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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Jan 21, 2008 13:13:33 GMT -5
"We are in agreement there," I replied, thinking of how I had resented Idaeus when he had crashed the private moment Mala and I were having at the coronation. If I was ever to share, the circumstances would have to be fairly unusual.
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on Jan 21, 2008 13:19:27 GMT -5
There was a bit of bitterness in his reply, but I didn’t pry. I took a swig of ale, and shook my head. “Asherat protect me from it,” I whispered in my Father’s tongue. Her prophecy had come true, and I knew that went I went home, I would have to go to the Temple and pay my respects. I hoped she and her son Elua would give me a respite. Both Mirielle and I needed it greatly.
“Ah, sharing,” I shrugged. “I agreed not to be monogamous, you know,” I added at length. Now, I almost regretted it.
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Jan 21, 2008 18:30:32 GMT -5
"And how's that working for you?" I asked, leaning back in my chair and stretching my legs out.
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on Jan 21, 2008 19:05:34 GMT -5
I gave him a frown, though it was at the idea, and not at him persay – for some reason, I didn’t feel the need to pull up my diplomatic façade in his presence, and by many ways, it was a blessing. “I don’t know. But I have second thoughts,” I told him truthfully. “I….” I sighed, “I agreed to it because she wanted it, and I would never presume to cage her up. But the thought of her in bed with another…” my fist clenched, unwitting. I took a deep breath, and released it, almost disappointed thee demon hadn’t showed up. Unfortunately, that was all me. “Let’s just say it makes my blood boil. I’d rather not know, if you ask me.” As long as it’s me she comes home to.
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Jan 22, 2008 1:52:45 GMT -5
I shook my head. "You have my sympathies my friend. Seems us one-woman men don't have it all easy. You'd think it'd be simpler." The server came by and I ordered us another round, though it was the last for me. I had a feeling Mala had plans for me when I got home (really, when didn't she?) and I didn't want to return inebriated.
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on Jan 22, 2008 2:45:43 GMT -5
“You’re telling me,” I replied with a shake of the head. He’d said something, though… I laughed. “And to think this all started because we thought we had in common the issue of too many women…” I took a swig of ale, and commented, “Oh, the irony…”
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Jan 22, 2008 11:38:53 GMT -5
I laughed. "Ironic indeed. So how long are you planning on giving her?"
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on Jan 22, 2008 22:16:08 GMT -5
“I haven’t reflected on it,” I replied with a nod. “There were…” I paused, looking for a way to phrase it. “There were natural obstacles to it until recently. I think it’s too early for me to consider giving her an ultimatum, though if my patience wears thin, I will think about it.” I tilted my head to the side inquisitively. “Why is that? Have you done so yourself?”
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Jan 23, 2008 16:21:52 GMT -5
I shook my head as our drinks arrived, and I waited for the lad to depart before I answered. "I was just interested on your thoughts on the matter. I don't often run into anyone in a similar situation." And too, I wasn't going to upset the balance Mala and I had, not if I couldn't help it.
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on Jan 23, 2008 23:22:22 GMT -5
“I understand. I guess for now…” I shrugged, “It’s too early for me to act in such a fashion. She hasn’t treated me poorly – rather, she’s been the most patient and generous woman one could dream for. I only want what is best for her, and only she knows what that is.”
I took a drink, and added, bowing my head to the table in worry, “But gods, if it’s not me, may the gods have mercy on my soul.” Truth be, worry was eating at me. In the euphoria of my deliverance, I hadn’t dwelled on them, but there were signs.
She hadn’t retaliated when I’d told her I loved her.
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Jan 23, 2008 23:32:18 GMT -5
I reached over and clapped him on the shoulder. "It'll work out, just you wait. You'll probably be married sooner than I." I told him with an encouraging grin.
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on Jan 24, 2008 19:58:23 GMT -5
I sighed, and gave him a wan smile. “Thank you mate,” I replied with a brave grin. “Though it sounds like you have quite a few steps on me.”
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Jan 24, 2008 22:05:36 GMT -5
"Yes, but I have a balancing act in my future. Especially since my intended informed me the other day that she wished to speak with my former patron. So while that blows up in my face," I told him cheerfully, "Your lady will come to her senses."
