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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2017 8:56:06 GMT -5
Alice waited to finish her food before speaking again. She pushed her plate away from her and towards the middle of the table. The food was actually decent here, not like what she was used to eating but it wasn't bad. Alice would eventually get used to it though if she has to travel with Damien for the rest of her life. Which, she minds but doesn't at the same time. Sometimes she didn't even understand herself.
Alice stayed sitting in her chair, unsure as to whether or not Damien had planned on paying for her meal. "So...say you had to go to a ball, and I had to come with you, what would I do there? What kind of people would be there? What would you do?" She inquired, too curious to break up her questions and just gave them all at once.
Alice leaned forward a bit and rested her chin on her fist. She wasn't allowed to do that in the palace. She was always supposed to sit straight backed, chin up, shoulders back, and so and so forth. It was a different feeling to not get scolded for something small but improper like this.
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Jan 10, 2017 9:28:54 GMT -5
The questioning was returning to territory Damien wasn't quite comfortable discussing. He didn't want to explain that his father and a small group of other men, all criminal overlords, ran half a kingdom and that he was expected to attend the parties they threw, yet he couldn't see himself answering the question without going there. His discomfort showed in how he adjusted his posture and his expression.
"You would dance. I would dance. That's what people do at balls." He left the third question unanswered purposefully. He could only hope she got the hint. He was not going to discuss the people there with her. He held on to his secrets very carefully, and these people were the secret to end all the others. As soon as they were revealed, only a few would remain hidden. He couldn't risk it, no matter how little he said he couldn't risk it.
Seeing that she'd finished her food, he beckoned the woman over again. She gave him the price for both their meals and he paid in full, refraining himself from letting the wince it caused to become visible. You're paying for two, he reminded himself. You haven't wasted money on a meal twice as expensive as usual. It wasn't that he couldn't pay for it, he definitely could. He made more than enough money to provide for two people. But he wasn't used to it yet, something he supposed would change quickly.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2017 11:25:42 GMT -5
Alice raised an eyebrow out of slight annoyance at his response. Of course they would dance, what else would they do watch candle wax melt? Perhaps she should have specified her question. She wanted to ask something slightly different than what she did but felt awkward saying the real thing.
However, it was best to prepare herself for what was ahead than find out a few minutes before hand. "Yeah I got that. But I meant would I dance with random people or...you?" She asked the question quietly, since she was hesitant to say it outloud anyway. The thought of dancing with Damien made her feel very...odd inside. She couldn't find the words to explain it but it wasn't exactly the most joyous of feelings.
She stood from her seat after Damien paid for their meal, she would say 'thank you' later. Even though she really didn't need to. She should be allowed to eat, as it was a basic human necessity.
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Jan 10, 2017 11:57:37 GMT -5
This was something Damien had not considered. He hadn't planned far enough ahead to get to ball planning. He was silent for a few moments, frowning as he thought about it. It was clear that having her stick to his side in a situation like that one was safer, but having her as his guest implied something he wasn't sure he wanted.
"Well," he said slowly. "You'd be there as my guest, so yes, you'd have to dance with me." The fact that she was his guest would imply a romantic relationship, but that didn't bother him much. He'd brought many guests to many dances, and he'd only been involved with very few. Implications didn't bother him at all. No, what bothered him was the result of the implication. As the guest of his son, Damien's father would want to dance with Alice as well. And that didn't sit well with him.
But he couldn't let Alice roam a ballroom away from him. He couldn't trust her - or his father's men - at least not enough for that. Maybe once they were there, things would be different. For all he knew, it would be years until he received an invitation. By that point, surely things would have changed one way or another. Right now, though, there was no way.
"Sorry," he said lamely, though he was sure he wasn't apologising for what she expected him to.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2017 12:24:40 GMT -5
{I smell a plot approaching}
Alice nodded slowly in understanding. So she would dance with Damien then. That shouldn't even horrible. As long as he didn't step on her feet or the other way around it should be alright. Or so long as no one really believed they were involved romantically. She couldn't ever think of Damien in that way, even the thought of it made her feel uneasy.
When he apologized, she assumed it was sarcastically because of her question. But she didn't respond, only changed the subject. "We better head out now. You said your employer doesn't like waiting." Alice pushed in her chair and waited somewhat impatiently for Damien. She wanted to get to the seamstress and maybe look at new dresses or outfits. Wearing her brother's clothes wasn't exactly flattering.
