Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2015 22:00:19 GMT -5
“The attention of a beautiful young woman is hardly an imposition.” Dem answered Sienna's concern reflexively, the compliment gone before he could reign it in or modify it. “Besides, the pain... I should be grateful to you for...for caring I guess. It is my pride talking if it seems I feel otherwise. I have a surfeit of it. Please, accept my gratitude.” The womans laugh rang out again in response to his observation about the horse, and he found himself struck by the ease of the woman's banter. She reminded him of Niccolo like that, or perhaps Arturo. Though he remembered well his brother stepping in it with the Duchess when they first met. Which rather reminded him of his own faux paus with her, what seemed so long ago. And so ill conceived given the events that soon after transpired. Mentally shaking himself, Dem sighed silently. It always came back to that. And with Alberto's admonition thick in his ears, Dem felt ill at ease each time his thoughts turned thusly. But surely the spirit would understand, Dem had lived for a certain way for many years, surely he could not be expected to change so suddenly. It was not as simple as that.
Dem was startled fromhis own revery by the feeling of his companion releasing his hand, Finding that he missed the touch almost immediately. Realizing that they had had crossed onto a shaded swath of verge which was cool and plush, the Captain nodded and tried to ease himself down, or at least, to not be self conscious of the short fall that resulted from his still stiff left leg skidding beneath his weight and dropping him onto his seat with a painful jolt. An unconscious grunt issued at that, and he twisted shortly, trying to ease his own discomfort on (the admittedly) more forgiving turf. A name. [/i]Dem castigated himself shortly. Give her your name. He thought, but what he said was something else altogether.
“Alberto.” He heard himself say, his own voice alien in his ears. “Alberto Montefiore.”
Good Gods.. He thought in in the instant after the name had passed his lips. What have you done? Shifting again, Dem shook his head once and then settled down. “You were right about this,” He added hurriedly, wanting to continue talking with this girl but not about himself or his family or anything that had happened. Just, as a man might speak to a lovely young lady discovered by serendipity on the lake shore. “This is much more comfortable than the dock, but, I must ask, do you not fear for your clothes? My cousins would be most distressed by stains.”
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Dem was startled fromhis own revery by the feeling of his companion releasing his hand, Finding that he missed the touch almost immediately. Realizing that they had had crossed onto a shaded swath of verge which was cool and plush, the Captain nodded and tried to ease himself down, or at least, to not be self conscious of the short fall that resulted from his still stiff left leg skidding beneath his weight and dropping him onto his seat with a painful jolt. An unconscious grunt issued at that, and he twisted shortly, trying to ease his own discomfort on (the admittedly) more forgiving turf. A name. [/i]Dem castigated himself shortly. Give her your name. He thought, but what he said was something else altogether.
“Alberto.” He heard himself say, his own voice alien in his ears. “Alberto Montefiore.”
Good Gods.. He thought in in the instant after the name had passed his lips. What have you done? Shifting again, Dem shook his head once and then settled down. “You were right about this,” He added hurriedly, wanting to continue talking with this girl but not about himself or his family or anything that had happened. Just, as a man might speak to a lovely young lady discovered by serendipity on the lake shore. “This is much more comfortable than the dock, but, I must ask, do you not fear for your clothes? My cousins would be most distressed by stains.”
@siennatesoro