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Post by Gadleon Shahrizai on May 19, 2010 5:50:24 GMT -5
Sarielle had asked me over to her place for a relaxing evening not to do anything more special than hang out. I had agreed and found that I was rather looking forward to it. The concept of just kicking back in an easy chair was rather foreign to me and my experiences and it was sounding more and more appealing.
I handed the buckskin off at the stable and made my way toward the house. At this point the help around the place did not pay an overt amount of attention to me and I did not bother to knock as I entered.
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Post by Sarielle Shahrizai on May 19, 2010 9:11:07 GMT -5
I had invited Gadleon over to spend the day with me, to relax and just be in one another's company. I had not made plans to leave the house, to go for dinner or carousing, and Naia was nowhere to be found, thankfully. After her little fete, which I had not shown up to, I could only imagine why. But I vowed I would not think on th e strained familial relationship, and focus on the two of us instead. The house was quiet, the help remained for teh most part out of sight. Cook had made some refreshments for the day, and would be there to make lunch and dinner as well. I did not dress in a gorgeous gown, nor anything racey, choosing to don a simple dark grey woolen dress that bared my shoulders and reached the floor in flowing folds. My hair hung loose and wavy about my shoulders and down my back, and my face was void of makeup. No khol darkened lashes, no rouged cheeks, just smooth alabastar skin and my light blue eyes. I was sitting in my study, up the stairs from teh front foyer, lazing with a book. I was happy. Truly happy. With where I was, who I was, and with who I was with. Thining of Gadleon and his arrival brought a soft smile to my lips, and the thought that I was growing soft crossed my mind, which made me smile brighter.
The sound of hoof prints stirred me from my revelry, and I knew Gadleon had arrived. I left my study and walked down the stairs in time to see him enter. I smiled at that, no knock, no regale with servants and announcements, just the way it should be. My steps were a little faster down teh stairs, now, though still light in my bare feet.
"Gadleon," I said with a soft smile, stepping before him. "I am glad to see you," I whispered before stepping on my toes to kiss both of his cheeks, and then place a fleeting brush of my lips against his own.
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Post by Gadleon Shahrizai on May 19, 2010 16:36:01 GMT -5
I of course heard her bare feet. Such matters are concerns of life and death for one such as me so I was not surprised when Sarielle approached. I smiled back and let my arms slip around her as we exchanged kisses of greeting. “I am glad to see you as well” was my simple reply.
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Post by Sarielle Shahrizai on May 20, 2010 9:00:06 GMT -5
I laughed softly as his arms twined about my waist. "Hmm yes, well I think I would me a might bit concerend if you felt otherwis." I pulled back just slightly to look into his face. "Cook has made some light morning refreshments, and tea, which I know is not really your thing," I said with a smile, "but would you like a bit of something anyways?"
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Post by Gadleon Shahrizai on May 21, 2010 12:35:24 GMT -5
I gave her a mock surprise look “what you did not prepare it with your own two little hands? And sure something to eat and drink would be just fine.”
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Post by Sarielle Shahrizai on May 23, 2010 7:16:10 GMT -5
I smiled up at him, my laugh came out softly. "Heaven forbid you should think I asked you to come here for the sole purpose of poisoning you, though," I murmured, removing myself from his grasp to stand before him, "I do recall me promising to cook you breakfast sometime," I murmured, raising a hand to my chin and glancing up as if trying to remember, before I dropped the facade and grinned, a little crookedly, "mayhap I am making you wait for that pleasure," I said before taking his hand in mine. My heart had sunk a bit losing his embrace, but I felt instantly better the moment I had our fingers intertwined. When he was around I craved his touch, even in the smallest way. I walked towards the dining room and pushed open the door. There were covered bowls and plates on the table with pastries, breads, cheeses, a nice assortment of brunch-like items to be nibbled on. There was also a white wine, a pitcher of water, and of course, whiskey, which made me laugh that cook had noted his love for stronger spirits.
