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Catching up with old friends
« on: Dec 01, 17, 12:50:11 AM »
She couldn’t go back to watch the rest of the funeral.  Didn’t want to see the ashes of her friend scattered in the gardens or buried or whatever it was that the family had decided to do.  She was too tired to be stoic in the face of the entire Court.  She could retreat easily behind the facade of ailments, injuries and other tasks that her placement demanded her to focus on.  It was easier than dealing with the truth of her feelings.

So she made tonics, worked on the court’s monthly supply of contraceptive brews, tended her plants in the greenhouse and did everything she could to keep her mind occupied on everything but her grief.  She worked herself until she was almost too tired to crawl into bed and then her sleep was so deep that she didn’t dream.  She should have sought out Riordan, both as healer and sister and would do so, as soon as she was finished with the request by one of the second circle for an ointment to deal with joint pain.

Meals appeared in her working room and she ate, well she put food in her mouth but most of it had no flavor and was unappealing.  She drank water, ate bread and a little fruit and otherwise focused herself on anything but the world around her.   She probably would have continued on this path, ignoring that in the days since the funeral her clothes had started to become a little ill-fitting, requiring a belt to hold up her pants, and that shallow dark circles had begun to appear beneath her eyes if a knock at her healing rooms had never arrived.

Maeve looked up from her mortar and pestle to see Brennan stride through the door, looking handsome and fit, his eyes fixed on her with enough intensity to make her flush and look back down at her work bench and realize that her hair was pulled back in a messy bun and she probably had streaks of plant residue on her face.

“Hello Bren,” she said, falling back into an old childhood name for him, “What can I do for you?”

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Re: Catching up with old friends
« Reply #1 on: Dec 10, 17, 03:31:35 PM »
The funeral was a sad day for most people. Brennan made the polite noises and said the right things in the days following it, examining his feelings on the passing of his adopted sister several days after the fact. His conclusion remained the same as it had on the day of the funeral and all through his talks with Aine as he counseled her through her grief:

He really didn’t give a fuck about Brighe’s death.

He’d sat with that feeling, tried to really understand it. She’d never done anything against him. She’d never been unnaturally cruel to him. But she was close to Loreniel Killian, the Scourge of Scelt, Queen to the Prodigal Son, his older brother, Brogan, and that was problem. Brogan and Loreniel loved her. They were probably devastated by her death and that lessened Brennan’s compassion for the girl to nonexistent. He’d be hearing about the “tragedy” of her death for months and years after all of this, but really...she was just the first in a series of losses for the Territory Court.

That thought pleased him.

Another piece of his sister’s advice had stuck with him since their talk, concerning Maeve Doyle. Aine was a Ward of the Court and, by necessity, would hear gossip and tidbits of information that he could use in the future and pass along to others. She couldn’t be his only source of information, though, because there was so much that Aine wasn’t privy to. Instead, he needed someone placed a bit higher in the Court, someone close enough to Loreniel and her Circles that Brennan could determine the rest of the movers and shakers in Loreniel’s life.

His decision brought him to Maeve’s door a few days after the funeral, finding her hard at work. She was a pretty woman, but she looked like hell right now. Wise enough to know that saying it aloud wouldn’t get him anywhere, except thrown out, Brennan arrived and simply let his eyes rake over the Healer slowly. Perhaps he was just taking in her clothing and deciding she looked pretty even while hard at work. Perhaps he was peeling away each layer of fabric, undressing her with his eyes briefly before averting his gaze with mock-bashfulness. Either way, Brennan was clearly interested in Maeve’s form and he smiled at her innocent question and the use of his nickname.

Hello Bren, what can I do for you?

Get on your knees and wrap your lips around my cock.

Strip down, bend over that table and let me have a go.

Take me to your room and tell everyone you’re busy for the rest of the day.


