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Author Topic: Withnail and I  (Read 1027 times)

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Withnail and I
« on: Apr 14, 16, 11:45:15 PM »
Having been away from the courts for two weeks, Withnail was more than ready to be in the company of his Queen, cousin, and friend again.  Really, the blood male needed the contact and his sheep were more than likely tired of him and needed a break from him as much as he needed a break from them.

Withnail walked confidently through the court halls, smiling politely at those who passed him that were members of Blodwyn's court.  They were all kind, complimenting him on what was obviously a new sweater and the very thick, soft blanket in soft, earthy colors tucked under his arm.  Most of them knew why Withnail vanished for weeks at a time, almost always coming back with knitted or woven things he'd made for himself.  The blood male could see that knowledge in their eyes and none of them would dare say a word to his face about it.

As Blodwen liked to call him "the angry crafting type," Withnail worked out most of his built up energy making things.  His cousin had plenty of things that Withnail had made her, some dating back to when they were just children.  Including her own personal flock of stuffed sheep that Withnail had made himself so his cousin could have a piece of him with her even when she was here. 

The only person who would dare say a word to the blood male about his sudden reappearance was the stoic butler that had been terrifying and larger than life when they were children... and was still those things now that they were adults.  Walking past the butler, Withnail stopped to bow respectfully to the older man who gave him a patient look that was slightly concerned and relieved to see him. 

Withnail didn't even need to ask where Blodwen was.  The Butler just knew.  Because he fucking knew everything.  Archibald just motioned towards Blodwen's room with a tilt of his head and headed back to where ever it was he went when he wasn't looming about, probably in the rafters like a humanoid bat. 

Knocking gently on Blodwen's door, Withnail waited for his cousin to answer the door and hopefully let her cousin in.

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Re: Withnail and I
« Reply #1 on: Apr 17, 16, 01:16:03 AM »
Blodwen Lyons, Purple Dusk Queen of Tramore Province, was hiding in her room. She was hiding from her Court, family, and Clan, which was an enormous number of people, despite those three groups largely being one overlapping web. The males were snarly, the females were ever more so, and the whole lot was topped off with one terrifying, and utterly stoic butler. If she were to be reasonable with herself, Blodwen might admit that it would have been simpler to just go see Myrna to have her hands healed than to hide from her own butler. But Myrna had more important wounds to tend to, and Blodwen would not take the Healer from those who needed her, now more than ever.

The Territory was torn. Scelt's land and people both suffered under the new rule of Loreniel Killan. It's not that she was new to the throne, it's that a new way of ruling had emerged from the Sapphire Queen. The new rule allowed a Queen to hold the lives of an entire Clan within her hands, and for her to end those lives without trial, or judgment, or consequence. Loreniel had butchered and destroyed the Sheane Clan, then cast out the remaining living members by naming them anathema, the blood of their kin still bright on her hands. 

This was a new Scelt, and it was one Blodwen was struggling to live in, let alone rule in.

When the soft knock came at her door, she almost didn't answer it. With a heavy sigh, she set down the book she had been reading and folded her hands in her lap in a way she hoped would hide the bandages. "Come in," she called, hoping that her refusal to get up from her seat would indicate that she did not want to be disturbed.







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Re: Withnail and I
« Reply #2 on: Apr 17, 16, 01:13:26 PM »
It wasn't like Blodwen to not answer the door herself.  The fact that she was just beaconing him in made Withnail suspicious.  Cracking the door, Withnail peeked his head into the room, seeing Blodwen sitting in a chair by herself.  Odd.  The blood male offered his beloved cousin a soft smile before stepping into the room and shutting the door behind him.  "Hey, Wen.  It's just me.  I'm back."

Blodwen was always the first person that Withnail saw whenever he was coming back from a long week away.  Not only to assure his Queen that he was still alive, but because Blodwen was one of his closest friends and he'd missed her.  And Withnail was enough of a man to admit that. 

Walking into the room, Withnail took one look at his cousin and immediately noticed her hands tucked protectively in her lap.  The bandages were a dead give away and the answer to all of his questions.  Cursing under his breath, Withnail approached Blodwen's chair and knelt in front of her.  What had she done?  This was why Withnail hated leaving.  He couldn't protect his Queen while he was stuck out in the middle of nowhere. 

