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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Nov 18, 2009 19:08:38 GMT -5
Phoenix had, as he had suspected, begun to get tired again, the longer they were in the carriage. It was really starting to affect him now, just how far they must have travelled, and without any rest, in fact with a lot of hardship. He was staring out of the window of the carriage as the mountainous countryside of Marmosia rolled by, his eyes half closed. Everything was aching from the rumbling of the carriage, and he was beginning to think that his bruises actually had bruises. His chin was propped up on one of his hands as he leant against the side of the carriage to watch the world roll by, as though he was about to fall asleep. But in reality he just couldn't drop off, not until he saw where they were going. The mountains seemed to have swivelled behind them at some point as the night drew in, and now it was almost mid morning the next day.
The thief glanced up as he noticed a pale ribbon of blue-grey, tilting his head. Was that... the sea? That was the sea, wasn't it? He seemed surprisingly excitable, even through the exhaustion, sitting up and sighing lightly as though seeing the sea meant they were almost at the end of the journey. He had heard that Handel was a coastal town from people visiting Cressa who had travelled, and so the body of water, to him, was like a lifeline in the random vortex of this journey. He glanced across at Rory and smiled sleepily to her, as if to let her know he was okay. It wasn't as though they could actually have an ordinary conversation while Chris was there, Phoenix afraid that the noble would start giving her the fifth degree if he started speaking.
Not that there was really anything to tell... well, okay, that was an utter lie. They had been through some weird, very illegal stuff. Nevermind, though.
Another hour or so passed before the city became visible to them, hard and vivid against the cloudy skyline with the steel grey waves stretching out in front of them. The carriage passed easily through the gates of Handel into the organised streets and roads, over the cobblestones and around the buildings which all seemed rather... systematic, as though everything had its place. There was no life to the city, in Phoenix's opinion. Or, well... there was life, but there was little spontaneity there. Not that Phoenix really cared - it wasn't as though it was an ugly place, and it signified the end of a very long road for him. He didn't even know if he could walk, let alone go wherever this noble planned them to go next anyway. Hiding a yawn behind his hand, he leant forward again to peer out of the window.
Oh, God, he felt like Hell.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Nov 18, 2009 19:57:48 GMT -5
Rory's optimism about finally nearing the end of their journey had soon worn off as discomfort began to settle in. It was impossible to even sit comfortably, and the longer the carriage rumbled along, the more uncomfortable she got. It may have been luxery compared to the back of the cart that they had spent so long travelling in, but Rory was in no mood to appreciate such things. Discomfort coupled with the boredom which soon settled over her mind made one irritable Princess. It was going to be a long journey, made even longer by the fact that she knew that there was a bed waiting for her at the other end, one with fresh, clean sheets, where she could hide away from the world for days if that was what she wanted. That may be what she ended up doing, just hiding away from the world for a couple of days, just until she over came her exhaustion and motivated herself to face whatever it threw at her.
Chris, on the other hand, was much better suited to travelling than the Princess was. He was more used to travelling, it was what he spent half og his life doing, traveling around on the hunt for a new story. He had pulled a book from his bag almost as soon as they had trundled out of the little town, turning his gaze down to the neat lines of text, the book seeming to hold all of his attention. If you watched him closely, however, you would see that his gaze sneakily drifted to either Rory or Phoenix from time to time, this happening even more so when the Princess fell to sleep, her head falling to rest on the theif's shoulder, her hand having slipped into his at some point. He may be a better traveller than Rory was, but he had to admit that he couldn't wait for this journey to end either, he couldn't bear to see them so close.
As they drew closer to their destination, Chris's attention finally moved from his book to the scenery which was rolling past, smiling to himself a little as he began to pick out familiar landmarks. They were almost there.
Rory shifted and began to stir as she felt Phoenix move, seeming rather lost as they eyes fluttered open, taking a moment to remember where she was. Carriage. Oh, they weren't there yet? She discreetly hid a yawn behind her hand before sitting up and stretching out, smoothing out her hair as she looked out of the window, seeming to instantly cheer up as she saw the buildings. They were there! Finally.
"It's not far now, about five more minutes if the streets aren't busy." Chris informed them, breaking the silence that had settled over the carriage.
