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Feb 10, 2021 12:41:54 GMT -5
Post by achromatic on Feb 10, 2021 12:41:54 GMT -5
Mars stood up, ready to head into the bathroom when Elise came in to push him back down onto the bed. Stay here? He frowned. Was she in trouble? Did something happen? He was about to argue but the look on her face meant that this was not a debate. He simply nodded, staying on the bed. It wasn't as if he could dictate anything anyway, but he was cautious. After all, if whoever her guest was meant trouble, well Mars wasn't above interfering.
He waited until she closed the door, before moving closer, crouching next to it so that his shadow wouldn't be seen, listening carefully in case she needed help.
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Feb 10, 2021 12:57:01 GMT -5
Post by nostalgic on Feb 10, 2021 12:57:01 GMT -5
The light fairy that Elise let into the house, Tristan, looked as uppity as ever. Their conversation began cordially enough, and they chatted about the farm and the weather as Elise put on a pot of tea and Tristan sat down at the table. It was easy enough to hear them, since the kitchen was next to Mars's spare room. It was unclear why he had been ordered to hide until the conversation topic changed.
"The boy looks strong. Is he in good health?" The man's voice drifted underneath the door, faintly nasally in tone.
"Charlie's healthy. He better be, with how much fresh air and good food he gets," Elise affirmed. There was the clinking of teacups being set down before the man spoke again.
"There haven't been any changes since my last visit, correct? No other men in your life? Nobody the boy could mistake as a father figure?"
Elise seemed exasperated when she spoke again. "Of course not. I would think that you'd trust me to follow the rules after ten years."
"Good. Because if there's any question of parentage... well, you know how easily all of this could vanish. And you can't exactly go home."
"No, I can't. I assure you I'm doing everything you told me. I'm not a child."
"You are young still- and you were nearly a child when his lordship was with you. Of course it's necessary to check in on you. Is the allowance a sufficient one?"
"It suits us just fine. We have all we need."
"Very well. I must be going- I have other duties to attend to." There was a rustling of plates and cups, and the voices faded away again, having some indistinct goodbye by the front door.
After a long pause, Elise opened the door, raising her eyebrows at Mars. "You're good to use the shower now, by the way." She was hoping if she didn't bring up the conversation, he wouldn't mention it.
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Feb 10, 2021 19:49:38 GMT -5
Post by achromatic on Feb 10, 2021 19:49:38 GMT -5
He wasn't eavesdropping to be nosy, per se, he just wanted to make sure Elise was safe. After all, the girl saved his life, and well, there were still people looking for him, and if that meant danger to the two of them...well, he wouldn't be able to live with himself after that. He sat there, ear to the door, only to find that the conversation was rather normal. The weather, the farm, tea, Charlie...he was about to relax and simply head back to the bed when the conversation changed.
Oh? He frowned. There wasn't much to glean from the conversation. Something about parentage, something that sounded like a threat. Mars furrowed his brow, something about a lord? He didn't need to be a genius to put two and two together. She was here because of something that happened, and there was a lord involved, and she was...a child? Mars could assume the worst; he knew how some of the rich and powerful had...unusual tastes. He clenched his fist at the thought of it.
Rich men with too much power made him sick. There was more than just one reason why he was in this trade, after all. They always made the poor and desperate do their dirty work, and that was always something he could empathise with.
He returned to his bed as the footsteps of the man disappeared out the door, and the next thing he knew, Elise was standing in the doorway. A shower, right. Shifting his shoulders uncomfortably, he was quiet as he went to shower. It was a relief to use his powers again, to be able to function with two 'hands' once more, but all too soon he was clean and out of the bath with a towel around his waist. Putting some pants back on, he was rubbing the towel through his hair as he entered the kitchen once more.
"Would it be a bother to get some fresh gauze?" he asked, "the other one was a bit dirty."
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Feb 10, 2021 20:19:52 GMT -5
Post by nostalgic on Feb 10, 2021 20:19:52 GMT -5
"Of course," Elise said, stirring from where she had been sitting, looking out at the wheat fields through the back window. She hated Tristan's visits, since they reminded her of just how stuck in this life she was. Mars return shook her out of her reverie and she stood, rooting through the closet until she found the gauze.
"Here," she said, unraveling it and moving to wrap it around the wound on his chest. She didn't seem bothered by his bare torso, keeping a professional attitude about the whole thing. He was a wounded man, after all, not a hookup. "Would you like any tea? I can get the pot on."