With as much care as Withnail's rough hands could muster, the blood male dropped the blanket on the arm of the chair and took his Queen's hands in his.  The bandages weren't fresh.  No wonder she was hiding.  Turning her hands over, Withnail grumbled at the dried blood and salve stuck to the bandages.  "Wenny.  What in the name of Darkness happened to you? Why aren't these healed?"

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Re: Withnail and I
« Reply #3 on: Jun 13, 16, 02:42:22 AM »
It had been mere wishful thinking that whoever was at her door would be willing to simply leave her be. It wasn't the way of her Court, because it wasn't the way of the Lyons Clan. They all lived on top of each other, family, Court, and life all blurring together in one large, and very loud, mass. Most of the time, Blodwen loved it. Being surrounded by her family gave her so much strength and surety. She was generally able to handle her anxiety around them as well, knowing them as intimately as she did, even if her feelings of failure often flitted at the edge of her vision.

Her annoyance was short lived. Withnail. Eyes softening, she took a deep breath, and allowed the subtle scent of blood nail to fill her nostrils. Withnail. She didn't pull away when he gently took her hands. Instead, her cheeks flushed pink, embarrassed that she hadn't taken care of his Queen. It was one thing for Blodwen to not take care of herself. It was quite another when she was reminded, quite bluntly, that even her body did not belong solely to her. It belonged to the people who served her, and loved her, and, especially, the precious few who were bound to her. Not caring for herself was easily dismissed. Mistreating Withnail's Queen was not.

"It's nothing. Scratches from the garden. I didn't want to be a bother." The words sounded weak and rather ridiculous, even to her own ears. She was the Queen of the Province, the only Lyons Queen currently ruling, at least until her younger sister came of age. She was allowed to take up space, and take up time. More than that, she had a duty and a responsibility to do so. And she knew Myrna would be furious if she found out. But first, she would need to deal with Withnail.

She stood and pulled her hands gently from Withnail before wrapping her arms around his neck. She wasn't normally this openly affectionate, but right now, there was nothing she wanted more than to feel safe. Rhys was at the Court he truly belonged to. Davos had forsaken her. So many were dead. Surrounded by family, she still felt haunted by the ghosts of both the living and the dead.

Withnail was here in front of her, warm and alive. He often went away, relishing the freedom and quiet of the hills of Scelt alone with his flock, but he always came back. She hugged him, pulling him close to her, and pressed her cheek against his chest. He was right, of course. Her hands ached, which was needless. Sometimes, she didn't feel she could shoulder it all. Sometimes, not taking care of herself felt like a small form of rebellion against the crushing weight of it all.







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Re: Withnail and I
« Reply #4 on: Jun 18, 16, 03:36:08 PM »
Withnail always loved being greeted by Blodwen whenever he returned.  But this time... her greeting was different.  What had happened while he was gone?  Surely, he had been gone longer than he'd planned this time but if something had happened, Blodwen would have called.  About toppling at Blodwen's huge, Withnail wrapped his arms tightly around his cousin and held her tightly to him.  "Hey.  Woah.  Wenny what's wrong?"

Stroking his cousin's hair gently as his Queen pressed to him tightly.  Something had gone wrong.  Withnail had vanished and Blodwen had been left to deal with... what?  What was going on?  If Blodwen was feeling like a burden on her court, nothing good is what had happened.  Concerned with what he had missed, Withnail looked down at his cousin, afraid of what he needed to tell her.

Instead of jumping right in, Withnail reached for the heavy blanket he had thrown on Blodwen's chair and offered it to his beloved cousin and friend.  He always brought her a gift, always.  Initially, it had been a gift to hopefully get him a little forgiveness for his rashness with another Queen, but now it was looking like Withnail was going to have to smooth over something else as well.

No wonder the butler had told him he was glad to see him.  Archibald understood Withnail's worth to Blodwen almost more than he did.  Withnail's only concern was that he wouldn't be enough this time.  "I brought you something.  I'm sorry I was gone so long.  A lot has happened.  What... what did I miss?"

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Re: Withnail and I
« Reply #5 on: Dec 14, 17, 04:26:30 AM »
Blodwen smiled as her cousin handed her the beautifully woven blanket. She brought it to her cheek, feeling the softness that was one of the hallmarks of Lyons wool. She could recognize it almost anywhere. While she had been raised to rule, and some of the Lyons had been raised to serve and support that rule, the majority of the Clan were shepherds and weavers. Some, like Withnail, enjoyed both. Tucked on the bookshelf next to her bed was the herd of sheep he had made her when they were younger, a consistent presence to remind her both of him and the livelihood of their Clan.

