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Author Topic: Sweet Suburban Tune  (Read 189 times)

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Offline Petre Vecks

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    • landen
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      Rockland Province

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      halyonix

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Sweet Suburban Tune
« on: Jun 12, 19, 09:37:49 AM »
It was atrocious and cruel and callous and heartless and half a dozen more words that described how Petre felt about the “exercise” he had heard about between Prince Kapoor and Serah Lynn. And Petre liked Kamal. Well, had liked him. The Landen ward knew that Warlord Princes could be vicious but Kamal had only ever been like that when it came to Lady Odelle’s safety and honestly, everyone was like that when it came to Lady Odelle’s safety, even Petre. Well, as vicious as Petre could be.

But taking Serah Lynn – delicate, beautiful, mesmerizing Serah Lynn – out into the forest to practice surviving and evading capture?!

Merciless, unkind, sadistic, and brutish.

Petre was practically stomping towards Serah Lynn’s room, tray in hands, as he kept going over each word one by one by one by one, applying each one like a sticky label on to the situation, covering it with every horrendous adjective he could think of because it was exactly that and more. How dare Prince Kapoor do that! What sort of beast did that to a woman? To a woman like Serah Lynn?!

Petre was going to have many, many, many words with Prince Kapoor about this just…just as soon as he found all of the words that adequately described his anger and shock!

There were still a lot of words to go through.

He wasn’t sure what to bring as a comfort to her so he had brought a lot. A kettle of hot water for tea. A small carafe of milk. Another carafe of juice. Some sticky biscuits. And the cook had even given him a much smaller carafe of some hard liquor. Petre had taken one sniff of it and decided that it was absolutely not for him and he would only let Serah Lynn have a little bit because he was not here to get her drunk, absolutely not, he was just here to offer her comfort after such a horrific, inhumane, and barbarous event.

Oh, he should knock.

He knocked twice. Waited. Knocked twice again. Exhaled something like a huff. Raised his hand to knock again. Waited. Maybe not. Put his hand down. Maybe she didn’t want company. Maybe she…already had company? No, he was almost completely certain that she was alone right now. He had checked. He waited. Raised his hand again. Waited. Knocked twice.

This wasn’t a bad idea, he told himself. No. Not a bad idea. He was here as a friend, offering friendly comfort, after such a hellish incident. Perfectly normal. Perfectly within reason. He told himself all of these things and half a dozen more as he waited for her to answer the door.

Offline Serah Lyn Califf

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Re: Sweet Suburban Tune
« Reply #1 on: Aug 04, 19, 10:13:11 PM »
Serah sat at her vanity, staring at the still healing red lines that graced her throat.  True enough she could have made sure all signs of her abuse were erased if she had followed the Healer’s total advice about how she took her healing brews, but she noticed that she garnered more sympathetic looks from the servants and some of the Court when they took in the scratches, bruises and wounded look on her face after her excursion with Prince Kamal.

She made sure her wardrobe played to the situation, wearing collared blouses that showed off more of her collarbone where the low-hanging branches and twigs had scraped at her fair skin.  The warmth of the growing summer helped the excuse to have shorter sleeved shirts that showed off the bruises and marks on her forearms from where she had fallen to the ground so many times.   Her bandaged hand was glaringly obvious when observed because it happened to be on her more dominant hand so she used it rather frequently.   It had garnered some looks of sympathy at first, but sympathy was becoming very much like pity and she didn’t want pity.

A knock sounded at her door, making her jump and hold her breath. Then another set of knocks.  If it were Kamal, she imagined he would barge right in, ready to inflict another round of torment on her.  If it were a guard,they would have announced themselves already.   When nothing else happened, she rose from her seat and stepped up to the door, good hand on the handle and waited a moment to see if she heard any movement or voices.

Another set of knocks had a surprised yip escape her throat and she jumped back.  “Who….who’s there,” she said in a voice that had her cringing for its flavor of fear.

Offline Petre Vecks

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Re: Sweet Suburban Tune
« Reply #2 on: Aug 30, 19, 11:43:13 AM »
It was taking too long.

Maybe she really wasn’t there. Maybe she had slipped out and Petre had missed it. Maybe…maybe she was sleeping? Yes! Sleeping! That had to be it! That had to be the reason why she wasn’t responding. Sleeping! Duh. Of course. She would be tired after that awful experience – exhausted! Yes, exhausted and therefore, sleeping. Petre would just come back later and…

“Who…who’s there?”

His little Landen heart leaped up in equal parts nervousness and excitement. She was there! And awake! Breathe, Petre. Breathe before his heart blew itself into smithereens trying to keep up.  “It’s m-me,” he answered. Okay, wow, that sounded really soft. She’d never hear that. He tried again. “It’s me! Petre!”

Was that too loud? Maybe it was too loud. He was talking to her, through the door, not her way down the hall somewhere.

“C-Can I…can I come in?” He suddenly remembered the tray of goodies, awkwardly balanced against his hip and other arm. “I have…I have tea. And milk. And some sticky buns.” And other things but once he said that, it seemed a bit overkill to keep listing everything that he had.

But after the silence stretched just a nanosecond too long, nervousness took over and Petre began babbling. “I heard that you had a bad day and I thought that you could use something to eat and drink and so I brought it and I hope I’m not bothering you but I really can’t believe that Prince Kapoor did that to you and I’m sorry and I don’t want you to have a bad day like that again so I brought you things that you like and—

He had to stop to take a breath but then ran out of verbal steam. So, he just stood there, in front of a closed door, with a heavy tray. Waiting. Hoping.

Maybe he had said too much. Or not enough. No, definitely too much. And now he was going to scare her off and he’d just go back to his corner somewhere and wonder why talking to girls was so hard.

At least numbers weren’t so difficult.