Other answers fought for dominance in his mind. Instead, Brennan’s expression softened a little as he looked at Maeve. It wasn’t pity, so much as the sad gaze of an old friend who now understood that she wasn’t bury her feelings beneath her need to serve and help others. If she got him talking about what he needed, then she wouldn’t talk about what was on her mind. Namely, Brighe’s death.

He sighed mentally, knowing his little sister’s death would continue to be the gift that kept on giving. Maybe, just maybe, he could get a little something from it.

Hey, Maeve. I came to check in on you. Haven’t seen you since the funeral and...I started thinking about what I’d do if someone I knew did something that made no sense and then they were just gone. I’d probably go back to work and not deal with it.

So I came to make sure you weren’t doing that, you know?
” he said, watching her like he knew that she was doing exactly that.

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Re: Catching up with old friends
« Reply #2 on: Mar 07, 18, 10:22:17 PM »
I must look wretched, she thought to herself as he didn’t respond immediately but kept regarding her with that peculiar look in his eyes.  She wasn’t sure where his mind was taking him, and he wasn’t staring at her with the intensity of a man who stared at women for his own imaginative pleasure.  No, there was a subtle sadness in his eyes, a little bit of understanding that made her throat close up with something akin to grief and relief.

She had thrown herself into her work, had poured her focus into something tangible that made her mind move away from the reality of the world around her.  Brighe had been a close friend, a comrade.  Someone who hadn’t just seen her as the Court Healer, or one of the many gaggle of Doyle offspring that seemed to fill the court.  She wasn’t pretty or fancy, she didn’t do well in the social niceties that other women loved and flourished in.  Her only attempt at flirting had failed miserably and left her pining at a distance for a man who would never look at her twice because his eyes were forever glued to his Queen.

And here was Brennan, an old childhood playmate.  They hadn’t been terribly close, but he had always been kind to her and it seemed now when no one else had come to see her and see how she had been faring, he did.  It warmed her heart that someone thought of her for more than her skills.

“Thank you, that is very kind,” she said, her hands automatically going back to their grinding as she gave him a weak little smile before looking down and blushing.  “I seem to have disappointed your expectations though.  There is always something that needs doing in here it seems, and with a court so large and now with everyone around because of the funeral, I have been inundated with requests for tonics and brews.  Not that I mind.  Busy hands keeps my mind...focused.”  She lifted a hand and brushed some stray hairs from her face, ignorant of the flecks of dried plant that graced her temple as she did so.

“Let me go and put on a kettle for some tea, or would you prefer coffee?  I think I might have a little left.  I usually keep some on hand, especially on the days when I don’t have time to go down to the kitchens and don’t want to bother waking someone in the middle of the night” she said, rising to her feet and stepping away from her work bench.  “I’m sorry for the mess,” she added, shifting over to a small table and gathering up open books quickly to make space.  She piled them on a seperate shelf and reached for a chair, bringing it over.  “I don’t usually get company that isn’t ill or bleeding.”  She blinked and looked up at him.  “Are you ill?  Do you need something?”

Work she could handle.  Being alone in her room with a handsome man who didn’t look at her like another piece of furniture for all that he noticed her was making her feel a little out of sorts.

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Re: Catching up with old friends
« Reply #3 on: Mar 27, 18, 10:56:06 PM »
Brennan nodded at her explanation of her duties and the court’s needs. He didn’t care about any of that, but he understood why Maeve was working herself so hard. Even without the grief of losing a friend, a Healer needed to take care of people, needed to control their world through their care for others. Brennan had seen it so many times with Caprice that he recognized it in Maeve before his conscious mind placed a label on it. All the times that Caprice gave and gave of herself to help other people and--

Genuine sadness played across Brennan’s face just then and the Prince sighed deeply.

Maeve, you don’t need to justify anything or explain anything. Believe me, I get it. You lose someone close and you need something...anything to make the world make sense. Because the world doesn’t make any sense until you force it to.” Brennan said, sighing once more.

She cleared a chair and Brennan sat in it, shaking his head when she asked if he was ill.