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Post by Gadleon Shahrizai on May 24, 2010 8:56:11 GMT -5
We laced our fingers and I followed with her to the dining area. I smiled a bit as it was a rather odd quirk of our relations that I was probably the most domestic of the pair of us. Sarielle had servants and the like and always had. I was a younger son and since departing from home I had been left to my own devices so the choice had been to learn to cook and clean or starve and live in squalor. “Surely you would not poison me. Cooking is not terribly difficult and I find it to be rather intuitive.”
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Post by Sarielle Shahrizai on May 24, 2010 9:05:14 GMT -5
I laughed softly at his words, turning my gaze upon him. "Well I would surely not do it intentionally, and I suppose it is not that I cannot cook.... at all... I am capable just not... fancy," I said. It was something that I saw as a bit of a downfall in me, that I was not really capable of creating some sort of exquisite dish. I did strive for perfection in everything, and being a chef was something that alwys fell out of my reach. "Perhaps you could teach me and that way neither of us will be crying of stomach pains the next day."
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Post by Gadleon Shahrizai on May 26, 2010 9:35:57 GMT -5
I cleared my throat as I settled in and grinned a bit “yes, mayhap I can teach you to prepare something other than charcoal casserole.” I peeked at her in order to be ready to duck if need be “and it is not like I am a great chief myself.”
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Post by Sarielle Shahrizai on May 27, 2010 9:51:30 GMT -5
I eyed him in a manner that teased in saying "do not push your luck" as he joked about my cooking ability, or inability, rather. I smiled, an uneven grin on my lips. "Perhaps not," I murmured as I looked to the items on the table, taking up a plate to put some morsels on, "but I did quite enjoy the breakfast I had with you at your home," I said with a softer smile, casting a side long glance in his direction, lashes lowered. I remembered that night well, it was the night we had decided to do away with thie bachelor/bachelorette business, after Ana's fete.
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Post by Gadleon Shahrizai on Jun 1, 2010 9:22:34 GMT -5
“Thank you, I enjoyed it as well.” I ate a bit quietly and then added “perhaps it is good that you have always had servants. Those who have any training tend to be appalled by my bachelor tendencies to kinda toss things together and hope for the best. It might indeed be surprising that I have not poisoned myself yet.”
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Post by Sarielle Shahrizai on Jun 1, 2010 10:57:24 GMT -5
He began to ate and I took upa croissant, picking small pieces off of it and popping them into my mouth. "Thank the Gods for that! Or else I would not be able to be graced with your company as often as I would like," I teased, reaching across teh table to stroke his cheek gently before pulling it back. "But it must be lonely... living in a home by yourself. Even with servants here, with Naia gone ninety percent ocf the time, it gets a little tiresome. And as you know, fetes and a social life are things that I have only tried to pick up lately."
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Post by Gadleon Shahrizai on Jun 2, 2010 13:23:45 GMT -5
I chuckled a bit and tried to not spray food out of my nose as a very inappropriate thought occurred to me. But well I said it anyway as at the end of the day I am what I am “having put up Naia for a while as is family custom I might tend to tell you having her gone is a blessing.” After a few more bites I looked up at her “on a more serious note though it is a mixed blessing. I have times when I just want to be left alone and well that is easy to achieve when one lives alone. Of course there are other times I am just plain lonely. I suppose I am a moody sort at the end of the day.”
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Post by Sarielle Shahrizai on Jun 7, 2010 9:18:21 GMT -5
I laughed, covering my mouth as I did, shaking my head. "She can be quite the handful, and no doubt tempting," I said raising a brow. I trusted him, though, especially after what we had been through and discussed in terms of her. "And not moody, just human," I corrected. "If someone needed to be surrounded by people at all times then I am fairly sure they would be the ones with deep seated psychological issues," I mused. "But I do understand. Sometimes I wish to be alone, most of the times I have been left alone, so it is really all I know. but lately," I said, looking up at him warmly, "lately I have been finding it rather lonely in this house." My voice had grown a little soft, and I took a bite of my food. It was not that i was sad, just that it got tiresome not having a warm body wake up beside me, especially since knowing what it felt like to have one person consistently in my bed. I had been tossing around the idea of asking Gadleon whether he would want to move in... permanently.. with me. But I did not know how he would take it.
"Well, I had been thinking," I said outloud, taking a small bite of pastry, "what you might think of a certain idea I have had in my mind."