Alice did have a plan however, to possibly by a dress from the seamstress to wear for day to day use. She was wearing a necklace and ring that would be worth quite a bit of money, considering they were made of gold, that she could use as payment. And Damien might appreciate it, since it wasn't out of his pocket and instead her own. Though, she didn't expect he would give her a 'thank you'. It was difficult just to get him to smile.
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Jan 10, 2017 13:05:27 GMT -5
( ahhh, yes. this should be fun. )
Damien cleared his throat, nodding. "Right, good, yes." Clearly, he was feeling pretty awkward, though it wasn't for the reason Alice would think. It was probably better she think what she think anyway. He couldn't imagine feeling anything romantic for this girl, and if he was cautious the idea must make her queasy.
He stood and started to walk, glancing back to make sure that Alice was following, though he didn't slow down. Alice was right. He had to get going and, by extension, so did she.
"So, I don't know the seamstress in town well, but I did work for her brother when I was younger. Not what you're thinking, it was right after I left and back then people weren't tracking me down to hire me so I did odd jobs, too. Anyway, she knows me by my name - Abel - and she'll ask you questions about me. Tell her that I'm doing fine, I got a job as a carpenter in the next town over. Also, you're my sister-in-law, Gwen, here to visit with my brother. I'm buying you clothes for you to bring back down south as a wedding gift, and I remembered what a good job she did with my cousin's wedding dress and thought the trip into town was worth it for you."
He spoke as he walked, making his way briskly through town towards the seamstress' house.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2017 13:30:37 GMT -5
{Are you thinking what I'm thinking? *wink wink* *nudge nudge*}
Alice followed close behind Damien, trying to hear every word he spoke about his cover story. One would think all of his different stories would catch up to him eventually but if it hasn't caught him this far, Damien must be doing something correctly. And definitely not in the moral way. He was far from that.
Alice's eyes were wide at the information thrown at her and she couldn't help but feel like a lost puppy. She can't say she's done anything like this before and the reasons why we're obvious. "Uh...got it." She told him in more or less of a question. Hopefully Alice couldn't give him away, she would just have to keep quiet for the most part about anything that involved her past or what she was doing here anyway. Small talk would be best, or more talk about the dress than anything else.
When they arrived at the seamstress's house, she very hesitantly opened the door. Alice, no Gwen, was nervous to say the least. She felt like the assassin herself by taking part in all of this mess.
{We can roleplay this part if you want, or we can skip}
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Jan 10, 2017 14:07:43 GMT -5
"If you don't know, lead the conversation back to you. She knows nothing about you so there can't be any crosschecking there. Worst thing that could happen is that you appear a little rude, and there's much worse out there," he hurried before they stepped inside.
Immediately, a woman who appeared to be in her mid-thirties rushed over. "Abel! Look at you, you've grown so much! How long's it been? Three years? Four?" Damien smiled warmly at the woman. "Hi, Helen. It's been four now. Not that I can tell by looking at you." The woman crowed, clearly pleased. Looking at the two of them talking, it was strange to think they'd met for a few hours total over the span of a week, and only twice since then. They looked more like old friends than acquaintances who hadn't met in years.
"So, who is this beautiful woman with you, wearing the least flattering clothes I've ever seen?" Damien chuckled, shaking his head disapprovingly. "This is Gwen, my brother's wife. She's here for clothes. A wedding gift. But I have errands to run this afternoon, so I was hoping you could keep her occupied for a few hours? Entertain her for me? I'd hate to let her spend the afternoon alone."
Helen beamed, placing a hand on the top of Alice's arm. "Of course. Anything. I'm free all afternoon. I'm sure we'll have a great time together." Damien smiled, nodded and started to move back towards the door. "Thank you so much. I'll be back in an hour or two." He gave Helen a quick kiss on the cheek and then he was gone.