As promised, around five minutes later the carriage rumbled to a stop outside a modest but well maintained town house, the caretaker stood outside awaiting their arrival. Chris had sent word that he would be coming to the house, giving the caretaker enough time to prepare everything for them. Not long after the carriage stopped the driver opened the door, holding it open for them as he waited for them to get out.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Nov 18, 2009 20:36:53 GMT -5
He was smiling to himself during the last five minutes of their journey, half out of appreciation for the fact that Chris had given them a time limit on things, and half because he had just realised that Rory had slipped her hand into his. He sighed deeply, watching the people as they passed and taking particular interest in the little streets, the alley ways, and any sign that there was a slums in Handel. Of course there would be, it was a coastal town like Cressa, you'd only even have to go to the pier to find the seediest of pubs in Marmosia. Suddenly, that similarity made him homesick, but he quickly shook it off.
He tilted his head as the townhouse appeared, Phoenix hardly able to believe that this was where they were staying. The thief had been in all manner of lavish places, the palace included, but he had never been there for long enough to notice all the little details. And he had never gotten to stay there before. He tried to make his excitement settle, which was surprisingly easy considering that he wasn't even sure he could hold himself up. He smiled in thanks to the driver as the door opened, Phoenix carefully moving outside and resting one hand firmly against the carriage to stop him falling over, although his other hand was still in Rory's. He smiled up at her as he delicately found his feet, moving forward to help her down from the carriage, although not without a wince. Oh, everything hurt. Being awake hurt. Whose stupid idea was it to jump from a cart?
...That was right. It was his idea. Uggggh.
He took a deep breath as he gazed up at the house; on any other occasion he would have been dying to walk around and see what it had to offer (not that he would ever steal anything from it, even though he disliked Chris - he was Rory's friend, after all) but right now all he could think of was finding a bed. Not even a bed. That patch of floor was looking pretty comfortable, actually. No! He had lasted this long, he would manage to last a little longer. The thief actually found himself looking to Chris for confirmation that they could go inside, too tired by this point to even be aware that he should be not liking him and being all smug because the other man was jealous. No, he just wanted to close his eyes and do nothing.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Nov 20, 2009 13:02:52 GMT -5
Moving wasn't pleasant. Even if she hadn't been covered in bruises, her limbs had become stiff from sitting still for so long, and that coupled with the dull pain from her injuries made moving all the more unpleasant. In fact, she actually came to the conclusion that she only reason that she had moved was that she was holding onto Phoenix's hand, and if she didn't move she would have had to let go. However unpleasant moving was, she preferred to keep holding into his hand. She clambered down from the carriage to stand by Phoenix, rolling her shoulers and stretching her arms to try and get rid of the stiff feeling as she lingered next to him, smiling to him sleepily. She didn't want to wake up properly, she wanted to find a bed and just sleep.
"You are welcome to go inside, the caretaker has prepared rooms for you both, he will show you to them. I have a little business to take care of." Chris explained as he climbed out of the carriage with their bags, his book tucked under his arm. "I hope that you don't mind. Would you like dinner sending up to your rooms tonight, or will you be coming down?" He asked, making a point of saying that he had separate rooms for both of them. It was his house, and it was indecent for them to sleep together. He didn't havve any rooms with two single beds in them, so they would have to make do with sleeping in separate rooms.
Rory looked up at Phoenix for an answer to this question, Chris's emphasis on separate rooms having gone straight over her head. She was too tired to argue with him right now, she was merely happy that they had come to the end of their journey, or for now at least. She didn't care whether or not she ate dinner in their room or down in the dining room (Rory had no intentions of leaving Phoenix, no matter how much of a fuss Chris kicked up), it was all the same to her.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Nov 22, 2009 12:31:34 GMT -5
The little emphasis on the fact that they wouldn't be sleeping in the same room didn't go over Phoenix's head, but that didn't mean that he was going to make a comment on it. At present, he didn't care if he had to sleep alone or with a thousand other people, as long as there was somewhere to sleep. And as far as Chris was concerned, the thief just thought he was drawing things out. Bleh. He wanted a bed. He only shrugged a little at the question proposed to them, looking down at Rory sleepily. As though he would know or care about the difference between having food sent to them and having to go downstairs for it. Ugh. Okay, he thought, time to make some sense. Naturally, he figured, Chris would be annoyed with him even more if he decided he didn't want to eat downstairs, because that would mean that Rory would choose to stay with him and that was just too unnecessarily irritating to him right now.