"Thank you. It's beautiful." Blodwen liked to be outside, even in the dead of winter. The more blankets she could layer over her or wrap around her, the better. The Court tended to grump at her much less if she was wrapped up in as many layers of wool as possible. Considering how much she enjoyed the warmth, it was one of the few things she and the Court tended to agree on when it came to her habits.

"I suppose you wouldn't have heard of Loreniel's declaration. It wasn't enough that she killed the Sheane Queen and so many of the Clan. She has outlawed the Sheane Clan. No one can wear their Tartan, none can carry their name with pride or respect, and no Queen bearing the name can rule. It is an old ability, an archaic one. To place the wrongs of some on all. Her hands aren't even clean of their blood, and she has now ruined the futures of any who survived her slaughter."

Blodwen glanced down into her lap, ashamed still of the bandages there and making a promise to herself she would see her hands healed soon. "Withnail, what kind of Queen could do that to another? To an entire Clan?" When she looked up at him again, her eyes shone with tears she stubbornly refused to allow to fall.







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Re: Withnail and I
« Reply #6 on: Mar 25, 18, 01:30:47 PM »
Withnail wasn't one for politics.  He was often far too busy caring for his herd and weaving their wool to focus on what was happening in the courts.  It was almost a little selfish that the Blood Male could just close himself off from the plight of those around him.  Except when it came to Wenny.  His cousin had been left to deal with the aftermath of Loreniel's  choices.

He didn't understand why a Queen would want to create such a divide amongst her people.  If Wenny's reaction was any indicator how most of the Blood probably felt, Withnail was almost sure that Loreniel was only acting for herself and not the needs of her people.  "I have only ever known kind Queens.  So I couldn't speak as to what would make a female treat her people in such a way."

The Blood Male frowned at his cousin's tears left unshed.  He couldn't ignore her pain and guilt bit into him.  He'd been selfish with his time again.  As if that horrifying butler was listening to their conversation and could feel Withnail's pain for his cousin, a set of clean bandages appeared on the table next to them.  A silent command to step up for his Queen. 

With a sigh, Withnail took the bandages and knelt at his beloved cousin's feet.  He wasn't built to work in the Courts and he wasn't a politician.  But Withnail could sooth his cousin like many couldn't.  His calloused hands were careful as he took Blodwen's hands and removed the bandages. 

Tisking quietly, Withnail took the washcloth from the basin that had appeared as well, he carefully cleaned the cuts on Wenny's hands before blowing them dry.  As the Blood Male worked he hummed a tune from their childhood.  One that had been sang to them as children without cares they had now.

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Re: Withnail and I
« Reply #7 on: May 05, 18, 03:58:43 AM »
"I have only ever known kind Queens."

Blodwen couldn't help but smile. Her mother, her sister,  even their ward, Alis, were kind in heart and action. Wen knew that Withnail thought the same of her. Momentarily, she wished she, too, could say she only knew kind Queens. If ever such a world existed, Blodwen had never known it.

The Purple Dusk Queen did not even flinch when the bandages suddenly appeared. She was growing used to Archibald's little invasions into her life. She was sure he would consider them polite suggestions, but she knew better. The Lyons' Butler knew how to call every member of the Clan to the floor when needed. The Queen herself was no exception. If anything, he seemed even harder on her.

At first it had seemed unfair. But slowly she was growing to understand that he expected great things of her because he believed she could in fact be a great Queen.

Reluctantly, she offered her cousin her hands. She didn't want him to fuss over her, but she knew it would likely do them both some good to just allow it. Besides, she would rather him than Archibald for certain.

As he pulled the old bandages free, small, sharp hisses escaped from between her teeth as the cloth stuck to the dried blood on her skin in several places. The water stung, even as Withnail was gentle in his approach. She had to stop herself from pulling her hands away, schooling herself to be a good patient. He hummed as he worked and she could feel the song soothe her. Her emotions receeded from being so close to the surface she thought she might drown trying to hold them in.

"Thank you, Withnail," she said softly. She watched as he wrapped her hands in fresh bandages. "I don't know what will happen. Not to Tramore, not to Scelt. This is not a time for kind Queens. What if I'm not able to do what needs to be done to protect us?"