Post by Cordelia de Clare on Aug 28, 2016 17:54:06 GMT -5
Emotion was not something that Cordelia did well, it was possibly one of the only things she had trouble dealing with. Anger was one such emotion, as was evident when she slammed the door of The Bitter End closed and set the rats running. Rian was as stoic as ever but he did a small head tilt to ask what was wrong – the man wasn’t a mute, but he didn’t speak unless he really needed to.
“They don’t know me. Judgemental assholes.” She murmured under her breath as she rather ungracefully started to pull her hat off her head, which allowed her hair to flow freely down around her shoulders to cover her neck.
“You don’t let them know you.” The knight who was so often at her side had a gentle, comforting tone and he pushed himself up from his lean to move over to her, to help her with the pins that were still stuck in her hair. No one really knew the gentle giant, bar her.
That tone had always annoyed her, it sounded like he was belittling her outbursts all the time and the fact that he was being so nice, when all she wanted to be was angry made it even worse. “Why the hell should I? I obviously can’t trust any of them.”
“Have you even let them in, Cordelia? Have you shown them who you really are behind the masks?” Rian was more than aware that there were many sides to the woman and while most of them were akin to a cat always playing with its food, there were other sides. He had witnessed them, while she was growing up.
“No. They don’t need to know. I let him in and look where that got me?” She shook her head from side to side and said: “Get a message to Cyanea, I want her to bring the Crimson Rose back to port. The sooner I get away from this place, the better. I should never have come back.”
Rian simply nodded and let Cordelia bluster about, murmuring under her breath while she concocted plans for when she went back to sea. He knew that it wouldn’t last long, that eventually she’d calm down and stop being a brat… it was going to take a lot of whiskey, and a hangover but it’d happen. “You don’t always have to be the villain in the story. It’s not like you’re inherently evil, Duchess de Clare.”
Cordelia glared at him for using her full time, and actually swung the hat and hit him on his armoured arm. “Don’t pull that shit with me, Rian. You know I hate it.” She didn’t refute what he’d said though, nor did she bemoan the way she was treated – not really, at least. “I just miss how it used to be… Me and my boys. It was fun then, it’s not fun anymore.” Her shoulders were lifted in a soft shrug, and she exhaled again before saying: “I need a bloody drink…”
Rian grinned behind her back and shook his head from side to side, he’d snatched the hat off her after she’d abused him with it, and he simply placed it on the coatrack beside the doorway. He had no idea why it was there, it wasn’t likely that the people that came to this place would wear coats often – or at least, for long. “Perhaps a trip back to Drowsing is in order, you always enjoy it when we go home.” He missed his home, his wife and his children – he didn’t get to see them often, when he was following Cordelia around the world.
Cordelia knew exactly what he wanted from a trip home and she shook her head from side to side, “You go. I’ll be fine – it’s not like I can’t look after myself.” Her shoulders were lifted in a shrug. Rian had been taken on by her parents to watch over her while she was a teenager, and she had asked him to stay on for appearances sake. In the end, he had become her most trusted friend and advisor and she didn’t know what she’d do without him. “Go, before I change my mind.” By this time, Cordelia was at the bar with a bottle of whiskey already in her hand and she was swinging it at the door that held the portal to the Bullet and Blade.
Rian knew not to argue with her when she was in one of those moods, so he simply nodded and without much else to say, made his way through the door and the portal to home. He didn’t like the travel but he liked the end result.
Cordelia on the other hand was going to spend the rest of the evening in the bottle of a whiskey bottle, intent on finding the mythical worm at the end.
“They don’t know me. Judgemental assholes.” She murmured under her breath as she rather ungracefully started to pull her hat off her head, which allowed her hair to flow freely down around her shoulders to cover her neck.
“You don’t let them know you.” The knight who was so often at her side had a gentle, comforting tone and he pushed himself up from his lean to move over to her, to help her with the pins that were still stuck in her hair. No one really knew the gentle giant, bar her.
That tone had always annoyed her, it sounded like he was belittling her outbursts all the time and the fact that he was being so nice, when all she wanted to be was angry made it even worse. “Why the hell should I? I obviously can’t trust any of them.”
“Have you even let them in, Cordelia? Have you shown them who you really are behind the masks?” Rian was more than aware that there were many sides to the woman and while most of them were akin to a cat always playing with its food, there were other sides. He had witnessed them, while she was growing up.
“No. They don’t need to know. I let him in and look where that got me?” She shook her head from side to side and said: “Get a message to Cyanea, I want her to bring the Crimson Rose back to port. The sooner I get away from this place, the better. I should never have come back.”
Rian simply nodded and let Cordelia bluster about, murmuring under her breath while she concocted plans for when she went back to sea. He knew that it wouldn’t last long, that eventually she’d calm down and stop being a brat… it was going to take a lot of whiskey, and a hangover but it’d happen. “You don’t always have to be the villain in the story. It’s not like you’re inherently evil, Duchess de Clare.”
Cordelia glared at him for using her full time, and actually swung the hat and hit him on his armoured arm. “Don’t pull that shit with me, Rian. You know I hate it.” She didn’t refute what he’d said though, nor did she bemoan the way she was treated – not really, at least. “I just miss how it used to be… Me and my boys. It was fun then, it’s not fun anymore.” Her shoulders were lifted in a soft shrug, and she exhaled again before saying: “I need a bloody drink…”
Rian grinned behind her back and shook his head from side to side, he’d snatched the hat off her after she’d abused him with it, and he simply placed it on the coatrack beside the doorway. He had no idea why it was there, it wasn’t likely that the people that came to this place would wear coats often – or at least, for long. “Perhaps a trip back to Drowsing is in order, you always enjoy it when we go home.” He missed his home, his wife and his children – he didn’t get to see them often, when he was following Cordelia around the world.
Cordelia knew exactly what he wanted from a trip home and she shook her head from side to side, “You go. I’ll be fine – it’s not like I can’t look after myself.” Her shoulders were lifted in a shrug. Rian had been taken on by her parents to watch over her while she was a teenager, and she had asked him to stay on for appearances sake. In the end, he had become her most trusted friend and advisor and she didn’t know what she’d do without him. “Go, before I change my mind.” By this time, Cordelia was at the bar with a bottle of whiskey already in her hand and she was swinging it at the door that held the portal to the Bullet and Blade.
Rian knew not to argue with her when she was in one of those moods, so he simply nodded and without much else to say, made his way through the door and the portal to home. He didn’t like the travel but he liked the end result.
Cordelia on the other hand was going to spend the rest of the evening in the bottle of a whiskey bottle, intent on finding the mythical worm at the end.