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Feb 10, 2021 20:36:15 GMT -5
Post by achromatic on Feb 10, 2021 20:36:15 GMT -5
He sat down, silent as Elise started on her work once more. He never refused a pot of tea, and he nodded with a quick thanks as she moved to make him tea. He debated whether it was worth asking, but she seemed distracted. Whoever that was, it was important, it seemed.
"Was that Charlie's father?" he asked, feigning ignorance of the conversation. It wasn't too out there to suggest that; after all, she did make him hide when the man came.
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Feb 10, 2021 20:45:01 GMT -5
Post by nostalgic on Feb 10, 2021 20:45:01 GMT -5
"No," she said, watching the water boil. "It was his father's servant. I wasn't lying when I said I haven't seen his father since the pregnancy. I do see Tristan every few months though. I apologize for making you hide. He wasn't due for another week."
Sensing he would want more information, she continued to speak as she dunked the tea bags in the hot water. "Tristan makes sure we're provided for. That comes with... stipulations. But it's worth the trade, to make sure Charlie is taken care of. I was disowned for being a harlot, and I have no useful skills to make money for us."
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Feb 11, 2021 6:02:45 GMT -5
Post by achromatic on Feb 11, 2021 6:02:45 GMT -5
He frowned at that. "I'm sorry about that, it doesn't sound right," he replied. It sounded horrible really, to be stuck somewhere without a way out. Mars had never enjoyed staying in one place; he was a traveller by nature and an adventurer by heart. The thought of having to lay down roots had always terrified him, and perhaps that was the reason he felt so strongly about this.
She was wrong about one thing, though. "I'm sure that's not true. Sleeping with a man doesn't make you a harlot, and I really doubt you have no marketable skills," he snorted, giving her a look, "looks to me you've got everything managed well here on your own. You can cook, you can take care of a child while juggling everything on your own...seems like you're a lot more capable than you're saying if you ask me."
It was true. There were few people who could manage to run a household even with the means to do so, and here she was on her own, trying to do just that.
He shrugged. "I feel like you're selling yourself short; if you really wanted to, you could definitely make a living out there," he mused, before chuckling quietly, "I'd hire you as a chef if I could."
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Feb 11, 2021 9:30:41 GMT -5
Post by nostalgic on Feb 11, 2021 9:30:41 GMT -5
"My father could have forgiven my sleeping around," Elise said as she poured the tea into small cups, bringing one to Mars along with the sugar bowl. "But I conceived the bastard of a married man, a powerful one at that, and that was the last straw for him."
Just as quickly as she could confess her pregnancy, she had been exiled to this lovely, homey prison. She loved Charlie more than anything, but gone were her dreams of university, of traveling, of settling down eventually with someone who loved her.
The idea of working as a chef for Mars was a nice, if impossible, one. She smiled at him, shoulders drooping slightly as she sipped her tea. "You're kind, Mars. I can run a household, certainly. But I'm not exactly allowed to hold any other jobs, so I have no experience. I'm meant to stay here until Charlie is grown. And then... well, who knows what will happen?"
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Feb 11, 2021 9:50:58 GMT -5
Post by achromatic on Feb 11, 2021 9:50:58 GMT -5
Mars frowned, cracking his knuckles under the table. He didn't want to pity her; she didn't seem like the kind of girl who needed–or even wanted–that. Whoever powerful man was the father, well, it was a good thing he didn't know, because if he did, well, he was never much of a law-obeying kind of person.
He took a deep breath. "You know, everyone has to start somewhere, right?" he replied with a smile, though there was a look in his eyes that was unreadable, "if you didn't have anything holding you back....would you have chosen to do something different?" Mars was looking at Elise intently. "If you could do anything, what would you do?"
The man seemed to suddenly realize something. "What did you mean...stay until Charlie's grown?"
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Feb 11, 2021 10:25:47 GMT -5
Post by nostalgic on Feb 11, 2021 10:25:47 GMT -5
"Well..." Elise hesitated. She technically wasn't supposed to talk about it at all, but it had been years since she could speak openly with people, and it might be a long time before she had another chance. "Unfortunately, his lordship has no other children. If that continues- if Charlie remains his only biological son- there's a good chance he'll be legitimized and made an heir. So I have to raise him until he comes of age, or at least until it's certain he and his wife will never have children, only to theoretically give him to his father."
No matter how much better off financially Charlie would be, Elise clearly did not want to surrender him to a man who was a stranger to them both, into a life he would not be prepared for. It was crushing sometimes, knowing her only role once she'd gotten pregnant was to birth and rear her only son for someone else.
