Anatolius
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Appearance: On the border of youth and middle age, blond-brown hair at points starts greying (giving it a look of a more solid blond) and wrinkles form from stress and too much sun on an otherwise young face.
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 22:01:35 GMT -5
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Post by Anatolius on Mar 13, 2024 15:38:29 GMT -5
"You're back." Anatolius said this with some relief. They'd lost each other enough times that even momentary separation was enough to give him anxiety. He came over to her right away, embracing gently for a moment.
"Of course, I understand, completely." he replied when Faisine said she did not want to be surrounded by people. He didn't quite feel the same, but it was very clear why his beloved did when she had gone through what she had, and he wasn't about to go forcing her to suffer so. "That could be good, yes. At least it would take some of my worry away. I was going to suggest something too." He fidgeted a little bit, uncertain how to phrase his plan. "Well, its not exactly the most chivalrous of duties, and not something I ever envisioned myself doing. But!" he paused, looking brightly at his newlywed. "I could go and learn some of this stuff myself." he coughed a little, showing some slight discomfort. "If that is alright with you. I damn well hope I don't have to use it, but at least I can be there." he sat beside Faisine, clenching and unclenching his fists on hands extended before the fire.
"Its about control, my love. Not of you." he added hurriedly. "But of life as a whole, you see. If something were to go wrong and I couldn't intervene, and there wasn't somebody who could help, the thought terrifies me. That I didn't have the power to make things go right, or perhaps even worse I did have the power but didn't use it. I want to be protected from chaos, the things out of my control, the vicious wiles of nature that might give you complications. What if Mo... that woman you mentioned gets sick or is off somewhere else or Heavens forbid passes away before then? Just as a precaution."
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Mar 14, 2024 1:17:22 GMT -5
Her expression softened. "My dear, sweet husband..." She moved to hug him. "While I love that you care so much, you are already spread thin at the moment. While I was looking forward to helping you build, perhaps it is better to get some of the more capable to help you build. It would help to ease the load on your shoulders." She paused and frowned over his shoulder with a thoughtful gaze. She looked into silence and then said, "And perhaps I could get help from the folks in town to help with the rest of the storm aftermath and get our kitchen garden started... Everything will be alright. I can handle a few people, not a whole crowd."
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Anatolius
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Appearance: On the border of youth and middle age, blond-brown hair at points starts greying (giving it a look of a more solid blond) and wrinkles form from stress and too much sun on an otherwise young face.
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 22:01:35 GMT -5
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Post by Anatolius on Mar 17, 2024 17:04:55 GMT -5
He reciprocated the embrace, but it didn't do very much to undo his strain. "Dearest, you just said you didn't want people around. Don't take things easy on me. I'm not going to have people here if you don't want them. I can wait on having a house. What I can't wait on is guaranteeing the security of my unborn progeny. I can do everything. Just give me time, and the knowledge that I can make sure everything will turn out alright. I can work day and night, although that might not leave me much time with you."
A sigh. "Which I do not want, and I doubt you do either. But it is better than the other options. But it would just be some months, and then we would have a home, a child, everything."
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Mar 17, 2024 17:42:41 GMT -5
She smiled and seemed to relax at his words. "I have survived a great deal more frightening than I can fathom but... Even as I knew it was a possibility of it being quick, I am scared too, my love." She pulled away only enough to cup his face between her hands, looking into his eyes to say, "But you have calmed some of my fears just by holding me at night. I am not a tea cup, either, like I was once referred to when my father realized how spoiled I was by his gifts from home. I was once above all of what I want to achieve now. I cannot let all the fear rule my life even as I have no control over when I relive the Goraian war horrors. I have tried to silence the cries of the mistreated and the dying, and the explosion sounds but it only makes it worse. I don't want the world to see me in that state either... Not even you, but I trust you with my life as I gave you my heart. Anatolius... I just want to be with you, you are my peace."
She then rested her forehead against his, "I will help as much as I can while I can and I promise you I would never endanger our babe if I can help it. I will rest if my body says to, I will listen to it and rest the moment something feels off . I will come to you and ask for what I need. And I don't want you to do too much either. You are one person."
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Anatolius
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Appearance: On the border of youth and middle age, blond-brown hair at points starts greying (giving it a look of a more solid blond) and wrinkles form from stress and too much sun on an otherwise young face.
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 22:01:35 GMT -5
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Post by Anatolius on Mar 19, 2024 22:24:17 GMT -5
Anatolius let his face be cupped, his own hand moving her wrist as she did so to give it a small kiss. "I understand. We both are, we all are. The world's given us too much trouble to think its going to give up, just because we're in a new one." His rough hewn features softened a little as Faisine said he calmed her fears, kissing her hand once more. "Of course. You're not porcelain, not furniture to be scared to break. But that's the thing. You can always get a new teacup beloved. I can't get another new you. I can't get a new Maximillian if its a boy, or Leonie if its a girl."
He cradled her head as it rested upon him, stroking her hair. "You know, dearest, at some point, one of us is going to have to give in and let the other one win this competition of who's going to sacrifice more for the other. I'd rather it not be me, I don't like to lose." he said in jest.