Perhaps when he was more awake he could be bothered to antagonise the noble, but for now if he didn't get to sit down soon he was going to pass out. "We'll be comin' down, I guess." he decided eventually, glancing at the house and deciding that they might as well go inside; politeness wasn't going to keep him out there, not when he was dead on his feet. Business to attend to, huh? He wondered what kind, but he couldn't be bothered to ask. As they drew near to the house the caretaker that Chris had spoken of appeared in the doorway, smiling brightly to Rory and giving a little curtsey. "It's wonderful to have you here, Miss." she gave a slight glance to Phoenix then, as if to decide whether he was to be trusted or not, before eventually smiling politely to him as well. "And you, Sir."
With this little greeting over, she turned around and led them inside to the decorated hallway. Phoenix instantly seemed a little more awake, although sheer exhaustion prevented him from being able to pay as much attention to the interior of the noble's house as he would have liked, and he instead concentrated on watching the care-taker's back as she began to lead them up the stairs.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Nov 23, 2009 17:58:08 GMT -5
"Then I will send someone up to tell you when dinner is ready." Chris nodded to Phoenix, as though to say that he had only asked because it was the polite thing to do. He doubted that Phoenix would ba very happy with someone knocking on his door, unannounced, and telling him that he needed to get up, get changed and go eat. With that question answered he let them leave, gaze trailing after them as they headed down the path to the house, watching them disappear inside before turning to head off down the street. If he was to be staying in Handel then he had a few things to sort out, things to do and people to see. He needed to find an excuse to stay there for the winter and not return home, and start arranging for supplies and repairs on the house, and, of course, he had to announce his presence. It would be rude to turn up in town and not let anyone know that he was there.
Rory seemed indifferent to the wealth around them as she trailed after Phoenix, finding it difficult to keep lifting one foot and putting it in front of the other. Chris's house was beautiful, but modest, nothing too showy, simply well crafted and well kept. To Rory this was nothing. Her chambers at the palace were bigger than this house, even though all those rooms were totally unnecessary and she had hardly used any of them. Why would she need her own, private dining room? Really? And a room especially for morning tea? It was absurd. But, her father had both money and space to waste, so why not waste it on his darling daughter, whether she wanted it or not.
Rory inclined her head to the housekeeper polietly in greeting, even managing a sleepy smile. Oh, she was back in society, how dull. Adapting to her new social status would be difficult, a lifetime of habit would be hard to break. All those thoughts could, however, wait for later, when her mind was feeling more awake and her body hurt a little less.
In no time they were at the top of the stairs, Rory grateful that Chris's house wasn't too big and that they wouldn't have to walk for miles just to get to their rooms. Ha! They were almost there. For her, getting into bed signified the end of a long journey, a real chance for her and Phoenix to rest without worrying about what was around the corner.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Nov 27, 2009 13:55:22 GMT -5
Phoenix seemed to feel exactly the same way, considering that his eyes lit up happily as the house-keeper finally paused outside two doors, both with their doors open. They were neat and tidy and perfect, in his opinion, and the house-keeper turned to them. "Here are your rooms. There's a basin of water for washing and the doors lock from the inside. I hope you find everything to your liking, and if you need anything at all, please, just ring the bell and someone will attend you." she curtseyed politely, leaving them to it and departing from them, obviously having many other things to do today. That and her master had only told her to greet their guests and ensure that they were comfortable, as they would undoubtedly be exhausted. They looked rather tired, come to think of it, and so she didn't stick around for long.
Phoenix smiled gratefully when she didn't draw their conversation out, nodding as she left and wandering into one of the rooms, looking around at the well made bed and the lavishly decorated room typical of a noble's house. But mostly his attention was on the bed. He turned to glance back at Rory, smiling weakly to her. "I think your friend is intending to separate us as much as he can. Can't say I'm surprised. Ain't it like, a sin or something, for a guy and girl to be together when they haven't been chained down in marriage to the nobles?" he chuckled, rubbing his eyes and regretting it instantly because of his bruises. "I'm gonna sleep now, okay?" he murmured, glancing back to look at the bed. He didn't particularly want to stray away from Rory, but it was a single bed, and as much as he wanted her to be comfortable, there was no way in HELL that she was getting him to sleep on the floor so that he could give her the bed and they could stay in the same room.