( maybe skip it? we can always write a short paragraph detailing their afternoon if we want? )
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2017 14:11:09 GMT -5
{It was just a random suggestion. What did you want to do? I'm fine with either}
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Jan 10, 2017 15:25:33 GMT -5
( okay hang on, now I'm confused. what did you want to skip? )
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2017 15:27:27 GMT -5
{Nevermind lol, I realized it would be fine to just continue. XD I'll type up my reply now}
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Jan 10, 2017 15:29:37 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2017 16:29:54 GMT -5
Alice felt quite awkward as she stood there while they greeted one another. Damien made it sound like they only spoke a few times but by the looks of the two of them, it must have been more. She's never seen Damien greet anyone in that way before, and she grudgingly admits that he was an excellent actor. As the woman complimented her and insulted her in the same sentence, Alice started turning a little pink out of embarrassment and moved her gaze down to the floor. She felt even worse as Damien left, and for once wanted him to come back as he was the only person she really knew. It had been a very long time since Alice had spoken with anyone outside of the castle and new people always made her nervous.
Her head shot up when the woman put her hand on Alice's arm and went pale this time as she looked at the woman's hand. She opened her mouth to say something but was unsure as to what she would say. So Alice closed her mouth and followed the seamstress named Helen to wherever she wanted to take her.
Alice would have liked to say something, because once she started talking she usually became more comfortable in the environment. But she was at a loss for words. She couldn't say anything that was true, because her story wasn't. How did she get herself into this mess?
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Jan 10, 2017 17:01:35 GMT -5
( I'm going to move through this quickly, I hope that's alright. )
Helen picked up a conversation quickly, and as predicted she started by inquiring about Damien. Or, as she knew him, Abel. How was he? How'd he been these last few years? But soon, the questioning turned to Alice. When did she get married? Where was she from? Even as she scurried around the room, measuring and bringing out premade clothes, she was constantly chatting, leaving room for Alice to answer.
Damien, meanwhile, had met with his employer. Or, a messenger sent by his employer at least. Money was received - proof of death wasn't asked for. The fire in the princess' room was well-known, even this soon after it had happened. It had been declared an accident - the candlestick had been found, as expected. Everyone was happy, it seemed.
Just as he was about to leave, he found a sealed envelope placed in his hand. He only had to glance at the seal to understand what it was. "Really?" The messenger shrugged, he didn't know what it was or who it was from. "I was told it was from higher up the food-chain." Damien snarled. "I know where it's from." He didn't bid the man goodbye.
Half an hour later, he was back at Helen's, greeting her with another warm smile and very brief hug. "How are you both doing?"
( I kicked it into motion for us. hope that's alright. )
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2017 18:52:30 GMT -5
{Sorry, fell asleep and checking into a hotel right now lol. I'll reply when I can}
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Jan 10, 2017 18:55:32 GMT -5
( I'll probably be falling asleep soon myself, haha. we're almost at 1 am. if I disappear, you'll know where I am. please, do take your time! I'm not in a hurry, so don't feel like you have to be either. )
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2017 8:54:19 GMT -5
Alice was trying to answer Helen's questions to the best of her knowledge without messing anything up for Damien. She almost said his name once, but caught herself. She was glad Helen was talkative though, it would have felt awkward in silence. Alice did feel bad for lying to this woman, she was very kind and had excellent hospitality, and she was taking advantage of that. She didn't expect 'Abel' to have a problem with it, but Alice knew better than to bring it up. Once Helen finished with the measurements, and brought out the pre-made dresses, Alice was torn between which one to pick out. Alice instructed Helen to just present the dresses for day to day wear, as her measurements were already taken the seamstress could create one more formal for balls. To have two would be much better than having one dress that was too simple for parties or two formal for going from town to town. Eventually she settled on one dress: a navy blue long sleeve dress fitted and the top and had a drop waist. The dress wasn't very poofy at all, it only had a few layers underneath so it would not be a struggle to walk in. Alice's attention was brought to Damien though when he walked inside and greeted the two of them. "Fine." She responded. "We got done with the measurements." She gave him a smile, feeling it was probably necessary or she would look like she was being rude towards her 'brother-in-law'. Which of course was unacceptable. "Abel, do you think I could get another dress? Just for me to wear for daily use. I'll pay for it, if that helps any." She asked somewhat quietly, worried he might reject the idea. {Here's the dress: s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/a9/ab/51/a9ab518eacf8673d695cc31010d967bd.jpg
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Jan 11, 2017 9:13:07 GMT -5
Damien considered carefully, but Helen slapped his arm and answered for him before he could reach a decision. "He'll buy you another dress, I'm sure." She smiled brightly, radiating mischief. The way she smiled at him made it clear that this was only partially to get a sale, but also to poke fun at him.
