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Post by mara on Nov 20, 2009 15:52:22 GMT -8
It was late afternoon, but 23-year-old Devlin Tiernan found himself in the small stables adjoining the residence of Sir Gavin Farley, the knight who he was squiring under. He had gotten up at dawn, something Dev still despised despite all the years he had been training since running away from his family's country estate. Being able to sleep in an hour or two past dawn had been one of the few pleasures he had in the suffocating environment. But his desire to become a knight and follow in the footsteps of his brothers, footsteps he should have been originally allowed to follow in, trumped his comfortable former lifestyle.
Dev actually sort of liked the small humble home of Sir Gavin. After being in the large country estate for almost his entire life and having sprawling acres at his disposal, he had been surprised at how easily he adjusted to the staggeringly smaller building. Besides training and meals and his little free time, Dev didn't need much more than a bedroom to call his own. Even though it was the guest room of a low-ranked knight.
Not that Sir Gavin wasn't skilled. No, he had been a highly regarded warrior in his younger years. And he had come recommended by his grandfather, Baron Hightower. But the man was older now and a little soft around the edges after living a bit beyond his means earlier in his life. Dev knew there were better knights out there he could learn under, and he knew that Sir Gavin was one of the few that would consider training an older squire, even with the Baron's money in his purse. But he didn't feel like he was lacking anything. Sometimes they would join other knight and squire pairs for some friendly swordfights. The young man liked to think that he held his own, not because he was older and taller but because of his natural skill and additional training from Sir Gavin.
Because of his relaxed life, though, a life lived very much alone, Sir Gavin would give Dev an evening off once a week, sometimes a whole day. Training day and night got repetitive and he believed his young charge deserved some recreation time. Plus, Dev thought, the older man used his time without the squire to visit lady friends or take in some card games and wagers. It wasn't for him to judge, though. He was happy for the time to ride into town and spend some time with Whiskey.
Which is why he was now in the small stable, greeting his tall chestnut Arabian stallion. Whiskey nickered at him at the sight of his master going through the door and heading towards his stall. Rascal, as well, greeted Dev before going back to nibbling at his hay. The black Cyldesdale was a workhorse from his family's estate, a horse he had taken with him into the city for training. Pulling an apple out of his breeches, he let Rascal chomp on it before continuing on to Whiskey. For his favorite, he pulled out a few cubes of sugar, which the stallion lapped up eagerly as Dev went for the horse's gear.
The blanket, saddle and bridle went on easily. Whiskey had been trained by him himself and always loved going for a ride. He could be a gentle horse when tacked up, but once Dev let him out, he had a mind of his own. And Dev usually let him have it. The horse nuzzled his hair, making even more of a mess of the brown mop he wore on his head. Devlin laughed at his horse as he finished up cinching the last straps.
He mounted up and clucked to his horse, walking him out of the stable doors, shutting them with his hand as he brought Whiskey up next to it. Now it was time to finally start his rare free time from training and Sir Gavin. Time to head through the streets of Dublin and see if there were any interesting people about, especially ladies. Dev squeezed Whiskey into a trot and they headed around a few blocks until they were in the city center.
The sun still had a couple hours till it set, but it was a brisk day and Dev pulled his jacket a little closer. He was dressed simply in brown breeches, a white shirt and a worn brown coat, his boots tucked into the stirrups. Knowing he didn't look the part of the knight didn't stop him from putting on a bright smile as Whiskey trotted through the streets looking for some entertainment to be had.
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Post by Delilah Delaqua on Nov 23, 2009 4:52:37 GMT -8
Oh no I just keep on falling
(Back to the same old…)
And where’s hope when misery comes crawling?
(Oh my way, Ay…)
With your faith you’ll trigger a landslide
(victory)
To kill off this common sense of mind
Sitting huddled in the corner next to the window, Lila looked outside the pub’s window, trying to see through the dust, which had been acquired over time in this dirty place, which with all perfect reasoning she shouldn’t have been there, except her somewhat well to her mind desperate need of some sort of drink, brought her to come into the dirty pub. Groaning as she turned away and placed her head in her hands, her bottle of whiskey sitting in front of her she thought about what she’d been in Dublin trying to find, trying to do, with a very likely case of failure riding at her back she peeked through her fingers, wondering why the hec even started this stupid little quest of hers.
