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Post by Kendrick Deveroix on Jul 20, 2010 9:02:25 GMT -5
Normally I avoided the Palace District, for all its snotty nosed nobles, their stuffy ideals and carriage... Their very manner of speak was enough to put a hitch in my shoulders when I wanted to drink, but something led me to the Lord and Lady Inn this night. The darkness crept into me again, seeping in through my pores, infecting me with sour outlooks and horrid tempers, prone to outbursts that once again had my staff stepping lightly around me. I wasn't just looking for trouble - I needed it, craved it, and for something more than just another scar across my face.
I was forced to deliver my name upon entrance, and show proof by way of the crest upon my carriage before I was admitted, something that, if nothing else, set my mood for the course of the evening. My brows furrowed into puckered knots as I brushed past the servant who had doubted my right to be here, ignoring his flowery apologies in favor of the hard liquor behind the bar.
"I'm very sorry my Lord, he's new, and he..." the barkeep was saying as I took my seat, and a level look shut that line of speak up. "Here, take the first round on the house; my Lord surely deserves that much, if not more, surely, why he..."
"Brandy, if you would." If nothing else, I hated idiots that flapped their jaws to boost others egos, even if I knew why he did it. Once the glass was securely in my hand, I set to the pleasurable task of emptying it, savoring the flavor and looking through the liquid by way of lamplight. The night was young still; I had plenty of time to ruin someones night.
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Prince Delaunay de la Courcel
Royal
His Royal Highness the Duc de Montespan, Prince of the Blood; House Courcel and Montespan *Voted Member of Worst Character Dynamic 2010*
Son of Prince Imriel de la Courcel & Laurette de Montespan.
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Post by Prince Delaunay de la Courcel on Jul 21, 2010 14:52:33 GMT -5
I entered into the Lord and Lady Inn, seeking a warm drink on the cold evening. I would have wanted to be spending the evening with Azabel, but as things were still on a uneven keel, I didn't want to press things. Instead I found I needed to be out of the house, and instead of getting in trouble I headed to a place where I'd be safe.
I sat down at the bar with a few other patrons and ordered their specialty ale then began to drink it down. There was a man next to me drinking brandy and I flashed a quick smile before going back to my drink.
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Post by Kendrick Deveroix on Jul 21, 2010 22:44:55 GMT -5
The other patrons didn't hold any interest; there were no bar wenches that I could swipe a fondle to and pacify any anger with a few coins, no woman sitting alone for me to corner and coerce into letting me pin her against a wall outside and make her squeal my name. No, this place was utterly and wholly boring.
A man sat nearby me; his clothing suggested money by the cut and cloth alone, and I felt a smirk hitch at my lips before I buried my mouth in my brandy glass again, then, as I set the glass down, I looked over at him.
"Lovely night, isn't it?" I asked, casual conversation, then returned my gaze to my brandy once more, swirling it in my glass. "Too bad there isn't any women in here to liven this place up. Kendrick Deveroix," I offered suddenly, my eloquence dead the moment Falla had died years ago.
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Prince Delaunay de la Courcel
Royal
His Royal Highness the Duc de Montespan, Prince of the Blood; House Courcel and Montespan *Voted Member of Worst Character Dynamic 2010*
Son of Prince Imriel de la Courcel & Laurette de Montespan.
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Post by Prince Delaunay de la Courcel on Jul 22, 2010 20:52:50 GMT -5
I sipped my ale before a voice came from the man sitting next to me, I turned and gave him a smile though his comment seemed a bit lewd. "I suppose." I said turning to him a little. "Delaunay... " I trailed off, unsure if I should give my full name. "Delaunay de la Courcel." I had considered it and decided against it. There was nothing to hide in my name and I was in a safe establishment. There were certain times I was careful with my name, but I didn't think this time had to be one of them.
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Post by Kendrick Deveroix on Jul 28, 2010 23:41:40 GMT -5
De la Courcel. That was all I needed to hear, and for a moment I didn't know whether I wanted to laugh or scowl and leave. Well, it was trouble I'd wanted, wasn't it? In the end, I merely looked away from him and to my drink again, nursing it with a long, slow swig as if I were savoring the flavor and burn alike, though I was thinking, sorting out the things I'd heard about him in my mind.
"Prince Delaunay," I said, as if I'd only just heard his name for the first time the other day. Lifting my glass, I looked at the liquid through the stout walls, studying it, turning it slightly as I spoke. "You just wed and divorced Princess Azabel, didn't you? Shame for you on that. I've seen her at the Palace a few times myself, and I have to say, her rear is as nice to look at as her.. front."
There, let him chew on that. He'd either be pissed, or he'd agree; either way, I was set to babble on about this Azabel. I sure as hell wouldn't mind burying my prick in her once or twice, that was sure.
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Prince Delaunay de la Courcel
Royal
His Royal Highness the Duc de Montespan, Prince of the Blood; House Courcel and Montespan *Voted Member of Worst Character Dynamic 2010*
Son of Prince Imriel de la Courcel & Laurette de Montespan.