He had sank down onto the bed only a few seconds later, sighing contently and unlacing his boots. He felt like shit, he didn't have much in the way of possessions apart from his name and the things in his waist-coat, he was dying on his feet and everything hurt. Everything. "I'll see you later, I guess, Rory..." he mumbled, yawning.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Nov 27, 2009 18:34:18 GMT -5
Chris really could be annoying and stuck up when he tried, couldn't he? He didn't even have to be there to annoy them. Needless to say that the Princess didn't seem to be very impressed by the single beds in the rooms, which made it impossible for them to stay together. She couldn't ask him to sleep on the floor, not after everything. With how hurt he was, he needed to sleep in a bed. But, Rory was reluctant to leave him. They just...didn't split up. Through everything he had always been there, they had even sleep in the same room, the only time he wasn't there was when something terrible had happened, the Claustrum for instance. She knew it was irrational, but she couldn't help but feel a little on edge when he wasn't there, as though she were waiting for a disaster. She was pver reacting, he was only in the next room, it would be fine.
She managed a weak, sleepy smile as she nodded to the thief. "Noble's would look down on it. They...assume things..." She shrugged, rubbing at the back of her head. Yes, it was pretty indecent for them to sleep in the same room as each other, even though nothing happened. Nothing. Nobles were too quick to jump to conclusions, too quick to tar everyone with the same brush, to generalise. Oh well, there was nothing that she could do about it. She was too tired to protest or worry too much. Phoenix was only in the room across the hall, it would be fine. "Alright, I'm going to go sleep too. Night Phoenix. I'll leave my door unlocked, incase you need anything." She nodded to him before turning to disappear into the other room, clicking the door closed behind her.
At least her exhaustion came in useful for something. There was a niggle of panic there, something in the back of her mind protesting at Phoenix's absence, but the exhaustion dulled it, made it bearable. She flopped down to sit on the edge of the bed, wearily tugging her boots off and placing them neatly by the bed before taking her dress off, folding it and putting it on the side. She would wash when she woke up, right now all she wanted to do was rest her aching limbs. The Princess breathed out a sigh of relief as she climbed into bed, pulling the covers over her and closing her eyes. Something didn't feel quite right, but her exhaustion took over before she could pay much notice to it, her mind shutting down, drifting off into a deep sleep almost as soon as her head had hit the pillow.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Nov 27, 2009 20:37:43 GMT -5
"Okay. Me too, if you need anythin' come straight in and wake me up. Don't want you bein' afraid that you can't wake me if somethin' happens." he winked to her, smiling as she left and rising to his feet very, very reluctantly to go and shut his door once she had left. She was right, it really did feel so weird now that she had left, as though there was something missing. But, like Rory, Phoenix didn't have time to dwell on her absence, his feet were already carrying him to the window to draw the curtains and then back to the bed, so that he could unlace his boots and set them down. Sitting hurt. Doing nothing hurt. The only thing that didn't cause him pain, he figured, was sleeping. The thief barely remembered to climb under the covers, curling up beneath the blankets and succumbing to his exhaustion as soon as his head hit the pillow.
He slept deeply, dreamlessly, right through the morning and the afternoon. He didn't even think he stirred from the bed, not turning over or shifting in the slightest, and although he was still tired when he woke up, and everything still hurt, he could at least say for definite that he had regained some of his energy. That was a plus sign, at least. He was lying in a stupor for some time when he first opened his eyes, quite willing to simply stay there in a daze for a while before going back to sleep, but before he got the chance there was a soft tap at the door. Phoenix's weak, grumbled 'C'min' was barely audible. The housekeeper had, however, heard him, opening the door and smiling politely once more as she spotted him, sitting up and rubbing his eyes sleepily.
