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| Party in Disguise; tag Charles Turner & Christian Appleward | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 21 2010, 06:48 AM (402 Views) | |
| Alison Clifford | Nov 21 2010, 06:48 AM Post #1 |
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*December 1511* Following Abandon All Sanity Alison was so excited that she was almost jumping out of her skin. She did her best again to appear lady-like as she headed towards her chambers, but boy did she hurry. With painting ideas running through her mind of how exactly she could paint her two models, she almost missed her room, one might call this an ‘Issy moment’, as some courtiers would have put it. Pushing into her room, she went into a flurry of action, pulling out her painting equipment and supplies, while asking her servants to bring her water to fill the bathing tub. The water wasn’t for her though, she just hoped she didn’t have to drown her knew servant friends all night for them to wash up. Though as she thought about it, she really didn’t need them to wash thoroughly, just have more of a clean look than usual. She set up her easel to view the bed but then rearranged all over again. Her first thought was to do a bedroom scene, but then maybe she could do something from the Bible, Adam and Eve was the likely prospect. Maybe even then she could combine the two scenes, after all there would have to be a time when Adam and Eve would be set in a bedroom and it would have been the beginning of the human race. With it coming close to the evening, Alison decided it would be best to change out of her winter gown and into something more comfortable, especially as she wouldn’t know how long this painting session would take. She changed into a heavy chemise, covering it entirely with a dressing gown that could have been a normal gown on its own (though anything she wore would most likely appear impressive to the servants). Once she had set up in the actual bedroom, the water arrived. Instead of letting her servants aid her in anything else for the evening, she dismissed them and informed them that she was not meant to be disturbed. It was quite natural for her to ask such a thing, so the servants left without question. As she checked everything over and pulled out various garments and things she could use (by now she had collected a few things that would be put to good use for a painting), she unpinned her hair, and rolled it up into a loose bun. With everything in order, as much as she could ensure, she sat down in her small sitting room. She sat, waiting for the arrival of Charles and his redheaded friend, whom she must remember to ask for a name. |
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| Charles Turner | Nov 22 2010, 09:48 PM Post #2 |
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From the moment Alison had invited Christian to tag along, to be painted too, Charles had been dreading the time that Lady Alison would call for them. Spending time with Christan Appleward was one thing, but during the time that had originally been reserved for him and Alison alone? No. No, that was not something Charles wanted to take part in. But, it involved money. Money was something that he always needed, and had a very, very hard time refusing. And Christan really wasn't that unappealing. Spending a couple extra hours with her once wouldn't be all that terrible. No, he could handle it. That was what he had to keep telling himself. He could handle it. Just once. He could do this. Especially, when there was going to be wine involved. Lots and lots of wine. Even though Alison had asked them to bring it as a cover, Charles had no objections to its presence. If he would have to be with Christian, a little wine would never hurt anything. She wasn't exactly the most pleasant person in the world, and maybe, by the end of the night, with a little wine, her appearance would improve as well. With that in mind, Charles set not one bottle, but two and three glasses, setting them on a tray. Hm...as he thought about it more, Charles decided a third bottle wouldn't hurt anything, so he set it on the tray as well and scanned the kitchen for Christian. "Chris! Hey! Miss Appleward!" he called. "Where's tha' cheese then, that Lady Alison wante'? Let' go!" |
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| Christian Appleward | Nov 22 2010, 10:18 PM Post #3 |