Damien sighed but resigned. There were very few people in the world who could talk to him this way, but Helen was one of them despite how little time they'd spent together - certainly no more than a few days all in all. She'd fed him and clothed him over the course of the week he'd spent helping her family, and when they met the time after that, several years later, she'd recognised him. That was before he learned to detach himself, so he found himself caring for a woman he barely knew.
"Get another dress," he sighed. "Go on." Helen beamed, patting his arm before busying herself with dresses again, asking about what Alice had in mind. "Helen," Damien called from his corner. She gave only a murmur in response. "Do you have any trousers or a blouse she could wear as well? My brother requested she get something she could ride in comfortably, and I'd hate to get back to him without that." Helen frowned, confused, it wasn't common for her to get that sort of request, but then she knew Damien was from further south. Maybe they saw things differently there.
"I'll see what I can do," she said, pulling out dresses instead of looking at him when she spoke. "As soon as we've got this dress situation figured out, right hon?" This was said to Alice with yet another warm smile.
( nice! thanks for the reference! )
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2017 10:01:26 GMT -5
{Just to clarify, the dress I showed is her daily wear dress. I'll find one of a ballgown that Helen can choose}
Alice was slightly relieved that Damien was paying for the dress. She didn't really want to trade her necklace, she was actually quite fond of it. But would have been willing to part with it if Damien would rather have her pay for it. She was about to give him a hug just to act more like they were in laws but considered the the fact that Damien didn't seem to fond of human physical contact so she did nothing but smile and follow after Helen. "Thank you Abel!" She beamed as she browsed through the other dresses that Helen had in her size. A pre-made ballgown would have been prefered so she wouldn't have to wait until it was done and Damien wouldn't have to come back.
Alice was of course excited to be looking through dresses that she would never have been able to get in the castle. They had an army of seamstresses that would make fine dresses from silk, but Alice wanted to see what other options were out there. Dresses that were less embroidered, and more on the simple side of things. "What color do you think I should get Helen? You are the dress expert after all." Alice commented as she started studying the stitching of one of the dresses Helen had available.
Alice's head shot up though and she looked at Damien, "What do you think Abel? I want input." She said as her eyes went back to another dress. They were very beautiful, with rich colors and a hint gold threading to make the dress look even newer.
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Jan 11, 2017 10:45:49 GMT -5
Helen clapped her hands together, glad to advise. "I think you would look fetching in green," she said thoughtfully, pulling out the skirt of an emerald dress. She studied the stitching of it, sighing as she thought back to the nights she'd spent making it alongside the women that landed her a hand with her larger projects. "Or," she said, moving swiftly on. "Something paler, perhaps, a light blue?"
She turned to Damien expectantly. "Yes, Abel, what do you think? This is supposed to be your gift?" Damien's eyes widened and he took a step away, raising a hand. "Please, I know nothing of dresses. I'll embarrass myself."
"You're just giving me perks here," Helen replied brightly, and Damien sighed. He wasn't getting out of this. "The blue looks good," he murmured, looking horrified. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to say or do, but he couldn't deny her a ball gown, not with the envelope burning in his pocket. She'd need one sooner rather than later. "Or the green, like she said," he added, looking lost.
