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It was nearly impressively that four people living in one archontikó could go hours or a day without seeing each other. Of course, the key there was almost, given that Dionysios was all but confined to his rooms thanks to illness while she, Mihail and Thea all had varying degrees of tasks to do and lives to lead.
Or well, perhaps that was being generous, mostly to Mihail; saying he had anything to do that actually mattered was almost laughable. At least Thea took on more than a few of the household tasks Nethis didn’t want to address, at least she had family business to attend to in the absence of Dionysios’ ability to do so.
What did Mihail do?
Other than fuck whoever had his present fancy, spend coin and overall indulge himself, Nethis wasn’t particularly sure. There was a part of her that bore that with some bitterness, if only because she did loathe incompetence, but Mihail was partially a waste of her own making, so how much could she blame him for being as he was?
He had a spot in the heart she had long done her best to completely ignore, enough so that she had never wanted her youngest brother to be a threat. If he were capable, he would be, and that wouldn’t do.
It mattered little today though. Nethis’ thoughts weren’t so much on him or what he might be doing to waste his day as they were on herself; ambition well served and temporarily quieted by work completed left selfishness to consider. Here it took the form of wanting a bath, which was an easy whim to fulfill.
The home was a maze, in some fashion, but she knew it well enough to cut through from her rooms toward the family’s private bath in a less straightforward but actually faster path. Only, that required her to cut through several rooms and somehow resulted in her coming across another presence apparently leaving the baths (or at least coming from that direction with wet hair, so she put two and two together toward that conclusion) as soon as she opened the door.
In a snap moment, internally she sighed. Seeing as the person’s back was to her, she had no idea who they were, but she suspected they were one of Mihail’s friends (who else would invite someone in and then leave them to wander?) and she really didn’t want to deal with directing them out of the house. As such, she paused in the doorway instead of stepping into the room for the moment and wondered if she could wait them out and avoid interaction altogether.
Plus there was still the matter of reconsidering a bath if Mihail was in there.
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It was nearly impressively that four people living in one archontikó could go hours or a day without seeing each other. Of course, the key there was almost, given that Dionysios was all but confined to his rooms thanks to illness while she, Mihail and Thea all had varying degrees of tasks to do and lives to lead.
Or well, perhaps that was being generous, mostly to Mihail; saying he had anything to do that actually mattered was almost laughable. At least Thea took on more than a few of the household tasks Nethis didn’t want to address, at least she had family business to attend to in the absence of Dionysios’ ability to do so.
What did Mihail do?
Other than fuck whoever had his present fancy, spend coin and overall indulge himself, Nethis wasn’t particularly sure. There was a part of her that bore that with some bitterness, if only because she did loathe incompetence, but Mihail was partially a waste of her own making, so how much could she blame him for being as he was?
He had a spot in the heart she had long done her best to completely ignore, enough so that she had never wanted her youngest brother to be a threat. If he were capable, he would be, and that wouldn’t do.
It mattered little today though. Nethis’ thoughts weren’t so much on him or what he might be doing to waste his day as they were on herself; ambition well served and temporarily quieted by work completed left selfishness to consider. Here it took the form of wanting a bath, which was an easy whim to fulfill.
The home was a maze, in some fashion, but she knew it well enough to cut through from her rooms toward the family’s private bath in a less straightforward but actually faster path. Only, that required her to cut through several rooms and somehow resulted in her coming across another presence apparently leaving the baths (or at least coming from that direction with wet hair, so she put two and two together toward that conclusion) as soon as she opened the door.
In a snap moment, internally she sighed. Seeing as the person’s back was to her, she had no idea who they were, but she suspected they were one of Mihail’s friends (who else would invite someone in and then leave them to wander?) and she really didn’t want to deal with directing them out of the house. As such, she paused in the doorway instead of stepping into the room for the moment and wondered if she could wait them out and avoid interaction altogether.
Plus there was still the matter of reconsidering a bath if Mihail was in there.
It was nearly impressively that four people living in one archontikó could go hours or a day without seeing each other. Of course, the key there was almost, given that Dionysios was all but confined to his rooms thanks to illness while she, Mihail and Thea all had varying degrees of tasks to do and lives to lead.
Or well, perhaps that was being generous, mostly to Mihail; saying he had anything to do that actually mattered was almost laughable. At least Thea took on more than a few of the household tasks Nethis didn’t want to address, at least she had family business to attend to in the absence of Dionysios’ ability to do so.
What did Mihail do?
Other than fuck whoever had his present fancy, spend coin and overall indulge himself, Nethis wasn’t particularly sure. There was a part of her that bore that with some bitterness, if only because she did loathe incompetence, but Mihail was partially a waste of her own making, so how much could she blame him for being as he was?
He had a spot in the heart she had long done her best to completely ignore, enough so that she had never wanted her youngest brother to be a threat. If he were capable, he would be, and that wouldn’t do.
