, but when there wasn’t a reward, they stole it again. At least, that’s what I can work out. She was crying a good deal and was a little hard to understand.”
For a few steps, he let the conversation rest, and then he looked over at her again, because he hated seeing her so deflated in spirit. “I’m not sure which part of what I said hurt you, but I will be candid and say that you’re perfectly fine the way you are. And I like speaking with you. I regret that I obviously made you feel otherwise.” There. What she did with that was her own affair but he didn’t want her feeling like he had any issue with her.
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He did let the conversation die for a little while after she finished speaking. She was taking everything he said in the opposite direction that he intended it to mean, and always as some kind of attack. Obviously she would need to know him better if she was to understand that the things he said were never meant in that way. Whatever he did and said was always meant for someone’s benefit. She was acting like he had some negative opinion of her, which was far removed from the truth, but he was now concerned that she would perceive anymore conversation in the negative.
They walked along for a while and he waited for her while she put on her shoes. She was much more subdued than she had been and he knew it was because of him. He just didn’t know how to fix it. The solution, he’d decided, was just not to speak, and then it wouldn’t get any worse.
With her back to him as she sat on the tree branch, he looked her over and sighed. He hadn’t thought about it in a long, long time but he liked walking with someone who wasn’t related to him. Dorothea was fantastic company and so was Iason. Both of his older children knew just what to say or not say, and he knew the same about them. Their walks were usually silent, each lost in their own thoughts. Alexa chattered to him quite a lot, but her talk was what most young girls were interested in and he listened with patience, rather than real interest. He’d found that, with Evie, he was never really sure what she would say next and that was what made it both compelling and made him a tich nervous to talk with her.
She was making it known, whether intentionally or not, that she was disappointed in how all of this had turned out. The fire she’d had before was completely gone and he watched her whole body slump a little bit as she stood and faced him. The chiton looked ridiculous on her but he didn’t feel that this was the time to try to be amusing, so he didn’t say it. Then she was rolling her eyes, even though he hadn’t said anything and he gave her a quizzical expression. Could she read minds? There were some who claimed they could…
“How did the boys end up with your daughter’s kitten?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” he said, looking down at the basket as the cat mewled pitifully. “I know she was in the market getting it a new basket. This basket, actually.” He lifted it just a bit, then remembered why it was where it was, and lowered it back down. “From what I understand, the boys snatched up the cat and brought it back, but when there wasn’t a reward, they stole it again. At least, that’s what I can work out. She was crying a good deal and was a little hard to understand.”
For a few steps, he let the conversation rest, and then he looked over at her again, because he hated seeing her so deflated in spirit. “I’m not sure which part of what I said hurt you, but I will be candid and say that you’re perfectly fine the way you are. And I like speaking with you. I regret that I obviously made you feel otherwise.” There. What she did with that was her own affair but he didn’t want her feeling like he had any issue with her.
He did let the conversation die for a little while after she finished speaking. She was taking everything he said in the opposite direction that he intended it to mean, and always as some kind of attack. Obviously she would need to know him better if she was to understand that the things he said were never meant in that way. Whatever he did and said was always meant for someone’s benefit. She was acting like he had some negative opinion of her, which was far removed from the truth, but he was now concerned that she would perceive anymore conversation in the negative.
They walked along for a while and he waited for her while she put on her shoes. She was much more subdued than she had been and he knew it was because of him. He just didn’t know how to fix it. The solution, he’d decided, was just not to speak, and then it wouldn’t get any worse.
With her back to him as she sat on the tree branch, he looked her over and sighed. He hadn’t thought about it in a long, long time but he liked walking with someone who wasn’t related to him. Dorothea was fantastic company and so was Iason. Both of his older children knew just what to say or not say, and he knew the same about them. Their walks were usually silent, each lost in their own thoughts. Alexa chattered to him quite a lot, but her talk was what most young girls were interested in and he listened with patience, rather than real interest. He’d found that, with Evie, he was never really sure what she would say next and that was what made it both compelling and made him a tich nervous to talk with her.
She was making it known, whether intentionally or not, that she was disappointed in how all of this had turned out. The fire she’d had before was completely gone and he watched her whole body slump a little bit as she stood and faced him. The chiton looked ridiculous on her but he didn’t feel that this was the time to try to be amusing, so he didn’t say it. Then she was rolling her eyes, even though he hadn’t said anything and he gave her a quizzical expression. Could she read minds? There were some who claimed they could…
“How did the boys end up with your daughter’s kitten?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” he said, looking down at the basket as the cat mewled pitifully. “I know she was in the market getting it a new basket. This basket, actually.” He lifted it just a bit, then remembered why it was where it was, and lowered it back down. “From what I understand, the boys snatched up the cat and brought it back, but when there wasn’t a reward, they stole it again. At least, that’s what I can work out. She was crying a good deal and was a little hard to understand.”
For a few steps, he let the conversation rest, and then he looked over at her again, because he hated seeing her so deflated in spirit. “I’m not sure which part of what I said hurt you, but I will be candid and say that you’re perfectly fine the way you are. And I like speaking with you. I regret that I obviously made you feel otherwise.” There. What she did with that was her own affair but he didn’t want her feeling like he had any issue with her.