Tendy
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Post by Helene Hewitt on Jan 9, 2021 21:19:42 GMT -5
Helene read over the paper and couldn’t help but giggle. Oh these boys… The deGrey’s were certainly a charming bunch and after being allowed in their club house she found her fondness for them growing even more. This childlike innocence about them was endearing, despite the fact she had never had a childhood like theirs.
“Cursed?!” She said. Exasperated. Sure she was. Helene was pretty damn sure she was already cursed so what was a bit more? She thought about what the paper said for a moment and for a brief second her train of thoughts were: Well I just have to become a deGrey to break the curse. She immediately scolded herself. That couldn’t happen. She knew it couldn’t happen, because she wasn’t going to tie him down to her and force him into a dangerous situation with her father. She’d just have to suffer with being more “cursed” then she already was.
“What If I already am, does it cancel the other one out?” She found herself asking quietly. Turning around to face him. The humor in her eyes was still there but not as intense as it had been moments before. “Is there a way to break it?” She found herself asking. Almost wishing she hadn’t because she was afraid of the answer as she looked up into those blue eyes, but she found she couldn’t help but ask anyway. This was all silly and good humor was it not? “Do I need to sacrifice some virgins? Bathe in lambs blood?” There was a quirk of her lips. “Do the deGrey four need to hold a meeting to see if I'm curse free worthy?” She asked.
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Lunari
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Secretly engaged.
Head of deGrey Trading Co.
Tier 1 Character
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Post by Wesley deGrey on Jan 15, 2021 13:51:51 GMT -5
Wesley was in the middle of rolling the paper up and shoving it back into the bottle when she asked that question. When his gaze found her again, he realized a bit of the light went out in her eyes, and he was quick to place the bottle back in the chest. He wanted to ask her immediately what she meant, what was wrong, what was plaguing her…everything that she was refusing to tell him, but still he couldn't. Not yet. If he was going to make any headway, he had to be slow and meticulous, careful about how he went about it.
So, he used this to his benefit.
Making the worry dissipate from his features, a small smile fell onto his lips instead. "Yes," he told her, as though it was obvious. "It does." Let them foolishly pretend for a moment that this childhood curse cancelled out all the problems that awaited her back home. It was of course stupid, but right now it didn't matter. Right now, he just wanted to see that smile return.
While she asked how to break it, speaking of sacrificial virgins and what not, he wasn't entirely listening because he was closing the distance between them to wrap an arm around her waist. "I'm sure we'll figure out a way to break it. In the meantime..." His words trailed off and he pulled her against him. She was cold from the water and the lack of clothes, for sure, so he knew they should probably think about heading back. He didn’t want her to get sick. "I'm afraid that you, my lady, will just have to endure the curse of my company. For I am the most nefarious of them all." And because he could, and he was more than elated that he even could right now, Wesley kissed her; his arms enveloping her to try and briefly fight off the chill.
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Post by Helene Hewitt on Jan 15, 2021 21:12:40 GMT -5
Helene watched Wesley as he put the bottle back in the chest and closed the distance between them, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her close. She could tell right away that he was perfectly fine she stayed cursed. They could figure it out later, sure, and his words of saying that the new curse would break the old one had brought a faint smile to her lips. Sure it did. It would be nice to pretend, at least for the moment that that was what it would do.
Her hands rested against his bare chest, feeling the coldness of his skin beneath her fingers tips, and her body was trembling slightly from the cold of the water. She looked at him, a smile forming on her face as well as a look of amusement. He was certainly the most nefarious of them all, but she wouldn’t say being in his company was a curse. No, Wesley’s company was a blessing. At least to her. Maybe a curse to others, but never her. He was kissing her then, his arms going around her, and Helene all but melted into him again like she nearly did earlier. There were no prying eyes here. They were safe from any interruptions and could go back at any time. Course, if they wanted to get back on the boat they’d have to head back soon, but for right now….
She was going to enjoy him before she had to break him again. Helenes hands began to wander, getting a mind of their own now that she could see what she couldn’t in the ballroom. They started by going up to his shoulder, following those strong arms down to his biceps and then back up and over his collar bone. All the while she would kiss Welsey with whatever pace he had set for them. Her fingers spread against his chest, a finger bumping into the chain he had around his neck. She stilled, breaking away from the kiss momentarily to look at the compass she’d given him. All this time and he still didn’t take it off…. she bit her lip. Her fingers brushing across the cover of it, knowing what had been carved on the other side. She let a small sigh out through her nose before her dark eyes flickered up to those blues. Her fingers went up to the collar of her tunic, it was wet and clung to her skin but she managed to pull it enough to pull out her own compass. I haven’t taken mine off either. She let it rest against her tunic before she reached up to cup his cheek. Her lips parted to speak.I think there’s not a curse worse than being out of your company. She wanted to say, but stopped herself. She couldn’t. That would just drag him along until she had to break his heart tonight.