It mattered little today though. Nethis’ thoughts weren’t so much on him or what he might be doing to waste his day as they were on herself; ambition well served and temporarily quieted by work completed left selfishness to consider. Here it took the form of wanting a bath, which was an easy whim to fulfill.
The home was a maze, in some fashion, but she knew it well enough to cut through from her rooms toward the family’s private bath in a less straightforward but actually faster path. Only, that required her to cut through several rooms and somehow resulted in her coming across another presence apparently leaving the baths (or at least coming from that direction with wet hair, so she put two and two together toward that conclusion) as soon as she opened the door.
In a snap moment, internally she sighed. Seeing as the person’s back was to her, she had no idea who they were, but she suspected they were one of Mihail’s friends (who else would invite someone in and then leave them to wander?) and she really didn’t want to deal with directing them out of the house. As such, she paused in the doorway instead of stepping into the room for the moment and wondered if she could wait them out and avoid interaction altogether.
Plus there was still the matter of reconsidering a bath if Mihail was in there.
It was an odd kind of friendship that Silanos had struck up with Mihail of Thanasi. Ever since bumping in to him at the hot springs that day, and Mihail having saved him from that curse of a hangover he’d been nursing, there had been somewhat of a kinship formed between the youngest Valaoritis and the youngest Thanasi. Silanos was willing to ignore how downright weird Mihail’s clothing choices sometimes were, and his flirtatious leanings in exchange for good smoke and the extraordinary levels of snark that the other was capable of. Mihail was fun company, and that was about as much as Sil concerned himself with.
He didn’t buy into all the whispers that surrounded the Thanasi House anyway. In his experience, Evras was sweet enough, Mihail seemed fine.
It hadn’t even seemed odd when Mihail had suggested Silanos be spared the public loutra in favour of using his family's shared baths. They’d shared women, so sharing a bath seemed no more intimate. At least, in his head it had felt like that. The reality, as it turned out, was somewhat different. Or maybe he just wasn’t in the mood for casual Bath friendship. Either way, Sil had left to Mihail to marinate some more in the over abundance of fragranced oils he’d tipped into the water, and had slung a towel around his hips and gone into the adjoining chamber to dress.
He hadn’t even got that far when he heard the sound of a door opening behind him , and Sil sighed a long suffering sigh. “No. The answer is still no. I don’t know how many times I have to say it but I’m not shoving my dick anywhere on your person so just give it up already will you?” He said with a snort of disdain.
It was a long running joke between he and Mihail that Sil was mostly tolerant of, but the silence that followed made him wonder if his friend had not taken it in good spirits, and so Silanos turned, fully prepared to tell him to stop being so over sensitive when instead of looking upon the Thanasi Lord, his gaze landed instead upon a Thanasi Lady. An actual one.
“Oh fuck!” Sil actually jumped as he saw Nethis of Thanasi standing staring at him from the doorway. Snatching for something to act as a...well he didn’t know what really, he was left clutching a strigil, which he stared at in confusion before tossing aside.
“I thought you were Mihail” he explained, realising belatedly just what he had addressed to the woman before him. “Else I wouldn’t have presumed” Sil added, as he regathered some of his wits to him. “ Annnyway, sorry about that as you are clearly not Mihail.”
Nethis was, in fact, the only Thanasi that Silanos could understand the rumours about. She was beautiful, yes, in a sort of ‘will stab you if you look at her wrong’ kind of way, and it would have been a lie to say Sil didn’t feel a little vulnerable standing there in a fairly small towel.
“Silanos of Valaoritis” Because it was good manners to introduce yourself, even if you were only wearing a towel and standing in someone’s house having never met before. “ You’re Lady Nethis?”
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It was an odd kind of friendship that Silanos had struck up with Mihail of Thanasi. Ever since bumping in to him at the hot springs that day, and Mihail having saved him from that curse of a hangover he’d been nursing, there had been somewhat of a kinship formed between the youngest Valaoritis and the youngest Thanasi. Silanos was willing to ignore how downright weird Mihail’s clothing choices sometimes were, and his flirtatious leanings in exchange for good smoke and the extraordinary levels of snark that the other was capable of. Mihail was fun company, and that was about as much as Sil concerned himself with.
He didn’t buy into all the whispers that surrounded the Thanasi House anyway. In his experience, Evras was sweet enough, Mihail seemed fine.
It hadn’t even seemed odd when Mihail had suggested Silanos be spared the public loutra in favour of using his family's shared baths. They’d shared women, so sharing a bath seemed no more intimate. At least, in his head it had felt like that. The reality, as it turned out, was somewhat different. Or maybe he just wasn’t in the mood for casual Bath friendship. Either way, Sil had left to Mihail to marinate some more in the over abundance of fragranced oils he’d tipped into the water, and had slung a towel around his hips and gone into the adjoining chamber to dress.