Sighing she lifted her head out of her hands and grasping the bottle she took a swig, still holding it in both hands a unruly looking man came towards her table. His dirty looking hands sling along the rotted wood, as he slid into the seat beside, moving closer to the window as she breathed in deeply as his smell of everything rotten reached her nose, still a little delicate after a recent cold. Scrunching her nose a little she just sat there, then stifling a gasp as she realised she was trapped against the window next to this man who out of the corner of her eye could see his hand going along the seat slowly towards her leg.
Turning to face him she then said her voice polite however taut in its speech, “May ye move out of ye’s way so I can get through.” Her hood thankfully up she watched his hand creep ever closer to her, finally brushing the side of her thigh. Startled a little at the touch she grimaced as she stared at him again her emerald eyes sparking a little as he said nothing just looked back at her a dirty smile ripping through his ragged features.
Her grimace still in place upon her pale delicate features Lila moved and stood up on the chair turning away from the man and just as she opened the window and was about to climb out he had grabbed her calf and started pulling on her. Already halfway out the window she heard grumbled loudly, muttering insignificant curses, hearing the bar tender start shouting whether it was her not or not she didn’t care much as she kept on growling, “Let go of me!” to the man behind her pulling on her leg as she tried to pull herself out the window. “Ye stupid buffoon let go of me!” Lila nearly half growled, half yelled, causing some of the late afternoon shoppers to turn an stare at her half out the bar window, her hands holding tight on the ledge, going very white as she held on for what seemed like forever.
It takes acquired minds to taste, to taste, to taste this wine
You can’t down it with your eyes
So we don’t need the headlines
We don’t need the headlines
We just want…
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Word count:482
Mood:alright
Notes:hehe hi!!! hope the post is good XD
Lyric Credit:Born For This~ Paramore
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Post by mara on Nov 24, 2009 15:23:04 GMT -8
(((No worries.  )) From the twitch of Whiskey's ear and his subsequent snort, the chestnut stallion heard the commotion a few seconds before Dev noticed it as well. Slowly his horse to a walk with a few mumbled words, the young man looked around him, glancing through the street and various store fronts. All he could see at the moment were couples strolling together, a few children hurrying home for dinner, some maids with bags and boxes piled high trotting after their mistresses. Nothing out of the ordinary. With a shrug, he jostled his horse back into a brisker walk. The afternoon he had off from training with Sir Gavin was so far turning into something rather dull. It wasn't that he was looking for excitement; Dev just wanted something to do. If all else failed--seeing that all the ladies he saw at the moment were thusly occupied with beaus--he'd just stop by for a drink and catch up on the local gossip at his favorite pub. But he needn't have worried. Coming up on an intersection of the cobblestoned streets, he heard the yelling again. And again Whiskey's ears were twitching with the horse's curiosity. Stopping his horse, he peered around the corner, seeing a definite commotion going on down the way, with a few onlookers staring in the direction of what looked to be a pub. Dev patted his horse. "It's only a pub brawl, Whisk. No need to--" That scream, it didn't sound male. Wondering if a lady was in distress--could he hope for such luck?--he spurred Whiskey around the corner and towards the small crowd that had gathered nearby one of the pub's windows. Dev didn't see any young ladies in distress, but what looked like a young boy hanging onto dear life as another man tried to pull him back through the window. He shook his head; there was so much crime yet in Dublin. War made people desperate. Whiskey walked forward a few paces of his own accord, Dev having loosened his grip on the reins to investigate the situation. The man inside the pub didn't seem to be angry about stolen property, but yet was trying to drag the poor boy back into the busy room. Dev focused. The man inside seemed more intent on pulling the boy's clothes off than anything else. Confused, he pulled his glance away to look over the boy with a shock of orange-red hair. And a very delicate and fair face. Seeing his mistake at last he pushed his horse through the crowd, coming up to the open window and the young woman hanging out of it. Dev's normally well-tuned eyesight had been deceived by the girl's lack of feminine clothing. But now that he was closer, he could definitely tell it was not a boy the man in the pub was grasping after. And obviously not because she stole anything. What better time for a knight, er, knight-in-training to step in, he thought. With the horse coming through them, the people began dispersing, watching from a safer distance. Dev tried to assess the situation quickly. He could go in the pub and just fight the man inside. But without his sword he was rather useless in a fight. So he'd have to take his chance outside with the girl. Quickly he dismounted, and keeping ahold of the reins, moved towards her and held out his free hand. "Here, lass, take my hand." Without even waiting for an explanation of the situation, Dev had gone to his own conclusion: this girl was in the wrong and being assaulted for no reason. He had had no choice but to save her. It was the right thing to do. Questions could be asked later. "Let go of her, you ox," he shouted to the man still holding onto her. "She has no quarrel with you." |
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Post by Delilah Delaqua on Nov 25, 2009 4:06:29 GMT -8
Oh no I just keep on falling
(Back to the same old…)
And where’s hope when misery comes crawling?
