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“You really enjoy pushing it don’t you.” The woman sighed as she came back down the stairs silently, smacking the noble around the head lightly as she moved past him and back towards the kitchen. Having ditched her stockings and shorts for a pair of fitted slacks and a brief moment to relax, she felt more prepared for dealing with snobby brats used to getting their own way.
Tired from the use of magiks, but more awake then she was as the start, Vieka paused at the doorway to her kitchen and glanced over her shoulder. “Do you drink tea? I’m going to make some while i find the stuff i need to dress your wounds.”
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Stephen Leland on Aug 18, 2015 15:06:31 GMT
The noble opened his eyes to glare at her, “And you are the most barbaric woman I have ever met.” With a sigh he turned his eyes up to the ceiling. “Do I drink tea,” he scoffed, a bit of a smirk lighting his features, “A cup of raspberry tea, if you would be so kind.”
Rolling her eyes, she was tempted to say she didn’t have any, although that would be a lie. In the end, she just shook her head and moved into her kitchen. Pulling out her old silver teapot that had been warned and well loved, the brunnette considered making two different tea’s, one for her and one for the injured redhead in her living room, but decided that maybe raspberry tea wouldn’t be so bad. She hefted through her cupboard of tea’s, picking out all the raspberry flavoured ones, before settling on the ‘Old love’ blend, raspberry and strawberry fruits mixed with a high quality ceylon tea that left deliciously fruity and tangy tastes on tongue.
while that was brewing, Vieka took the time to gather basic medical supplies such as clean bandages and a few creams with cleaning alcohol. Eventually everything was hoisted onto a large serving tray, along with a jar of honey and two finely crafted glass teacups.
Walking back out into the living room, the winged half breed put down the tray on the table and shifted the things around, placing some of the healing items on the table before taking a peek at the tea to see if it was fully brewed yet. Fruity raspberry filled up her nose as she poured the tea, a small smile slipping onto her face and her eyes flickered shut as the half breed felt herself relax in the way only a tea break can make her.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Stephen Leland on Aug 18, 2015 15:08:37 GMT
The noble watched her with mild interest and disbelief. One moment she was threatening to kick him out, the next she was offering him tea. He frowned as he considered the person next to him, not entirely sure what he thought of her. The overwhelming smell of tea wafted into the air which cause him to decide he was fine with her as long as he got a cup of it.
He glanced around as he waited for his drink, looking for something of interest. His eyes landed on a copy of The Taming of the Shrew and he instantly brightened at the prospect of her being a Shakespeare fan as well. “The Taming of the Shrew… What did you think of that play,” he asked, genuinely curious to hear her opinion on it.
Eyes sliding over to where she’d placed the book, a thoughtful expression crossed the young womans face as she moved to help the injured noble into a sitting position before handing him one of the glass cups and moving the honey so it was within reaching distance. with that, she went back to her kneeling position by the table and picked up her own beverage.
“It holds a lot of symbolism and culture, as most of Shakespeare's work does once you get past the finicky wording. I find it sad though.” She replied, her eyes trained on the worn cover of the play that her mentor had lent to her. She reminded herself she’d need to hit him for it later. ‘Like this one my arse’. She thought irritably as she continued. “It’s sad that no one would look past Katarina’s nature and merely viewed her as an object in the way of their true goals, and while i find it rather fitting that those who vied for Bianca’s attention didn’t get what they were expecting, It grates my nerves that one who was so strong willed becomes broken.”
Taking a sip of her tea, and flinching slightly as the hot liquid burns her tongue, Vieka puts down the glass in favour of standing up and getting the screenplay in question. idly wandering back over and sitting down in a lazy cross legged position, the brunette flips through a few pages of the book. “A lot of Shakespeare's work has controversy in it, so i doubt it’s quite as clean and cut as sexism, but i still can’t help but wonder if that’s what all men truly desire. Some pretty doll to do exactly as they want and agree with everything they say. What a sad and unfulfilling way to live, on both accounts….”
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Stephen Leland on Aug 18, 2015 15:11:32 GMT
Stephen listened, thoughtfully watching her as she went on. At her last comment he snorted, "Do not lump all us men together, we are not as simple as that. I suppose some men fancy that idea but I think it dull and unimaginative. If you are with someone who completely bends to your will and has no defined opinion on anything then I see it as being married to a clockwork doll than an actual person."
He swirled his tea as he considered his next words, "Katharine's ending was not what I would have hoped for but I like to think that she still kept her strong personality. She says one of my favourite lines: 'My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break."
After a short pause, he went on with a hint of a smile on his lips, "Shakespeare certainly had a taste for strong female leads. Portia, from The Merchant of Venice is a very strong character from beginning to end. Have you read or seen this play?"
“Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, thy head, thy sovereign: one that cares for thee, and for thy maintenance; commits his body to painful labour both by sea and land, to watch the night in storms, the day in cold, whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe, and craves no other tribute at thy hands but love, fair looks, and true obedience – Too little payment for so great a debt.” The young doctor quoted as she she read from Katarina’s last passage at the end of the book, her eyes glued to the words as she spoke in a clear tone, one hand holding her chin and the other holding the screenplay open from the spine.