He hadn’t even got that far when he heard the sound of a door opening behind him , and Sil sighed a long suffering sigh. “No. The answer is still no. I don’t know how many times I have to say it but I’m not shoving my dick anywhere on your person so just give it up already will you?” He said with a snort of disdain.
It was a long running joke between he and Mihail that Sil was mostly tolerant of, but the silence that followed made him wonder if his friend had not taken it in good spirits, and so Silanos turned, fully prepared to tell him to stop being so over sensitive when instead of looking upon the Thanasi Lord, his gaze landed instead upon a Thanasi Lady. An actual one.
“Oh fuck!” Sil actually jumped as he saw Nethis of Thanasi standing staring at him from the doorway. Snatching for something to act as a...well he didn’t know what really, he was left clutching a strigil, which he stared at in confusion before tossing aside.
“I thought you were Mihail” he explained, realising belatedly just what he had addressed to the woman before him. “Else I wouldn’t have presumed” Sil added, as he regathered some of his wits to him. “ Annnyway, sorry about that as you are clearly not Mihail.”
Nethis was, in fact, the only Thanasi that Silanos could understand the rumours about. She was beautiful, yes, in a sort of ‘will stab you if you look at her wrong’ kind of way, and it would have been a lie to say Sil didn’t feel a little vulnerable standing there in a fairly small towel.
“Silanos of Valaoritis” Because it was good manners to introduce yourself, even if you were only wearing a towel and standing in someone’s house having never met before. “ You’re Lady Nethis?”
It was an odd kind of friendship that Silanos had struck up with Mihail of Thanasi. Ever since bumping in to him at the hot springs that day, and Mihail having saved him from that curse of a hangover he’d been nursing, there had been somewhat of a kinship formed between the youngest Valaoritis and the youngest Thanasi. Silanos was willing to ignore how downright weird Mihail’s clothing choices sometimes were, and his flirtatious leanings in exchange for good smoke and the extraordinary levels of snark that the other was capable of. Mihail was fun company, and that was about as much as Sil concerned himself with.
He didn’t buy into all the whispers that surrounded the Thanasi House anyway. In his experience, Evras was sweet enough, Mihail seemed fine.
It hadn’t even seemed odd when Mihail had suggested Silanos be spared the public loutra in favour of using his family's shared baths. They’d shared women, so sharing a bath seemed no more intimate. At least, in his head it had felt like that. The reality, as it turned out, was somewhat different. Or maybe he just wasn’t in the mood for casual Bath friendship. Either way, Sil had left to Mihail to marinate some more in the over abundance of fragranced oils he’d tipped into the water, and had slung a towel around his hips and gone into the adjoining chamber to dress.
He hadn’t even got that far when he heard the sound of a door opening behind him , and Sil sighed a long suffering sigh. “No. The answer is still no. I don’t know how many times I have to say it but I’m not shoving my dick anywhere on your person so just give it up already will you?” He said with a snort of disdain.
It was a long running joke between he and Mihail that Sil was mostly tolerant of, but the silence that followed made him wonder if his friend had not taken it in good spirits, and so Silanos turned, fully prepared to tell him to stop being so over sensitive when instead of looking upon the Thanasi Lord, his gaze landed instead upon a Thanasi Lady. An actual one.
“Oh fuck!” Sil actually jumped as he saw Nethis of Thanasi standing staring at him from the doorway. Snatching for something to act as a...well he didn’t know what really, he was left clutching a strigil, which he stared at in confusion before tossing aside.
“I thought you were Mihail” he explained, realising belatedly just what he had addressed to the woman before him. “Else I wouldn’t have presumed” Sil added, as he regathered some of his wits to him. “ Annnyway, sorry about that as you are clearly not Mihail.”
Nethis was, in fact, the only Thanasi that Silanos could understand the rumours about. She was beautiful, yes, in a sort of ‘will stab you if you look at her wrong’ kind of way, and it would have been a lie to say Sil didn’t feel a little vulnerable standing there in a fairly small towel.
“Silanos of Valaoritis” Because it was good manners to introduce yourself, even if you were only wearing a towel and standing in someone’s house having never met before. “ You’re Lady Nethis?”
In a hundred years, Nethis would not have predicted that her presence would be detected or reacted to in such a fashion. It wasn’t that she was a stranger to garnering reaction, because, really, she wasn’t, it was simply that she had not known the whole circumstances that surrounded his presence here and she never would have come to them on her own.
That said, it wasn’t the only unexpected consideration in all this. In the moment she had previously registered his presence, she hadn’t noticed just how close to naked he was. It processed belatedly as he picked up a strigil in what she assumed was merely due to surprise and then tossed it aside. After noticing, she couldn’t help but wonder how she missed it. It was eye-catching.