"Dinner is almost ready, sir. Mr. Reichs has told me to inform you that you can come down whenever you are ready." Phoenix gave her a bland nod at this, and the house-keeper gave him a little curtsey before leaving and shutting the door again, most likely to go and deliver the same message to Rory. The thief sighed, and lifted himself from the bed. Food actually sounded pretty good to him right now, but he would have to do something about himself, first. He needed more clothes. That could come tomorrow. Trudging to the basin by the window, he washed himself carefully to not aggrivate his slowly healing injuries, and sighed a little as he stared at himself in the looking glass. He looked... better, yes. The bruises were fading and the cuts were healing and he looked less tired... but at the same time he still looked like crap. Blaaaaaah.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Nov 28, 2009 9:37:43 GMT -5
Rory had woken up around an hour before the housekeeper knocked on her door, not that she had been willing to move. She had to admit that she felt better now that she wasn't as tired, but her limbs still ached, and every bruise was as sore as it had been before. Bleh, she hoped that she healed quickly, she refused to leave the house until these bruises had gone away. She looked a state, no lady was supposed to look like this. It suggested that she had been doing some rather questionable things...well, she had been doing some rather questionable things, but she didn't want people to know that. It wasn't as though she wanted to advertise that they had been on the run, that she had lied and tricked people to get to where she was now. Oh, she was a terrible person, wasn't she? She was going to need to make up for all this bad that she had done. She sat up at the knock on the door, wincing from the movement, before padding over to open the door a little and peer outside. "Mr. Reichs asked me to inform you that dinner is almost ready, and that you may go down now." The house-keeper curtsied to her and smiled, Rory nodding a little. "Thank you, tell him that I will be down shortly." She replied, the house-keeper nodding and wandering off down the corridor once again, Rory closing the door and sighing. This meal was going to be akward, to say the least. Chris would sit glaring at Phoenix for not knowing proper dinner manners, and he would make it blantly obvious that he didn't want the theif there, though he wouldn't dare speak badly of him to his face. It was going to be...challenging. And, afterwards, she supposed that Chris would want to know everything that had happened, every last detail of their time between here and Cressa. She was rather reluctant as she moved to get ready, carefully washing herself before dressing, brushing her hair before studying herself in the mirror. She looked...acceptable, as acceotable as she could when covered in bruises as she was. At least only Phoenix and Chris would see her. Once she was ready she left her room and knocked on Phoenix's door, waiting patiently outside for him to answer. She didn't want to just walk in incase he was getting ready, that was an embarrasing situation that she would rather avoid.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Nov 28, 2009 17:42:58 GMT -5
Phoenix had managed to straighten himself out at least a little bit by the time Rory knocked on his door - his hair wasn't ruffled up, he had straightened out his clothes and he was clean. If you disregarded that he looked (and felt) like complete crap then it was all good, in his eyes. He tilted his head at the knock at the door, leaning down to swiftly lace his boots before wandering to the other side of the room and opening up the door a fraction, peering out at her and smiling brightly when he realised who it was. He could sleep for hours, maybe even days more, and he had no doubt that Rory probably could as well, but for the most part, he thought, they looked much better for their rest. Some of the tension had drained out of Phoenix's face, at least, and he looked less like he had to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders.
"Mornin', Rory." he greeted her softly, having taken a drink from the pitcher of water so he didn't just look more awake, he sounded like it too. "Well... afternoon, really. You get what I mean." he smiled, glancing over her. "You look better. Have a good sleep?" he asked. Suddenly everything felt better again, like all was right with the world now that he could see her again, that he didn't have to worry about her getting snatched away or caught or something else. He had become strangely protective over Rory, opening the door fully now to glance around his room; of course there wouldn't be anything else that he could get from his bedroom, he barely had anything to his name, but he thought to check nonetheless, before wandering out into the corridor and holding his hand out to her once more.
"You ready to go down now?" he asked, "You'll have to lead me, sorry, I don't remember the way. I wasn't really payin' attention at the time." he shrugged to her sheepishly, looking rather embarrassed. It was rare that the thief got himself into such a state that he only vaguely recorded his surroundings. With his trade, life or death could depend on whether you had observed a hidden exit or not, and he wouldn't be doing that again in a hurry. As for his etiquette, Phoenix didn't know the ins and outs of nobles' table manners, and nor did he really care. Chris could glare and huff and be politely insulted all he liked, Phoenix would smack him in the face and break his nose all over again. Although, he thought, the noble may have blacked that little part of his evening out. Pansy.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Nov 29, 2009 10:52:43 GMT -5
"I feel a little better too. I slept well, I think that I was asleep before I had even put my head on the pillow." She admitted with a small laugh, reaching out to take his hand as he offered it to her. That felt better. She had hardly noticed that edge of anxiety that had been following her around all morning, not until now anyway, when it disappeared. She really had become reliant on Phoenix's presence, hadn't she? She had become too used to his constant company, when he wasn't there it felt as though something was out of place. It was probably from all the stress of being on the run, Phoenix had been the only thing that she had been able to count on. He had been the consistant thing while everything else descended into chaos, and when he wasn't there...well...she just had to go and find him, didn't she? No matter where he had been.
