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Post by Brone Van Estra on Nov 29, 2008 22:56:12 GMT -5
Brone often walked through the streets of the village. His father always said it was a good habit to get into. That way the common people would know your face and your ways before you became king. There was always the threat of being attacked, but then you learned who your enemies were. Besides, Brone was physically fit, he was not too worried about dying here in the dusty street. His all black ensemble was starting to get brown with the dirt that wafted as he walked. The people bowing low, some dropping to his knees as he past. how tiresome, but he simply nodding his head in return and dropped a few coins into the hat of some poor soul leaning against the wall, wrapped in rags.
Brone's dark eyes looked along the road. this was was hard on these, the poorest of the vampires. the richer ones did well in there fine homes, but here....
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Post by Eva Blueblood on Nov 29, 2008 23:10:06 GMT -5
Eva grabbed the basket Nenny kept nagging on and on about and blew some of the hair out of her face. She was sick of working at the stupid old inn washing disgusting sheets or forgotten belongings people once called clothing, usually soaked in red delicious scent that burned her throat just looking at it, and that's without her smelling it. She kept walking and tried not to smell the heaping pile before her. It wasn't a task she'd like to do, but if she wanted a place to stay she had to work for it, or it was the streets of Cravenoff for Eva.
She was so busy brooding about her work she hardly noticed the fact she couldn't see where she was going. SMACK right into the prince himself. Oh this day could not get any worse she thought to herself. She got up and dusted herself off then fell to her knees in shame. "Im so sorry your highness!! Please forgive me I was not looking where I was going!"
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Nov 29, 2008 23:16:47 GMT -5
Needless to say Brone was caught off guard, but he reacted quickly, managing not to lose his footing as the woman about his own age walked right into him. He had half seen her coming, but it was a very rare thing to have some one bump into him, since usually people were always watching him. She sat crumpled in the dust, the blood stained cloth in a basket by her. Oh this bowing, it was so pointless, and to get your face so close to this dust--in which anything could be contained-- was stupid even if vampires did not get common diseases.
"Rise." Brone said in his dark tone. The one his father always told him to use in order to sound in control. He waited for her to comply, but he decided to continue anyway. "I am not harmed, I think you the most shaken of us both." But she looked unhurt so he commented no more on that.
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Post by Eva Blueblood on Nov 30, 2008 17:45:21 GMT -5
Eva looked up into his eyes for a moment and almost forgot that the prince was somehow the same as her in a sense. Although...not. She was the only half blodd she knew of and it was almost shaming to think of. She rose and curtseyed one more time. Should she introduce herself? She felt akward, not knowing what exactly do to but stand there looking at the prince. FInaly she gave herself a good kick in the brain and just went for it.
"Sorry I am your highness Eva Blueblood, I meant not to disturb your stroll. If anything need be to pay for what I've done I will humbly ablige your majesty."
ooc:((ach im sorry its short i dont know what else to say!! lol))
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Nov 30, 2008 18:08:15 GMT -5
((ooc- totally fine  )) "I said no harm was done," Brone allowed himself to smile. "No need to pay for anything Miss Blueblood, although, I wonder if you could do me a favor." He said. But how could she even think of turning him down? She would not be able to, and he'd already done more courtesy than was necessary by calling her miss and asking a favor instead of demanding. "I see you have things to wash. I wonder if you could wash one more thing." He did not explain further, he would do so later, follow her as she worked. He had gotten a large scrape along his forearm when he fed the night before--a wolf-- and it had left its mark. Not that he actually had much blood of his own, but whatever blood he had drunk had been bleeding through his arm, along with purely vampire liquids in his system. His bandage would need to be washed, the wound was healed more or less by now probably. |
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Post by Eva Blueblood on Dec 15, 2008 21:33:27 GMT -5
Eva glanced around and noticed that a considerable amount of people were staring befuddled at Eva and the prince. Eva merely stood and looked at his wound. It was bad, very deep. She closed her eyes and tried to remember the remedy for such a bite...