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Post by Gadleon Shahrizai on Jun 9, 2010 9:29:02 GMT -5
I like to think I am not horribly thick and I could tell she was working herself up to something. One did not have to have much imagination to figure out what. It was not something I had thought much on so I tossed it around the inside of my skull for a moment. Of course none of this meant I had any intention of letting Sarielle off the hook.
So I propped an elbow on the table and then my chin in my hand. I then gave her my most innocent and clueless look meeting her gaze earnestly “what idea is that?”
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Post by Sarielle Shahrizai on Jun 9, 2010 11:04:56 GMT -5
If i did not knwo him better I might have believed the look of innocence. But I could tell he knew where I was going, perhaps expected it, as he did not show any surprise. My lips curled into a playful smile, but I did not feel like mincing words on this topic. It was already a risky enough topic as it was.
"Well," I murmured as I looked at him, his head cradled in his hand as he looked up at me. I chuckled softly. "I was wondering if you... would like ot move in," I said in a rush of words, "I mean... you live alone, I practically live alone, we've been... well... you know and you work so it will not be like you will be here bored to tears all the time, and," I realised that I was validating, and I snapped my mouth shut, audibly, for a moment. "Will you move in?" I asked simply, my voice a touch softer.
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Post by Gadleon Shahrizai on Jun 9, 2010 11:30:01 GMT -5
I let her babble like a brook for a while and found it all terribly amusing in a cute sort of way. No wonder women were all too ready to play hard to get since it was kind of amusing to watch the other party squirm when you know all too well what they are about. I was finding I rather liked our little role reversal. But alas I had probably played this for all it was prudent to and so I smiled “I will” I blinked my eyes in a cat like fashion “but I will hang onto my place for a bit as well.” It was also prudent to not burn bridges even though I did not overtly give voice to those words.
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Post by Sarielle Shahrizai on Jun 9, 2010 12:05:06 GMT -5
He smiled, and agreed, and I smiled. My smile dixd not falter when he told me he would also keep his place. I assumed he would have anyways.Afterall, I was not asking him to marry me, just to move in, and it was the wise thing to do. But I was a tad surprised he had said yes at all, and not a pained sort of yes, or a joking sort of yes, or the sort of yes you get when you know someone really does not want to do what they have agreed to. It was genuine, and I smiled more brightly for it.
"Good," I said, "and that makes sense, keeping your old place. Us flighty women, never can tell when you might be out," I said with a wink, though the tease was obvious in my voice. "Will you need to bring over much?" I asked, picking up a tart and biting into it. For the moments that had passed before, I could not eat a thing, though it was short. I had been a bundle of nerves, which was no doubt evident, but he agreed, and now I was fine.
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Post by Gadleon Shahrizai on Jun 11, 2010 14:25:05 GMT -5
I shook my head mildly no "No, part and parcel of being single till now and living the nomadic life of a soldier is that I have few possessions." I grinned "a change of clothes and my blades and I am ready to go anyplace and not look back. Of course I do have the buckskin to tend and he takes up more space than me."
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Post by Sarielle Shahrizai on Jun 11, 2010 14:37:36 GMT -5
I smiled as he cared more for the accommodation of his horse than worrying about whether he would have to move large items here.
"There is plenty of space for him in the stable. It is not a large stable, but it wil be room enough. And the stable boy is fearless," I said, knowing full well about his horse, fiesty, like his owner. "We have enough space that we can even put an empty stall between him and the other horses if they fail to get along."
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Post by Gadleon Shahrizai on Jun 14, 2010 9:46:11 GMT -5
I bobbed my head “might be a good idea. We will also need to make sure he is well off on his own at feed time as he tends to fight over the trough.” There were indeed some days that I thought the beast was more trouble than he was worth.
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Post by Sarielle Shahrizai on Jun 14, 2010 10:52:20 GMT -5
I laughed softly, shaking my head. "Sounds moodier than most women, Gadleon," I teased. "But that won't be an issue. It is sa shame though, he is such a beautiful horse. My mare and he would have lovely foals. Although probably with more of a bitter temperament than even an ass," I laughed, wrinkling my nose.
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