Post by Lovely on Aug 1, 2010 1:57:14 GMT -5
September 15, Year 1
knock knock, came the sound at the door of the Palmer house, it was well into evening time now, past supper and all.
"door is open fine sir" She smiled a little as she opened the door and saw the young man standing there.
"fine shur.. hhehh... shuch a nice girl.." pets her hair and tips forward, falls his way into the room laughing.
gives him a curious look, not too amused that he seems to be drunk and at her door.
turns and brushes his lip..." you're not... not smiling, Ciara... aren'tcha happy t'see me?"
"might be more happy.. if you shared with me, what it is... we're celebrating.. since you seem to have started without me."
"Let me buy you a drink then...um... where's the girl?..." looks around, a little lost. "... will thish do?" pulls the 2/3 empty flask from his pocket and stumbles over to her with it
"Alexander." She says quietly, firmly. "Care to tell me.. why you've been celebrating so?"
"Alexshander? Whup... the whelp's in trouble now, lads... full name.. never ever a good shign," he chuckled, staggering as he put the untaken flask back in his pocket. The shake of his head sent the room tilting on him and he grasped for the chair, falling into it. "Ciara, my dove... you've grown," he said, looking up at her suddenly, not realizing he was now sitting.
"I have not.. you shrank." She folded her arms, her dark eyes casting over him. "Are you avoiding answering my question, or do you not know the answer?"
"Riddlesh? Ooo how I love riddlesh...," he cooed, slipping back comfortably into the chair. The handsome boy's expression was softened and glowing from the drink, his eyes sparkling cheerfully and strangely focused on her though his actions indicated he was far from focused on anything. "What did you ashk me?"
"A simple and direct question, Alexander.. and I'm hoping for a direct answer." She came to stand at his feet, directly in front of his chair. "What is it you've been celebrating?"
He looked up at her as she hovered and he winced, "Can't a lad celebrate a birthday?"
"Well certainly yes.. a lad can... " She frowned, looking a bit bashful and apologetic. "I'm sorry.. of course that is reason to celebrate... may I inquire as to whose birthday you're celebrating?"
"The one who bought the first three rounds... fine, upshtanding lad...well, til he wash on the floor," he laughed, his hand making a sweeping motion indicating the horizontal position the man ended up in. "Shhhh... not so loud... you'll wake up the brothersh." He hushed himself and looked around, seemingly aware, but not truly caring.
"Oh him.." She waved her hand. "Sorry I missed wishing him well." She shook her head, with a slight half chuckle. "You're... drunk... " She stated plainly, not worried much if her brothers came in, they would find nothing improper going on. Of course they might not like him being in the house in the evening and in such a state, but there was little she could do about his condition or their feelings about it. Ciara herself was not entirely pleased at the moment, herself.
"And .. you're not... drunk.. enough..," he countered, nearly breaking into song as he tried twice, then a third time to pull himself free of the chair, finally coming to stand again, face to face with her. In a seemingly sober moment he watched her eyes unshakingly as he whispered, "Though you're the only drink I truly desire.."
"I'm not drunk at all.." She said slowly, watching him get to his feet. The heat rose to pink her cheeks, though her eyes met his without looking away as he spoke his next words to her. "Alex.." She whispered softly.
"Alex," the sound came from the hall beyond the parlor with the tell-tale sound he'd know of the familiar rifle being cocked and aimed. "Mind tellin' me what has you visitin' a lady in her parlor without an escort and uninvited after sundown?"
A roll of her eyes and soft sigh, followed the sound of her adoring and protective brother's voice and the click. "A bit over eager to shoot him, aren't you?" She asked, glancing over her shoulder.
knock knock, came the sound at the door of the Palmer house, it was well into evening time now, past supper and all.
"door is open fine sir" She smiled a little as she opened the door and saw the young man standing there.
"fine shur.. hhehh... shuch a nice girl.." pets her hair and tips forward, falls his way into the room laughing.
gives him a curious look, not too amused that he seems to be drunk and at her door.
turns and brushes his lip..." you're not... not smiling, Ciara... aren'tcha happy t'see me?"
"might be more happy.. if you shared with me, what it is... we're celebrating.. since you seem to have started without me."
"Let me buy you a drink then...um... where's the girl?..." looks around, a little lost. "... will thish do?" pulls the 2/3 empty flask from his pocket and stumbles over to her with it
"Alexander." She says quietly, firmly. "Care to tell me.. why you've been celebrating so?"
"Alexshander? Whup... the whelp's in trouble now, lads... full name.. never ever a good shign," he chuckled, staggering as he put the untaken flask back in his pocket. The shake of his head sent the room tilting on him and he grasped for the chair, falling into it. "Ciara, my dove... you've grown," he said, looking up at her suddenly, not realizing he was now sitting.
"I have not.. you shrank." She folded her arms, her dark eyes casting over him. "Are you avoiding answering my question, or do you not know the answer?"
"Riddlesh? Ooo how I love riddlesh...," he cooed, slipping back comfortably into the chair. The handsome boy's expression was softened and glowing from the drink, his eyes sparkling cheerfully and strangely focused on her though his actions indicated he was far from focused on anything. "What did you ashk me?"
"A simple and direct question, Alexander.. and I'm hoping for a direct answer." She came to stand at his feet, directly in front of his chair. "What is it you've been celebrating?"
He looked up at her as she hovered and he winced, "Can't a lad celebrate a birthday?"
"Well certainly yes.. a lad can... " She frowned, looking a bit bashful and apologetic. "I'm sorry.. of course that is reason to celebrate... may I inquire as to whose birthday you're celebrating?"
"The one who bought the first three rounds... fine, upshtanding lad...well, til he wash on the floor," he laughed, his hand making a sweeping motion indicating the horizontal position the man ended up in. "Shhhh... not so loud... you'll wake up the brothersh." He hushed himself and looked around, seemingly aware, but not truly caring.
"Oh him.." She waved her hand. "Sorry I missed wishing him well." She shook her head, with a slight half chuckle. "You're... drunk... " She stated plainly, not worried much if her brothers came in, they would find nothing improper going on. Of course they might not like him being in the house in the evening and in such a state, but there was little she could do about his condition or their feelings about it. Ciara herself was not entirely pleased at the moment, herself.
"And .. you're not... drunk.. enough..," he countered, nearly breaking into song as he tried twice, then a third time to pull himself free of the chair, finally coming to stand again, face to face with her. In a seemingly sober moment he watched her eyes unshakingly as he whispered, "Though you're the only drink I truly desire.."
"I'm not drunk at all.." She said slowly, watching him get to his feet. The heat rose to pink her cheeks, though her eyes met his without looking away as he spoke his next words to her. "Alex.." She whispered softly.
"Alex," the sound came from the hall beyond the parlor with the tell-tale sound he'd know of the familiar rifle being cocked and aimed. "Mind tellin' me what has you visitin' a lady in her parlor without an escort and uninvited after sundown?"
A roll of her eyes and soft sigh, followed the sound of her adoring and protective brother's voice and the click. "A bit over eager to shoot him, aren't you?" She asked, glancing over her shoulder.