No words came out, so instead she just leaned up on her tiptoes to kiss him. Pulling the compass out had been enough to say. Her heart hurt standing there kissing him. Knowing it felt so right but also so wrong. This was going to ruin them. She was going to break them both and that hurt more than anything. Yet he was like an addiction, and she couldn’t get enough of him. Even if hurt, she wanted him.
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Lunari
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Secretly engaged.
Head of deGrey Trading Co.
Tier 1 Character
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Post by Wesley deGrey on Jan 16, 2021 2:32:58 GMT -5
Laughs and smiles, that's all he wanted to hear and see on her face for the rest of the day. It was his top priority, even if he had to be a complete fool to accomplish it. That was nothing short of his normal self anyway, so it was easy to do. Wesley needed her to feel and remember what it was between them, to not want to step away from it no matter how cursed she thought she was. There was always a way. Always. There wasn’t always one single path for everyone- there could be several, maybe it was a fork in the road in which you had to decide to go left or right. He wanted her to choose the path that led her to him, to his side and into his arms. Nowhere else, because nothing else mattered. Whatever she was so worried about, he could help her with. Because that is what you did when you cared about someone.
Her wandering hands over his bare chest made those small bumps rise up across his skin, somehow making him shiver but setting every part of him ablaze. When she broke their kiss, his eyes didn’t drop from her face while she was busy looking at the necklace. Of course he hadn’t taken it off. Despite what happened and how they had parted ways, it was as though a part of him still knew to cling on, no matter how much he denied it. He knew this was real, this feeling he had, and having her there in front of him again...well, Helene wasn’t aware of how much he was going to fight this time. It wasn’t going to matter how much she argued and tried forcing him away, Wesley wasn’t going anywhere.
The rest of her walls were going to crack, even if he had to take a sledgehammer to them or tear the bricks down with his bare hands. Even if she ended up hating him for it.
As she withdrew her own tiny compass, his eyes finally drifted down to look at it; unraveling an arm from around her so that he could hold it between his fingers. He wanted her to find her way, and he desperately wanted that spinning arrow to point to him, to show her and prove that together they could accomplish anything. That she did not have to fight whatever demons alone.
When blue eyes looked back into her dark ones, Wes was about to say all of it. There was a reason they met, that they each gave the other the same exact gift, that despite not knowing each other as long as they should have, it felt normal regardless. That their souls hadn’t been strangers even before they actually learned of each other. Their souls always knew and were just waiting for their hearts and bodies to realize it, too.
Yet, neither of them uttered a word. As though he could feel her own heart aching for what she believed she had to do, his fingers threaded back into her dark, wet hair, his arm tightening around her more to hold her protectively against him. His own heart ached, a sudden worry beginning to take over again that she was going to slip right from his grasp if he didn’t hold on tight enough. The very thought nearly strangled the breath from him, and he poured that desperation into the kiss. It was languid and deep, savoring every second of this beautifully sad silence that surrounded them. He was almost shaking with the intensity of this emotion, and he wanted nothing more than to beg her to stay. To not let him go. To not push him away. It would not protect him, because it would ultimately break him.
The realization of it alerted him with the gentle sting of tears that did not shed, but it was enough to cause him to break that kiss; keeping his eyes closed as his forehead rested against hers. Wesley softly panted, feeling the rush in his heart, and he was struggling to keep the pain away from his features. “Maybe...we should start heading back…” he murmured quietly, even if his feet were unable to move. Even if they had some time. Maybe he was worried that he’d never leave this cave if he didn’t do so now.
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Post by Helene Hewitt on Feb 2, 2021 16:47:22 GMT -5
She knew from the way he was holding her he was desperate to not let her go. The way their mouths moved in unison against the other, the fact her free hand that wasn’t cupping his cheek had threaded into the hair at the back of his head, holding him to her. She was afraid of losing him too. Being there in the sacred cave of his childhood was like a physical blow to her heart. Like a wrecking ball had come crashing into her walls. They were still standing tall, but they were getting weaker with each passing moment, and for a second Helene almost yanked herself away and ran out of that cave through the land entrance. Just to save herself and him from the heartache that awaited them at nightfall.