(Oh my way, Ay…)
With your faith you’ll trigger a landslide
(victory)
To kill off this common sense of mind
Still trying to pull herself away she barely heard the deep voice which now resounded in front of her, telling the man behind her to let her go. Growling as finally her smarter mind kicked in and she at last decided to kick the man in the chest with her free leg. Feeling his grip slacken slightly she looked up, just about pull away as she saw a pair of deep blue eyes, when the man behind her grabbed her again by both legs this time and made her hold on even tighter looking down again to keep herself there.
Hearing the man’s voice behind her yell out the window to the other man who stood in front of her, “Why should I, she’s just another wench wanting a good time,” his bitter laugh resounding behind her as she then looked up into a young but handsome face, (not particularly caring about that at the moment of course) and grounded out loudly through clenched teeth, “Grabbing me now would be nice ye idiot.” Her voice straining as she tried to kick her knuckles paler than ever as she gripped on the window sill.
It takes acquired minds to taste, to taste, to taste this wine
You can’t down it with your eyes
So we don’t need the headlines
We don’t need the headlines
We just want…
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Word count:193
Mood:alright
Notes:its short =0 sorry =) lol
Lyric Credit:Born For This~ Paramore
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Post by mara on Nov 25, 2009 14:51:36 GMT -8
Dev's eyes clouded over at the word of the man trying to pull the girl back inside the pub. Just the fact that she was desperately trying to get out of the window didn't clash with the man's words that she wanted to be with him. Obviously he was a drunk man and also a bit starved for a woman's attention. And Dev was not going to give the satisfaction of receiving it from this girl.
The struggle between the two people was getting more heated; him pulling her even more tightly just when she had gotten some leverage against him. The crowd was closing in again, and Whiskey stomped a hoof, shaking his head. Normally a well-mannered horse, even the stallion's patience could be tested. He snorted a couple times and struck out with a back hoof any time someone got a little too close to him.
He saw that the girl wouldn't be able to take his hand and ran through his options again, just about the same time he heard her biting remark about his relative intelligence. Dev's face went a little red at the comment, but he forced any sharp reply away. There was no time to take part in a contest of wills and words, when this girl was hanging halfway out of a window with a drunk oaf attached to her backside.
Letting Whiskey be, sure that the horse would remain, Dev pushed closer to the window. "Forgive me," he said, just before he reached up and grabbed her above the waist, his arms pining her arms against her. "This could get rough." Dev yanked hard and stepped back from the window, hoping that the drunk man's reflexes were dulled enough for the alcohol he had recently imbibed.
This time to the man inside, "It doesn't look like the young lady here is wantin' your attentions, sir," with an ugly emphasis on the 'sir' that contained anything but respect. "She has her pick of the city, and you think she'd want you?" Dev knew it was quite possibly a vast exaggeration because he had no idea who the girl was who he was helping. But it sounded good at the time. "Now, le go!" He wrapped his arms a bit tighter and pulled again, waiting for her to come free from the other man's grasp.
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Post by Delilah Delaqua on Nov 26, 2009 4:56:52 GMT -8
Oh no I just keep on falling
(Back to the same old…)
And where’s hope when misery comes crawling?
(Oh my way, Ay…)
With your faith you’ll trigger a landslide
(victory)
To kill off this common sense of mind
Still trying to kick she looked up again see him stand there for a second as though going through options of what to do. Growling again she looked down again at her white knuckles gripping onto the sill not listening to any other noise but her own grunting and the man’s behind her dirty little words. Then suddenly feeling strong arms grab her just above the waist, suddenly pinning her own arms against her sides, she looked up to see a chest in front of her as he then said, “This could get rough.” A small scream coming from her as she was then yanked quite roughly away from the window, her hands slipping from the sill as it happened.