No, I’m not ill, Maeve. Like I said, I wanted to come and check on you. Aine said you and Brighe were close, too. She’s pretty beat up about this. It still hasn’t sunk in for me. It will later, I bet, when I’m by myself but I couldn’t let Aine see. I wanted to check on the friends I have. You know, all two of you, before I started looking for a place to be.” Brennan said.

Aine was practically pushing me to chase after you at funeral. I think she thinks we, ah, have chemistry.” Brennan said, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips.

But I mean, we would know something like that, wouldn’t we?

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Re: Catching up with old friends
« Reply #4 on: Jul 17, 18, 08:01:23 PM »
Maeve caught the sigh and the look on his face and she felt her face pale and her eyes widen.

“Oh hell Bren, I’m sorry.  I should have remembered… I mean it hasn’t been… “ she let her voice falter and fade off as she hurried to put the kettle on her stove to stop her stupid mouth from rambling.  There was something about Brennan that always tugged at her need to hold everything in, to bottle it all up for the sake of everyone else’s need for her support.  She had forgotten how quickly she wanted to just let go of those defenses and just spill her thoughts.  He was one of the few people she actually trusted to do so with.

Time and distance hadn’t changed that apparently, it was just like before.   There was a small comfort in that realization.  She lit the fire beneath the water filled kettle and returned to where he was sitting, smiling shyly and folding her hands in her lap.

“I appreciate the visit,” she said softly, feeling warmth on her cheeks.  A little bolder than she meant the statement to be she looked up at him and said, “You look good.”  Realizing how it sounded, she stammered, “I mean, you didn’t look ill.  You look healthy.  Oh balls,” she exclaimed, ducking her head to look down at her hands.   

Oh balls?!  Did you leave your brain and good sense in your other smock? She asked herself quietly as she tried to regain what little dignity that she can manage.  So she grasped at another topic.

“Aine is a darling, she has been a comfort during this time.  It hasn’t been easy for her, you know how she is.  Brigid was one of the few people she could talk to or wanted to be around.  Not that she doesn’t love all of you, but she’s…. Particular.  Not just shy, but withdrawn.  I was trying to help with that a little.  She’s almost ready for her Offering and to take a real place in the world.  She can’t stay a Ward forever, and I don’t think she wants to.”   A shrill rising whistle stopped her train of thought and she rose to pour the cups of hot water into the waiting mugs.  The fragrance was rich, one of her favorite blends with added bits of lemon in the tea itself.   She placed the steaming containers before Brennan before returning to her seat before addressing his last question.

She glanced at him through her lashes, trying to be secretive about it.  She had always harbored a crush on Brennan, even when they were children and looking at him now with his warm, strong features she could feel the flutters in her belly again.  It was different than her emotions about Eamonn; looking at him took her breath away and made the ground slip away from her feet.  Brennan made her feel like standing in sunlight.  He was familiar and trusted, and if she didn’t dwell on the reason behind it, he was unattached.

But he loved his wife, he was obviously still mourning her loss.  Maeve exhaled through her nose as slowly as she could manage to keep it hidden.  Two men had caught her eye and both were equally unavailable to her.  She reached for her mug and brought it to her lips to blow the steam away before daring to look at him.

His eyes seemed to linger on her face, her mouth and she flushed again.  “Well, I think we are two intelligent individuals..most of the time anyway.  I would hope that if this were true that we would be the first ones to realize it.”  She gave him a little curve of a smile, and attempted something she was miserably horrible at.  She tried a flirt.

“Of course, if we did,  then it would only be fair if someone said something.

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Re: Catching up with old friends
« Reply #5 on: Aug 24, 18, 01:53:30 AM »
If Brennan Devlin was a humble man, he would have laughed off Maeve’s awkward moments and let them be. A humble man would recognize his friend’s grief and look for ways to lessen it. A humble and compassionate man would gently turn away Maeve’s flirtation, recognizing that, perhaps, she wasn’t in the mindspace to need anything more than a shoulder to cry on or just someone to hear her out while she purged her pain. Maeve Doyle was used to going unseen, used to being looked past while other, more interesting people were around. A good friend would help her without an ulterior motive.