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After Alison had left Christian found herself excited. She did nothing to hide her mocking amusement as Charles' obvious disappointment at her coming. She would make his life miserable if she could, simply because he had made it so blatantly obvious (to her, at least) that he did not want her to be there. Not to mention that Christian loved the attention Alison was showing her, and could not help but add that to her current mood of being overly gleeful. While she did not appreciate being bossed around, she thought only of Alison's request as a ruse to legitimize their true goal, and so she picked up the cheese, while Charles picked up the wine. She smiled an odd and uncharacteristic smile when she saw how much wine she might consume that evening and went to pick up the cheese just as Charles shouted for her. "Keep your breeches on!" she yelled back, loading everything up on a tray and marching toward the boy she had found herself calling Chuck, rather than Charles. "Eager, are we?" she teased with a delightfully and uncharacteristically amused (rather than scornful) smirk. "You ever see any o' 'er paintin's? She any good?" she asked as she led the way out the kitchen, up the stairs, through court until they reached Alison's chambers. Christian did not bother knocking. Rather, she entered rather dramatically, displaying the cheese in one hand, her tone as polite as it ever got: "We bring cheese and wine, Madam!" She thought the whole situation amusing and that was clearly evident as she grinned. She minded not calling Alison madam, just this once, to not only be polite, but to show her amusement at the situation. It worked. |
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| Alison Clifford | Nov 24 2010, 12:39 AM Post #4 |
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Alison jumped up as soon as they had arrived, well Christian appeared first, but that didn’t mean Charles wasn’t behind her. She clapped her hands together at the offerings they brought, she was a little surprised at the amount of wine Charles brought, but she shook her head, a big grin on her face, this was going to be one of the best nights she ever had. Taking the cheese from Christian she leant in and kissed her cheek, never able to get rid of her grin. “Thank you so much, this is going to be a great night. Oh, forgive me, I didn’t ask for your name, but let me take these and you and Charles can go wash up, there’s a tub of water waiting for you.” As she spoke, she turned to Charles and took the wine from him, giving him a kiss on the cheek for his troubles too. She then placed the wine and cheese on the sitting room table. She nodded towards the bathing area, more like a corner of the room that was sectioned off with curtains. “You can fight over who goes first. Charles, there is a pair of leather breeches for you to change into, but I want you shirtless and you my Goddess…” Alison smiled as she turned to Christian. “There’s another gorgeous dressing gown for you to wear, or you can take a pick of any of my gowns, just we won’t do it up, because I would like your back free, if that’s ok?” She glanced between them both, hoping this wasn’t all too much for them and she didn’t mean to throw orders at them, it was a painter’s habit. Although, they weren’t really orders, because she expected them to have their own voice when they were with her, and seeing as Christian was already like that, Alison didn’t worry too much. She then suddenly paused as she had started to pour out the wine for all of them, they were her guests, so she felt she had to serve them. “Actually, I think the Goddess should wash up first, so then you Charles can wash up while we make her pretty.” Once she had finished pouring the wine, she handed out them a glass each, pausing again as she glanced between them both. “You don’t need help washing up do you?” Alison didn’t think to realise that they might not have had the opportunity or time to make themselves as clean as her. |
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| Charles Turner | Nov 27 2010, 10:28 PM Post #5 |
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Charles followed Chris up the stairs toward Alison's chamber. He smiled smiled slightly at her question, remembering the time when he had helped Alison after she'd fallen in the snow, and had then watched her paint for a time. "Yeah," he replied, "I've seen her pain'. She's real good. Real good. S'gonna be a real good paintin', I think." Not that Charles really wanted to spend time with Christian, he had to remember they were simply being models for Alison. They just sat together for awhile while she painted them. It wasn't a huge deal. When they reached Alison's chambers, Charles followed behind Christian burst thought the door, loudly claiming that they had brought her the items she had requested. Why did she have to be so...so Christian? All the time? Why, for a few hours of the day, could she not behave somewhat like a woman of upper class? He smiled as Alison took the tray of wine from him, kissing his cheek in the process. Sure, she had kissed Chris's cheek as well, but for whatever reason, Charles felt as though she had really meant it when she kissed him, and was actually pleased to be in his company for the evening. Following the gesture of Alison's head, Charles looked over at the tub, then back at Christian. Fight was an understatement. Alison obviously had never seen the way they reacted with one another. Everything seemed to be a fight. Just as Charles was about to open his mouth to make this into one, Alison cut in, saying that Christian should go first. He nodded curtly, and gratefully took the wine from Alison, taking a rather generous sip from his glass. "S'fine. I'm indiffern' to her," he gestured with his head to Christian. "An' I rather like watchin' you pain'. An' we 'ave wine. There's nothin' to lose." |