Distraction wasn’t typically a fault of hers. She would linger in that later, and wonder if it meant she was missing other things.
But for now, a low laugh slid from lips, amusement replacing her initial irritation as she considered his reaction and the incredibly flustered responses that had followed. "I gathered as much, but yes, I am and therefore most definitely not Mihail. I would apologize for that, but I suspect it might not be such a disappointment all things considered."
She wasn’t surprised Mihail was pushing the boundaries with him; she understood her little brother well in many aspects and his non-conformity was among the easiest for her to grasp. Depending on how one looked at it, her motivations ought to dictate that she be concerned about his non-conformity, most of all considering their father once had been was, but things involving Mihail had long been more complicated. It was hard to be concerned when she understood from where it came. Plus, what mattered most was this: messes made by Mihail and that non-conformity were always easily cleaned up one way or another and this didn’t seem like it was one in the first place.
The offered name rang a bell in more than one way. There was something there with Evras, she was pretty sure, though the details escaped her as with many trivialities regarding Evras outside of her concern toward familial advancement and there was—of course—a family name she was familiar with. It was hard to forget the name when you tossed a boy bearing the same one into a pit of snakes in the middle of a forest, but that was years passed and from what Nethis gathered, more a mystery for Timaeus’ recollection than it was for her’s.
Given a different situation, she might have cared more about either or both of those things, but there was plenty about this situation that had her deeply amused. She knew the appropriate, polite thing to do would be to help him out of his predicament because he certainly was in one, but she couldn’t resist toying with him a little first (if not instead). It wasn’t a nice course of action, but no one had ever accused her of being that. The accusations aimed her way ran the opposite direction and she wasn’t sorry about it.
"So, what exactly was the plan here before my interruption?" she asked, even knowing there was absolutely no way he had one. Unabashedly, she let her gaze take in the sight of him—essentially—lacking clothes without bothering to hide it or her appreciation for it for a long moment, before setting her gaze back on his face properly. "To wander the house mostly undressed?"
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In a hundred years, Nethis would not have predicted that her presence would be detected or reacted to in such a fashion. It wasn’t that she was a stranger to garnering reaction, because, really, she wasn’t, it was simply that she had not known the whole circumstances that surrounded his presence here and she never would have come to them on her own.
That said, it wasn’t the only unexpected consideration in all this. In the moment she had previously registered his presence, she hadn’t noticed just how close to naked he was. It processed belatedly as he picked up a strigil in what she assumed was merely due to surprise and then tossed it aside. After noticing, she couldn’t help but wonder how she missed it. It was eye-catching.
Distraction wasn’t typically a fault of hers. She would linger in that later, and wonder if it meant she was missing other things.
But for now, a low laugh slid from lips, amusement replacing her initial irritation as she considered his reaction and the incredibly flustered responses that had followed. "I gathered as much, but yes, I am and therefore most definitely not Mihail. I would apologize for that, but I suspect it might not be such a disappointment all things considered."
She wasn’t surprised Mihail was pushing the boundaries with him; she understood her little brother well in many aspects and his non-conformity was among the easiest for her to grasp. Depending on how one looked at it, her motivations ought to dictate that she be concerned about his non-conformity, most of all considering their father once had been was, but things involving Mihail had long been more complicated. It was hard to be concerned when she understood from where it came. Plus, what mattered most was this: messes made by Mihail and that non-conformity were always easily cleaned up one way or another and this didn’t seem like it was one in the first place.
The offered name rang a bell in more than one way. There was something there with Evras, she was pretty sure, though the details escaped her as with many trivialities regarding Evras outside of her concern toward familial advancement and there was—of course—a family name she was familiar with. It was hard to forget the name when you tossed a boy bearing the same one into a pit of snakes in the middle of a forest, but that was years passed and from what Nethis gathered, more a mystery for Timaeus’ recollection than it was for her’s.
Given a different situation, she might have cared more about either or both of those things, but there was plenty about this situation that had her deeply amused. She knew the appropriate, polite thing to do would be to help him out of his predicament because he certainly was in one, but she couldn’t resist toying with him a little first (if not instead). It wasn’t a nice course of action, but no one had ever accused her of being that. The accusations aimed her way ran the opposite direction and she wasn’t sorry about it.
"So, what exactly was the plan here before my interruption?" she asked, even knowing there was absolutely no way he had one. Unabashedly, she let her gaze take in the sight of him—essentially—lacking clothes without bothering to hide it or her appreciation for it for a long moment, before setting her gaze back on his face properly. "To wander the house mostly undressed?"
In a hundred years, Nethis would not have predicted that her presence would be detected or reacted to in such a fashion. It wasn’t that she was a stranger to garnering reaction, because, really, she wasn’t, it was simply that she had not known the whole circumstances that surrounded his presence here and she never would have come to them on her own.