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on Jan 24, 2008 22:51:25 GMT -5
My eyebrows lifted, and my budding concern for myself was replaced by one of understanding. “Elua, here’s hoping no blood will be shed,” I said. And then it hit me that was something my father would have said, and I sighed. This was Terre d’Ange, not La Serenissima. My mother’s people. “So your intended knows about your paternity, then?”
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Jan 24, 2008 23:05:48 GMT -5
"Amen," I murmured. Oh, if only he knew how I prayed for no bloodshed. Things were calmer now, but...
"Aye. I felt I had to tell her about the contract when she asked me to leave Valerian, as S... As my patron didn't know the results of our time together."
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on Jan 24, 2008 23:11:08 GMT -5
His body language told a world of anguish, and I patted his back awkwardly, deciding soone rather than later to keep my hands to myself. I never was very demonstrative towards men. I noted his lapsus, something to think on later. Perhaps there was something there, and maybe not. One way or the other, it wasn't the moment to reflect on it.
"I see. And I take it the two women don't like to share, is that so?" I asked with a wry smile.
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Jan 24, 2008 23:31:24 GMT -5
I laughed, matching his wry words. "No, not so you'd notice. But I'll coax them into yet."
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on Jan 24, 2008 23:44:30 GMT -5
"Is that so?" I asked, smiling amusedly. "I wonder how you intend to do so. Is there any tip you'd like to share with me?" Elua, I wondered how one who had trouble sharing could coax others into it. That... yes, that, indeed, took a great deal of talent.
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Jan 25, 2008 1:03:57 GMT -5
"I spent twelve years in the Night Court. You pick things up along the way," I told him with a smile. "As for my women, it will take a lot of patience to see this through. Patience, understanding, and a bunch of love."
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on Jan 25, 2008 10:11:40 GMT -5
“Well I wish you luck, and all of that as well,” I said as I lifted my mug. “To patience, Christophe, and to the women we love.”
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Jan 25, 2008 11:57:47 GMT -5
"To love," I repeated and drank. That was a toast I could always go for. "Good luck to you as well. Seems we both need it."
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on Jan 25, 2008 12:23:27 GMT -5
“Yes, to love,” I replied with a smile. “May it lift us, and not break us.” I paused a moment and enjoyed the companionable silence men offer each other so naturally. “So will you be attending the Hunt Fete, then?” I asked after a while, genuinely curious.
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Jan 25, 2008 13:13:22 GMT -5
"I don't think so," I replied. "There is a family gathering a couple of days before, and I think that will cover our feting needs for the week."
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on Jan 25, 2008 13:18:05 GMT -5
"Oh, is that so?" I asked with a curious grin. "Good that you get to be in touch with family," I noted without guile. "I'm very close to my own as well."
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Jan 25, 2008 13:45:01 GMT -5
"Ah, I should probably specify. It involves her side of the family." I replied, taking another drink.
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on Jan 25, 2008 13:47:08 GMT -5
“The in-laws, huh?” I asked with a teasing grin. That set me to think of my own potential in-laws. Or in-law. Right. He wasn’t even related to her, though she’d made it clear he mattered. August. I didn’t hate him, but good gods, he unsettled me – mostly because I didn’t think he liked me very much.
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Jan 25, 2008 13:54:19 GMT -5
"Aye, the in-laws. An entire room filled with in-laws." I told him with a martyred expression. "I hope I can make it out the other end unscathed."
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on Jan 25, 2008 13:59:26 GMT -5
I laughed. “Amen to that,” I said. “I’d drink to surviving the in-law’s ire any day.” I gave him a wry grin. “How bad are yours?”
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Jan 25, 2008 14:10:05 GMT -5
"I have former patrons among them," I said with wry smile. "We'll see how it goes."
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on Jan 25, 2008 14:14:48 GMT -5
I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Well that will be definitely interesting,” I replied. “Interesting enough to warrant another drink when it’s done, and a full account, if you don’t mind,” I added, very amused. That was pure schadenfreude on my part - at least, sleeping with August wasn't on my record. Not that I favored men, anyway.
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