The man behind her trying to pull her back as he then answered, “Why’d she want anyone else, she just a little wench who needs her pretty little arse smacking,” his bitter laugh floating through the window as the man in front of her arms tightened a little, and yanked her again, completely free of the man behind her out the window and forward. The man in front of her then becoming unbalanced, making him fall backwards and onto the ground.
Hearing a hoof noise she looked up from where her face was buried in his chest to see a horse, then to the sides to see a crowd dispersing as the entertainment stopped. The looking down she pulled she pulled her arms out of the man’s slacking grip as she then pushed herself up to look down at him properly, “thank you for that,” she said looking into his eyes, a small smile appearing on her face as she then felt her face heat up, his hands still at her waist.
It takes acquired minds to taste, to taste, to taste this wine
You can’t down it with your eyes
So we don’t need the headlines
We don’t need the headlines
We just want…
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Word count:292
Mood:meh
Notes:sorry for the little powerplay i think its little tell me if its not ok.... i think this is a crap post anyways... lol
Lyric Credit:Born For This~ Paramore
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Post by mara on Nov 27, 2009 13:38:12 GMT -8
(((Nah, it's all right. I was rather expecting him to fall over anyway))).
In a quick show of intelligence, Devlin opted to ignore the pub man's ensuing banter and to focus instead on getting the girl released from his pull. The second try did the trick, but he had miscalculated the degree of force and exertion. Once the other man let go, Dev was left going in the opposite direction with the girl in grip of his arms. Suffice to say, his attempted rescue, though completed, was rather awkward.
He managed to keep his balance for a couple of steps as he went backward until the weight and backwards movement left him with no place to go but down. Not wanting to let go of the girl to bounce along the street, he closed his eyes and braced himself for his backside to meet the cobblestones. Dev grunted, a small pain momentarily slicing up his back.
Letting go of the girl then, as Whiskey stepped forward to learn down to nuzzle his master's hair, Dev gently pushed aside his horse and slowly sat up. He forwent any reply to her as he made sure nothing was broken or unattached from his body. And after a cursory look at the pub to see that the man wasn't pursuing the matter now that his prey had left the premises, he finally turned his gaze on the girl he had just rescued. Dev nodded at her. "No one deserves to be treated like that."
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Post by Delilah Delaqua on Nov 29, 2009 4:14:44 GMT -8
Oh no I just keep on falling
(Back to the same old…)
And where’s hope when misery comes crawling?
(Oh my way, Ay…)
With your faith you’ll trigger a landslide
(victory)
To kill off this common sense of mind
Waiting for a reply as she felt her face heat up, Lila looked downwards away from his eyes and towards his chest which was straight. Scolding herself mentally as she stared down at wide expanse which was hidden underneath a clean white shirt, which was underneath his worn brown coat. The word ‘idiot’ repeating itself over and over in her head she then looked up again at his statement, a slight startled that he could say something so surely. So many in her life having thought she deserved what she got as she moved from ship to ship, city to city, each place different but the same.
Feeling a little awkward she couldn’t exactly think of anything to answer, did she really need to answer him though. Thinking about this for a little she looked down again as she held herself above him, the palms of her hands digging into the cobblestone road.
Straddling his hips Lila blushed, her pale face warming up as she pushed herself up a little too quickly, falling backwards on her bum on the cobblestones, in between his legs. Muttering an, “ouch”, her hands on the ground behind her she sat there looking down as her feet sat on either side of his hips wondering why did she have to be so clumsy, she’d met plenty of young men before.... but only when they were drunk, she thought dismally as she hated the way she blushed, she didn’t like being a damsel in distress.
It takes acquired minds to taste, to taste, to taste this wine
You can’t down it with your eyes
So we don’t need the headlines
We don’t need the headlines
We just want…
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Word count:249
Mood:good XD
Notes:nought for today lol
Lyric Credit:Born For This~ Paramore
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Post by mara on Nov 30, 2009 14:11:54 GMT -8
Devlin took the time then to gather a better look at his, their, surroundings, not noticing right away that the girl he had just saved was turning a very bright shade of red, almost matching her hair. The pub seemed to have quieted down, the man inside still not exiting, and the crowd had dispersed, leaving the two of them sitting almost in the middle of the small street with Whiskey standing near them. The problem needed to be remedied.