That said, it wasn’t the only unexpected consideration in all this. In the moment she had previously registered his presence, she hadn’t noticed just how close to naked he was. It processed belatedly as he picked up a strigil in what she assumed was merely due to surprise and then tossed it aside. After noticing, she couldn’t help but wonder how she missed it. It was eye-catching.
Distraction wasn’t typically a fault of hers. She would linger in that later, and wonder if it meant she was missing other things.
But for now, a low laugh slid from lips, amusement replacing her initial irritation as she considered his reaction and the incredibly flustered responses that had followed. "I gathered as much, but yes, I am and therefore most definitely not Mihail. I would apologize for that, but I suspect it might not be such a disappointment all things considered."
She wasn’t surprised Mihail was pushing the boundaries with him; she understood her little brother well in many aspects and his non-conformity was among the easiest for her to grasp. Depending on how one looked at it, her motivations ought to dictate that she be concerned about his non-conformity, most of all considering their father once had been was, but things involving Mihail had long been more complicated. It was hard to be concerned when she understood from where it came. Plus, what mattered most was this: messes made by Mihail and that non-conformity were always easily cleaned up one way or another and this didn’t seem like it was one in the first place.
The offered name rang a bell in more than one way. There was something there with Evras, she was pretty sure, though the details escaped her as with many trivialities regarding Evras outside of her concern toward familial advancement and there was—of course—a family name she was familiar with. It was hard to forget the name when you tossed a boy bearing the same one into a pit of snakes in the middle of a forest, but that was years passed and from what Nethis gathered, more a mystery for Timaeus’ recollection than it was for her’s.
Given a different situation, she might have cared more about either or both of those things, but there was plenty about this situation that had her deeply amused. She knew the appropriate, polite thing to do would be to help him out of his predicament because he certainly was in one, but she couldn’t resist toying with him a little first (if not instead). It wasn’t a nice course of action, but no one had ever accused her of being that. The accusations aimed her way ran the opposite direction and she wasn’t sorry about it.
"So, what exactly was the plan here before my interruption?" she asked, even knowing there was absolutely no way he had one. Unabashedly, she let her gaze take in the sight of him—essentially—lacking clothes without bothering to hide it or her appreciation for it for a long moment, before setting her gaze back on his face properly. "To wander the house mostly undressed?"
Sil supposed a laugh was preferable to the Thanasi woman having taken any great offence, or like, cursing him or something, but still it wasn’t a reaction he particularly wanted to be in receipt of when he was naked. Mostly naked,thank Gods for the towel.
That the Lady Nethis seemed to find some mild amusement in the misunderstanding meant that he could relax a little though, and he tried to, a laugh escaping at her suggestion that he might have been disappointed not to have found her brother there instead. “Hah. Yeah, no. Much as I like your brother, it’s not like that. We don’t share preferences” Better just make that abundantly clear, just in case, because Silanos was a chancer if nothing else.
He wondered for one awkward moment if he’d just landed Mihail in it, but dismissed the thought almost as quickly. The Thanasi Lord was hardly discreet about his tastes, Sil could hardly imagine his family weren’t aware, a theory supported but how unphased Lady Nethis seemed by his presence there at all, and that rather telling outburst from before.
“He’s in there still, I guess” the lord gestured towards the door to the baths, assuming Nethis was seeking her younger brother for some reason. And he was sort of standing there not able to do much with her gawping at him, not exactly about to continue -or start, to be more precise, dressing- with such a spectator.
In an uncomfortable moment of telepathy, the woman’s next words led in a similar direction, though Sil was more struck by the very obvious once-over she gave him as she spoke. His expression, when her eyes finally returned to his face, was incredulous for a second.
Now Silanos was not shy, not by any means, and he was far more used to being the one making others feel uncomfortable, so this was all rather a novelty. And whilst he might have summoned enough bluster to try his luck with Nethis -because, well, an opportunity had presented itself hadn't it? - to have things turned about so rather threw him from his stride.
“Uh..well”Gods, fuck, get a grip Sil ran a hand through his hair and tried to salvage some of his game which had entirely deserted him. Fucking traitor. He gestured towards his clothes and gave a shrug. “I was planning on redressing first,” he said, and did a half good job of adopting his usual smart mouth. “You’re welcome to give me a hand if you like. Or you know, if you’re into watching...”
If nothing else, this was going to make a good story, Sil mused, eyeing Nethis as boldly as he dared. She was sort of striking looking, pale skin against all that dark hair, even if the blue eyes were a little..unnerving. She wasn’t that scary, he told himself, ignoring all the things he’d heard Tim mutter about her over the years. And besides, she started it.