But she didn’t. She was frozen in place by the man she realized she’d quickly come to have unexplainable feelings for, and there was something else keeping her there. Her soul wasn’t ready to let him go, not yet. One day was going to be a hell of a day. How was she to enjoy the day and just be there with him if she kept thinking about having to leave him that night? It wouldn’t be a good day, it would be a torturous one. One where she lost a piece of herself that she would never get back. It was going to kill her, and leave her an empty shell of a woman. Could she really be selfish enough to do this to him? To herself?
Helene’s small pants mixed in with his as he broke the kiss, resting his forehead on hers. Her dark eyes looked up into his to see they were closed, and she stroked his cheek gently. He was struggling with something. She could sense it and it was making her breath catch, afraid to ask what the matter was. She knew the answer, and she didn’t want to go down that road just yet.
“That would be the smart decision.” She whispered. When were they ever smart though? It appeared since they walked into each other’s lives all Wesley and Helene did was make chaotic stupid decisions, and yet...She wouldn’t have it any other way. She cupped his face with both hands, rubbing her thumbs against his cheeks, trying to get some warmth to his face. “Thank you…” She said softly, a small sad smile appearing on her face. “For showing me this place.” She murmured. Standing up on her toes to give him a lingering kiss before she lowered herself back down. “And for getting me cursed.” There was a slight smirk to her face, before she was taking one of his hands and pressing a kiss into his palm. “We don’t want to make Elliot angry.” She urged.
Despite how much she wanted to stay, they needed the distraction of the ship and the crew. They wouldn’t be able to just be in each others arms like they were now. Tempting the other with the closeness of their very wet, half naked bodies. They’d be forced to behave, and yet would it take that hurt and pain away? Or just intensify it because they couldn’t be in the others arms? It was getting harder to fight the urge to just be with him and fuck everything else. Mari. She had to think of Mari, this was all for her. They needed to go back and go back now. It was the smart decision, the better decision, yet here came the chaotic stupid…
Her body was trembling not just from the cold, but from the fear of leaving him. Outside this cave they were back to reality, and she didn’t want that. She wanted the magic to continue even if it was just here. She could feel the tears springing in her eyes, and her heart cracking another fraction, as she took another shuddering breath. “But, I don’t want to go back.” Her voice cracked. “I want to stay a little longer.” She clung to his hand like it was a life line. “Here with you. I-” She was going to start to ramble and she was afraid she’d say something she shouldn’t. She bit her bottom lip, casting her eyes down as she still held his hand. Her chest tightening as she squeezed his hand. She squeezed her eyes shut, letting a deep breath out. They had to go back. Elliot wouldn’t wait forever. At the same time though would he give Wesley the time he needed to win her over? She wasn’t dumb, she knew they had to be conspiring together or something.
She was close. Close to that edge she knew she could feel it. That looming dark pit, and she was staring at Wesley with an outstretched hand wanting him to save her but she knew she couldn’t ask him. Was it cruel of her to ask him to keep trying? To keep trying to break her so she finally caved? And what if he put all this work in for her to still shut him out tonight?
Stop being selfish Helene! She suddenly screamed at herself. Go. Now. Back to the boat, now. She ordered herself. “Wesley,” She was suddenly whispering desperately as she reached up, taking his face between her hands and proceeded to give him a kiss with every emotion she could muster up before she forced herself away. Whirling around and heading straight to the pool.
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Lunari
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Secretly engaged.
Head of deGrey Trading Co.
Tier 1 Character
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Post by Wesley deGrey on Feb 2, 2021 20:36:52 GMT -5
He would freeze to death if it meant staying there with her, never having to part from her side even for a second. But leaving this cave would be the smart decision, even if he was rarely smart in certain regards. Wesley wanted to be foolish, to be a rebel and see how long Elliot would wait for them. Or maybe the ship would just leave, and perhaps that would be even better.
Blue eyes finally opened and never left her face as she thanked him for bringing her to this sacred place. There came a faint humored grin at the mention of the curse. If only that were real, how easy it would be to wrangle her in closer, claim it was life or death. But, alas, it was nothing but a silly, childhood joke, and he knew deep down that she was still going to fight him on letting her go. He felt it deep in his bones, the way she looked at him, the way she hesitated and kissed him. Everything. It was as though Wesley could read her like any open book.