"If I had nothing holding me back, I'd travel," she said. "I've been stuck in this village for ten years. Before that, I'd traveled to Maline and Nyre, but there's so much more I want to see. Mostly I just want to be... free, to do what I want without someone else telling me what I can't do."
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Feb 11, 2021 11:12:07 GMT -5
Post by achromatic on Feb 11, 2021 11:12:07 GMT -5
Mars blinked, and suddenly, he felt a rush of anger start to well up within him. How could someone do that? Ruin a woman's life simply to take away the child she spent her life rearing? He clenched his fist around the chair. "He doesn't deserve that from you," Mars looked so intense, so different from his usual humour, "how dare he...he took away your life. He...he's making you live far away from everything you knew, you're giving up your life to raise a child just to have that taken from you...."
"Why...what's stopping you from leaving?" he seemed confused, sympathetic, "it's hard out there, I know, but it can't be as soul-draining as knowing that your kid's going to be taken away from you after all you've done, right?"
He pursed his lips together. "Who's Charlie's father?" he asked, "you mentioned that he's well known; I may not know Lacaille as well as Maline, but if he's powerful, I must know his name."
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Feb 11, 2021 11:49:30 GMT -5
Post by nostalgic on Feb 11, 2021 11:49:30 GMT -5
Elise appreciated the anger on her behalf, smiling absently. She remembered her own anger from so long ago, but time had worn it down into a bitter resignation. "Everything's stopping me. When they realized I was gone, they'd hunt me down. Where would I go- a foreign country, where I don't speak the language? What would I do? I can cook, certainly, but so can many other people. I've no doubt I'd end up selling my body. I don't want Charlie to grow up knowing that."
Setting down her empty teacup, sighing. "I have no way to protect myself, or my son. I've been used to being provided for all my life, first by my father, and now by Tristan and Charlie's father. I'm scared, and weak, and I'm not sure I could handle it out there."
"Charlie's father is Lord Wharton, Duke of Vela." It was an infamous name- he was one of the highest ranking nobles, save for the monarchs, and he ran the city when he wasn't off in Pyxis. Someone as powerful as him undoubtedly had the means to track down his illegitimate son if he wanted to, which Elise had realized quite a while ago. In her mind, there was no escape.
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Feb 11, 2021 12:55:39 GMT -5
Post by achromatic on Feb 11, 2021 12:55:39 GMT -5
He nodded thoughtfully at her words. "Plenty of people speak Cailian," he pointed out, "people in Nyre do. Same with Maline, even if not everyone does. They can at least understand you." Perhaps this was why people rarely left their own lands, for fear that the world didn't dance to the same tune they did. Certainly those in Maline were less fearful of such a fact; they were practically born travellers. He could understand Lacaille was different; people here didn't need to rely on trade as much, after all.
Oh. Trust his luck, he thought dryly, the man who probably had a hand in hunting him down was the father, huh. However he felt, it didn't show on his face. She had a point; it wasn't as if women couldn't find work, but more so, there weren't many jobs that needed little prior experience and paid well enough to support two.
"You could always come with me," he offered, genuine this time, "I have a ship waiting for me near one of the docks just outside of Vela. I might not have any experience with caring for a child, but I can offer you passage out of Lacaille. Maline, Nyre, it doesn't matter; I know people in both, or if you're not sure, you can stay on board with us. I can't promise you safety–a sailor's occupation isn't exactly risk free–" he gestured to his missing arm at that, "but I'm not asking you to stay on board forever. Just until you find somewhere you feel safe settling in."
He gave her a cheeky grin. "In return you can just cook for my crew while you're on board," he chuckled.
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Feb 11, 2021 13:24:34 GMT -5
Post by nostalgic on Feb 11, 2021 13:24:34 GMT -5
"If it were just me, I'd say yes in a second," Elise said, looking out the window to where Charlie was playing in the mud, slicking the pale skin of his arms with brown. She had to consider him, too. "As it is... can you give me some time to think about it?"
The young mother wanted to brave. She really did. But ten minutes ago she had been expecting things to continue as normal for the next few years, and now Mars was offering her a way out. But it would take upending her entire life, upending the only life Charlie had known, to take a risk.
It was a lot to think about. Would she be stupid to trust this sailor, who'd arrived on her farm only a day before? She knew she would be provided for here, but she did not know what would happen if she left. "Thank you for the offer," she added after a moment, lifting a hand to rub her forehead. "I just need a day or two to mull things over."