He was just gathering himself to stand up, when he looked back and saw the girl trying to do the same but losing the battle. Seeing her face again for the first time since their rather heavy landing against the cobbles, he took her embarrassment as merely because she fell back down again. Moving his legs into a crouch and then standing, he leaned over and offered a hand to her. Dev flashed a smile, "Here, lass, let me help you."
Once she was also upright, on her two feet, he ran his hands roughly down his breeches, brushing off any dust and dirt. Just because he didn't like to wear finery, didn't mean he couldn't keep his plain clothes clean. Another remnant of his upbringing in his mother's household that came unconsciously to him.
Whiskey neighed then, coming back to stand by his master, his dark eyes staring unwavering at the girl nearby. Dev ran a hand along the stallion's neck, settling him down before turning to look at the girl he had saved from a messy situation in the pub. "Can we drop you off somewhere, miss? Do you ride?"
At a snort from his horse, his face colored over slightly before regaining its natural hue. Of course, where were his manners? Dev cleared his throat before quickly adding with another smile, easily sliding into his usual flirting mode, "Name's Devlin Tiernan, knight of His Majesty's." It was only a short white lie, one he used to get close to anyone of the feminine and young and pretty persuasion. But so far, when they eventually found out it was a lie, he hadn't been able to keep their attention. Even so, it was his standby, and he used it here.
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Post by Delilah Delaqua on Dec 7, 2009 18:46:48 GMT -8
Oh no I just keep on falling
(Back to the same old…)
And where’s hope when misery comes crawling?
(Oh my way, Ay…)
With your faith you’ll trigger a landslide
(victory)
To kill off this common sense of mind
After being helped up suddenly Lila came up a little too fast, wobbling a tad she stopped herself by placing her hand on his arm. Blushing, she quickly moved her arm away to her side and then listening to him looked down at the ground her hands in her coat pockets and said, “Nay, I don’t know about there being somewhere for me to go, but I do ride.” Smiling she moved her gaze upwards to see his horse standing beside him the dark eyes boring into her.
Turning her head slightly to look at Devlin she had to lift her head a bit to see his face as there was a height difference. Smiling a little close to laughing she listened to his and watched his persona change a quickly but easily to be a little more flirty. But standing there smiling she didn’t want to interrupt rudely with laughing. She certainly knew where there was lying as she been around people who lied to get what they want her whole life, but letting him go on she then answered politely, “Pleasure to meet you sir,” an innocent placed on her face she went on introducing herself, “Name’s Lila Delaqua.” Standing there her hands sliding out of her coat pockets and was now in front of her as she looked up squinting a little at the sun as it was bright behind Devlin.
It takes acquired minds to taste, to taste, to taste this wine
You can’t down it with your eyes
So we don’t need the headlines
We don’t need the headlines
We just want…
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Word count:234
Mood:meh
Notes:i don't think this is a good post sorry =)
Lyric Credit:Born For This~ Paramore
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Post by mara on Dec 8, 2009 13:47:00 GMT -8
"The pleasure's all mine, I'm sure, Lila," Dev said with a grin. Now that they were both upright, he could see that she wasn't quite as young as he had first thought. Still younger than he was, but not the young innocent little girl he thought he had been saving. There was a sort of worldly quality about her, as if she had had to grow up faster than she had need to.
He turned back to her earlier words, wondering if perhaps he had been wrong earlier when rescuing her, explaining to the man in the pub that he was going after the wrong girl. That this Lila wasn't a street prostitute. But now he wasn't so sure. Even not spending much time in the city with his training, he knew what sketchy things lay around in the darkest parts of Dublin. However, if he had had that knowledge before coming across her, Dev knew that he wouldn't have acted any differently. His strong aversion to slavery extended to the mistreatment of women, in all social classes.
Dev spoke up then. "No place to go? You have no home, lass? No parents?" His mind was turning over quickly then, wondering what he would do with her. He couldn't bring her back to Sir Gavin's. There was no room there, plus, Dev knew that the old knight might take the girl's presence in an entirely different manner. But he also couldn't leave her here in the street as prey to another man like the one he had just helped her escape from. "Can we at least take you away from this place?"
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