"I make Elliot angry all the time," he countered, trying to bring some sort of lightheartedness to the tension between them. For a moment, it felt like something was about to break, and maybe she was about to give in and tell him everything, refusing to leave him. 'But I don't want to go back.' Her words made his breath catch in his throat, holding tightly to her hand while the other arm was still around her waist, unable to move still. Helene was whispering his name, kissing him once more and he nearly melted right at her feet. He was suddenly lost when she drew away to head back to the water, and his hand was moving on its own accord to grab hers again, halting her. "No, wait." Don’t make this worse right now, he told himself. “Helene…” He didn’t know what to say, he didn’t fully know what he had intended to say, either. Suddenly silent, Wesley bit his tongue, desperate to change what was looming over their heads but knowing he was unable to yet.
As his attention lingered upon their hands for a couple seconds more, those bright eyes rose back up to her lovely face. A tilt of his head, he was gesturing towards another exit. A dryer one. There was no need to make her colder than she already was. “This way…” Still holding onto her hand, he slowly began to lead her towards that small, rocky corridor where eventually they would see the blazing sun at its exit. It was instinct to follow the light, but right now it brought nothing but dread because it meant his time alone with her was swiftly coming to an end.
Shielding his eyes from the sun, it at least felt nice and warm against his skin, the corridor leading them out onto the beach somewhere behind the cave in a break of the cliffs. They were currently hidden from the ship’s sight, but he knew they were still anchored out there waiting. “Just wait here, I’ll get the boat,” he told her quietly, leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead before he forced himself away to wade back into the water. It wouldn’t be a long swim back to the small waterfall for the rowboat. And that way, he could bring it around for her so she could stay on land, stay warm in the sun, even if he desperately wanted to just lay down in the sand with her instead.
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Post by Helene Hewitt on Feb 21, 2021 16:23:01 GMT -5
No, we can’t wait. She wanted to tell him as she felt his hand on her wrist. Stopping her. Her body turned to face him on it’s own. Her dark eyes watched him, and she was holding her breath as he stared at their hands before finally looking her in the eyes. This way. She couldn’t keep the curiosity off her face, and followed after him. Realizing he was taking her out the other exit. Did he really want to show her this way? Still, she followed suit and it wasn’t before long they were outside and she could feel the warmth of the sun. There was a notable temperature difference out here then in the cave, and she was already warming up.
Helene smiled faintly at him as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. She was hesitant to let him go, and held onto his hand until the last second before she watched him wade into the water to retrieve the boat. She wrapped her arms around herself, her body trembling and not from the cold. It was from the sudden flood of emotions she felt. She wrung out her tunic, squeezing as much of the water out as possible while she forced herself to gulp in shuddering breaths of air. She was gonna break. She was crumbling, breaking. She was- “Keep it together.” She whimpered, running her hands over her face. “Keep it together Helene…” She told herself. She turned around, her back facing the ocean so she could see the cliffs and a possible getaway. She could just...start running up the beach no? Start climbing cliffs and escape?
One day. Be with me one day. He’d asked of her, and her heart was clenching. She’d barely been with him an hour and already it was killing her to think about what she would have to do later. She didn’t want to, but she’d have to. It would have to be done. She ran her hands through her hair, beginning to pace in the sand, telling herself to be calm. Be calm..She told herself. She wanted this to be a good day for him. Something he could smile back on despite how much he was probably going to hate her later. She sighed, before an idea struck her and she was turning and running back into the cave. She didn’t have much time before Wesley would be back with the boat. She hurried over to where the chest had been left, looking for one of the flatter rocks and then went to one of the blank wall faces that hadn’t been touched by children. With the sharp side of the rock she scraped it against the stone, seeing the small carving beginning to form. A small smile appeared on her face while she quickly carved a W+H with a heart around it before dropping the rock and hurrying back outside of the cave. He had told her to decorate her own wall. So...maybe she would. And maybe, he would come back at some point. Return to his little sanctuary and see the mural she planned on hopefully making for him. To help him understand why she had to let him go despite how much she loved him. Because she did. She’d realized it on Yule but hadn’t dared said it allowed, and she didn’t dare plan on saying it ever.
Because that really would kill her.
Coming back out into the sand she held her arms out at her sides, and tilted her head back. Feeling the warmth on her face. She spied a flat rock, not that far away, and walked towards it, stepping up unto it before she turned and laid down on it. The warmth of the stone from the day’s sun was hot against her back and helped take the chill in her bones away. She sighed contently and rested a forearm over her eyes to shield them from the sun while she waited for Wesley and the row boat.