"Hmm? Oh, of course." She nodded, turning to lead them down the corridor towards the stairs. "This house isn't too big, you should get used to it without too many problems." She murmured. Then again, to Rory any house would seem small when compared to her own. The palace had been rather huge. "I don't know if Chris will be able to stay here all winter, he might have to go back to Avalas. I doubt that his wife will be very happy with him staying here for so long, but I think that he won't mind us staying. He will be able to tell everyone that he's rented the house out, or something along those lines." She explained to him as she walked, not quite sure what story Chris was going to come up with to explain who Rory and Phoenix were.
She paused for a moment as they got to the bottom of the stairs, gaze flickering between the doors before she started walking again. She wasn't quite sure where the dining room was, but she was guessing that Chris would have had the doors left open for them, so they knew where to go, so she was guessing that it was through the door at the end of the corridor. "I actually can't believe how hungy I am." She murmured, rubbing at the back of her head. "I only just noticed. Before I just wanted to sleep."
Rory had been right about Chris leaving the door open for them. As they stepped through the doorway the entered a decent sized dining room, the table large enough to easily fit 12 guests around. The table was laid with three places, Chris already seated at the head of the table, standing up to smile to them in greeting as they entered. "Good evening. I hope that you slept well. Dinner will be served in a moment."
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Dec 2, 2009 8:34:18 GMT -5
"Oh, I think it was just because I was dyin' on my feet." he smirked to her lightly, nodding in thanks as she started to lead them down the corridor. "I'll find my way around here soon enough. I hope so, anyway." he smiled to her lightly and stretched as they walked, gazing about with interest now as they walked down the stairs. Phoenix wasn't used to big places; he was used to small places that were a part of the bigger places, but nothing like this. This was elegant, and extravagant, but the vague memory of the palace still stuck in his head. He didn't think he'd ever forget that palace. It was something else entirely. For a thief, he certainly had spent a lot of time there, from the chapel to the Princess's bedroom to the gallows and the dungeon. His achievements could almost fill a book by now, couldn't they? He grinned to himself as they reached the bottom of the stairs.
"Wife?" he had blurted it out before he even realised what was happening, looking at Rory incredulously. No way. Nuh uh. She was kidding. "You're not serious." he smirked. It sounded as though he was insulting Chris's credibility to be a husband (he was, but not for the reason that Rory was thinking of) but his expression said something else. It was OBVIOUS that he had feelings for Rory, but he had a WIFE as well? Now Phoenix wasn't a preacher by any means... stabbing a man in a chapel had kind of tarnished that image already... but he had found a new reason to be irked with the noble. Okay, so he had feelings for Rory. That was all well and good. But he already HAD a wife. Hands off! He was shaking his head a little, although luckily Rory had managed to distract him again.
"I'm pretty hungry as well. Didn't notice until you mentioned it. Gee, thanks Rory." he joked, flashing her a playful grin, "I was quite content not realising that I was starving until you said that." he glanced up at the open door, tilting his head. Well, that was one way to ensure that they didn't get lost. Leaving one door open, even if you didn't have a good sense of direction there was little chance of you managing to wander into the wrong room. His eyes widened ever so slightly as he saw the table; was that really necessary? He knew that nobles were always having people around and throwing dinner parties and all of the rest of it but surely they could find a smaller table for when there were only a few of them. He would never understand it. It was a waste of space to him.
