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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Aug 1, 2010 15:44:12 GMT -5
"Oh, I adore the summertime marketplace," I smiled to him as he stepped closer to me. My body angled with his, and as we began making our way out of the store, my gaze went from the floor before me to his face. "There's something so.. intoxicating, really, about shopping from stalls. Feeling the fabric, seeing the people who made it. It's lovely," I added, my smile broadening as we reached the front doors.
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Aug 1, 2010 16:08:53 GMT -5
I nodded though I never really thought about it in that way before. I just liked the idea of shopping outside better. "For me, well I just like being able to see the sky at all times. I would always rather be outdoors. They say shelter is a necessity. I disagree, to an extent."
We walked out of the store and back onto the open street. The sun was going down and I smiled for a moment at the colors it created in the sky. "I think it was a little bit foolish to build walls to hide all this."
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Aug 25, 2010 15:25:44 GMT -5
"You disagree?" I looked at him in surprise as we exited onto the street again, though amusement was filtering across my features as I took in the side view of his face. "I'm not sure.. without walls, how could you keep out disease and natures furies? I love picnicking, but I'm not sure if I'd enjoy eating all my meals in the sun, rain, wind or snow, which ever happens to be going on at the time. Mayhap I'm not tough enough," I added, knowing full well it was true.
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Aug 25, 2010 15:34:43 GMT -5
I nodded. "Well that's just it, you simply become strong enough. Of course there are reasons for shelter like you said: the cold and snow, the intense heat. But I believe we over fortify ourselves needlessly. However in over protection there does arise a delicate beauty in those protected. Perhaps then, it is for some to protect and for others to be protected?" I looked at her and smiled. "That must've sounded horribly contradictory," I added with a chuckle. "I tend to do that, begin a thought and then alter it in mid conversation." It was one of my flaws.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Aug 25, 2010 15:45:35 GMT -5
I shook my head immediately, smiling warmly at Guy as I did so. "Not at all - in truth I found your insight most refreshing. Some, like myself, need shelters to survive, or face perishing without. Others, such as yourself, are strong in the elements, and protect those who need it because you have the ability to. Or, mayhap the inborn drive. I'm not sure if that's right though.. that's not something I can answer, not being a protector myself."
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Aug 25, 2010 16:03:33 GMT -5
I nodded again. I appreciated the fact she wasn't bored with my philosophizing. "That's exactly it." I smiled brightly. "Well it appears you've finally encountered one of my mini speeches." We turned a corner and I found myself lost, not that I'd admit it though. "May I walk you home, or wherever it is you need to get to?" I wanted to spend as much time as possible with her, so quickly had I come to enjoy her company.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Aug 25, 2010 16:14:43 GMT -5
I laughed in appreciation of his fabled miniature speech as we turned a corner, continuing our walk as we moved.
"That would be lovely, thank you," I answered, smiling warmly at him before glancing around us. "I live in the West Borough, so this way."
I didn't lead him in any direction, but simply gestured, letting him take the lead as he would. "Mayhap one day you'll hear a small rant from me, one to rival yours," I added as we walked, jesting.
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Aug 25, 2010 16:21:10 GMT -5
I grinned and began to walk in the direction that she gestured, keeping close to her side and my arm in hers. "Perhaps I will, though hopefully not directed against me." I chuckled though in all seriousness I would never want to have her mad at me.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Aug 25, 2010 16:25:01 GMT -5
I laughed softly as he led, bringing my free hand up to lay upon his arm as we walked. "I hope not as well.. I never was very good at arguing with others," I said with a grin. "I fear you'd win without much fight from me."
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Aug 25, 2010 16:31:07 GMT -5
I shrugged with a smirk. "I really wouldn't want to try." I looked down to the hand on my arm and smiled. It was nice to feel a tender touch. "How far is the walk to where you stay?" I asked, hoping it was quite far.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Aug 25, 2010 16:41:26 GMT -5
He didn't seem to mind my touch upon his arm, and inwardly I was pleased, leaving my hand where it lay. To any outsider mayhap we looked like a couple just starting out with a family, what with my swollen stomach, a thought that nearly made me misstep.
