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Author Topic: the garden of your thoughts  (Read 429 times)

Description: Dare

Offline Nasir Vasile

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the garden of your thoughts
« on: Dec 10, 17, 12:15:59 AM »
Northwood suited Nasir perfectly, it seemed. He was an attentive and courteous First Escort, respectful of his Queen's privacy when she needed it. More than that, he was able to pick up on subtle cues that were not necessarily noticed by others and easily missed and use them to smooth out situations towards more favorable outcomes that Dare wanted. Yet there were moments, he had noticed, that left Dare not only emotionally tired but physically and he had not, quite yet, put his finger on what that was. A secret, that was for sure, and he would learn it eventually.

It was such a tiredness that had him smoothly pulling off a coup. Not that it really was because all it was was creative rescheduling so as to not hinder Court affairs and allow her time to recover. The Warlord Prince had been particularly mindful the last few days, catering to Dare's needs quickly and effortlessly.

That was why he had put this all together, practically insisted that she take the time slot he had made to enjoy herself. She was the one, after all, that had told him to do such. If there was time to have a break, to enjoy the quiet and rest, then it needed to be taken because they would not have them in the coming days. Nasir had set Dare up in one of her secluded spots that afforded her privacy, but also the other things she enjoyed, and had only left once she settled in to start reading the book he had had her bring with.

It seemed that being bonded suited the Warlord Prince but that was truly no surprise. What was a surprise was the sharpness of Dare's scent to him, his ability to discern it so quickly and easily from others as well as pick up the subtle emotional nuances hidden in it. Never mind the sense of rightness in serving her ... Nasir expected none of it but he embraced it all the same, careful to mind things and not wear it out. A little annoyance was fine but anything more than that was unacceptable.

"I've brought lunch, Dare," said Nasir as he reappeared with both drinks and treats. The tray he carried things on was set down on the low table near Dare. The delicious smells that came from the covered dishes were familiar to the Queen, potentially something she had not had in some time but had craved but Nasir was not uncovering them. First he was serving them drinks, another familiar smell, and then he would get to serving them their actual meal.

"Thankfully the Chef is not opposed to another hand in the kitchens," he spoke, a soft chuckle escaping, "otherwise that would have made making lunch today a bit more of an adventure." Warm brown eyes glanced up from the tray, drink held out for Dare to take. "Were you finally able to finish that chapter?"

Offline Dare Comstock

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Re: the garden of your thoughts
« Reply #1 on: Jan 17, 18, 04:23:53 AM »
Dare often found herself thinking that she had her affliction under control. The asthma that stole her breath seemed well in remission sometimes. As she got deeper into the work of managing a Court and a District, she found those times fewer and further between. Even as Lavinia snapped and scolded, Dare relied harder on her tonics rather than the rest she knew she needed. She could not be weak. Would not be weak. A Queen had the right to rule, took precedence over any other potential leaders, but there were Queens that were not Darienn Comstock. There was always the specter of Gwenyn Webster, who had been passed over for a dark horse, lurking at the back of her mind.

Her Steward, hired on at the suggestion of her father, held the slightest of bonds to her, but he was still hers. The Master of the Guard was Margaret's nomination, and Dare would have refused him for lacking the bond if she hadn't already talked herself into the corner. As her Triangle stood, Nasir was her best comfort at the manor house that served as the base of operations for Northwood District. Nasir, her sensitive and polite Warlord Prince, who she hadn't seen coming in a million years. Nasir, who was a friend to the Spymaster of Dharo. Dare had been assured that Nasir wasn't an agent or a plant; she had to assume that it was fate, and nothing less. Sometimes she could be lucky.

Orchardleigh was a beautiful house, it was true. There were plentiful spaces to go where one wouldn't be seen if they didn't want to be. Sometimes, she thought, things did work out for the better, even without meaning to. Over the past months, she had found several spots perfect for a bit of reading. Which exact cubbyhole she preferred varied with the weather and the astrological sign. Some window-seats were best in direct sunlight, when the glass wouldn't be too terribly cold. Other small parlors were ideal for the rain or snow, when one could sit by the fireplace and feel quite cozy and forgotten.

The bedrooms were also all on the ground floor, which made Dare's life so much easier. She didn't have to climb any stairs to get to her bedroom when she was feeling short of breath. Her current cubbyhole wasn't her bedroom, however. She had found a tiny parlor in the residential wing, one that boasted a large fireplace and a larger window, this one double-paned to keep out the weather.

"Thankfully," she said, looking up from her book. Nasir had manhandled her into the little parlor, put her in a chair and told her to stay. Truly, she didn't feel like disobeying; her chest was stuffed to the throat with cotton wool, and she needed the time to rest without having to shout over quarreling vendors. She set aside the romance novel--and this time it was actually a romance novel, not a report--and accepted the spiced apple cider from Nasir's hands. The spice was mild, just enough to taste, the way it had to be for her to enjoy it without causing herself damage. She cupped the mug in her hands and sipped at it. "I've told you before, Nasir, there is an apartment in the main building, if you'd want to take it instead of the First Escort's quarters. You'd have your own stove and cold-box then, and Cook wouldn't grumble so much."