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Sil supposed a laugh was preferable to the Thanasi woman having taken any great offence, or like, cursing him or something, but still it wasn’t a reaction he particularly wanted to be in receipt of when he was naked. Mostly naked,thank Gods for the towel.
That the Lady Nethis seemed to find some mild amusement in the misunderstanding meant that he could relax a little though, and he tried to, a laugh escaping at her suggestion that he might have been disappointed not to have found her brother there instead. “Hah. Yeah, no. Much as I like your brother, it’s not like that. We don’t share preferences” Better just make that abundantly clear, just in case, because Silanos was a chancer if nothing else.
He wondered for one awkward moment if he’d just landed Mihail in it, but dismissed the thought almost as quickly. The Thanasi Lord was hardly discreet about his tastes, Sil could hardly imagine his family weren’t aware, a theory supported but how unphased Lady Nethis seemed by his presence there at all, and that rather telling outburst from before.
“He’s in there still, I guess” the lord gestured towards the door to the baths, assuming Nethis was seeking her younger brother for some reason. And he was sort of standing there not able to do much with her gawping at him, not exactly about to continue -or start, to be more precise, dressing- with such a spectator.
In an uncomfortable moment of telepathy, the woman’s next words led in a similar direction, though Sil was more struck by the very obvious once-over she gave him as she spoke. His expression, when her eyes finally returned to his face, was incredulous for a second.
Now Silanos was not shy, not by any means, and he was far more used to being the one making others feel uncomfortable, so this was all rather a novelty. And whilst he might have summoned enough bluster to try his luck with Nethis -because, well, an opportunity had presented itself hadn't it? - to have things turned about so rather threw him from his stride.
“Uh..well”Gods, fuck, get a grip Sil ran a hand through his hair and tried to salvage some of his game which had entirely deserted him. Fucking traitor. He gestured towards his clothes and gave a shrug. “I was planning on redressing first,” he said, and did a half good job of adopting his usual smart mouth. “You’re welcome to give me a hand if you like. Or you know, if you’re into watching...”
If nothing else, this was going to make a good story, Sil mused, eyeing Nethis as boldly as he dared. She was sort of striking looking, pale skin against all that dark hair, even if the blue eyes were a little..unnerving. She wasn’t that scary, he told himself, ignoring all the things he’d heard Tim mutter about her over the years. And besides, she started it.
Sil supposed a laugh was preferable to the Thanasi woman having taken any great offence, or like, cursing him or something, but still it wasn’t a reaction he particularly wanted to be in receipt of when he was naked. Mostly naked,thank Gods for the towel.
That the Lady Nethis seemed to find some mild amusement in the misunderstanding meant that he could relax a little though, and he tried to, a laugh escaping at her suggestion that he might have been disappointed not to have found her brother there instead. “Hah. Yeah, no. Much as I like your brother, it’s not like that. We don’t share preferences” Better just make that abundantly clear, just in case, because Silanos was a chancer if nothing else.
He wondered for one awkward moment if he’d just landed Mihail in it, but dismissed the thought almost as quickly. The Thanasi Lord was hardly discreet about his tastes, Sil could hardly imagine his family weren’t aware, a theory supported but how unphased Lady Nethis seemed by his presence there at all, and that rather telling outburst from before.
“He’s in there still, I guess” the lord gestured towards the door to the baths, assuming Nethis was seeking her younger brother for some reason. And he was sort of standing there not able to do much with her gawping at him, not exactly about to continue -or start, to be more precise, dressing- with such a spectator.
In an uncomfortable moment of telepathy, the woman’s next words led in a similar direction, though Sil was more struck by the very obvious once-over she gave him as she spoke. His expression, when her eyes finally returned to his face, was incredulous for a second.
Now Silanos was not shy, not by any means, and he was far more used to being the one making others feel uncomfortable, so this was all rather a novelty. And whilst he might have summoned enough bluster to try his luck with Nethis -because, well, an opportunity had presented itself hadn't it? - to have things turned about so rather threw him from his stride.
“Uh..well”Gods, fuck, get a grip Sil ran a hand through his hair and tried to salvage some of his game which had entirely deserted him. Fucking traitor. He gestured towards his clothes and gave a shrug. “I was planning on redressing first,” he said, and did a half good job of adopting his usual smart mouth. “You’re welcome to give me a hand if you like. Or you know, if you’re into watching...”
If nothing else, this was going to make a good story, Sil mused, eyeing Nethis as boldly as he dared. She was sort of striking looking, pale skin against all that dark hair, even if the blue eyes were a little..unnerving. She wasn’t that scary, he told himself, ignoring all the things he’d heard Tim mutter about her over the years. And besides, she started it.
Silanos’ comment toward the baths made it clear he assumed she was looking for Mihail or cared much about him. It wasn’t necessarily a bad assumption—Nethis cared about her little brother in a big picture sort of way, though often not in the smaller ways that might allow him better happiness—but it was hardly a correct one.