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| Christian Appleward | Nov 30 2010, 09:09 PM Post #6 |
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Christian's smirk widened at Charles' admission that it would be a good painting. She didn't consider that it might be because of Alison's painting skills, rather she assumed it was because they would look good in it.. and Christian somehow managed to make that sound, in her head, as a compliment to her looks. Aye, she was most wonderfully skilled at twisting other people's words in her mind so that she would always come out on top. "Thank you!" she said, her grin turning mocking, teasing him for what she assumed to be an admission.. but how that was to be interpreted by Charles could be one of two options: he could either see the sincere self-absorbed attitude that fueled her comment, or he could see it as sarcasm. Though Charles might know Christian's blatantly obvious self-obsessive manner well enough by now to not fall for the latter. Christian was impressed by Alison. She was rarely impressed. The kiss on the cheek, the treatment as though Christian were royalty, well.. all of it set Alison in the most magnificent light in Christian's opinion. Of course, she had done nothing to truly impress her, but that just made it all the better. Christian was used to, on occasion, people sucking up to her to get free information out of her. Alison appeared to have no idea who she was, and while she normally hated that, she loved it in this case. "I'm Christian," she introduced herself finally, before giving Charles a challenging look to see who would end up in the tub first. Christian wanted to go first.. not for any other reason than the fact that it was first. Of course, Christian thought of herself as a goddess often enough to not think much of being called it.. and yet. She never heard it from anyone else's lips, and nearly melted at the wording. None of her admiration showed for Alison, however, and she simply looked bored for a second. "I can wash meself," she said with a nod to Alison, beginning to fiddle with the ties on her dress while still standing in front of them. When she finally undid them she dropped off her dress and was left in her under dress, before she finally migrated behind the separator. She threw her clothes in the floor and sunk into the bath with a fairly large splash and began washing herself. "don' drink all the wine withou' me!" she demanded, but then decided to shut up and begin washing herself noisily, her keen ears prodding through the splashings to listen to their conversation, the splashings a mere cover to give them a false sense of security so that they might speak freely, thinking she would not hear. [[her dress is a standard cook's outfit: Like this one!, except totally hotter 'cause it's not on an ugly chick. ]] |
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| Alison Clifford | Dec 2 2010, 10:21 PM Post #7 |
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Alison smiled brightly at the learning of her Goddess’ name. Christian seemed fitting. And it seemed she was lucky to suggest that Christian wash up first, because the look she gave Charles was a challenging one. Alison already could see that she would be playing the mother in this group and Christian was already to be the spoilt child. Though Charles didn’t seem to mind, which was probably a good thing, she didn’t want to deal with squabbling servants acting like children, however much she loved them already. She didn’t want to show her authority over them, she wanted them to remain as equal as they could while in her private abode. Maybe she could even sell her paintings to have enough to buy a little house for them to use, but would she be allowed? She was a woman, an unmarried woman at that. Unless of course she put it under a man’s name, she could ask her father, but she didn’t want to have anything to do with the man. Maybe she could convince Charles to let her use his name? It was something to think about at least. She smiled at him as she passed him the wine, but paused as she held out Christian’s. She had already started to undress herself, and despite herself, Alison actually blushed. Christian was so vibrant and just ‘wow’. Alison wasn’t used to such behaviour, but she didn’t mind it, though she was probably jealous of the servant. It didn’t mean Alison despised her for this; she just wished she too could be free of duty and protocol, and not care what everyone thought of her. Alison probably loved Christian all the more for this. Jealous yes, but she also admired her. Alison grinned as Christian was happy to take care of her washing up on her own, watching her vanish in the so-called bathing area. She looked down at the wine in her hand and shrugged, taking a sip, calling back to Christian. “Don’t worry sweetheart, there’s a bottle for each of us!” My, what had become of the noblewoman, she wasn’t herself at all. She turned to Charles and made him sit with her on the settee, drinking her wine with one hand and cutting smaller slices of the cheese with the other. Seeing as neither of them mentioned her requests for the painting, she assumed they were fine with it. She turned back to him, popping a bit of cheese into her mouth, unable to believe how good it tasted when she was in a better mood for it. When she had finished, she asked. “So why are you indifferent to her? I think she’s adorable!” She paused, not wanting to seem as if she wanted to start a conversation about Christian presumably behind her back, she gestured around them. “You are fine with all of this? If you feel uncomfortable about anything, just tell me. But you’re a gorgeous man, Charles; you’ll look brilliant in the painting.” As she said this, she gave him a small smile, and carefully reached out to touch his face. (Christian should totally dare Alison to kiss him now me thinks XD) |
