Post by Jean-Luc Deveraux on Apr 19, 2015 18:21:40 GMT -5
There was a part of Jean-Luc that was telling him not to do this. Yet a stronger part of him countermanded this notion. Like every freeman, he was entitled to his own sense of happiness. Ever since his sweet Carina had been wrongfully stolen from him, there had been an empty void within his soul. Certainly, he still cared deeply for his children, wanting them stable and happy with their lives. Yet, they were adults. The time would come when they would have little need for their father outside of the occasional company and source of comfort. Jean-Luc was not bitter about this. He merely accepted it as fact of life.
Yet, that was not enough for him. For as much as he resisted the efforts of his nieces and children to 'set him up,' so to speak, he did seek out the companionship of a woman. It was only natural that a man would want such a thing. Slowly, he had been developing friendships over the years, namely in the form of Nicholas Miller and Qasim al-Khalid, but that did not answer all of his needs. There was a certain something that only a woman could satisfy. It was far more complicated than the carnal pleasures of life, as well. The bond that was desired was almost impossible to put into words.
Alexandre, in Jean-Luc's mind, had died years ago. The man was no more and all were caring for a husk of a man. That was why he felt no especial guilt in what he was doing. The hour was late. Sleep could not claim him. From the interactions he experienced, he gathered Aneira was much the same way. As the man made his way calmly through the halls, Jean-Luc kept his hands tucked behind his back and within one was a small sack. Hardly anything elegant, but it served its purpose.
Upon arriving at the door of Aneira's chambers, he lifted his hand to deliver a series of soft knocks. He was not expected, but ... then again, when was he ever?
Aneira Trevelyan
Yet, that was not enough for him. For as much as he resisted the efforts of his nieces and children to 'set him up,' so to speak, he did seek out the companionship of a woman. It was only natural that a man would want such a thing. Slowly, he had been developing friendships over the years, namely in the form of Nicholas Miller and Qasim al-Khalid, but that did not answer all of his needs. There was a certain something that only a woman could satisfy. It was far more complicated than the carnal pleasures of life, as well. The bond that was desired was almost impossible to put into words.
Alexandre, in Jean-Luc's mind, had died years ago. The man was no more and all were caring for a husk of a man. That was why he felt no especial guilt in what he was doing. The hour was late. Sleep could not claim him. From the interactions he experienced, he gathered Aneira was much the same way. As the man made his way calmly through the halls, Jean-Luc kept his hands tucked behind his back and within one was a small sack. Hardly anything elegant, but it served its purpose.
Upon arriving at the door of Aneira's chambers, he lifted his hand to deliver a series of soft knocks. He was not expected, but ... then again, when was he ever?
Aneira Trevelyan