Helen rolled her eyes. "Thank you for the compliment, but pick one for yourself." He sighed again but felt himself being shoved over to the dresses. "Erm..." Now he looked truly frightened, not so much of the dresses but of embarrassing himself. "This?" He wasn't sure how to describe it, other than the fact that it was lavender. That was as far as his knowledge stretched. To her credit, Helen took it and hung it with the others, turning to Alice again. "Is there something you want to try on?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2017 12:26:24 GMT -5
Alice giggled at seeing Damien look so lost and Helen pushing him to pick something. He appeared to be completely out of his element. Which she could not blame him for, he didn't go clothes shopping often. Especially for dresses of all things. For all Alice knew, this could be his first time. She was delighted that Helen could actually get Damien to do things he didn't want to. If Alice event attempted to do what Helen is Damien wold have tied her up again. She looked at the Lavender dress that Damien had pointed out. Alice didn't notice it before now, but it was quite pretty. She went to where she and Helen put the dresses she liked the most and knit her brow in thought. They were all beautiful in their own different ways. She was leaning towards the green, or possibly the lavender...or the blue...oh she had no idea what to pick. The green was probably the most expensive of the three, judging by the material and she wanted to be considerate of Damien's wallet. "I would try them all on but I don't think Abel wants to sit here and tell me what he thinks on every dress. Oh what should I do Helen?" She sighed. Dress shopping was much more stressful than what people assumed it to be. {Green: www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&size=l&tid=59935477Pale Blue: www.victorianchoice.com/shop/pc/catalog/vcpictures/D150SkyBlue-1.jpgLavender: s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/83/4a/79/834a79297a611cd0b63993a68bacfe23.jpg
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Jan 11, 2017 12:45:25 GMT -5
( that green one is gorgeous <3 )
Helen gave a sympathetic smile. She didn't shop for these kinds of dresses herself, a simple seamstress didn't make nearly enough, but she knew how difficult it was to choose between them. She saw it often. She ran a hand over the fabrics, as though trying to glean some help from the dresses themselves. She didn't seem to get anything from it, at least nothing useful. "You'd be beautiful in any of them."
Damien looked over them, trying to figure out which would be most fitting for the occasion, now that they knew what it would be. He knew that the others there would appreciate the most expensive looking, money was a big deal where he was from. He wasn't sure if his wallet would. "Which one would you most enjoy dancing in?" he questioned because that was the purpose, no? Helen looked at him as though he'd, surprisingly, actually contributed something, and he had to admit he was a little pleased.
Helen raised a hand to excuse herself, leaving the two of them alone to discuss while she went to the back to see if she had anything that fit Damien's description of 'comfortable wear'. She should have a blouse somewhere, surely, working women wore them sometimes. And she'd uncover trousers, even if it meant some last minute adjustments. But she could definitely use the headstart.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2017 12:56:15 GMT -5
{I love it too XD}
Alice was shocked Damien actually gave some input to the dress selection. She figured he would stay quite the whole time unless Helen made him talk. And although she did enjoy Helen being around, she was glad the seamstress left so she could speak to Damien about what she should do considering he was paying for it.
Alice went closer to Damien and lowered her voice, "Do you want me to help pay for it? I have a necklace and ring that could pay for, at the least, most of the dress." She offered, her eyes wide worried he would be a bit angry at her for their shopping trip carrying out longer than what it was meant to.
Alice was used to getting what she wanted, her parents gave her what materialistic things she wanted to keep her quiet and out of trouble. Not that it worked, but the was nice to get new things whenever she wanted. But with Damien, it was different. He was no royal and wouldn't give her anything she wanted at the snap of his fingers (and she doubted he would do that even if he was a royal).
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Jan 11, 2017 13:10:35 GMT -5
Damien shook his head. "No, I'll take this. Anywhere else I'd reconsider, but I know Helen could use the money. I don't mind an excuse to give it to her. Besides, it's too risky for you to use anything someone could trace back to you this soon, and this close. Jewellery definitely qualifies. I don't think Helen would question it, but the person she sells it to might. You can pay me back at some point." He wasn't sure how, exactly, she would do that, but he knew that when the bill arrived, he'd regret this promise so he mentioned it anyway. He knew Helen would probably shave something off the price, but even then, ball gowns were expensive.
"Just pick a dress. I'll pay." Today was going to be expensive, he realised, and he comforted himself with the knowledge that he'd just received as much money as it took to hire someone to kill a princess - a lot. And he was going back home, he'd be able to ask the Council for more money to fund his work once he got there. They always complied, as long as he agreed to do them a 'favour'. Things would be just fine.
Damien waved a hand towards the dresses. "Please, just pick one. I feel smothered by fabrics in here." They didn't have any more time to discuss it, anyway, because Helen rounded the corner, holding three pairs of trousers and as many blouses. None of them were made from the rich fabric of the dresses, nor where they very eye catching, but that was perfect. These were clothes you could ruin.