Nenny had taught her everything she knew about witch healing and potions. Nenny had once supported the witches, a secret spy carrying info from one side to the other in return for lessons in spells. She taught Eva what she knew because Nenny was no longer welcome back in witch terrotory, why Eva was not sure of. Nenny never liked to speak of such things in front of Eva.
Eva then opened her eyes and nodded. "Yes, I believe I can help your wound. But uh...your majesty must forgive me, I haven't cleaned the wash room in quite a while." She smiled jokingly hoping he wouldnt be offended. She walked into her temporary home and down to the washroom where a large tub and scrubbing materials waited, called more likely, to Eva. She sat down and emptied her basket contents into the pile next to her, waiting for a good wash down.
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Dec 15, 2008 21:45:30 GMT -5
Brone watched her eyes. "My wound is healing," He said pushing back his sleeve. "It is the bandage that needs washing." He said following her into the house she walked toward. It was messy, and dirty. But this was a poorer section, he wasn't expecting anything different. The dirt was visible on the floor. He had forgotten how meagerly they lived around here. She dumped her laundry into the water and the prince, looking terribly out of place, unwound his bandage.
The gash on his arm was deep and long, a puckering scar, but every time he fed, some of the sudden rush of blood escaped, and it would until it was done healing. hence, the bandage.
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Post by Eva Blueblood on Dec 16, 2008 19:17:54 GMT -5
 Eva took his arm gently and the touch startled her, almost left an electric sensation in her blood. She looked away, her pale cheeks flushed a light pink. She grabbed his bandage and soaked it into the hot water and it steamed for a moment, the hot water meeting the room-teprature bandage. She took some anti bacterial soap into her hands and scrubbed it thouroughly, feeling the need to look at the prince again. She snuck a glance, feeling pressure for some reason. She felt the need to start up a conversation while they sat in akward silence, but couldn't find anything in the world to talk about. Here he was, the prince whom she had alwayd pictured in her mind from sotries she heard, and she couldn't even summon up courage for speech? But there was little to exchange between mere commoner and royalty. She felt so dirty under his gaze, as if he could see right through her. But she figured all royalty were to have that effect on people, otherwise there would be no fear or respect for them. |
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Dec 16, 2008 19:27:19 GMT -5
Brone was surprised that she had touched him. Commoners usually didn't--well not the cold skin. They often grasped for robes, something that if lost would be of a use. But he made not even a flicker of movement as she did so. He was used to standing very still. He watched her wash, a simple, low class task. He of course knew how, but he had never done that. He was a prince after all. Training was his only dirty work. The bubbles the water, the soft swooshing sound, her hands rubbing quickly. Brone was slightly entertained, and there was nothing else to look at.
Brone had noticed her faint flush, vampires usually weren't blushing creatures, having no real blood of their own. She must still be processing her last meal. He wondered if the silence was uncomfortable for her, but what did they have to say to one another?
The prince clasped his hands behind his back and turned to watch her face as she worked. "Is this what your tasks are for the day, washing? Do you do more? Who do you work for?"
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Post by Eva Blueblood on Dec 16, 2008 19:52:01 GMT -5
Eva blinked. She had never really been in a conversation about her everyday tasks, but seemed vaguely interested. "Well...yes. I do the wash, I clean the dining ware, occaisionaly I even have to tend to people when they're sickly but usually we don't get a lot of sick. Just people looking for a place to stay. I work here for food and a place to stay, my mother is probably long dead and my dad..." She paused for a moment, thinking about her dad, te one who had installed the venom vampirein her blood, the reason why she was a halfling and not just a mere mortal, bound to die in a terrotory of thirsty vampires. Her dad had left her after finding out his child was an abomination, with human blood still faintly mixed with her vampire blood. She shrugged. "...well to be quite honest im not sure where my father disappeared to. I've never really known either parents. I work for Miss Nennaway, she gladly gave me my life back, sort of made herself my adopted mother in a way. Not that I need one, but I deffinately need a place to stay." She swished the cloth around some more, now just rinsing the soap out. "Well enough about my boring life, what's it like to be you? I mean if it's not out of my place to ask. I've just wanted to know what it's like to have all of this," She gestured to the laundry, "done for you."