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| Charles Turner | Dec 6 2010, 08:51 PM Post #8 |
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Charles took another sip of his wine as he observed Christian as she fiddled with the ties of her dress, the fabric dropping to the floor, leaving her only in her underdress. His eyes swept up and down her form briefly before taking another sip of wine, and turning back to Alison. Perhaps she wasn't as plain as he had originally thought. Her hair wasn't just red. It was more or an auburn. Much prettier. And she had curves that he hadn't really noticed until now. Charles stared critically into his cup. It was probably because of the wine, but strangely enough, he wasn't as objective as he had been earlier about modeling with Christian. Actually, he really didn't mind at all. This had the opportunity to be a rather enjoyable experience. He was so caught up in his own thoughts, thinking about Christian, and the painting, Christian in her underdress, Christian behind that curtain in the tub bathing, he didn't even hear Alison as him a question at first. That was, until he realized that she was asking about Chris. "Oh, wha'? he asked, draining the remainder of his wine, and immediately reaching out for the bottle to refill it. "Oh. Yeah, she's no' bad. I...I'm no' exactly indifferen'. I mean, I don' min' her sometimes..." Charles's voice trailed off, and he took another swig from his cup. God, this was exceptional wine. He took another sip of his wine, and smiled as Alison spoke, asking him if he was alright with the painting. "Oh, I dunno. I think so. I mean, wha' exactly do you wan' us to....I dunno, do? Like how are we..." He didn't really know how to put his thoughts into words. Especially with the effect the wine was already having on his body. He generally didn't make much sense in his speech to begin with? Drunk? That was a different story. In the very next breath, as all this was running though his head, Alison was saying that he was extremely handsome and that he would look brilliant in the painting. "Oh, I don' know abou' that, Lady Alison," he said, blushing, "bu' I'm gla' you...gla' you thin' so." ((So now Chuck has flipped the tables and lusts after Chris. What a manwhore. And this was short and crapish. So sorry loverlies<333)) |
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| Christian Appleward | Dec 9 2010, 08:34 PM Post #9 |
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Christian's ears prodded for their conversation. Her interest was piqued, when Alison referred to her as "adorable." It made her frown. What the hell did adorable mean? Christian felt as though that was a term used for a child, and would have immediately disliked Alison for saying that, if she had not made such a great impression earlier. She decided that surely Alison had meant it as a good thing, only to supplement her earlier "Goddess" comments. When Chuck spoke, her frown only grew graver.. he didn't mind her sometimes? God, she knew her and Chuck didn't get along always, but he only didn't mind her sometimes? Christian's splashings became louder, now determined she'd rather drown out what they were saying than listen to it any longer. She focused on actually bathing, thinking that wine would be a welcome treat once she was finished. She scrubbed herself raw in some places, determined to get every speck of dirt off her, so that she might look good in Alison's painting. She didn't know much about painting, and often thought every detail of a person was recorded on the canvas... Christian would not have dirt on her in the only painting she might ever grace. Finally, she got out, dried herself off, and left wet footprints on the floor to the gown Alison had put out for her. Christian would have given half her arm to actually own a gown such as this. She had gotten herself a gown once, bought the fabric, gotten someone else to sew it, everything.. but she had never had the chance to wear it, save in her own company. Her heart began racing at the thought of being able to wear something this fancy in the company of others. With a rare elated smile, that did not seem malicious as most her smiles did, she donned the gown, leaving the back open (not that she could have tied it up herself, anyway) and sauntering back out to join the others. She spun out from her hideout, clean and sparkling in her dress, and spoke, not caring if she interrupted anyone. "Well? Wha' d'ya think?" she asked, confidently, before finding herself a glass of wine. |