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Mar 22, 2024 12:36:07 GMT -5
"No, you cannot get the same child, perhaps, but there would be others if things worked out. My people have no trouble bearing children, I am part nymph after all, we are fertile creatures." She smiled and then gave a yawn, "And as far as the name for a girl, I want to name her after my mother, and while there is a chance for a boy, we tend to have girls in our culture and the men are from other cultures." She then moved to the tent, looking back over at him over her shoulder.
She smiled and then grabbed her citole, kept inside the tent in case of the weather, but she moved to sit down and started playing. She had no more energy for planning a garden at the moment, and though there was enough time in the day to plan out the layout of their home, she hoped he wouldn't be in too much of a hurry because she thought he needed to relax. She smiled as she plucked idly, but would not make him stay if he needed to get work done.
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Anatolius
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Appearance: On the border of youth and middle age, blond-brown hair at points starts greying (giving it a look of a more solid blond) and wrinkles form from stress and too much sun on an otherwise young face.
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 22:01:35 GMT -5
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Post by Anatolius on Mar 25, 2024 15:10:36 GMT -5
The man chuckled a little. "My, you sound almost reluctant there my dear." he said in response to the statement that Faisine could bear a lot more than one. "But, let's not get ahead of ourselves when I am still terrified of the possibilities of what might go wrong with this one. When our first babe is all healthy and warm we'll think about the next five or six." As she left his embrace he looked after her, gazing on what luck he had to be with this woman for the rest of his life. "You say that." he began to answer her statement about what their child might be, grinning. "But I'm different. Might even be a son every time." He sniffed the air amidst a pause. "Well, alright. Your ma's name is fine by me for the first one."
He watched her go and get her instrument, enjoying her playing. But, he couldn't rest now. He still had much on his mind, and it seemed to him the situation wasn't entirely resolved. He'd wait for her to finish a particular piece or come upon some other break to speak again. "So... should I go and speak with the rest of your people to have someone stick nearby?"
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Mar 25, 2024 20:42:26 GMT -5
"Oh, reluctant to let you go, my darling," she came back with that quip, then moved to set the stringed instrument back into the tent before sitting at his feet and leaning back, poking at the fire with a long stick before noticing a few lightening bugs and realizing dusk was setting in. She then tilted her head back to gaze up at his face.
"Moir will come on her own any day. She has a way of knowing things like her people being with child." She gave a stretch and then closed her eyes. Goodness but the babe was already sapping her of wakefulness while simultaneously causing her to feel like she wanted something to eat that wasn't there to eat. "It seems I need to dig up some wild onions for pickling."
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Anatolius
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Appearance: On the border of youth and middle age, blond-brown hair at points starts greying (giving it a look of a more solid blond) and wrinkles form from stress and too much sun on an otherwise young face.
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 22:01:35 GMT -5
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Post by Anatolius on Mar 31, 2024 0:06:38 GMT -5
Anatolius laughed a little at her reply, moving over to kiss her forehead and stroke her hair once more. "You won't have to. Ever. And I won't let go either." Quite understandably, the two of them still had fears of separation. Thus, even when joking about being apart, Anatolius felt it was still prudent to reiterate that he would put all his efforts to stay by his wife's side.
Still, a sigh came from him. "Yes, you told me beloved. But, that just isn't enough for me. Like I said, what if she gets sick? What if by some misfortune she passes away? Or I don't know, just some freak snow storm gets in the way? One in a million chances have a habit of always happening. When Faisine spoke of going for onions, he waved her away. "I can do that, if you are worn out. Whatever you have done before I can do. Of course my tolerance for what is good to eat is a little bit different but I'll just have the aged or too young ones myself."
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Apr 1, 2024 20:49:55 GMT -5
"My love, she is an old woman. There are many others in need of her knowledge that are not in a position to take care of themselves. If it is dire enough to need attention sooner, rather than later, then yes, I will have you gather her with haste. Until then, we need to stay calm. I love that you are worried but it's best to focus on the joy on the occasion. This is something I think I've longed for since I was a child, but I had some time to grow first."
She gave a smile and pulled him down for a soft kiss if he allowed, and she would then pad toward the tent and smile over her shoulder at him, shedding things like her water skin and the trappings of a healer, and then her outer layer of clothes.
She climbed into bed. Regardless of his next choices, she fell into a deep sleep as she didn't have much of a choice.
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Anatolius
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Appearance: On the border of youth and middle age, blond-brown hair at points starts greying (giving it a look of a more solid blond) and wrinkles form from stress and too much sun on an otherwise young face.
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 22:01:35 GMT -5
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Post by Anatolius on Apr 18, 2024 7:58:24 GMT -5
Anatolius gave Faisine a sideways look. “You know, you telling me she is old isn’t exactly increasing my faith that she’ll be around to do this.” He wasn’t calmed, but he relented. There was no point turning this into a fight. “You’re right, as always. I’ll do my best to focus on what will go right, not what might go wrong.” he hoped that at least this would be enough to make Faisine relax. She seemed upset at his own concern, and he didn’t want her distressed in any way.
He reciprocated the kiss, though he watched her still heavy in heart as she went to bed. As she began to get ready for sleep he called out “I will go for a walk, clear my head a little too.” and unless objected to, would arise and head away, his mind full of thought.
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