Offline
Jul 22, 2013 15:15:56 GMT -5
Tag me @richarddecalys
|
|
Post by Richard de Calys on Aug 1, 2012 9:05:54 GMT -5
The lady in question seemed rather surprised to see him. That was nice, Richard liked to be surprising. And she had remembered him. Although their last encounter was hardly something remembered fondly, he would have been awfully put out if she'd forgotten him. But she hadn't, so all was well with the world. Well...all was well with his world. Apparantly, things were rather different in hers. He went up on his tip-toes, making the point to look past her at the young man who was asleep. Presumably, this was Lord Aubert...having said that, he liked to think he knew Caitrin well enough to know that might not necessarily be the case. She might style herself an Aubert now, but she was a de Archer through and through, and unfortunately, Richard had enough dealings with them to know exactly what that meant.
He stood normally again - although still on his rock, he'd become rather attached to the thing. "I do apologise. Shall I start again?" With a grin, he took another bow, "Ah my Lady Aubert. What a pleasant surprise." She turned her attention away from him in order to wake her husband, or, as it transpired, attempt to awake her husband. The man wasn't showing any signs of regaining consciousness. Richard could hardly blame him, it was probably the only way he managed to stay married to her. He jumped down from his rock and set his bag down on the floor before walking the few steps to the sleeping man and started nudging his leg with his foot. He didn't stir then either. Hmm. Oh well. Richard returned to the rock.
Was she already trying to wind him up? Obviously he was expecting some sort of comment about their last meeting, but it was the tone and the expression on her face that led him to believe she'd already started trying to annoy him. Well, it was nothing he couldn't ignore. And it certainly wouldn't be anything to match her niece. "If it had been any trouble, I wouldn't have bothered at all."
How much just Cait & Richard do you want? I can edit this post and put Griff waking up or have him do so after a few more posts. It's whatever you prefer.
|
|
Offline
Jul 31, 2013 11:44:21 GMT -5
Tag me @caitrin
|
|
Post by Caitrin de Archer on Aug 6, 2012 16:27:30 GMT -5
Caitrin let her gaze wander to Griff for a few moments, as he was still asleep. She was quite glad that it was only Richard here, and not anyone who would cause them harm. If it had been Morgana’s men who had come upon them, or whatever other thugs lay in these woods, then they would have already been robbed, kidnapped or killed. She knew Griff wasn’t a morning person, but she expected him to have a few more survival instincts than he was currently displaying. Obviously that had been too much to hope for. She frowned a little at the thought, Griff had his moments, but this was not one of them; she still had his cloak wrapped around her shoulders as well. Caitrin nudged her husband with the side of her leg softly. All she got was a little grunt from him before he turned over and remained silent.
It didn’t surprise Caitrin that Richard bowed again, in the short time of knowing him she knew he set a lot of store by appearances and adhered to them completely. She took a few moments to enjoy Richard addressing her by her proper title, and it occurred to her just how much had happened since their last meeting. She hadn’t even met Griff when Richard had kidnapped her from the tavern. It wasn’t a tale she visited often, but it amused her to think on it. She chuckled as Richard nudged Griff as well, and shook her head, “My Lord husband isn’t really a morning person.” She explained with a soft grin. The conversation with Richard was almost pulling her out of the knowledge of how serious their situation was. He still hadn’t said anything about the fact she was pregnant; a fact she was a little put out by.
She shrugged a little at his words, she didn’t doubt them in the slightest. She wasn’t really as interested in winding up Richard as she had been the last time they had met, as this was a neutral meeting, and it was already preferred to their last one, where she had essentially been his captive for days on end. It was a bit dramatic, but it was somewhere near the truth. “Not here to kidnap me this time are you, then?” She gave him a wicked grin, “Though you would have a bit more to carry this time.” She turned to the side to emphasise her condition to Richard. She still couldn’t believe he had not commented yet. Her attentions were then quickly returned to their present situation as Griff stirred beside her, “What are you doing out here?”