Helen pushed them into Damien's arms, smiling. "On the house," she declared, nodding firmly. "Nobody else will buy them, anyway. They were buried at the back of my storage room, so clearly they've been here a few years. I won't miss them." Damien smiled and nodded gratefully. "Thank you."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2017 9:24:25 GMT -5
Alice still appeared hesitant at Damien's proposal to pay for the dresses but when he told her to pick one a second time, she could do nothing but comply. She knew the green one was the one she wanted, and since Damien said she can pay him back later, she grabbed it. It was truly one of the most beautiful ballgowns Alice has ever seen and it appeared to be the kind of quality one would expect from the castle seamstresses. It was like home but not.
Alice quickly grabbed the ballgown and the other dress they originally came in for and approached Damien, not meeting his gaze as she already felt bad for making him pay for it. "Thank you." Alice told him quietly. She never expected those words to come out of her mouth and be directed toward Damien. But apparently unexpected things are her normal life apparently.
(Sorry, kind of short)
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Jan 12, 2017 10:20:24 GMT -5
( don't worry, you're fine! )
Damien gave a nod. "Mmm," he agreed. He didn't say that he hadnΓ€t done it for her, because she must know that already. This was for his safety, and Helen's. If suspicions regarding Alice's 'death' were raised this soon and this nearby, there would be trouble for them all. He couldn't allow that, especially not if Helen was involved.
He pulled out his money, and after a quick discussion with Helen, he paid. Seeing the relief on her face at receiving a substantial amount was enough to keep him from wincing at the cost, a good thing too as he knew Helen would have given him a lower price than advertised. That was the kind of woman she was, and he was endlessly grateful.
"Thank you so much for your help, Helen," he said as she drew him into a hug. "And for the free clothes too, you know I'd pay if you asked." She said something about nonsense, but stepped away, opening her arms to Alice as well. "Gwen, it was lovely to meet you. Congratulations again on your marriage."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2017 16:51:45 GMT -5
{Sorry I haven't replied π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ―! I've been checking out my knew school and have been working on another rp I'm creating. I will try and reply soon}
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2017 7:24:33 GMT -5
Alice looked between Damien and Helen as they embraced, it was just odd to her to think that Damien cared so much about anyone. Even if he was lying to her about basically everything. She wasn't expecting though for Helen to open her arms to Alice, she assumed she only did so to Damien because they knew each other. But, she took her up on her offer and hugged Helen. When she stepped away, she smiled wide, "It was lovely meeting you too, and thank you." She wasn't she what else to say without sounding awkward about it so she just smiled until it was time for them to leave.
Alice was carrying her ballgown and the second dress, and Damien was carrying her regular clothes. She couldn't carry all of it of course. When they left, she turned her head to face Damien and made sure to meet his gaze this time, "Thank you. Again." Alice gave him a small smile, not finding it appropriate to give anything wider.
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Jan 14, 2017 7:45:43 GMT -5
( don't worry, I totally get it! )
Damien and Helen spoke for a few extra minutes, but before long they'd left. Alice spoke and Damien turned his head to look down at her, nodding his acknowledgement. "No problem. You paid for it with your life, you know." This was true, and strange to think about. He'd always known that the money he spent was stained with blood and the lives he'd taken. But to buy something with it, only to gift it back to the 'deceased', that made it a whole other level of strange.
"We have a few hours before I'm due to check back in on my horse," Damien said as he started back towards the inn. "If you want to, I suggest we get started on your training now, while it's still light out. You'd need to change into these"- he nodding to the clothes in his arms -"and we'd have to pick up some things, but I see no reason why not."
It would also give him an excellent opportunity to break the news. He was going back home, and she'd have to join him. He'd have to disguise his contempt somehow unless he wanted to attract more questions, but he wasn't sure if that would be possible. He was a good liar, but an awful actor.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2017 9:00:22 GMT -5
That was true, Alice did pay for it with her 'death' and basically being held hostage. She was still a bit surprised Damien had not decided to do away with her yet. She was obviously enough trouble to take care of financially. And this was just during day one of who knows how many. Alice bit her lip as she thought about the concept.
Alice was distracted by it quickly when Damien started talking about what he needed to do, and what she should do. Alice nodded eagerly at the training idea, she wanted to keep herself busy with something too so she wouldn't annoy Damien the whole time. He would probably appreciate it too.
"What did you want to start with though? I'm fine with anything, more or less voluntarily." She tried to humor Damien a little, though there really wasn't a huge point in trying. Perhaps she did it to lighten her own mood, and not see him so serious.
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