"It's a fair distance.. I might need to rest once or twice," I added, unable to help the blush that came. Walking felt nice, but it didn't take much anymore to tire me out. "If there's somewhere you need to be, I would understand if you couldn't accompany me the entire way. I don't want to keep you from any previous engagements."
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Aug 25, 2010 16:55:15 GMT -5
For some reason the thought of her being pregnant was simply a fact and I considered it little. It was her, not her condition that I enjoyed so much. When she mentioned the need to rest, I nodded. "O no, I'm absolutely free. And even if I were not I would set them aside."
That sounded wrong, I could tell. I didn't want her to think I was flirting, or sending the wrong signals. "I mean, this is such a nice night, and spending it with a wonderful person is really more important than boring matters of state that would be there tomorrow, if I had any to take care of."
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Aug 25, 2010 17:05:24 GMT -5
Glancing up to, I gave his arm a soft squeeze, hoping he knew how much I meant what I was about to say. "That's very kind of you, Guy... a true gentleman, I can see."
Turning my gaze out to watch where I was walking again, I pressed my head against his upper arm before straightening, not thinking much on what he said nor how I acted. "It's.. easy to talk to you. I can't begin to tell you how much I appreciate it."
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Aug 25, 2010 17:15:30 GMT -5
When her head rested against my arm I felt both nervous and peaceful at the same time. It seems so contradictory but I know everyone has felt it. Her words were the thing that comforted me and peace one out, saturating my whole body. "Thank you... Can I tell you that I feel that same, like you don't care what I say, but you seem to care deeply about what I say. It's an important difference. And it's not like my soldiers, how they cling to my every word because their life depends on it. You do just because of who you are."
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Aug 25, 2010 17:51:53 GMT -5
My step slowed slightly with his words, and I looked back up to him, taking him serious and not laughing him off. "I do care," I replied after a moment, giving him a soft smile. "I cannot imagine what it must be like to have others under you, depending upon you for their lives... But I enjoy our time together. Hopefully we can repeat it again sometime," I added, honestly hoping we could. For a second time I laid my head upon his arm as we walked, but rather than picking it up right away, I remained like that for a good dozen paces, comfortable and feeling quite secure at Guys' side.
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Aug 25, 2010 21:04:26 GMT -5
I nodded. "I would really like that." It was true and not the typically casual way I would say that when I really didn't mean it. I couldn't wait to have another talk with Mirielle.
This time when she layed her head against me I pulled my arm out from her and instead wrapped it around her shoulder, pulling her in. I felt the urge to protect her and keep her safe from all pain and trouble, similar to how I felt for my troops, but yet very very different. "Just let me know when you need a rest."
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Aug 25, 2010 21:32:58 GMT -5
When Guys' arm wrapped around my shoulder, I felt.. Elua, I didn't know how to put it. Safe, surely. Comforted almost, secure, as if I knew anything that would come my way would have to go through him first. It was a good feeling, though almost a little frightening; I hadn't felt like that since August had died, and so much had changed since then that it felt like more than just half a year. I felt old most of the time, an age that had begun to wash away with Guy, with laughter, jests, good conversation. I stayed close to his side, a small smile on my mouth as we made our way down the snow-laden path. "I will," I promised warmly. "It's funny almost.. I'd thought the day was beautiful when you and I had first met, but somehow it seems even more so now, as if the clouds had rolled away, though there never was any. That probably doesn't make much sense," I added, realizing how silly I must sound.
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Aug 25, 2010 23:22:42 GMT -5
The snow on the side of the road, the moon in the sky, it all made everything so wonderful. The world seemed brighter when there was a person to share the moment with. Something I had never experienced before. I was so very glad for the company.
