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Post by Vanitypirate on Feb 4, 2018 17:57:17 GMT -8
Tilly listened half-heartedly, nodding along distantly as though to fully sell how much she was listening.
Which was secretly: not very much.
"Ah, yes.... shininess of wood. Need to give it a couple pokes..."
She shifted anxiously where she sat and forced another spoonful of the rations into her mouth. Consciously chewing and swallowing, she eyed Courcy and Lekalis with a touch of awe and envy.
Tilly made a friendly smile and pushed her half-eaten bowl towards Lekalis, as to admit defeat,
"You should definitely finish this, mhm; you're carrying the heavier rations and all."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Feb 4, 2018 18:05:37 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
He pursed his lips and nodded, though his eyes noted Courcy, then pointedly held her downcast face in his line of sight before Tilly pushed the bowl towards him.
Lekalis rose his brows and offered a kindly smile, chuckling softly as he nodded, bobbing his head to the side as he set aside his bowl and took up Tilly's.
"Aye, fair point. Though--" He looked to Courcy, and held the bowl out to the cozy looking Hellion.
"-- If Courcy's going to take first watch... she 'ought to have the rest." He smirked, there was a knowing childishness in this passing of grey food; a flicker of thought had his smile wan a touch, he knew someone who'd rather delight in such efficient nutritional meals.
"Ah, that's if she wants it..." He added, the smile raising up for a moment as he set the bowl down between them and scooted away from the fire and reclined in the dirt. Avoiding laying flat on his back as he looked to either comrade beside him with a risen brow.
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Post by black379 on Feb 4, 2018 18:25:12 GMT -8
Courcy grimaced as Tilly's bowl was passed around towards her. She forced a toothy grin that faded before it was even really there. With her bare foot, she nudged the bowl a bit closer to the fire so it wouldn't grow cold too quickly.
"Thanks. It'll keep me up."
Focusing on her own food, she spared little to no attention to the others. Internally, she remained angry at herself and at Blood. For a brief time, she had let herself forget that he was sly, that he was a murderer.
"Goodnight."
She remarked, preemptively, ready enough for her companions to sleep.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Feb 4, 2018 18:37:30 GMT -8
It did not take a genius or a mind-reader to tell that something was not quite right with Courcy.
Tilly sat upright, frowning, her legs extended out in front of her.
"You don't have to eat the stuff if you'd rather not." Tilly soothed, though she didn't rightly believe that the matter of the gruel was the issue at hand.
Her eyes flicked from Lekalis to Courcy, surmising that, as her demeanor had shifted in the time since she'd fallen asleep and been awoken, something must have happened in that time.
There was a flicker of mild shame that she didn't hear the two quarrel-- that she'd slept that deeply.
"Is everything alright...?" She gave a small smile, and slumped forward again, as though she were like to fall back to sleep.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Feb 4, 2018 18:43:36 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"More or less, aye..." He harumphed, his brows furrowing in a display of intensive thought before he glanced to Courcy one last time, and shrugged as he finally lay flat on the ground, his hands pulling his cloak around himself before resting on his stomach.
"... We'd a small... personal talk concerning what to wear when sparring, then how best to rest." Lekalis' nose scrunched up and he exhaled a bit poignantly before shutting his eyes.
"Apparently, we disagree on the resting bit. I can tell you more in the morning."
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Post by black379 on Feb 4, 2018 19:20:19 GMT -8
She shrugged defeatedly, as if nothing she could say would make matters any better.
“He’s right.”
Courcy set down her own bowl and stood, leaning her back against the tree. She looked past the edges of their campfire, where the natural light dwindled.
“Don’t worry about it. You’re set.”
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Post by Vanitypirate on Feb 4, 2018 19:28:37 GMT -8
"Or," Tilly laced her hands beneath her chin and leaned forward with exaggerated intrigue.
Truthfully, the attempts to brush off or postpone any real explanation made her more determined to find one from either Lekalis or Courcy.
"You could tell me now, while the subject's brought up, before either of you could forget. Then, when I run off to go scout, I'm not thinking over what sparring gear somebody ought to wear."
Tilly smiled pleasantly.
"Right, so: why don't you go and tell me more now?"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Feb 4, 2018 19:32:25 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
He shrugged, looking to Courcy from his rested position with a level of amusement that rather turned his gut, the way Courcy's eyes seemed to burn as vehemently with his demise as the fire burned that dear log.
Albeit, at this point of his life... He'd long since stopped caring for his paranoia.
"Well, we figured belt and boots... Or, I did at least. I've had one too many accidents of a stave catching my--" He stiffled a laugh and brought a hand up to smother it as he sighed,
"-- My britches. I learned a lot of Eastern words concerning a man's piece that day." He looked to Tilly now, raising a brow; his hands splayed out,
"Satisfied?"
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Post by black379 on Feb 4, 2018 21:07:36 GMT -8
“You’re a clever bastard.” Courcy barked, repulsed by the ex-lord’s aversion. Careening around the truth by telling a part. It was exhausting to keep up with his heartfelt confessions, sweetened teases, and attractive guise.