Not opposed did not mean welcomed, after all.

"As per usual, she's been dug out of trouble by her long-suffering males," said Dare, giving her book a poisonous look. "If she's supposed to be so powerful, why can she never solve a problem on her own? Mother Night, you'd think she was a landen with how many situations her lover bails her out."

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Re: the garden of your thoughts
« Reply #2 on: Jan 22, 18, 11:28:38 PM »
With Dare enjoying her drink, Nasir was working on serving lunch. Tasty little sandwiches, though there was some kind of dessert with it that he had learned his Queen favored (and might have been wanting). A plate was set upon the small high table next to seat so she could easily reach it.

She would catch the smile on his lips, whiskey colored eyes happy that she had gotten some reading done. With her feeling down, physically and emotionally, it satisfied something deep within him to have physical proof of her taking a break. Even if that was just being able to finish a chapter in a romance novel.

His smile turned to a sheepish glance, Nasir settling into his own seat and taking a drink. It had not been the first time that Dare had made that offer but all he could think was that it would be further away. Not close at all to where she rested that if something happened he could be there for her in a moment's notice.

"You are right," he finally said, cup held between his hands thoughtfully. "The Cook is kind to put up with it but they would much prefer I don't." It was obvious to him, as much as was attuned to such things, but still he persisted. "If I were to take the apartment, would you come and join me if I made a proper meal?" Not just something like this, a small fare, but a full meal that she would be able to enjoy.

Another time he might have thought about how that sounded but he was not. Instead he was chuckling at the look that Dare was giving her book. As if it were a bad child that needed scolding. From the sound of what she was describing, it clearly did. "I would think that there should be equal measure of saving each other. If it's always her lover or one of her males saving her, then ..." Nasir shook his head. "That is unbalanced and paints her as a damsel when she is meant to be more than that. It also makes things predictable to read." Which he considered to be not at all enjoyable. When a book was predictable it was not nearly as enjoyable as it had been before.

Offline Dare Comstock

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Re: the garden of your thoughts
« Reply #3 on: May 01, 18, 03:52:14 AM »
"Come sit with me," said Dare, though Nasir had just seated himself across the table from her and the chair didn't technically have room for a lanky Queen and her lanky Warlord Prince. But with judicious stacking and the cuddles of which Nasir was so fond, they could make it work. Besides, though the fire roared in its stone cage and the double-paned window kept the winter chill away, Orchardleigh's sunny parlor still had a wintry bite to the air. Plaintively, she added her coup de grace: "I'm cold, Nasir."

Was it cheating to be pathetic at one's Warlord Prince? She doubted it. Males liked to be permitted to care for their Queens and the females to whom they laid claim, and Nasir was not any different in that respect. He was, though he pretended not to be, just as possessive and masculine as any other Warlord Prince she'd known. Though she'd never bonded one, books and lessons had left her with a pretty solid mental image of exactly what to expect. So when he swapped sides, she agreeably shifted about and into his lap, and snuggled up comfortably close with her tea still cradled between her long-fingered hands.

To tell the truth, sitting on Nasir was not particularly more comfortable than sitting in a chair on her own. But it was warmer, which meant that her plan was a complete success. "Yes, of course," she said, though the apartment was on the second story and she doubted she'd be able to make it up there that often. Perhaps on her better days, when she didn't feel like her lungs were weighted down with lead. "Why would I ever risk missing out on your cooking?" Especially when he never seemed to have a problem with making the berry pastries that she so enjoyed. She eyed the platter of little pastry parcels, and then reached for a sandwich. No point in getting scolded when he was right there to get sassy about it.

"It's boring, but it's better than reading reports when I'm meant to be resting," she admitted, "I'd rather be working." But, well, Nasir would've pitched a fit. And so would Lavinia. It would've been an equal-opportunity fit. She would've been quite unfairly pinned. "I think her lover is one of her males. It always is, in these books. Good Queens bond all the best males, you know."

Offline Nasir Vasile

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Re: the garden of your thoughts
« Reply #4 on: May 03, 18, 02:52:49 AM »
Nasir was warm by nature, not only in personality but in body temperature as well. So when Dare looked upon him and made her request he thought about saying no for all of a split-second. He did not want to crowd her, just as he did not want to impose his own desires for closeness when she was not feeling well, but none of that mattered.

Especially so when she said: "I'm cold, Nasir."

If it was cheating, he cared not one bit. Instead something deeper within was satisfied; the need to see Dare happy and whole and warm because he looked after her so. "Better?" he asked, once she was comfortable and settled, having done so himself and his arm finding it's place wrapped around her lower back. She had said she was cold and he would encircle her in warmth.

"You never should," he replied to her rhetherical question about missing out on his cooking. Amusement glinted as he caught her eyeing the pastries, a chuckle escaping. There was no sass but the look upon his face said it all anyway. She could have one after a sandwich.