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Lunari
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Secretly engaged.
Head of deGrey Trading Co.
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Post by Wesley deGrey on Feb 21, 2021 19:30:11 GMT -5
It would seem like they were both on the verge of cracking. He knew that if he questioned her now, if he pushed, he would make it impossible to get any sort of answer from her. He needed to wait and be patient, to wear her down. But he had felt it- that pain, that worry and tension just shrouding them. Wesley knew what she was doing, he could feel it, and he would be damned if he allowed her to try. Helene was going to smile and laugh and enjoy herself this day, and they would deal with the inevitable later when it came to it.
The swim back was only a couple of minutes, and he drew himself up into the boat. Returning to this cave had brought back a lot of good memories of his childhood, and it was a shame it had been left nearly forgotten, unused by future generations. But, no matter how much Nana pushed, Olivia was the only great grandchild thus far from this deGrey brood. The Nefarious Four. Chuckling to himself at the thought, he slipped his shirt back on and pushed off the stone wall, guiding the rowboat back out into the sun. It wasn't long before he was rounding about the rocky cliffs.
Hopping out to drag the boat closer to shore, there was a brief moment of panic when he didn't see her right away. There was that fleeting thought that maybe she broke her word and ran. It made his gut twist into knots, his heart pounding as he left the boat to take quick steps along the sand. No. No, she wouldn't have. She wouldn't leave him again after this. Rushing passed one of the large rocks, he finally found her resting there in the sun and he was suddenly breathing again.
Wesley approached, and she'd be able to feel the sudden lack of warm sunlight as his shadow was cast over her. Assured that she knew he was there so that he didn't startle her, he bent down as both hands planted firmly on the rock near her shoulders, and he loomed over her. "Your chariot awaits, my lady," he mused, unable to stop himself from stealing a quick kiss.
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Tendy
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Post by Helene Hewitt on Mar 5, 2021 0:13:40 GMT -5
The sun was going to put her to sleep if she wasn’t careful. The lull of the waves acted as a lullaby as she lounged on that rock, soaking in the sun. She hadn’t been sleeping well in those two weeks since Yule, too worried about her father and what she was going to do with the in-laws, but out here? It was almost as if her cares had been thrown away and no longer existed. Wesley and the ship full of Sailors were to be thanked for that.
The moment she no longer felt the sun, she lifted her arm to see Wesley leaning down over her. She couldn’t hide the smile as he leaned down and gave her a quick kiss, but she took the moment to look at him. Seeing his head block out the sun, the light outlining his head. His hair was still damp from their swim, and was sticking up in random places, but she didn’t reach up to fix it. She was too transfixed on those bright blue ocean eyes of his. She reached up and gently touched his cheek. Her fingers lightly tracing along his cheekbones and along his jawline. His skin had been touched by the sun in the two weeks he’d been away. His scruff having grown back from Yule, and he looked very much so like the rugged sailor she’d fallen for.
She loved this version of him best, she quickly decided. With the sky behind him, wet with ocean water, and smelling of the sea. “Does it now?” She found herself asking quietly. She leaned up to give him a lingering kiss, those three words on the tip of her tongue as she was suddenly filled up with that unbearable warmth and need, and happiness to tell him, but she couldn’t. She mustn’t. Instead she merely pressed her hands to his shoulders so she could sit up before she broke the kiss and the spell she’d been under. Any other time this would have been a perfect moment to tell him how she felt. In another life, she would have told him that night of Yule. “We mustn’t keep it waiting then.” She whispered. A smile gracing her lips as she rose up off the rock. The sand warm to her feet, while she took one of Wesleys hands and brought it up to her lips to place a kiss on the back of it before she started to walk to where the rowboat was.
She stepped into it, grabbing her folded pants and quickly stepped into them. It was a bit of a struggle (wet legs and everything) but she managed to pull them up before straightening her tunic over them, and sat on the bench to pull her boots back on. A mischievous smile on her face as she watched Wesley. “Alright most Nefarious of the Four, where are you and your rough and tumble crew going to do with me next?” She asked curiously.
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Lunari
30
Secretly engaged.
Head of deGrey Trading Co.