“It’s been a few days since I had a lay. I wanted to suck him off.” The ginger huffed, kicking backward at the tree with her heel. She didn’t know about Blood and Tilly’s current affair, but he had just as well told her his intentions.
“But don’t you worry your pretty fuckin nose. He’s got his head on fuckin straight.” She might have said more, but began to choke up. She had enough pity without crying.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Feb 4, 2018 21:51:29 GMT -8
Tilly's eyes grew wide and her face flushed in the face of such blatant, coarse talk.
Perplexed, she looked between the two, and she understood just the reason why it wasn't a quarrel that woke her up.
Though, the silver lining of it all, if she wasn't certain already, it proved that Lekalis had changed after all; Courcy was everything she wasn't, to put it mildly.
She was also much more awake, for sure.
"Er, w-what of George? I'd thought you two were..." Tilly queried, giving Lekalis another glance before she made to stand...
"What's so important about a... 'lay' anyways?" She asked with a shrug,
"We've got a warm fire, food in our bellies, friends all around, surrounded by more pretty treasures than we've ever seen. And this is all meant to be punishment for a crime that'd normally have you dangling off the bloody gallows!"
Tilly looked up to the darkening sky momentarily and shrugged,
"What's the matter with just... saving yourself for a fellow, getting to know him first and all? Don't you think you deserve better than to be turned down in the middle of a scary, haunted camping run?"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Feb 5, 2018 9:00:17 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
If there were a way for him to sink deeper into the dry dirt, Lekalis would've found it; instead, he groaned quietly and brought his hands over his face before tugging at the collar of his cloak to cover his face.
Albeit, the childish flee was slowly vaporized in light of Tilly's rather smooth way of handling the situation. In a way, he was both envious and impressed by it; it only further cemented his love.
Granted, as he watched Courcy positively shake with anger and... sadness, he supposed; he felt his heart melt. He felt utterly vile, and he found himself struggling to find words.
His cheeks were flush, and his eyes were flat black pools, wide and alarmed. He scooted a bit, out of the direct line of sight between the two women as he sat up and watched Courcy, letting Tilly do the talking for now. He gave Tilly a knowing and appreciative look and nod.
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Post by black379 on Feb 5, 2018 9:29:12 GMT -8
"Me and George?" Shaking her head, Courcy scoffed rudely. Her arms crossed over her midriff to suppress the violent and embarrassed turning of her stomach. She slid back into the tree to keep her upright.
"I don't know, it's- I may as well be a whore to anyone else! I've got no good chance!" Her voice crackled, thunder on the brink of rain. "I thought that..."
Betrayed eyes glared at Lekalis, but promptly fell to the snickering fire. "What'd I ever do to deserve better?"
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Post by Vanitypirate on Feb 5, 2018 9:59:46 GMT -8
"Stars above, Courcy, you're beautiful!" Tilly exclaimed, exasperated, as she motioned to Courcy with both palms, as though to encompass all of the woman's beauty, "You look like you just walked right on out of a painting, honest! You look right fair and soft, you've the bluest eyes I've ever seen, and you're a lovely, selfless, honest person."
Tilly sighed and pushed her hat back away from her face. "Any man ought to consider himself lucky just to have you, but you make yourself so sodding common. It's like if you left a pot of honey out in the sun and then wondered why you keep getting ants."
Her hands went to her sides. The ruckus, at least, made her forget her own nausea.
"You need to just... give a man time to really want you-- and not just when it's convenient for him to." She imagined she could tell a great many of her other compatriots the same thing she was telling Courcy. "When you give yourself to a fellow as soon as he so much as smiles at you, that's when you make yourself disposable to him. You set an example for him."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Feb 5, 2018 10:58:12 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
In truth, he was surprised by every word Tilly spoke; though he doubly kicked himself for not expecting it. In this moment, he found it abundantly clear how she was able to have such a rapport with everyone in the Hamlet. He knew when to keep his tongue held to boot; he watched Courcy's blue eyes hop between Tilly and the fire, and perhaps most uncomfortably, himself on occasion.
The Ex-Lord swallowed hard and quietly scratched at an itch on his temple, looking up to Tilly again, before settling back on Courcy; keeping track of the conversation by looking to the respective members. Albeit, he found it hard to not let himself linger on Tilly's rather inspiring speechsome self.
He waited patiently yet.
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Post by black379 on Feb 5, 2018 12:49:08 GMT -8
"Ugghh..." Courcy began to slouch down the tree. She hid her eyes with her palms, smudging away welling tears. "I don't have time. I could just as easily die tomorrow as the next."
The hellion sniffled as she slid to the ground and hugged her knees to her chest to conceal her face. "Don't you get it? I had someone. And he was murdered."
She raised her head long enough to give Blood a spiteful stare, which softened as she looked to Tilly. "You have to get that..."
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