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Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Nov 7, 2014 16:24:57 GMT
Caitlin gave a demur chuckle at that. When he looked up she smiled. "Sir, you are the most virtuous person I know. If not you, then what hope is there for the rest of us?" Her common crew were certainly no role models for that. Caitlin grinned again and delved into her meal. It really was just succulent, the best salmon she'd had in a great while, and considering the availability of sea food on the sea, that was probably saying something. It was easy to get lost in the trappings of this meal, the officers dinning sanctuary… him… but she couldn't let herself get too carried away by the novelty of it all. She could only take on so many changes without bouncing them off of her other life and seeing how well it would work out under the duel compacity. "I can't stay long," she added after the thought, almost regretfully.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
He almost choked on his food at that. The most virtuous person she knew? Well she must be hanging around with quite the wrong crowd if she thought him virtuous. Especially with the amount of blood that was on his hands. He'd climbed over corpses to get to the position he now found himself in. He'd vowed to do better, when he'd accepted the position of High Commander, but he was far from removing the stain of his past.
"You are too kind, my lady," he eventually returned her smile, "but there are far more Virtuous people than myself. I am no monk, which is probably a good thing for if I was we wouldn't be sitting here right now. That whole vow of chastity and all." he chuckled. It was nice to sit here and have a real conversation for a change. He could never do that with his own people. They looked up to him like some kind of other worldly figure. If only it didn't have to end, but as they say, all good things must.
"It has been my honor to show you my inner domain. I'm glad you agreed to come, and I am saddened to see you go, but I shall hold a hope that we shall meet again for another date." he said, as he finished his meal and pushed his plate back, there was some wine left in his glass and he sipped at it as he finished speaking. He found that he might miss her between the end of this meal and their next encounter.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jan 15, 2015 4:29:57 GMT
Caitlin sighed wistfully and offered a lazy smile. "I wouldn't be averse to the idea," she much preferred it actually, compared to the matchmaking her father had set her up on with Mad Rook. What a disaster that was! "I've enjoyed the tour, and the exercises, not to mention the food is positively exquisite. But of course the best of all would be the company I'm in... so thank you - for being you..." didn't sound like much, but it was. She actually enjoyed who he was, not based on title, rank, or formalities, the event or otherwise. She found his character genuine and likable. He'd have gone far in the guild, assuming he could get past the virtuousness he claimed to be lacking, which he was not. Not by any means.
Caitlin set aside her glass and plate, standing to her feet and smoothing wrinkles out of her skirt. "When do you suppose our next date might be?" Her heart squeezed with both fear and excitement at the idea of encouraging - Really encouraging - someone to court her. That was a first.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
"Well, if it was up to me I would suggest tomorrow," he smiled roguishly, "but sadly I have a bit of work to do on this recent string of murders. I'll not let this devolve into a city wide panic." The disturbing thoughts threatened to drown his smile, but he somehow kept his face alight. "I know, such talk does little to maintain the mood we've set, but I think it's important to speak openly. How can one really know another person if they portend niceties all the time."
"Back to the original question, lets say in two days. I can stop by your house again, if only to see the look on your father's face once more. I do so enjoy being underestimated." He offered his arm, prepared to walk her back out. It wasn't just that he couldn't leave her to her own devices in the middle of EIRAL HQ, but he sincerely wanted to walk her out. Just to spend a little more time with her.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Aug 2, 2015 7:41:48 GMT
She accepted his arm and she didn't let the disturbing thoughts of the attempted murder ruin their conversation. "I'd like that. I love my father, but even I like to watch him flounder every once in a while, you know - just to make sure he's human. Portending niceties all the times does have a way of giving a man the personality of a clockwork doll."
She didn't know it now, but her opportunity to meet with him again in two days was about to be stolen from beneath their feet.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
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