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| You Crash Where You Stand; Tag: Petite Arthur C. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 3 2011, 02:09 PM (159 Views) | |
| Anne Chamerlyn | Apr 3 2011, 02:09 PM Post #1 |
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Her darkened russet gaze drifted around the interior of the room. One thing remained certain-- she would be all too happy to release herself from it. The reflective eyes of her tutors had bored her for hours now. On and on they rambled and her patience had worn thin. Reluctant to move or even speak a word of protest, Anne Parr had endured, only to sit there lost in between disinterest and the radiant light seeping into the chambers. Being out of doors amidst the sunlight had to be more exciting than this; the overall monotone dialect of her education. A studious young woman, Anne still imagined that there was more to life than Latin or French. When it was finally over, she did not wait for her eldest sister before leaving, noticing that Katherine had only approached one of their mentors to ask a question. Rolling her eyes with a faint chuckle, Anne mumbled a brief "typical" as she walked back within the various halls of Hampton Court, taking a breath of air deep into her lungs as if she had been stranded within that room for years. She had little intention of allowing her attention to drift back to the book she held within her hand. She had spent more than enough time today agonizing over them. The quick and steady walk of the young adolescent, a girl of five and ten, did not halt at all as she wormed her way amongst the various courtiers. They paid little attention to her and she to them, finding her focus placed upon regaining some sort of sanity from the air outside. Her schedule was absolute. The animosity behind it was even worse. It was the same exact routine each day with little regard to her own desires. Unlike her sister, Anne was not comfortable knowing that her life was tied solely to expectation; that she was only alive to bear sons or daughters and to grow up spending her time attempting to capture the interest of a single man who might someday wed her, bed her, and then toss her aside when her utility had been depleted. She had her own sense of worth and her own expectations for herself. The warm spring breeze easily found the crevices of her dress as she walked down the stone, dirt, and grass pathways that composed the gardens outside of Court. She brushed her curls unconsciously from her cheek, moving through the various flora that occupied the space and thought of very little, much less the studies she had just sat through. That was precisely what she desired. Though she was indeed a ruminating female, it did nothing for her to reflect and study each moment of her life for she could never put it to good use. Oh, if she had been born a man! She would have carried only half of the constraint, but would have had to sacrifice herself to more problems. As she would have also been able to find a means of perfecting archery. Her eyes moved over the bushes of roses, falling over an open plain of grass occupied with a series of three targets. A distance away from the three of them there stood a young man she did not immediately recognize, but she had seen his face before, hovering within the Great Hall. She stood transfixed momentarily before walking absently down the small hill towards him, watching him as he positioned himself with the bow, studying his target, before letting the arrow fly loosely into the air. It sharply struck it with a rather loud thump almost directly upon the bull's eye. With an equal raise of both brows, Anne stopped a number of feet away, tucking her book underneath her arm to study him and his keen ability. Impressed, she lifted both of her hands, clapping them together rather softly as her dark eyes found his. "You're very good," she began, taking a few more steps towards him to better place him inside her recollection. She smiled softly, shifting her vision back towards where the arrow was now lodged, arching her brow as she inspected it. "I envy you and your ability to practice archery. That was quite impressive. I must admit, at my home at Kendal, I used to sneak out of doors and steal my brother's equipment in any attempt to do this." She smirked, glancing back at him and winking playfully. "You're also very fortunate to be able to practice it openly. God forbid a woman ever attempt it." |
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| Arthur Chamerlyn | Apr 22 2011, 07:37 AM Post #2 |
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Only a relatively short time had passed since his arrival to Court. It hadn’t been his first, but was most certainly the first for him to come with nearly all of his belongings so that he may call the palace home. Arthur scoffed; though he enjoyed the sociability of Court, the young Earl of Pembroke nearly seethed at the thought of one day having to see this place as a fortification of politics, a place of treachery and deceit that became the death of uncountable men. For now, though, he remained titled only by courtesy, and was able to live relatively freely at Hampton. His education had been finished, and in the Earl’s youth he used much of his time proving to be an athletic and virtuous courtier and soldier. Today was no different, and as he shot arrow after arrow into the target ahead, Arthur was beginning to enjoy his own small, personal sense of reality. In fact, he was enjoying it so much, the small voice behind him nearly went unnoticed. But it was a sound, nonetheless, a sound that different greatly repetitive whiz and thunk of the arrow that had nearly cemented itself in his ears. He turned instinctively to the newcomer, soon meeting eyes with a dark-haired girl who couldn’t be any more than sixteen. An amused smirk came to his lips as he lowered his bow and listened to her speak, glancing back over to the bull’s eye of the target. “God forbid?” He echoed, turning back to her with an inquisitive brow. His smirk grew. “Apparently not, my Lady,” he began, noticing the way her features had begun the slow but sure process of maturing into the