|
|
Offline
Jul 22, 2013 15:15:56 GMT -5
Tag me @richarddecalys
|
|
Post by Richard de Calys on Aug 11, 2012 7:07:13 GMT -5
Funnily enough, Richard had gleaned that information for himself. He couldn’t blame the poor man for not being a morning person. From his own experience, Richard knew mornings with Caitrin de Archer – sorry, Caitrin Aubert – were not moments to be cherished. He wouldn’t be surprised if the man was fully conscious and merely pretending to be asleep. It had been one of Richard’s own actions, after all. Caitrin appeared to have that effect on men. “Hmm.” He didn’t actually care either, but he should probably look at least mildly interested in her husband’s sleeping pattern. “Just how did you convince him to marry you anyway? Is that was this,” he gestured to clearly pregnant middle, “was all about?” There was a smirk on his face as he spoke – annoying a heavily pregnant Mercian woman was probably not the greatest of survival instincts so he wanted to make sure she knew he spoke in jest.
He raised her eyebrows at her question, the smirk disappearing from his lips. He didn’t ever want to kidnap her again, in fact, until a few moments ago he’d been quite certain he didn’t want to converse with her ever again. “Yes, well, at least I have someone here to protect my modesty.” He tilted his head towards her still sleeping husband. Presumably, the boy wouldn’t be terribly pleased about his wife stealing the clothing of random men. Or maybe he would be, who was Richard to judge?
Her question brought a grin to his face. Surely she should know what someone like him would be doing skulking around in the woods the morning after a siege? Was the bag of loot not giving it away? “Well you know me, never one to miss an opportunity.” He nudged the bag with his foot, “There’s a lot of empty houses.”
Griff was vaguely aware of voices and more than a little sure that one of them was Caitrin’s, although in his semi-conscious state they could belong to anyone. Wait a second. The events of last night practically threw themselves into his brain. Voices were not good. Voices meant people. His eyes shot open and found a rather strange sight. Why was there a random man? Why was he talking to Caitrin? He quickly rubbed the sleep out his eyes before finding his feet. “Cait? Is this man bothering you?” Of course he had no idea what he was going to do if the man was bothering her but he didn’t know that.
Ah, he was awake then. Richard watched the man for a few seconds and oh, he’s quick too. That was jumping to his feet. People actually did that. Bothering her? Richard frowned. He wouldn’t bother Caitrin Auber for a hundred gold coins...well actually he would but that was beside the point. “If anything she’s bothering me.”
|
|
Offline
Jul 31, 2013 11:44:21 GMT -5
Tag me @caitrin
|
|
Post by Caitrin de Archer on Aug 13, 2012 19:28:50 GMT -5
At present, Caitrin Aubert wasn’t in the best of moods and really, Richard was one of the last people she wanted to see. Last time they had met she had been drugged more times than she cared to remember, kidnapped a ridiculous amount of times, and she had spent the rest of the time either arguing with him or getting lost in the woods. It was hardly an experience any of them were likely to look back on with much fondness, so it was no surprise that he was already returning her sentiments, and was trying to wind her up. She folded her arms at him, an image no doubt he would remember from their last meeting and pressed her lips together to let him know that she wasn’t amused in the slightest, “It might surprise you to know I’ve been married for nearly two years now.” She stepped up to Richard and slapped his arm with the back of her hand with whatever strength she could muster, “Don’t call my child ‘this’.” She pointed her finger warningly at him, but increased the gap between them once more, not really wanting to stay within close proximity for too long. She was a little touchy about her pregnancy at the best of times, she didn’t like those around her calling the baby within her ‘it’ or ‘that’, or any variations of those terms, as when they were used it almost made it seem as if this weren’t real, or that no one really believed it would end in a new life. It was her being over sensitive, and she knew that, but after losing her first child in the dungeons she was justified to be a little touchy; especially given the circumstances.