Tier 1 Character
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Post by Wesley deGrey on Mar 5, 2021 11:07:29 GMT -5
He remained there, watching her as her slender fingers wandered across his face. His smile remained, and Wesley wished for nothing more than to lower himself onto that rock beside her and just lay there for an hour. All he wanted was to be near her, with just her- no offense to the crew. For the last two weeks, he'd been nothing but a miserable, angry man. He had been confused and lost, and very unlike himself. There was no one he could really talk to about what had happened that night at Yule, the crazy fluctuations of emotions, their sudden, intimate moment, then the shattering of his heart. Wesley had been forced to keep it all inside, even if everyone around him knew there was something wrong.
Right now, he wanted to make up for lost time...yet time wasn't on their side. They would have to get back before Elliot's patience wore thin.
When she kissed him this time, he almost didn't let her get up. He felt himself getting greedy again and he was fighting with himself. She was sitting up, forcing him to lean back until she was breaking their lips apart, and he nearly sighed. "I mean, we could," he quietly tried to reason. "For a little while longer." To be fair, the captain was probably expecting him to be late. Wesley was always late.
Reluctantly following her to the boat, he’d help her in if she needed it before pushing it out towards the sea. Quickly hopping back in, he’d put his boots back on while they drifted until he could grab the oars and steer them back towards the ship. Eventually, the crew would see them coming after they rounded about the jutting rocks.
At her mischievous smile, it automatically brought one to his own lips even before she spoke. Wesley shrugged one of his shoulders. “Oh, I’m sure Elliot will put you to work, but for the most part it’s just sailing until we get to port. Then, it’s the fun job of unloading everything.” Yes...so much fun. Cue the sarcasm. “But, it’s a rather relaxin’ trip. I’m sure the drinks will come out later, and then the singin’ and dancin’...” That was certainly where he had gotten it from. He chuckled lightly, glancing over his shoulder to see how close they were to the ship. It was only a matter of minutes before they would be there. “At night, though…” he added, turning his attention back to her once more. His tone became a little wistful. “The stars look almost different from out here…” And it was something he realized he had always wanted her to see.
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Post by Helene Hewitt on Mar 5, 2021 14:08:41 GMT -5
A slow grin appeared on Helene’s face as Wesley began to inform her she might be put to work, while she finished putting her boots on. She proceeded to slip her vest back on as well, thankful it was dry and not clinging to her like the tunic. Wesley was probably the only man on that ship; she was alright with seeing her in wet fabric and the particular bits it would certainly cling too.
She was watching him then again. With that still wet hair with the mind of its own. The way he rowed their small vessel, the way he spoke about the fun that could be had after the work, and the wistful look on his face as he spoke of stars. She was looking at him in that moment like he was a star. Because he was, and she was reminded yet again just how much she cared about him that he had made her feel like no other had. Alive. He made her feel alive. Any thoughts about abandoning him again were tossed out the window, and she realized she wanted to be here with him even more than she had earlier. She wanted to be with him long enough to see those stars. “I can imagine a lot of things look different out here. Not just the stars.” She said as a soft smile crept on her face. As she gave him a look to imply that she thought he looked different out here. But so did she. She was not in dresses with her hair up, looking proper. She was soaked from head to toe, in pants and a tunic looking like a far different Helene then he’d ever seen.
The ship was quickly upon them, and she looked up, hearing some shouts and calls from above and she looked over at Wesley, smirking at him before she reached forward. Grabbing him by his shirt and yanking him quickly forward, to place a quick kiss on his lips. “Thank you for showing me.” She murmured as she drew away, smiling at him before she was reaching for that rope ladder and quickly climbing her way back up on deck. Some crew members were already working on getting the boat up, and Helene shielded her eyes as the sun shone down on them. “Well looks like ye wen’ fer a swim!” She heard Elliots voice, and she turned to see him looking rather amused as he was putting a deck of cards away, and smoking on his pipe. “We did! How are we on time?” She asked curiously. Elliot raised one of his bushy brows, his eyes locking on Wesley once he was on deck, as he pulled out a pocket watch and looked at the time. His eyebrow raised even higher and Helene found she was holding her breath.
“Ye need ta be aroun’ more lass, if ye can make this one be on time fer once.” The old man seemed to grumble. A bit displeased by the notion that they had in fact, made it back as their hour was up. Helene felt pretty darn proud of herself. She placed her hands on her hips and fixated the old sailor with a pointed look. “I keep my promises Elliot, you should know that.” She told him. “Aye, aye. Well play time is o’er.” He said. He was looking at Wesley now. “Show her the ropes Kit, she’s yer responsibility. Anthin’ breaks, it’s on ye.” He puffed on his pipe. The corner of his lips turning up in a small smile.