“Pity,” Nethis returned, the word an off-hand somewhat insincere return toward information she cared more about than she was letting on, as she followed his gesture toward the general direction of the baths rather than continuing to stare at Silanos. She meant that, limitedly, in that she had wanted a bath, but she absolutely didn’t want to deal with Mihail right now so that was out.
It was easier to avoid him than either try to share the space or kick him out of it. Sharing implied having to listen to him and kicking him out meant he’d pout or carry on and she wanted no part of either option. Undeniably and much to her occasional chagrin, Nethis loved her little brother, but Gods knew she sometimes had no patience for his choices in conversational topics nor his behavior. If Silanos gleaned that from her one-word answer, she didn't care.
Better to stay where there was amusement, and, really, there was still so much of that for her in Silanos’ reaction to her overt behavior. Nethis hadn’t seen a reason to play at demure, considering circumstances and the fact that this was her home, but truthfully, that wasn’t saying much. She frequently dissembled when it came to her plans and ambitions, but she rarely saw a point at softening her desires given her reputation and her behavior here was merely consistent with it.
Still, between his initial reaction to her entrance and the fact that he was obviously significantly younger than her—which should have been a consideration, but wasn’t—she wasn’t entirely surprised he didn’t have the immediate wherewithal to carry the conversation. There was always something in her that sought a match when she was at her most pert, that enjoyed the challenge of a natural, smart answer or a refusal to simply take her shit. However, she had long ago learned that such occurrences were few and far between; right, wrong or otherwise, it was partially how she knew she was better than most.
Nethis could manage what they could not.
Still, she could credit him for something that was a half-decent recovery. It wasn’t quite smooth enough to be natural banter, but she could—and would—take it and work with it. Gods knew she had fucked men with less game, though that tended to be about power and this couldn’t be that seeing as Silanos had virtually none and could serve no immediately obvious practical use in politics, manipulation, or intrigue for her.
( Lucky him. )
Instead, this was purely about pleasure, about the fact that she thought he was attractive and nearly everything about this moment was funny leaving her desire and some semblance of interest toward paying that mind.
“I think you would find me a rather poor helper.” A semantic play, one that mattered to her, because even here in something mostly stupid, she didn’t want to be tied to something so benign, but it was also half a joke, which became clearer as she followed it with, “Unless you would be content to have me stop halfway.”
She gave that a beat before she gracefully decided to give him an out (or a different in) too. “That said, I can also see to privacy for you if you would like. I would not call here particularly made for that.”
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Silanos’ comment toward the baths made it clear he assumed she was looking for Mihail or cared much about him. It wasn’t necessarily a bad assumption—Nethis cared about her little brother in a big picture sort of way, though often not in the smaller ways that might allow him better happiness—but it was hardly a correct one.
“Pity,” Nethis returned, the word an off-hand somewhat insincere return toward information she cared more about than she was letting on, as she followed his gesture toward the general direction of the baths rather than continuing to stare at Silanos. She meant that, limitedly, in that she had wanted a bath, but she absolutely didn’t want to deal with Mihail right now so that was out.
It was easier to avoid him than either try to share the space or kick him out of it. Sharing implied having to listen to him and kicking him out meant he’d pout or carry on and she wanted no part of either option. Undeniably and much to her occasional chagrin, Nethis loved her little brother, but Gods knew she sometimes had no patience for his choices in conversational topics nor his behavior. If Silanos gleaned that from her one-word answer, she didn't care.
Better to stay where there was amusement, and, really, there was still so much of that for her in Silanos’ reaction to her overt behavior. Nethis hadn’t seen a reason to play at demure, considering circumstances and the fact that this was her home, but truthfully, that wasn’t saying much. She frequently dissembled when it came to her plans and ambitions, but she rarely saw a point at softening her desires given her reputation and her behavior here was merely consistent with it.
Still, between his initial reaction to her entrance and the fact that he was obviously significantly younger than her—which should have been a consideration, but wasn’t—she wasn’t entirely surprised he didn’t have the immediate wherewithal to carry the conversation. There was always something in her that sought a match when she was at her most pert, that enjoyed the challenge of a natural, smart answer or a refusal to simply take her shit. However, she had long ago learned that such occurrences were few and far between; right, wrong or otherwise, it was partially how she knew she was better than most.
Nethis could manage what they could not.
Still, she could credit him for something that was a half-decent recovery. It wasn’t quite smooth enough to be natural banter, but she could—and would—take it and work with it. Gods knew she had fucked men with less game, though that tended to be about power and this couldn’t be that seeing as Silanos had virtually none and could serve no immediately obvious practical use in politics, manipulation, or intrigue for her.
( Lucky him. )
Instead, this was purely about pleasure, about the fact that she thought he was attractive and nearly everything about this moment was funny leaving her desire and some semblance of interest toward paying that mind.