Caitrin rolled her eyes at Richard, last time they had met he had clearly been the victim in everything which had happened. Granted, he had been tortured, by how many bandits was it? Anyway that didn’t matter, what mattered was that his experience paled in comparison to hers. She’d been kidnapped, drugged and she’d gotten lost over and over again. “Your modesty?” She laughed, “If anything, Griff would be keeping me safe from you. Given how well our last meeting turned out.” She had no intention of trying anything on with him today, even if she hadn’t been happily married she wouldn’t have dreamt of flirting with Richard as much as she had last time; he wasn’t worth the effort.
Again, he didn’t surprise her one bit and she looked down at the bag and then back up to Richard, “If you’ve taken anything from my home,” The warning finger was back; it probably didn’t look as threatening as she imagined it to be, “Please tell me you haven’t robbed my home.” If he had, at least the bag was within reach of her; she could always threaten to resume flirting if he refused to hand anything over to her. After last time, she doubted he would be willing to risk it.
What with her being quite shocked by Richard’s presence, Caitrin had almost forgotten that Griff was still asleep. She jumped as he shot up to his feet, and quickly composed herself. He never moved that quickly, especially not in the morning. She looked her husband up and down, “Nice to see you’re awake.” She grinned and then changed it into a laugh as Griff asked her if Richard was bothering her. “You’re about three years too late for that question.” She pulled a face at Richard, answering the question more to him, than the person who had asked it. “Would I ever bother you?” She asked with mock innocence, winking at Richard a little just for fun, then she realised Griff had no idea who Richard was. She never had told him that particular story, “Griff, allow me to introduce Duke Richard de Calys, and this, Richard, is my husband, Lord Griff Aubert.”
|
|
Offline
Jul 22, 2013 15:15:56 GMT -5
Tag me @richarddecalys
|
|
Post by Richard de Calys on Sept 19, 2012 15:27:32 GMT -5
Two years? Richard was impressed. Any man who managed to put up with Caitrin de Archer for two years deserved some sort of highly coveted award. Possibly an annulment...he laughed at the thought. Somehow he couldn’t see Caitrin being terribly impressed by that sort of thing, but then from what he could remember about her that wasn’t a lot that did impress her. Well, the sleeping man obviously did. Richard looked him over again. He supposed the man was fairly easy on the eyes. Richard would have imagined Caitrin with someone who was a bit more rough and ready though, or at the very least someone who was at least a wake when random men started talking to his wife in the middle of a forest the morning after a siege. But, it was none of his business, and apart from mild curiosity he really wasn’t that interested.
Oooh, he had touched a nerve. He grinned at her, a rather self-satisfied grin. He would have to make sure he remembered to keep referring to the child as “it”. He’d heard it never did well to upset a pregnant woman, but Caitrin was nothing he couldn’t handle. “And what will you do if I continue?” He goaded, eyebrows raised and rather enjoying himself. Somehow he’d forgotten how easy she was to annoy.
He let out a “heh” at her next words and diverted his attention to some imaginary dirt on his shoulder, flicking it off before looking back at her. He had absolutely no desire to do anything to endanger her modesty – not that she had any if their last meeting was anything to go by. She was probably the last person in the world whose modesty was in peril from him. “Yes well, let us not dwell on the past.” He replied, not wishing to get into that particular conversation, or discuss their previous time together. No, it was far better to just move on to the situation at hand.
That wagging finger of hers was rather amusing. Was she trying for intimidating? It was working whatever she was attempting to do. So much for pregnant women making formidable foes. He batted her finger away rather effortlessly before changing his expression to one of pure innocence. “The thought had never cross my mind.” For once it wasn’t actually a lie, mainly because the thought had never occurred to him. He just saw empty houses and took the opportunity rather than actively seeking specific ones. Then again, he could have easily taken something from her home; he had no idea which one it was. It was probably best if he kept that particular thought to himself though.
Well, already Griff was confused. It was, rather depressingly, an all too familiar feeling. Just once in his life he’d like to wake up in a forest with his wife and a mysterious man and just do something proactive instead of standing there being confused and trying to work out what Caitrin was going on about. Three years? What? Even he couldn’t sleep for that long. He didn’t bother asking what she meant; he’d only just become more confused knowing her. Instead he just stood there half glaring at the man. He looked...shifty.