Posts: 2,360
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Post by Prince Delaunay de la Courcel on Jul 29, 2010 0:35:56 GMT -5
I grit my teeth immediately against his words, my eyes narrowing for a moment before I looked at him. He looked like he was just waiting for trouble to come and punch him in the face. "I politely request you not speak of her that way." I said softly, controlling my voice as best I could before I looked forward again and took a sip of my ale.
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Post by Kendrick Deveroix on Aug 16, 2010 22:32:29 GMT -5
I snorted at his answer; his back was already up like a banty rooster sizing up an opponent. I half expected him to ruffle his feathers, cock his head to the side and stare at me with one beady little eye.
...Banty roosters were mean bastards, come to think of it.
A frown crossed my forehead at the thought, and as soon as I'd had it I shrugged it off. The opium I'd smoked before coming here tonight helped with that, giving my mind a nice glaze in which to slide everything away.
"Speak of her how, good sir?" I queried as I leaned back, one hand on my stout brandy glass, fingering the side of it subconsciously. "As I recall, you no longer have claim to her, do you not? Mayhap I'll have to arrange a little.. meet with her. A little bump in a hallway, something that would allow me to accidentally brush her hip, her rear, her breast..."
I hesitated; not long enough for him to cut in, but enough I hoped that he'd catch well onto that mental image. "And I'd apologize for my clumsiness of course. A pretty woman. No doubt lonely," I mused, picking up my glass and looking it over as if I half forgot he was there. "Oh, I could fill those lonely nights for her.. make her squeal and scream in ways her other lovers hadn't ever been able to. Except you, I'm sure," I added dryly, rolling my eyes to look at him with obvious sarcasm.
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Prince Delaunay de la Courcel
Royal
His Royal Highness the Duc de Montespan, Prince of the Blood; House Courcel and Montespan *Voted Member of Worst Character Dynamic 2010*
Son of Prince Imriel de la Courcel & Laurette de Montespan.
Posts: 2,360
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Post by Prince Delaunay de la Courcel on Aug 24, 2010 21:52:59 GMT -5
I grit my teeth even harder, nawing down on a piece of my cheek caught between them, as he spoke. I felt my heart race harder and faster, anger flaring through me; he was right to a degree, I had no claim on her, but it wasn't as though I'd let him stand there and speak like that.
"The Princess Azabel has more taste then that," I said as calmly as I could, raising my glass to my lips to take a sip. "She's a hell of a lot smarter then that, I doubt she'd allow you within ten feet of her." I didn't even look in his direction, I couldn't, I knew if I did I'd loose composure and hit the bastard.
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Post by Kendrick Deveroix on Aug 25, 2010 12:12:21 GMT -5
The smile I gave him was condescending enough that I could have gotten in trouble for that alone, but if I care about that, I wouldn't be pushing him the way I was. No - his reaction was far, far more amusing than playing nice. For all his voice appeared to be calm, I could see the tenseness in his form, the way he point blank refused to look at me.
"Oh, I don't know about that from the rumors I've heard about her," I said smoothly. "I could always add a few rumors to my own once I've pegged her, another notch in my belt. But since you're obviously no longer attached or interested in her, perhaps you could give me a few pointers on what she likes.. Hair pulled? Little kisses and sucks to sweet skin of her neck? How she likes her breasts fondled, if she would rather I tease her with my phallus, or just plunge it in her straight off..."
I mused, though the mental images were starting to make my phallus stir in my breeches, something I hadn't anticipated. "Or, I suppose I could go for the Princess Phreya as well.. Rumor has it that you two have been... close, to put it delicately. Imagine, being caught between Azabel and Phreya both. Mmm... what man wouldn't like to taste that fire and sugar together?"
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Prince Delaunay de la Courcel
Royal
His Royal Highness the Duc de Montespan, Prince of the Blood; House Courcel and Montespan *Voted Member of Worst Character Dynamic 2010*
Son of Prince Imriel de la Courcel & Laurette de Montespan.
Posts: 2,360
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Post by Prince Delaunay de la Courcel on Aug 26, 2010 16:15:57 GMT -5
That did it, it was bad enough he was talking about Azabel that way, the woman I loved, but to bring my sister into it?! I had to draw the line some where, too bad I couldn't come to that conclusion before I realized that I was going to hit him.
Before I could really think my right fist tightened into a ball and I released my ale, my body already twisting as I used the momentum and my own strength to give him a right hook across the left jaw. My fist connected, hard enough so that I watched his head snap to the right. But even before he had recovered I was on my feet and moving toward him, my right hand pulling back onto to then reach forward to grasp his shirt. This time it was my left arm the came forward for two quick jabs, hitting on the other side of the jaw, my right hand releasing his shirt to stumble back. I didn't say anything, I wasn't sure anything I could say would change anything, but I stood waiting for a brief moment, my fists raised in wait for his return attack.
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