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Lunari
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Secretly engaged.
Head of deGrey Trading Co.
Tier 1 Character
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Post by Wesley deGrey on Mar 5, 2021 14:11:54 GMT -5
He could only seem to stare at her with that lopsided grin when she spoke, perhaps still in slight disbelief that she was actually there. Deep down, he still worried she would leave again, that he wouldn’t be able to convince her to stay with him, or let him help her. In actuality, if he had allowed himself to dwell on such thoughts again, he would have been terrified to think this would be the last time he saw her. Wesley wanted to show her the stars, but he wanted to show her so much more that a single day wouldn’t allow. They would need a lifetime.
He slowed the rowboat and let it gently coax the rest of the way where the men above were already dropping down the ropes. Wes quickly began to tie them to the small boat when Helene was grabbing him by the shirt and yanking him towards her. The kiss was brief, far too short for his liking, but it was difficult not to grin at her...as well as to the whistles and shouts from the crew up on deck who were clearly teasing. He remained quiet, simply watching her ascend the ladder before he was swiftly following suit, setting foot upon the planks just in time to hear that they were on time. Wesley silently cursed himself- it just meant they could have had more time out there alone. The smile he offered the captain was almost sheepish, and he shrugged his shoulders.
“You got it, old man,” he told Elliot with a half-assed salute, then was taking Helene by the hand to lead her down below deck. No, it wasn’t to “show her the ropes”, not yet, but she needed to get into a dry shirt. The last thing he wanted was for her to catch a cold as winter was not quite done with them yet.
He was quick to lead her down the steps before Elliot could notice and question (thus get the wrong idea), then it was down a ladder before he opened the door to his bunk. It wasn’t as big as the captain’s quarters, but it was decent. A sailor didn’t spend much time in his cabin except to sleep, so Wesley really didn’t mind. It was, however, a little messy. The small bed was left unmade, there were clothes left haphazardly on the floor or half out of the trunk against the wall. Upon the small table there was an unlit lantern with a scattering of papers. Letters, actually...ones he had tried writing to her and failed every time. There were crumpled pieces of parchment in a small basket in the corner that had once been letters as well.
Not wanting her to see them, which ranged from emotional words to angry ones, he tried to casually swipe them into a slightly neat pile and tucked them beneath the lantern. “Should get you somethin’ dry to wear.” He turned to the trunk and dug out an unworn shirt. It would be a little wrinkled, but at least it was clean, and he handed it over to her. “I’ll, uh, just be right out there,” he added, pointing to the door before making his way to it. Despite the moment they shared in the ballroom, he didn’t think it would be appropriate or expectant to stay in there. He’d have to change, but that could wait.
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Post by Helene Hewitt on Mar 5, 2021 14:12:41 GMT -5
Helene grinned widely, feeling rather proud of herself, however she also felt a bit disappointed. They could have spent more time out there it seemed like, and she had to admit breaking some rules was rather thrilling.
As Wesley wrapped his hand around hers, she followed after him without arguing, chuckling softly at the salute he gave Elliot and the old Sailor arching an eyebrow at him in skepticism as he puffed on his pipe and waved them off. She couldn’t help but wonder if Elliot had purposefully put his back to them so he could say he didn’t see where Wesley was taking her.
She went down below deck with him, having only ever spent time above deck she found herself looking around curiously. Peaking into his small cabin from the doorway. A small smirk appeared on her face as she slipped in, closing the door behind her and found the place much like she expected. Hurricane Wesley had come through… She found herself looking at every piece of chaos in the small cabin though. Wanting to put it to memory. It was just another side of him that he was letting her see, and even though it would hurt later, she wanted to see it.
She turned her head towards his voice, a brief look of surprise crossing her features. “Hmm, oh!” She said she held her hand out for it, her mouth opening to tell him she could always just change into the clothes she’d left the house in, but...it was an excuse to wear Wesley’s shirt. The gesture was kind, and she took it with both hands, glancing up at him. She held it to her chest, watching as he headed out. “Ah-Wesley!” She said quickly, before he could close the door. Helene waited until he gave her his attention. “Thank you.” She said softly. A shy smile on her face.