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Feb 11, 2021 13:44:31 GMT -5
Post by achromatic on Feb 11, 2021 13:44:31 GMT -5
His expression softened. "It's probably a long shot too," Mars chuckled, "you have every right not to trust me. You barely know who I am...but whenever you want. Even after I'm gone, I'll let you know when I return and you can see if you change your mind. Either that or you can wait for my ship...it's called the Kraken. Ask a sailor to keep an eye out and they'll know. I owe you one anyway, for all of this."
Ironic really, for them to name their boat after what took his arm and killed his father, but for him, the name was but a reminder of what needed to be done. It was a reminder that he didn't accept weaknesses, a reminder of what they had to overcome.
As much as he was being hunted down, sailors and those who lived by the docks didn't get paid to watch out for whatever the city decided to call a villain; money and a certain type of loyalty spoke in these places, after all.
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Feb 11, 2021 15:07:59 GMT -5
Post by nostalgic on Feb 11, 2021 15:07:59 GMT -5
"Thank you," Elise said again, reaching out to lay her hand on his remaining one. "How about we take you to the docks in our buggy? Tristan won't be back for some time, so we can at least accompany you to the ship. I'll tell Charlie's it a fun day trip- he'll love it. I can look over the ship, meet the crew, and then Charlie and I can come back here."
There was a lot to think about, but getting a visual would at least make it real. "I can think it over and make preparations for when I make my decision. So by the time you're back again, we can meet up quickly, if that's what I choose. Does that sound good?"
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Feb 11, 2021 20:16:49 GMT -5
Post by achromatic on Feb 11, 2021 20:16:49 GMT -5
For once, Mars seemed rather uneasy. As much as he was eager to get back, he didn't want to put the two in danger. As much as he hadn't anticipated the situation–and it sucked to get cut up like this–he had enjoyed his time here. For once, he didn't feel the need to run away from this feeling of domesticity. It was...comfortable, which kind of surprised him and perhaps even scared him a little bit.
He smiled faintly at Elise. "That would be kind, but there's really no need if it's inconvenient," he spoke, almost apologetically, "just give me another day and I should be fine getting back on my own." Truly, he'd love for them to see the ship–it was his pride and joy after all–but not at the risk of their lives. Perhaps the next time, after laying low a little bit, it wouldn't be as weird.
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Feb 11, 2021 22:06:16 GMT -5
Post by nostalgic on Feb 11, 2021 22:06:16 GMT -5
"Stay as long as you need," Elise added, perhaps a little too quickly. "It's nice to have another adult to talk to. I'm really not eager for you to go. I just thought it may be easier for us to drive you, rather than you walking or paying for a ride."
She stood, clearing the plates away as Charlie came back in the house, arms covered in mud up his elbows. "Look, Mars," he said with a grin, holding up his brown appendages. "I'm making mud pies- do you want to help?"
"He should help you clean up, if anything," Elise said with a laugh, turning to her son. "You look positively grimy- and he just showered, so there's no need for him to roll around in the mud."
"Boo," Charlie pouted. "Can he help me milk the cow, at least?"
"Ask him yourself," Elise said, tilting her head in Mars's direction. "And don't touch the cow until your hands are washed."
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Feb 12, 2021 6:08:36 GMT -5
Post by achromatic on Feb 12, 2021 6:08:36 GMT -5
Mars smiled at her. "Sounds good," he replied with a laugh, "even if I can't steal you away, I'll have to figure out a way to thank you for all of this." There was a humour in his voice, as he turned to the small child coming in, mud all over his hands. He grinned; Charlie just reminded him of himself when he was younger.
"I'd love to help, but I'm afraid I have no idea how to milk a cow," he chuckled, "you'll have to teach me."
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Feb 12, 2021 7:35:51 GMT -5
Post by nostalgic on Feb 12, 2021 7:35:51 GMT -5
"I can do that!" Charlie said. "Wait there Mars, I'll be right back." He darted off to wash his hands, returning in a fresh shirt after only a few minutes. He basically ran laps around Mars as he walked with him out to the barn, showing him to the cow he'd met the evening before, Luna.
"We rub Luna's udders clean, like this, and then you take one of them between your fingers- yeah, like that," he leaned down to critique Mars's form, nodding approval. "Don't pull- I bet you thought you had to pull, but you don't. You sort of slide your hand down like this- you got it! We have to put the first few squeezes on the ground like this, but now that we're sure the milk is clean we put it into the bucket."
As they milked, sitting on stout wooden stools, Charlie chattered about the market- apparently another boy from the village had been there, and Elise had let the play while she sold her wares. "I wish there were more people to play with on the farm. Mom's busy and Kiki is fun, but she's only a dog. I'm glad you're here. You're great fun."
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