years ahead. There was a very beautiful woman flourishing in the adolescent before him... that, he could easily tell. “For God’s prohibition seems hardly the deterrent to you, if that be the case…” he smirked and eyed her closely through their distance. Just who was this dark-eyed, fair-skinned brunette? Who seemed so badly to enjoy the aspects of the world of men? “Perhaps it is not a skill the fairer sex need, per se, but I see no fault in enjoying favored hobbies. Besides,” Arthur took a few steps over to her and casually extended his bow to her, bending at the waist in the movement and smiling ever by the slightest. “Being forbidden from something makes it all the more thrilling, I think.” He flashed her a quick wink before drawing an arrow one she’d taken the bow, using his chin to motion to where he’d been standing before. “Shoot on will, my Lady,” he smiled and took a tiny step backwards. “For that is what God gave us, no?” His expression brightened with his humor as he spoke, admittedly enjoying this unexpected company. |
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| Anne Chamerlyn | May 6 2011, 06:54 PM Post #3 |
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"For God's prohibition seems hardly the deterrent to you, if that be the case." The mere sound of a light laugh passed between them, Anne's coral lips curving into an amused smirk. She glanced at the ground out of partial embarrassment, but returned her gaze to the man who had so easily leaped at her statement with a witty retort. Instead of scolding her behavior, he regaled in it effortlessly. If he was already playing with her innocence, Anne could hardly tell, but she knew that somewhere between the words and the actual sentiment behind them, there may have rested a bigger understanding of the restrictions that faced the fairer sex. None of that seem to bother her. At this point, none of it mattered. She could argue about the topic with her siblings over wine and cards, but had no inclination to do it here. Anne only watched him with a quiet essence of curiosity. He was certainly older than she, his growing maturity evident in the sculpted jaw and features when he turned from her. It seemed that she was not the sole woman to notice the reasons for the lithe attraction. She had seen him certainly, but he was rarely alone. Even Anne was not blind. She could not even blame the other females members at Court whom she had witnessed with him. The thought of him being a bit of a heart breaker lifted the corners of Anne's lips all over again in subtle and dignified amusement. She wanted to place his name within the confines of her consciousness and searched for it. Nothing came. Luckily, he had taken a few steps closer to her, the translucence of his eyes like something she had never before witnessed. Anne looked upon the bow as he offered it to her. Surely he did not expect her to take it. The trouble was that he did, causing Anne only to incline her head and eye him with a raised brow, intrigue on display for the world to see upon her feminine features. "I cannot say that I disagree with you, my Lord," she stated, taking one final look at the object in his hand. "For when things are lawful, they do not excite desire, do they?" The wooden handle of the bow met her palm, a smirk falling in tow with the gentleman's own. Carefully, Anne took a step into the place where he had once stood, fitting the nock into the string of the bow. "I must warn you, though," Anne said absently as she lodged it into its proper position, her fingers running along the fletch. "Humoring my beliefs and fondness for this sport, let alone my inclinations towards my other hobbies or otherwise, may be a dangerous thing. I may just take them all to heart and only use them as an excuse to continue my passionate pursuits." She turned to look at him with a questionable expression edging on playfulness. Anne found favor in this man with no question for he had granted her something she had not expected-- liberty in such a minute form. Lifting the bow and arrow to breach the line of her vision, she took a moment to study the target in the distance, a brow raised in introspection. Anne had not the opportunity for several months to venture outdoors at Kendal to do this. It really had been, for lack of a better word, criminal for her to escape her home, sometimes in the depth of the night underneath the silver moon to practice this art. She had enjoyed what it had given her in a world almost entirely locked away from her. However, the dark-haired man beside of her had truly been corrected his statement that thrills came from all that was forbidden. Anne could not agree more. The arrow whizzed through the air then with its liberator uncaring so suddenly whether she had been seen or not. Anne only watched in mild wonder as it rammed into the board a way's away from where her companion's remained. Though still on the target, it rested inside of its largest circle. A faint blush crept over her cheeks, another brow raised in question at her skill. If she had been attempting to impress anyone, she would have failed miserably. "Apparently, my Lord, it is a skill that God has given you." Anne turned back to him, shaking her head to somehow rid herself of her sense of disappointment. "Unfortunately for me, I still lack significant practice to call myself even a moderate beginner. It does not help matters that in the darkness of night, one can just barely see the target ahead." She winked at him in jest, offering the bow back to him. "I received much of my thrill from this by being alone at night. Admittedly, I was a great deal better, but I did not have a pair of eyes studying me. You are much better trained than I. Perhaps you wish to continue so that I may watch and learn?" Her dark eyes moved to his, a bit of a devious grin accompanying the solid gaze. "Unless that makes you uncomfortable, though I somehow doubt it." Pausing, Anne moved a bit to the side, curtsying respectfully to him. "If, however, it does, allow me the opportunity of alleviating the discomfort. My name is Anne Parr and I have yet to receive the honor of knowing yours." |
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