Saskia had better appreciate the sacrifices he was going to make for their plan.

That’s, uh, that’s the funny thing, Maeve. Physically, I feel great. Everywhere else... I feel like I’ve lost a step. I’m out of touch with everything going on around these parts. After everything with the Sheanes, I did some wandering, Maeve. I had to see the world. But I came back and it feels like the world’s gone on without me.” Brennan said, looking down at the floor. He shrugged, a gesture of resignation in regards to that point.

Coming back and seeing you, though...it’s nice. Better than nice. I don’t know anything about chemistry. I just know that being around you feels good. I like it.” Brennan said.

But I’m still getting over a few things. Still trying to figure out what’s in store for me now. You know that Brogan and I don’t exactly get along. Understatement of the century, I know.” Brennan said. He hated Brogan. Brogan hated him right back. Brennan saw no reason to deny it, especially when it was readily apparent whenever they were in the same location.

I mean, we could try it the old-fashioned way. Or...we could just be there for each other when necessary. We’re both in a rough place right now. We’re both supporting a lot of people. We’ve both got a lot of people leaning on us, right?

Who do we lean on when it’s too much?
” Brennan asked.

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Re: Catching up with old friends
« Reply #6 on: Nov 08, 18, 08:56:13 PM »
She was a bumbling idiot.

She could almost hear her sister laughing in her ear at the foolish way she tried to flirt and horribly failed. No wonder she was going to be a spinster for the rest of her days, even with someone she’d known almost all her life she couldn’t come off with a friendly flirt.  She was rather glad Aine wasn’t around to see her foolishness, the younger girl was a darling, but even she would have a good laugh about the spectacle.
“I can understand that,” she said a little wistfully.  “Truth be told you didn’t have to go away to feel out of step, I sometimes feel like if I sit here long enough, the rest of the world is spinning around me and I’m standing perfectly still.  Everyone is growing up and moving forward and I haven’t changed or grown or done anything.”  She let out a deep sigh.

“I’m the rock in the middle of the garden, the most I do is get a little  mossy while the seasons change, the plants bloom and green and fade and sleep for the winter, and here I sit, grey and maybe a little wet if it rains.”  She gave him a little sheepish smile before drinking some more of the tea.  Still his comment warmed her.

“I missed you Bren,” she said earnestly, looking up at his face with dark eyes.  “I don’t think I’ve had a good friend besides Brigid since you got married.  Everyone here is so busy with the Court and responsibilities, myself included that I haven’t had someone to just sit with… like this.”  She flushed, her hands shifting around the bottom of her cup to absorb some of the heat through the porcelain.

“Old fashioned way?” she asked, her eyebrows turning inward curiously.  “I’m not sure I follow.”  Well, her mind had ideas, paths that it was taking her down but she wasn’t even sure if the direction was right and well she wasn’t going to add anything further to make herself look like an even bigger idiot.  “I mean, I’m always here for you if you need to talk, or a good cup of tea.”  She said lifting her cup up a little in demonstration with a little smirk,”[/b] but I wouldn’t mind having someone to lean on for a change.  Someone who understands and doesn’t make me feel like a burden for asking, or make me feel like I’m falling somehow by not always being the strong one.”[/b]  She shifted in her seat, squirming a little like a child who was impatiently waiting for something that was coming.  “I mean, if you don’t mind. 

She had been second mother to all her siblings, had worked at her mother’s back through her whole career, had always been the one her siblings turned to when they needed help and she had never once felt comfortable seeking them out for the same.  Was it too much to ask him, in light of the sorrow in both their hearts, for a little bit of shelter?