She waited for him to close the door then, and then set to work on peeling her wet tunic off. She took the vest off. Which was now wet itself, and she struggled with getting the wet fabric up over her head. She managed however. The bruising her father had left as his Yule present had all but healed saved for a few lingering yellow blotches on her skin. Luckily it didn’t hurt as much as it used to. She held Welsey’s shirt then in her hands, running her fingers over the fabric. She brought it up to her nose and inhaled deeply, his scent filling her nose.
Helene let a shuddered breath out as she shivered from the cold. Tears had sprang to her eyes as she buried her face into the simple piece of clothing that smelled just like him. Her heart was aching already for his loss, and he wasn’t even gone yet. Not yet, but soon. She could allow him this one day. She forced herself to take a deep breath before she pulled the dry shirt over her head. It was a bit big on her thin frame, but she managed. Slipping her trousers down a bit so she could tuck the shirt in before pulling them back up into place. The neckline was a bit low, so she buttoned it up as high as it could go without making her feel choked. The chain of her necklace showing through where the compass laid between her breasts.
She picked up her wet shirt, draping it on the post of his bed, and then because she couldn’t help herself, she quickly made the bed for him. It was the least she could do since he lended her a shirt. She undid her braid then, and began running her fingers through the long strands as she shook her hair out so it could dry. Helene then opened the door, poking her head out and looking for Wesley, once she found him, she’d give him a small smirk.
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Post by Wesley deGrey on Mar 5, 2021 14:16:36 GMT -5
Fortunately, Wesley knew how to behave himself. Oh, he wasn't a fool to try anything with the old captain lingering above deck, even if the thoughts briefly crossed his mind here and there. It didn't help that she was still sodden, and the sailor always seemed to prefer seeing her not all done up. Although, that dress on Yule...
Yes, time to go, mate. He was stepping out from the room to begin closing the door when she stopped him with a gentle thank you. A soft grin curled a corner of his mouth as he nodded to her, then proceeded to shut the door behind him. Wesley turned to rest against the wall next to it, waiting patiently for her while his mind ran a mile a minute. Now that she was here, now that she was tossed right back into his life, he wasn't willing to let her go. At least, not easily. He sounded confident, claiming he was going to get her to crack, to figure out a way to keep her with him if that was what she truly desired...but he was still afraid. He worried he would fail and he would lose her all over again.
He didn't think he could handle that again. Somehow, it had affected him far more than he ever thought possible.
These thoughts were all brought to a screeching halt when he heard the door open, and he turned his body to face it. The mere sight of her halted him immediately, his breath threatening to completely leave his lungs. This roguish look suited her, and Wesley couldn't ignore Elliot's words about how much she wished she could just sail away from Tresteria. It was all Wes wanted to give her, and so much more. He'd give her everything he owned if it would help.
As if in a trance, a hand reached up to her face, gently taking a couple wet strands of dark hair between his fingers. "I never told you how beautiful you are, Helene," he told her quietly before his brain even realized his mouth was moving. "Especially like this." He didn't want to like the sight of her in his shirt...but let's be real here.
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Post by Helene Hewitt on Mar 5, 2021 14:17:05 GMT -5
The smirk that was on Helene’s face quickly faded away as she watched Wesley. It was like something had possessed him as she watched him reach out to touch her hair. Fire ignited in her dark browns as she watched him, her breath catching as she heard him say those words. She felt herself transported to the first night she met Wesley. How she’d taken in his lordly appearance and had found what he wore to the chase more suitable for him. Though he looked quite dashing, at the ball, this...this version of Wesley was her favorite. The real him.
Her small smile was back, this time taking on an amused look. She tried to remind herself not to get too hung up on what he said, but she would be lying if she said he hadn’t just felt her chest explode with warmth. While he fingered her hair, she crossed her arms over her chest and reached out to poke his chest gently, letting her finger stay on his chest. “I don’t think I ever told you how handsome you are either, especially like this.” She repeated his words just as quietly back to him with her smile widening. She took in his features and noted how tired he’d looked before when she first laid eyes on him, but she didn’t look much better probably.
“How long before you think Elliot would notice we were gone for too long?” She asked him, tilting her head to the side in thought while her finger trailed down his chest, her eyes followed it, stopping right at his navel before she did something she shouldn’t. “You should change out of those.” She mused, implying his wet trousers. Her dark eyes lifted up to those ocean blues. She leaned up on her tiptoes then, leaning in for a second so her lips were near his ear. “You're making a puddle on the floor.” She whispered, her lips curling into a grin while she placed a quick kiss on his cheek and went to move out of the way of the door.
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