Suddenly the Warlord Prince found himself with words stuck in his throat. He had actually brought some of the reports with him, at least one that he knew was potentially pressing, and would have handed it over as a reward for Dare's practice of good self-care. (It was lacking sometimes and if he rewarded, surely she would start looking out more for herself. Yet then ... wouldn't he lose these moments? Probably not.) Instead he realized the closeness between, something he thought nothing of before this moment.

Nasir was tactile by nature, enjoying a closeness with his friends and family that he kept in check here. It was not that he had changed, simply that his position dictated he behave otherwise, and-

He thought of the sharpness of Dare's scent, the way her body warmed as he held her. Tilting his head, he pressed his nose to her hair and breathed deep. Her words were, in a way, a compliment. "I suppose that makes it easier if her lover is both," said Nasir, voice slightly muffled because he still hid his face, "but I would also say that it is the good Queen that draws forth the best in her males. No Queen, he may never be able to reach his best."

Those were the stories they told, at least. The romantic ones that Nasir would only admit reading to Dare if she ever cornered him and asked.

"Certainly, I am better for being yours," said Nasir again, smiling. A faint dark, ruddy red color was upon his cheeks as the arm around Dare squeezed lightly.

Offline Dare Comstock

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Re: the garden of your thoughts
« Reply #5 on: Sep 30, 18, 09:16:00 PM »
Dare leaned over the table, sorting a second sandwich onto her plate. She snugged up to her Warlord Prince once she'd worked her way through one triangle of the sandwich she'd taken onto her own plate. Though her gesture was not forceful, it was still an order when she tapped the plate against his chest. If she was eating, so was he. Even if he was holding her snug to his chest with an arm around her waist, that left a whole second hand for him to take his own sandwich half. "Set a good example," she said, gently elbowing him in the stomach. "If I must eat before I can have dessert, so must you."

Once he had a sandwich in hand and a bite in his mouth, Dare turned her attention back to the topic of discussion. The stupid romance novel. "But why hide it, if he is," asked Dare, gesturing with a piece of sandwich. A slice of cucumber fell out from between the soft brown bread, and she sighed and called it back to hand with her Tiger Eye. She deposited that on the edge of the plate, out of the way. "It's purely manufactured drama. They haven't convinced me yet that his family lineage really is a problem for her rule or that it would invalidate it at all. She's already known to be sleeping with him, so what is the difference if he's known to be bonded to her? Is it an Atreides problem, like in that old book where a woman pretended to be open to marriage but truly never intended to leave her Consort?"

She didn't gesture with her sandwich this time, for which Nasir was likely grateful. She did, however, accidentally elbow him. "Oops. Sorry, Nasir. But you know it's ridiculous and contrived..."

Offline Nasir Vasile

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Re: the garden of your thoughts
« Reply #6 on: Oct 01, 18, 12:55:17 AM »
There was little room for argument when she commanded, though it was neither forceful or meant to be anything other than delightfully endearing. Was it that Nasir liked a woman that direct him without making it seem overt? Possibly. He had been raised around strong female figures, his grandmother and mother like, but they were direct about it. They left little room for argument. Dare ordered but there was still, it felt like, wiggle room. It was a choice, his choice, that he followed her and so he did.

Which meant he was definitely eating one of the sandwiches he had brought, quite carefully with one hand as the rest of him was otherwise employed as both pillow and warmth-provider. Nasir made a show taking his first bite, then a second, because the sandwiches were very tasty. He was smiling as that piece of cucumber fell, soft laughter kept at bay as it was placed at the edge of the plate like the naughty disobedient vegetable child it was.

If he was meant to be bothered by any of this, by her being so very invested in books and their stories, he was doing a poor job of it. No, Nasir looked to very, very enthralled, though the elbow had him nearly choking on the last bite of his own sandwich. He was coughing, a moment later, trying to swallow and get it down. "It's-" he started, put a hand to his mouth, and coughed once more before he gathered himself. "It's alright, I don't mind at all. I think it is too and it's better to hear that than how romantic it is and ill-plotted ..."

Nasir smiled again, shifting enough to gather a plate with dessert upon it as Dare had eaten properly.

"If they wanted proper drama, they could present someone else that truly would be more beneficial for her rule. Someone that would elevate her further, that if she reveals she's bonded to him, would hurt that chance somehow ..." Nasir shook his head, curls falling into his face only to be blown out. "To force the issue to a head."

Not that they were not absolutely giving too much thought to a fictional universe. Yet Nasir thought about it and realized that, in a similar situation, he could not even conceive of his bond with Dare not being known. Add upon that being lovers ... It made his hackles rise, annoyance flaring, and he frowned. The reaction was a bit much, really, for what this conversation was. He tilted his face, hid it once more against Dare's hair, and breathed deep.

That calmed him.

More, he realized, that it probably should have.

How had he never noticed how sweet her scent was to him before?