“Perhaps a strong character at the start, but there are several conclusions you could come to from her final speech. One, that she was indeed broken. Two, that she is perhaps not broken, but has fallen in love with Petru-Petruchiiiii- ….. Petro, and therefore abides by his wishes anyway. Then there’s always option three, that Petro has not tamed her all and that in reality she is being sarcastic, mocking him and pretending that she is broken. It can be hard to decipher context through words alone, which is why Shakespeare's work has always been up for discussion and debate.”
Shaking her head slightly and snapping the book shut, the half breed placed the book back down before picking up the honey pot and dumping a large amount in her drink, mixing it before taking a sip of the sweetened tea, delight lighting her features briefly before she glances back to the male on her couch.
“In all honesty no, i haven’t read it. My books do tend to be on the more practical side of the spectrum, but i do love a good play. I should go see some more soon…” She mumbled, the last part more to herself than anything as she looked up at the ceiling.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Stephen Leland on Aug 18, 2015 15:14:22 GMT
Stephen let out a short laugh as she struggled, “I am glad that I am not the only one who has trouble with pronouncing the name.” Shaking his head he went on with a ghost of a smile on his lips, “Anyways, there are a few Shakespeare plays going on in the theater district right now. I think The Taming of the Shrew comes up next after the play that is going on now. You should go see it- from what I can tell it is going to be very good.”
“Hm, perhaps. Theatre tickets tend to be expensive, no matter how worth it.” Vieka replied as she downed the rest of her drink and stood from her place, taking note that she’d forgotten clean water to wash away the excess blood that would be left over. “I’ll be right back.” She murmured distractedly as the young doctor once again left the room in favour of going back to the kitchen. While she was filling a bowl with clean, lukewarm water, she rummaged around for a few more bits and pieces that might come in handy too, coming across a marigold salve that would be good for any lingering cuts.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Stephen Leland on Aug 18, 2015 15:19:16 GMT
Stephen closes his eyes and hummed his acknowledgement as she left. Now alone to his own devices, fatigue crashed over him like a wave. Though nothing would please him more than to chat about upcoming theater productions and Shakespeare, staying awake seemed far too great a feat for him. Moments later he was fast asleep blissfully unaware that he might be inconveniencing a certain doctor in doing so.
By the time Vieka had walked back into her living room, her patient was silent and upon further inspection, fast asleep. “Oi, wake up.” She called, not very loudly despite her rough choice of words. Placing down her equipment, the brunette gave Stephen a quick nudge to see if he would stir, and when he didn’t she simply sighed and worked around it. Despite cleaning the remaining cuts with clean water and placing a healing salve on the ones still open, the male surprisingly didn’t awaken, showing how exhausted he was.
When the noble would awaken the next morning, he’d find himself bandaged securely with a soft pillow wedged under his head and a fluffy blanket thrown over him. On the table next to the couch was a glass of water, two small pills, and a piece of stationery folded neatly, a messy scrawl of words written inside contrasting against the neat folds it had been placed in.
‘Gone out for supplies, probably won’t be in by the time you wake up. Take the pills, it’ll help with whatever pain is left over, and feel free to leave when you’re ready; just make sure to take it easy for the next few days.
Post by Stephen Leland on Aug 18, 2015 15:52:05 GMT
The noble jerked awake with a dull pain, the nightmare he had been trapped in already starting to fade away. Groaning he rolled over only to find he was not in the comfort of his own bed but on someone else’s couch. The memory of last night slowly seeped into his tired mind, helping him understand just who’s couch he was on. Well that was quite rude of him to just fall asleep on her but he really had not the energy to stay awake a moment longer.
Blinking tiredly, his eyes landed on the items left on the table for him. He moved to sit up, grimacing at the pain it caused him before grabbing the note and reading it though. “Her handwriting is atrocious…” he grumbled to himself, squinting at the scrawl in front of him. At the mention of lessening his pain with said pills, he reached over and popped them in his mouth then downed the water in one swig. Turning back to the note he paused at her last remark, not actually believing what he was seeing. She…. did not want his money?? Well, that was a first. He reread the note once more, making sure he had not missed anything. Everything was still as it was the first time he had seen it.
For pride's sake he could not just leave her with nothing for all that she had done. To be honest he would have expected her to charge him more for barging in so late and for staying overnight. Shaking his head, he got up to find something to write with but first folded the blanket provided to him in a neat square next to the pillow. With a writing utensil in hand he flipped the note to respond back in his neater script. He paused his writing as he realized he had no idea what her name was. With a short laugh, he finished the note, signing his name at the bottom so at least one of them would know the other. Once that was done, he took out his wallet and dropped a handful of bills on the table. Now, to take care of his eye. After a short search he managed to find a roll of bandages to wrap over his feline eye before he left the premises.
The note read as follows:
'Not charging others for your provided services will get you nowhere in business; so I took it upon myself to leave you some currency. If you take great offence to such actions than please feel free to toss my money in the garbage or at a random peasant. I do hope that you will accept it and possibly purchases yourself a ticket to the upcoming performance.
Lastly, thank you. Most people would have turned me away at such an hour but you did not and for that I am forever grateful. I hope we will run into each other again so time, preferably without one of use bleeding out.
Cheers, Stephen
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