"Evenin'." he greeted Chris lightly, still reeling from the whole 'wife' thing. Without a word he moved forward to pull out the chair for Rory to sit down; he might be a slummer, with slum manners, but that didn't mean that he didn't have any. Ha! In your face, you noble pansy.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Dec 2, 2009 18:43:07 GMT -5
Aurora seem bemused by the shock in Phoenix‘s voice at the news that Chris had a wife. Was it that difficult to believe? Perhaps it was because Chris had travelled so far from Avalas? The truth was that he didn‘t get along with his wife very well, if she was brutally honest, Rory would have admitted that she had no idea why he had married the woman. He spent more time travelling than he did at home, and she got the impression that he disliked her company. She wasn‘t, however, going to tell Phoenix any of this, it wasn‘t her place. Little did she know the real reason for the thief‘s shock. “Of course I‘m being serious, why would I not be?” She questioned, sounding adorably confused. Sometimes she just didn‘t understand Phoenix, even after spending so long travelling with him, he could still say things that she would never understand. It was probably because they were from different worlds, from polar opposite backgrounds. Rory had had everything as a child, the best of everything, and Phoenix...well, he was from the slums. It was strange that they got along so well. Maybe people weren‘t so different after all, no matter where they came from.
She smiled to Chris in greeting as they stepped into the dining room, moving around to take the seat on his right hand, thanking Phoenix as he pulled the chair out for her. It was strange to be here, to be back in this world. She wasn‘t sure that she particularly wanted to be here. Yes, she had to admit that she had been missing some of her luxuries, some of the little things that made life easier, but she was back in the world that she had been trying to escape. Back bound up by rules that barely made sense, trying to please everyone and ignore what she wanted, replacing it by what was proper. It almost felt as if she had swapped one cage for a smaller one. Maybe it would just take a little while to settle in here, or maybe she had gotten the taste for adventure. She had seen so much, yet she had hardly seen anything of the world. Travelling was hard, but...in a way, she liked it. She liked the new places that they got to visit, liked that no one day was like another, liked the lack of routine.
These thoughts were driven from her mind as the housekeeper began to bring in the food, setting it out in silver dishes on the table to allow them to fill their own plates. The meat was placed in the middle, vegetables neatly around it, each dish with it‘s own serving spoon, the meat already carved up. It was worlds away from the food that they had been living on for the past few days. Once everything was out Chris smiled to them, “Help yourselves. I trust that you slept well?” He inquired, though it seemed that the question was directed more to Rory than to Phoenix. “I hope that the room is alright. I know that it is nothing compared to your room at the palace, but will it be alright? If there is anything that you need then you just need to ask and I will make the necessary arrangements.”
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Dec 6, 2009 11:35:33 GMT -5
Phoenix didn't seem to have any intention of replying to Chris; he had made it all to clear what he thought about the noble, and he was certain that the feeling was returned with vigour. That, and he was still reeling from the news that he had a wife. A wife!? It just made no sense. None whatsoever. Oh, he was a selfish fuck. All of these thoughts were hidden behind a surprisingly polite smile, however, as he took his seat and glanced at the rest of the well furnished room and the cutlery, the thief seeming curious. Everything was so well made, and it was all so different to what he was used to that, at first, he wasn't able to concentrate on more than one thing at once for more than a second or two. He seemed a little calmer, however, when the housekeeper began to serve them the food, his attention returning to the cutlery. Now why the hell were there so many forks?
He'd heard of these types of customs, but he wasn't going to ask about them, merely throwing Rory a curious, vaguely confused glance, lifting a brow as if to ask what the heck all of this was for. He was soon distracted again, however, by the food. Whoa. He'd never seen anything like this before. The amount alone was enough to make him not hungry any more. There were only three of them! Just three! Why was there so much...? Surely they couldn't finish all of this, no way. And what happened to the things they didn't finish, to the stuff that wasn't even touched? His gaze darkened ever so slightly then, and he sighed, seeming to drift off into thought for a moment or so.
It was getting pretty cold now... autumn had almost faded into winter. The slums would already be freezing, and the frost would have started to cover the rooftops, making the damper houses cold and almost uninhabitable. But of course, it would still be warmer than outside. He wondered how Layla and Miles and Big J were holding up, and whether it was safe for them to return to the inn yet or not. He didn't have a clue, it wasn't as though they could get any news from them. None of them could read or write, it wasn't as if letters would be of any use. And here he was, faced with a meal that would feed twice as many people than were there. Ugh.
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