Richard was rather enjoying Caitrin’s husband now he was awake. He clearly didn’t have any idea what was going on, and Richard was the type to find this rather amusing, so already he approved of the man. He flashed him a grin which earned him a glare with slightly more conviction. Yes, he definitely approved. “Yes, yes you would.” Richard replied, almost dismissively. He wasn’t really paying attention to Caitrin at the moment. But he did pay attention enough to hear her introduction, so gave a rather dramatic bow on hearing his name. “At your service, my lord.”
This Richard fellow wasn’t looking any less shifty, but at least he was starting to look less of a threat – not that Griff would be much use if he was of course. He was far too aware of that. He tried to smile at him but it didn’t really work. He turned to face Caitrin, but without taking his eyes away from the other man. “Why is he here...?”
|
|
Offline
Jul 31, 2013 11:44:21 GMT -5
Tag me @caitrin
|
|
Post by Caitrin de Archer on Sept 22, 2012 19:52:04 GMT -5
Caitrin was starting to wish that Griff would just stir and wake up because otherwise Richard would just start making comments otherwise. She had no idea how her husband was sleeping through this either, after all, Richard could be anyone. The fact that Caitrin knew him was really of little consequence. There was a random man speaking to her in the middle of the forest, was it too much to ask for Griff to be a little concerned given their current circumstances? She looked down at Griff, who was just about waking up; Caitrin rolled her eyes. Knowing him, it would be a while yet before he was capable of coherent thought. She sighed a little as she ran her hands over her rounded belly.
It took all Caitrin’s strength to keep her temper under check, and to not lose her temper with Richard completely. She had been told by the midwife to not let her temper run away with her, and to keep calm for the baby’s sake. Caitrin glared at Richard as the child within her kicked violently against her stomach. She recoiled slightly at the sensation but tried to not let it show. Instead she raised her eyes to Richard and pressed her lips together angrily, “Just don’t.” She said through gritted teeth, only just realising how much what Richard had said really had bothered her. She couldn’t think of her child as an ‘it’. There was a child growing within her, and she would have a son, or a daughter, and they would look like her and Griff, only the best bits of both of them of course, and they would always be loved, “My child will never be an ‘it’, and if you say it again then you’ll really regret it.” She would probably kill him, given the mood she was currently in. He would probably continue of course; Caitrin was under no illusion. Richard wasn’t one for knowing when to stop for fear of upsetting someone.
Caitrin really had no desire to dwell on her last meeting with Richard; it had ended in humiliation on her part. She had been drugged and kidnapped twice, and had been driven into getting lost in the middle of nowhere. If her Uncle had been trying to put her off running away again then he had succeeded where many others would have failed. She had never run away again since the few days with Richard. “Especially when there are much more interesting things in the present.” She replied to him with a soft smile on her lips, though she didn’t really feel that cheery.
She wasn’t sure whether Richard was lying or not, but she had to assume that he wasn’t for the time being given that he would have had to be incredibly quick to get anything of value from her home. She folded her arms, and looked him up and down, “Then where have you been exactly?” She asked him, though she doubted that she was going to get a useful answer of any sort. This was Richard after all. There would be looting of course after Morgana’s take over; Caitrin had grown up in a warlords home, so she knew the ways of war. However, that didn’t mean she liked the idea of looters going into her home, and going through her things.
Well, Griff was finally awake then was he? Caitrin couldn’t help but smile up at him, he looked confused of course and she couldn’t blame him really. She slipped her hand in his and ran her spare hand over her belly, pulling a face at Richard, “I didn’t choose to bother you last time.” She pointed out reasonably. Caitrin hadn’t asked for Richard to come and kidnap her last time, she had fully intended to go home, and there had been no reason for Richard to intercede. Caitrin looked from Griff to Richard and squeezed her husband’s hand with a soft smirk on her lips. “I assume my Lord Uncle did not send you this time, Richard?” She asked and then grinned, “In which case you will answer my husband, what are you doing here?”
|
|