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Re: Catching up with old friends
« Reply #7 on: Nov 16, 18, 01:53:35 AM »
Brennan laughed. It wasn’t the boisterous laugh of mocking or trying to make Maeve feel silly, but the gently laugh of someone who understood what she was saying and what she was going through. Maeve was a Healer. She cared about people because it was written into her soul like words in the pages of a book. Compassion wasn’t just part of her job, it was a way of life. Brennan tried to imagine the number of people who took advantage of that compassion on a daily basis without giving anything back. Or who only gave Maeve enough to reel her in before casting her aside once more.

Brennan figured the number to be large. That’s why she was here, working, rather than at home with people who loved her, or a man who’d help her work through her emotions in a different way.

Wait, hold on, Maeve. Don’t sell yourself short. You’re the High Healer for the Territory Court, aren’t you? That’s huge. There are a lot of people who are never going to make it that far in their whole lives! Not to mention you’re a beautiful woman in her prime. I just figured that you were still enjoying playing the field.” he said, smiling at her.

Guess I didn’t think you needed the rain to get wet.” he said, laughing again.

Really, though, Maeve...we can talk about our problems. We can have tea and be friends, like we always have. I wouldn’t mind.” he said, his gaze focusing on her. It sharpened now, to something hungrier and deeper than it had been a moment ago.

But then I also wouldn’t mind having you come to my place sometime and having a talk without all of our clothes on, either.” he said.

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Re: Catching up with old friends
« Reply #8 on: Dec 28, 18, 11:55:21 PM »
Maeve flushed as his laughter washed over her.  It wasn’t a mean laugh, it was warm and slid over her skin giving way to emotions she hadn’t allowed herself to entertain… well perhaps not in seriousness. 

“Playing the field?”  she snorted a little in her laugh, “the only thing I’ve been doing in any field is picking plants.”  She let herself laugh at the joke a little more.  “You would think my position would just have all the men flocking my way. Not that I’d want that either.   I always thought it would be like Mother and Father, a love match that was happy.  I’d always have to wonder if someone was looking for my bed only for the connection and closeness it could bring to them in Court.  Of course, they would be foolish if they thought that bedding the Healer would give them prestige and political gain.  Half the time I’m invisible around here, until someone is bleeding or broken or burnt.”  She gave a little dismissive wave of her hand.  “I’m not ungrateful, but it makes me wonder.  Sometimes I envy Lore a little, a Queen’s Bond allows for little doubt for the sincerity of someone’s feelings even if it is Darkness chosen.”

His brash double entendre about the rain made her face flush and she looked up at his face again to catch the heat in his eyes, sending all sorts of tingles down her stomach and between her legs. No, she didn’t need the rain, she just needed to see that hunger in his eyes and that worked just wonderfully.  Heat slid up her throat and she was a little surprised at her reaction.   

She could almost hear Brighe’s teasing voice in her head, telling her to take risks, to jump at chances she would only lament later if she didn’t. She looked at Brennan, a handsome, virile Prince who was not only trusted and interested and made a decision.   She set down her tea on its nearby saucer and rose, moving over to his seat, her own eyes hooding slowly as she let self-consciousness slide off her as she used craft to unfasten her apron and let it fall to the floor.  Her Healer’s gown wasn’t meant to cut a flattering figure.   She lifted herself up to straddle on his lap, hooking her feet on the small beams that rested between each leg.

“We can talk now, and we don’t need to go all the way back to your place,” she said softly, her voice husky.  “Or we don’t have to say much of anything at all,” she whispered as she leaned in to brush her lips against his earlobe.  “Frankly, I’m tired of talking.  I’m ready for something more direct.”   She leaned back to look at his face, her head cocking playfully to the side. “Aren’t you?”

