Don’t worry about that, sweetheart. You’re not important enough to offend me. In fact, you’re nothing. Enjoy the rest of your day.
I’ll be sure to sleep soundly tonight, no worries what so ever. A pleasure as always Miss Carmine, I do enjoy our little chats. D’day! Fuckin’ Bessie [she mutters the last bit to herself.]
Are you always this crude
? Because as much as I enjoy this little conversation we’ve been having, I have better things to do than listen to you babble on incoherently.
Pretty much so, though for courtesies sake this is nothin’. Don’t much feel like hearin’ later on tonight how I offended Carmine’s daughter before the gala or whatever it is.
Oh by all means, don’t let me stand in the way of your important affairs.
No. Unlike you I have standards that don’t include shooting someone or landing myself in a jail cell.
Mhm, that’s that thing that’s supposed to put you above everyone else innit? My da would say that’d mean you have a giant stick up yer arse and a lack of good sense, that why you waddle all funny?
I’d be careful what you wish for, darling. They have a habit of coming true if you don’t watch out.
And what, you’re gonna be the one to pull the trigger? [Snorts] Maybe if hell freezes over and lambs fly, you couldn’t handle the kick back of a rifle let alone a nerf gun. You’d tip over.
Thank God for that.
Trust me love, gods got nothin’ to do with it at all, I’d rather take a bullet than share anythin’ in common the wee little princess of Storybrooke.
Or ever attending any Ivy League University. Not that you would know what that is like.
No I wouldn’t, since I’m nothin’ like you.
Oh that’s right, a night in jail sounds like a real good time to someone who doesn’t have anywhere else to spend her Saturday nights. Or is looking for someplace with plumbing. I’ve heard that beggars can’t be choosers
but it looks like you chose the perfect place for you to spend your time having fun.
You’d be surprised what a good row and a night in the slammer can do for ya, then again you wouldn’t last a night there or anywhere that isn’t five stars or higher or risk tarnishing that perfect, daddy’s girl image.
I’m sure. Why don’t you just march on down there and point out those pesky flaws they have when it comes to keeping all the trash they’ve collected.
I could, but I won’t, more fun that way not like you’ve got an inclination as ta what that might be. Girl like you wouldn’t know fun if it you in the face, reckon yer first thought would be if yer make up smudged or not.
Did someone break out of jail today?
As a matter o’ fact I just did, funny how you’d think they’d know better by now.
The beast moved swiftly beneath his weight, carrying both him and the human that used muscle and voice to push them further away from his domain, from his home, a home that no longer held him as he turned away from the woods and let them fall silently into the background. The beast continued on until his eyes blinked open and shut, tucked in close to the human that reached back for one of his fleshless paws and had it wrapped around them as to ensure he wouldn’t fall. He would not. He was neither beast nor man but both, in tune with both the four legged kind as well as now the two legged kind even as his eyes took in the sight of his legs dangling on either side uselessly.
Time became nothing more than a blur, a blink or two before everything went from green to grey, stone rose up from the distance until it loomed higher and reached for the sky. His gaze rose with it until it encompassed them, swallowing them up as a predator devours it’s prey until they were trapped within, the hackles rising between his shoulders at how quickly his temperment changed without so much as moving an inch from his position on the back of the beast. He had never been one for walls, for gates, or for the likes of those who strove to be greater than man was ever meant to become. His boy King had once had hopes and aspirations of touching the sky but a well placed voice in his ear had told him a tale of a boy like him, a boy who flew too high and soon became destroyed because of it. Men were not meant for the sky, just as wolves were not meant for the backs of beasts of burden.
They came to a stop, it slowed until all he felt was the swaying of the sides that heaved and blew out of the air that burned through it’s lungs from the journeu they’d just travelled. His eyes narrowed, looking about that the stopping place that was smaller than the rest and smelled of the beast they were still atop as he released his hold on the human before him and subsequently slipped off the back, landing beside it on the ground in an ungainly heap of limbs with only the cloak still attached to his shoulders. He growled him displeasure, picking through the straw and dirt as his paws dug in to push himself back up again and found himself struggling to stand, two legs were shaky beneath his weight while he pressed up against the stall wall and held himself up like that for a moment, looking around in curiosity at the place he was now at before landing on the human. His human. Where had they taken him? And why?
She could had sworn her heart hadn’t stopped thundering in unison to the sound of pounding hooves until they crossed the threshold of West Gate, drawing to a close behind them as she did not yield to the guard or anyone who had come in their way. Already questions would be asked, reaching here and there and to her father long before she could get him back through the gate. It wasn’t a choice she had allowed either one of them, she chose to bring him there and there was no going back, not as they reached the stables and both dismounted readily. Her landing was firm while his was not, she was ready to aid him but paused, a smile on her lips and a her bow in hand. “You’ll get the hang of them.”
She promised as she turned away, ridding Angus of his saddle and mouth-bit and putting them in their proper places where she gave a moment of thanks to her fathers wishes, a Princess must learn all manner of things and caring for her horse was among them. Still, no stable master in sight she kept an eye for any other who would be there and prayed that they were not. The walk to the castle could not be as quick as their ride, how many would see them as they came through castle walls…a hundred at least.
Leaving him to his own devices she came back a moment later, kilt in hand and a pair of boots she nicked from one of the stable hands who would find a new pair come morning. “Here.” She offers, setting them down beside him before realizing he wouldn’t have the first clue as how to properly fashion the garment, the boots may be a given but how could she be sure. “I can help ya if ya like but…” feeling her cheeks redden at the thought, eyes cast sideways to avoid any more full sights of him Merida waited for any sort of instruction on his part.
You said it, not me. [ Barely able to hold back a laugh at the look she gave him, Luke grinned ] Who said I was looking for a fight? I’m wounded. You wouldn’t fight a wounded man, shot in the line of duty, would you? It was for honorable reasons, I swear.
And you agreed. [With a toss of copper curls she couldn’t but shake her head at him, fighting laughter and a smile as she repositioned herself, facing him as she straddled him.] Honorable you say? Yer just sayin’ that so you won’t get your arse kicked by a girl.
And it’s taken you this long to realize? Really now, Miles, I would have thought you would have seen it coming. [ chuckles ] Now scurry along because I’ve got a four o’clock appointment with another dame who wants to hear all about my heroic deeds and see my scars.
I should have, I must be getting daft in me old age. [Arching a brow she leaned back out of his hold, shooting him an incredulous look.] Excuse you? I never said I was sharin’ you with anyone, yer mine. You can fight me, but you won’t win. Nu-uh.
I seem to be having a string of them lately
must be the bullet wound, chicks dig a man with scars.
So that was yer big plan after all wasn’t it,get some wicked sexy scar to woe all the dames in town? [Laughs] Why am I not surprised.
Guess I’m not as predictable and you like to make me out then? [ adjusting her in his lap, tucking her in closer than before as he merely chuckled at her accusations. ] Hit me with your best shot, Mi.
Well let’s see, [Fitting into his arms, like a puzzle piece finding its place she gave him a contented smile as he chuckled at her playful words.] truth to tell ya I don’t even know where to begin. Long hours, danger in your job, bullet holes….I could go on, an on, an on but I won’t. Must be your lucky day then.