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| Alison Clifford | Dec 14 2010, 10:00 PM Post #10 |
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Alison told herself that her interest in Charles was purely professional, though could she actually be attracted to him, to a man? To Christian she was definitely, but Charles? She let her hand fall from his face, shaking her head slightly and trying not to laugh as he spoke of Christian. She returned to her wine as she finally answered him and smiled. “Just stand there long enough for me to paint you. But if you need a break, you can tell me; because you might get bored just standing there.” It was then that Christian appeared; well Alison had heard her moving about and had paused to wait for her appearance. As soon as she saw her, Alison jumped up, grinning. “Oh! You are a Goddess! You will look just perfect in the painting, perfect.” Alison probably shouldn’t be encouraging Christian, but she couldn’t help herself. It was right for a commoner to suddenly look so fine once they had cleaned up a bit and dressed as a noble would. Slowly losing her grin as she remembered Charles, she smiled down at him, while somehow still holding her wine. “You’re up next Charles, while I pretty up Christian some more.” She drank the rest of her wine, but didn’t bother re-filling it just yet. Placing her empty glass on the table, she gently veered Christian towards her vanity table. “This way milady, come and sit so I shall do your hair and face.” She waited patiently for Christian to oblige. While it was more of a request than an order, who wouldn’t want to be pampered? And now Alison was slowly learning that Christian was drinking all this up, which Alison was glad, for she didn’t want to force someone into doing something they preferred not to do. Again Alison waited until Christian was ready and happy to sit there with her wine, while Alison gently began to brush the servant’s hair, doing her best not to rip the woman’s hair out. |
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| Charles Turner | Dec 20 2010, 08:15 PM Post #11 |
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The corner of Charles's mouth quirked up into a smile as Alison's hand dropped from his face. What had he done, a tenant farmers son, to deserve a job like this, to spend the evening drinking wine with two absolutely gorgeous women? It was just so surreal. He found himself nodding vaguely as Alison went on about modeling, and if he needed a break, they all he had to do was ask. It seemed so terribly simple. Just as Charles was about to open his mouth to comment, Christan materialized from behind the curtain, wearing Alison's gown. Charles's jaw hit the floor. His brain was completely disconnected from his body as Alison jumped to her feet, complimenting Christian time and time over on how beautiful she looked. It was true though. Never in his life would Charles ever have thought Christian Appleward would be one to look pretty. Not when she had been wearing her cook's dress anyway. Not that she was clean, it was almost as though she was a different person. A very, very different person, one which whom Charles would not object to spending time with, as long as she was looking as she was now. "You are Chris," he said standing. "Tha' dress looks..." Charles's voice trailed off, and he licked his lips, eyes never leaving Christian. He glanced down finally, at his wine glass, before taking a gracious sip. "You look alrigh'," he finished, before Alison interjected, announcing that it was his turn in the tub. Nodding curtly, Charles stripped his linen shirt, and tossed it aside, still watching Christian. "Yeah...yeah I guess I...I guess I am nex'." He shuffled toward the tub, the image of Christian in that dress still imprinted fresh in his head. Peeling off the remainder of his clothes, Charles sunk into the tub, into the same water Christian had just been. Dear god, what had he done to deserve something like this? Whatever it was, Charles swore that he was would search the remainder of his life to find out what it had been. |
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| Christian Appleward | Dec 22 2010, 08:55 PM Post #12 |
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Christian's hand led the wine to her lips as Alison praised her looks, calling her again a Goddess, and saying that she was perfect. Christian could not help but feel her confidence soar higher than it ever had before.. and that, for Christian was saying something. She, of course, thought that everything Alison said was the truth of it, and she could not disagree.. but hearing.. actually hearing it from someone else's lips, not just interpreting their glances as admiration.. now that was something she was unused to and she couldn't help but love every second of it. With all the praise flying in her direction from Alison Christian failed to notice that Charles had begun staring. It was only when he spoke that she turned to him, her elated smile turning into a smirk as his distracted way of commenting on her beauty. She now knew that she could rub the fact that he liked her in his face. She loved the thought of having leverage over the boy who so seemed eager to treat her as a mere co-worker. She would, the first chance she got, rub it in his face. Of course, he saved himself somewhat by claiming she just looked alright, though his lingering looks told her otherwise. Her eyes followed him as he removed his shirt and went to bathe, before turning back to Alison, and taking a sip of wine. "Migh' 'ave more fun in the kitchen wearin' this, if tha's the kind o' reaction I get. 