"You're right though. It's like life makes a bit more sense. Maybe it's just having a person there to talk things through with, someone who's fun and kind and all that, for me at least." I blushed slightly, not that one would notice in the moonlight.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Aug 26, 2010 12:28:16 GMT -5
I nodded a little; with my head against Guys shoulder still, it likely mussed my hair up some, but I wasn't worried for it. "It's as such for myself as well," I said, smiling softly as we made our way along. The pace was steady, but unhurried, something I could walk longer than if we were going faster. I was tired from the late hour, but not too badly thank Elua; I'd sleep well tonight. For a few moments we walked along in silence, hearing the distant sounds of carriages, the occasional shout of laughter dying as we began entering the West Borough. Trees dotted the streets, curving delicately, and I tugged my cloak around me a little more as we walked, trying not to shift very much under his arm to keep him from thinking I didn't want it there. "I cannot wait for spring," I said, a touch of amusement in my voice as I broke the silence at last.
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Aug 26, 2010 12:40:12 GMT -5
The silence was peaceful and in it my mind wandered thinking about how good this say was and bringing the hope that there would be more like it until I returned to my station, if I ever did that is. But I tried to push that out of mind and simply think on Mirielle and myself and the say and the fun and laughter we had shared.
When she spoke it was as if I was being prodded gently back into reality. I turned my head, smiling. "Why's that, other than the obvious fact that it will be warmer?"
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Aug 26, 2010 12:54:26 GMT -5
I laughed softly, glancing up at him as he looked down at me. "Mainly because it'll be warmer," I said, fighting off a shiver. "I'll have the babe then too.. but I miss the warmth of spring, the smell of the air, the songbirds returning... it's a beautiful time."
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Aug 26, 2010 13:06:41 GMT -5
I nodded and chuckled, glanced down at her pregnant waist. "Indeed. Plus in spring we could actually do things outdoors, plus you'll be freer to do more once the child is born, that is unless you tire of my company by then," I told her playfully.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Aug 26, 2010 16:15:36 GMT -5
It was the first time, I thought, that we'd vocally agreed to see each other again. I laughed again and subconsciously touched my stomach, tenderly caressing it as if the babe inside could feel it. "You mean like walks in the park, picnics, shopping for baby clothing?" I asked, teasing as we walked. "I don't think I'll tire of your company, your Grace... I already like to think of you as a friend."
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Aug 26, 2010 16:19:23 GMT -5
I laughed a little at first. "I wouldn't be opposed to it." It was true. I wouldn't mind, though I was sure I'd probably be a little awkward around the child.
She called me her friend and that touched me, bringing a warm smile to my face. "Nor I yours...And would like to call you my friend as well, Miri."
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Aug 27, 2010 9:21:47 GMT -5
"I hope you do," I responded, smiling up at his face before turning to look down towards the sidewalk again. Someone had taken the time to shovel through here, and I found my footing sure, though after walking so far I was beginning to become winded. There was a bench up ahead though, where we could sit for a moment. "I'm afraid at the rate we're walking it'll be dawn before you get home," I added with a laugh.
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Aug 27, 2010 14:39:48 GMT -5
I smiled and pulled her a little closer to reassure her. "It's alright. Want to take a break up there?" I asked, pointing at the bench just up ahead. I kinda wanted to sit down as well, more for the fact I was starting to get a little bit sleepy. "I think you know that I wouldn't mind talking to you all night, though your ears might get sore."
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Aug 30, 2010 21:12:54 GMT -5
"The bench looks lovely," I said, smiling in relief at him. We reached it in short order, and I looked up at him with a smile as I seated myself, then proceeded to settle my skirts around me. The nights air was chilly, but I was warm enough at the moment; thankfully being inside Guys arm had warded off any chill I might have taken.
"I'm fairly sure my ears could survive," I countered. "They're tougher than you think." My eyes took his face in in the cast of the moonlight; glinting off his features, I could see the strength of his form, and at least part of why his men must have respected him.
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Post by Guy de Mereliot (R) on Aug 31, 2010 13:05:46 GMT -5
I sat next to her, close, draping my coat over her to keep her warm. While she talked I turned my gaze upwards, to the sky and the stars, smiling a little, but mainly thinking about... Oh I don't even know.
When she finished I responded. "Good to know." I broke off from the heavens and turned to look at her.
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