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Re: Catching up with old friends
« Reply #9 on: Jan 28, 19, 02:15:09 AM »
Maeve had a nice laugh. Brennan thought that, in another life, he would have liked to hear it just for the sound of it. She was pent-up and, by her own admission, wary of most men who took interest in her. Brennan didn’t blame her. It was easy to say the right things to get a man or woman into bed. But those in positions of power had to be doubly on-guard because one slip could compromise a Court’s security in dramatic fashion. Loreniel Killian’s court was already compromised through Brighe’s attack on the Queen and everyone was in mourning right now. This was both the best and the worst time to slip in.

There are benefits to being invisible. People speak more freely around you. And you don’t end up in court gossip mill as often.” he said, sipping his own tea. “But the Queen Bond would be a little worse, in my mind. I mean, a Queen can have a good idea of how her males feel about her...but she can’t ever be sure if any love they feel would exist without that tie. And she could never be sure that her feelings were her own and not influenced by a tie.

Lots of men and women make bad choices about the people in their lives because of feelings they can’t keep in check.
” Brennan said, shrugging.

He watched Maeve for a moment, wondering over the thoughts in her head. Aine said that Maeve was a bit of a loner and Brennan understood it. Healers had the worst lot of all the Blood, in his mind. Compassion was a curse he wouldn’t wish on anyone, especially those who weren’t worthy of it. He felt bad that Maeve was tied to Loreniel Kilian, because if anyone was unworthy of compassion or understanding, it was that bitch.

Maeve set her cup down and untied her apron, tossing it aside. Brennan leaned back in his chair and watched her cross the space between them. He smiled as she straddled him and sat down. His hands caressed her back slowly, gently, from her shoulders all the way to the base of her spine. Then they moved over the curve of her ass, where they came to rest as Brennan grasp became firmer.

I’m not done listening to you speak, Maeve. Not even close. But if you’re okay with us being here...you need to lock the door and then take off that gown. If anyone walks in here and sees you naked, I’d have to gouge out their eyes.” Brennan said, a slight growl in his tone.

I don’t want your work getting in the way of our talk.

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Re: Catching up with old friends
« Reply #10 on: Aug 08, 19, 12:53:09 PM »
The growl in his voice, the possessive way his hands slid down her back and gripped into her backside.  Maeve all but let out a soft moan at the strength there.  Not jewel strength but need and desire.  How long had it been since a man looked at her with that much need.    It wasn’t romance or love but she was fast coming to the idea that she would need to simply lose those childish ambitions.  Why dream of a storybook tale when this was far more obtainable.

“I’m tired of being safe and proper,” she said with a huskiness to her voice that gave her own hunger away. “Here, and to hell who knows.”  She would have even gone so far to say that anyone who walked in would have to deal with the sight but she had no doubt that he would fulfill his promise.  Then her blasted need to Heal would kick in and ruin the affair.

She leaned down, capturing his mouth with her own in an aggressive move that startled her usually sensible self.  She was never aggressive, she followed and never led - unless it was in matters of her Craft.  Always the impetus to be in control, always level-headed.  She didn’t want to be in control for once, she didn’t want to be strong.   She used her Blood Opal to craft lock the door and trigger the aural shieldings she had in the walls.  Useful to keep out the sounds of wounded howling, it would serve the purpose of keeping their dalliance quiet so she didn’t have to bee

And she didn’t want to be.

Without lifting away from his grasp, her hands expertly undid the lacing at the front of her bodice to loosen the neckline before pulling the simple shift up over her head where it was tossed away.  She wasn’t as young as she had once been, her belly was softer than it had been a decade before and her breasts not quite as firm but she was still in excellent condition for a woman nearing her 4th decade.

“I don’t want to think anymore Bren, I just want to feel. Your hands, your mouth, your body,” her hands slid down his chest fingers playing on the fabric as she felt the muscles and lines of his body beneath.  “Here is fine to start, I have a bed in the other room if you prefer, hellfire I don’t care if you take me up against the wall.”  Her voice pitched up with emphasis as her fingers slid into his pants.  Her mouth teased on his as she whispered, “You know what they say about Healers as lovers, right?

 

 

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