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Dec 16, 2008 20:07:20 GMT -5
She was certainly very blunt, wandering on about her life story--not that the prince cared much. The of course, did listen, watching her as she spoke--that much was polite. No point in asking the question if you weren't curious, even slightly, as to the answer. She worked here, was it a hotel of sorts? It seemed to be. An inn. He would have to remember that for another time.
So she was like a maid, and an orphan of sorts. He wondered if she was a turned vampire because she 1) could blush, 2) talked as if she was not quite sure of how to act around him ad 3) her mysterious family. He could be wrong though. But something struck him about her.
"It would take far to long to describe my life," Brone said flatly, but the corner of his mouth curled up slightly. He was not about to pour his heart out so to speak to this lowly girl.
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Post by Eva Blueblood on Dec 17, 2008 19:22:50 GMT -5
Eva straightened up and hung the cloth on the drying table. Her eyes lowered to her hands. She looked back at the prince and nodded, she could tell she had bored the man to tears. She took a deep breath and shuffled her feet again. Her head snapped up instantaneously in less than a milleseconds time, hearing Nenny coming towards the door. She groaned quietly and stood slowly.
"Girl what's takin you so bloody long?! I thought you would have had those sheets done hours ago --" She stopped short when looking at the prince then exited the room in that same second. Eva grinned and shook her head. The turned back to the prince. "Well it should be dry by now..." She wasn't sure what else to say, whether to wish him well on his way or whatnot,
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Dec 17, 2008 19:46:07 GMT -5
Brone laughed softly after her boss had gone, for surely that was who she was. All of these commoners were weird. he had decided, but he was amused, maybe he should spend more time around them. They all seemed different, very different from the rich vampires he knew. "Your boss?" he said, but it really wasn't a question, it was a statement. Brone went over to the sun, nothing dried that fast did it? But he couldn't survive in the sunlight, but he was quick and took the cloth out of the patch of setting sun. He wrapped it around his arm and nodded to Eva.
"Thank you Miss Blueblood," He said with a faint smile. "Tell Nenny I am sorry for keeping you from your work." But it was more of a slight smirk now. Brone turned and started up the stairs. He wasn't sure what he could do. then he paused and tucked a hand in his robes and tossed a few gold coins in her direction, not that she really deserved them all... but....
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Post by Eva Blueblood on Dec 17, 2008 20:05:04 GMT -5
Eva nodded. Indeed she did have more work to do. Back to boring old life again. Yippee. Eva smiled and watched His Majesty take the cloth and wrap it around his arm once more. Eva saw him depart and her smile faded. He carried a certain radiance around him, it almost made her distressed to see him leave. She shook away the disgraceful feeling and her eyes detected the small pause from his way out as he threw a couple gold coins in front of her. Her eyes widened and her throat swelled up. She grinned and looked back up.
"Thank you your majesty!!" She said nothing else, because honestly that's all she could really say for having a different night for once instead the same old every day drag me downs, and then some. Her mind raced at all the things she could do with what he had given her. She truly was thankful that she had been blessed, her prayers answered possibly.
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Dec 17, 2008 20:13:31 GMT -5
Brone smiled at the look on her face. he knew that when he was king that he would give away as much money as he could to help the poorer vampires. They could make a great empire, truly, they could. He smiled and gave another nod back. Prince didn't say 'you're welcome', they were not really supposed to say 'thank you', because people were supposed to do stuff for them.
He turned and walked out into the night, leaving her alone down in the washroom. The streets were just as dirty, and just as busy as before. It seemed most people spent all their time outside, except for day when they hid.
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