'Ere I thought people were just too shy to talk o' my beau'y. Dresses make tongues wag, do they?" she grinned at Alison, unable to keep herself from being a much cheerier version of herself with all the love and wine floating about the room. She followed Alison and sat down rather abruptly and unladylike, comletely unfitting of the gown she was wearing, but followed Alison's lead no less. When she started brushing her hair Christian began moving her head opposite the direction of Alison's brushing, not used to having others brush her hair, only seeking to pull the brush out of her hair faster, thinking it might somehow aid Alison's brushing. "Wha're you gonna do to me?" she asked curiously before taking another sip of wine, tilting her head back, not considering how that might disrupt the brushing. |
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| Alison Clifford | Jan 10 2011, 11:21 PM Post #13 |
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Alison couldn’t help but smile at Charles as he complimented her star, now it seemed the hostility between the two was disappearing for a moment and she hoped it would stay like that for the remainder of the evening. And then Charles too had to strip before them. How could Alison become flustered seeing such things from servants no less? She discreetly stared at Charles, realising now that she hadn’t really ever seen a man naked or even half naked for that matter. To stop herself from staring, she returned her attention on Christian, as she ushered the Goddess to the vanity table. It wasn’t until Christian spoke that would bring Alison back to the here and now. She blinked a little before smiling at the reflection of Christian as she returned her full attention on combing out the red-head’s hair, which of course was quite difficult with Christian’s moving about. But Alison was patient; they had time, didn’t they? They had all night. “First brush out your hair and pin it up on one side so it’s out of your face. And maybe we can decorate your hair with flowers or something and then we can make your eyes stand out with beautiful colours around them. That’s if you sit still long enough.” She smiled, amused, showing that she was merely teasing a little, but if the servant understood her words might have been a request, but definitely not an order. Christian did test Alison’s skills, but having lived with her four cousins, she had been tested often, especially when it came to brushing out one of her cousins’ hair. But Alison wasn’t going to give up, she stuck to it until she had finally managed to brush out the red hair, even managing at some point to pin back the right side, for this would be the side she would paint. After quickly adding a few decorative flowers to keep the natural Adam and Eve theme, she set about pampering Christian’s face, now working faster as she realised that Christian may not want to sit still for too long. (Sorry it took so long! And p.s. Chris will basically look as she's in her avie, unless Shae says otherwise )
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| Charles Turner | Jan 21 2011, 10:35 PM Post #14 |
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The image of Christian in her dress still flitting around in her mind, Charles stripped the remainder of his clothes, and sunk into the tub. The water was a lot less warm than he assumed it must have been for Christian. Maybe he should have fought harder for that first spot. Then again, he wouldn't have gotten the chance to drink the wine he had and spend some extra time with Alison. Then there had been Christian's dress...dear god, Christan's dress. Never would Charles have ever thought she could look so attractive. It was amazing what something as simply as a bath could do. After several minutes in the tub, Charles decided he was clean enough, and hauled himself out of the tub, pulling on the leather breeches that Alison had given him. He'd never worn such a fine garment before. All the money he made working went to buying his father meager amounts of medicine, and food for his family. Although it was something Charles didn't ever want to admit, he knew deep down that things would be better if his father just died. But this night wasn't about his father. It was about drinking. It was about modeling for Alison. It was for Christian Appleward's dress. Pulling back the curtain, Charles stood watching Alison fixing Chris' hair for a minute before pouring himself a glass of wine, and sinking onto the bed. "So," he said, taking a sip. "Are we gonna so this or wha'? |
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