“I think you would find me a rather poor helper.” A semantic play, one that mattered to her, because even here in something mostly stupid, she didn’t want to be tied to something so benign, but it was also half a joke, which became clearer as she followed it with, “Unless you would be content to have me stop halfway.”
She gave that a beat before she gracefully decided to give him an out (or a different in) too. “That said, I can also see to privacy for you if you would like. I would not call here particularly made for that.”
Silanos’ comment toward the baths made it clear he assumed she was looking for Mihail or cared much about him. It wasn’t necessarily a bad assumption—Nethis cared about her little brother in a big picture sort of way, though often not in the smaller ways that might allow him better happiness—but it was hardly a correct one.
“Pity,” Nethis returned, the word an off-hand somewhat insincere return toward information she cared more about than she was letting on, as she followed his gesture toward the general direction of the baths rather than continuing to stare at Silanos. She meant that, limitedly, in that she had wanted a bath, but she absolutely didn’t want to deal with Mihail right now so that was out.
It was easier to avoid him than either try to share the space or kick him out of it. Sharing implied having to listen to him and kicking him out meant he’d pout or carry on and she wanted no part of either option. Undeniably and much to her occasional chagrin, Nethis loved her little brother, but Gods knew she sometimes had no patience for his choices in conversational topics nor his behavior. If Silanos gleaned that from her one-word answer, she didn't care.
Better to stay where there was amusement, and, really, there was still so much of that for her in Silanos’ reaction to her overt behavior. Nethis hadn’t seen a reason to play at demure, considering circumstances and the fact that this was her home, but truthfully, that wasn’t saying much. She frequently dissembled when it came to her plans and ambitions, but she rarely saw a point at softening her desires given her reputation and her behavior here was merely consistent with it.
Still, between his initial reaction to her entrance and the fact that he was obviously significantly younger than her—which should have been a consideration, but wasn’t—she wasn’t entirely surprised he didn’t have the immediate wherewithal to carry the conversation. There was always something in her that sought a match when she was at her most pert, that enjoyed the challenge of a natural, smart answer or a refusal to simply take her shit. However, she had long ago learned that such occurrences were few and far between; right, wrong or otherwise, it was partially how she knew she was better than most.
Nethis could manage what they could not.
Still, she could credit him for something that was a half-decent recovery. It wasn’t quite smooth enough to be natural banter, but she could—and would—take it and work with it. Gods knew she had fucked men with less game, though that tended to be about power and this couldn’t be that seeing as Silanos had virtually none and could serve no immediately obvious practical use in politics, manipulation, or intrigue for her.
( Lucky him. )
Instead, this was purely about pleasure, about the fact that she thought he was attractive and nearly everything about this moment was funny leaving her desire and some semblance of interest toward paying that mind.
“I think you would find me a rather poor helper.” A semantic play, one that mattered to her, because even here in something mostly stupid, she didn’t want to be tied to something so benign, but it was also half a joke, which became clearer as she followed it with, “Unless you would be content to have me stop halfway.”
She gave that a beat before she gracefully decided to give him an out (or a different in) too. “That said, I can also see to privacy for you if you would like. I would not call here particularly made for that.”
Slowly regrouping after that initial surprise, Silanos tossed a glance toward the separating door between where they stood and the bathing chamber and pushed all thoughts of Mihail from his mind. If he had issue - if he could honestly blame Sil - with his friend taking a crack at his sister then, well, he’d just have to get over it. It was an opportunity too good to be thrown aside. He could apologise later when he had something to apologise for.
She was blatantly hot, that was barely worth a mention. But there were so many whispers about the eldest of Mihail’s sisters, so many rumours that it was hard not to be intrigued. Silanos has never been one to shy away from doing something others might consider unwise, in fact rather the opposite, the notion seemed only to spur him on. And with this situation have unfolded spontaneously,he was damned if he wasn’t at least going to try. A badge of honour thing maybe, or just opportunist. Either way, Sil could admit that there was a little frisson at the idea of getting more intimately acquainted with Nethis of Thanasi.
That the woman seemed vaguely interested herself was gratifying. Tha slow sweep of her gaze had been nothing if not lascivious, and there had been a definite teasing edge to her words. Thus encouraged, Sil was getting back into his stride by the time she made her answer. and when it came, he blinked once, processing the subtext before a delighted grin spread across his face. Ok, game on.
“Hey look” he responded, one brow lifted “If you’d rather I didn’t dress then who am I to refuse. You’re the lady of the house after all. It would be rude of me to ignore your wishes and I’m always getting told I should mind my manners.” And then, resolutely ignoring the shock at his own daring, he went on “Though I’d also be open to you taking me somewhere more private if you’re offering”
He hooked a thumb over where the towel was hitched around his hips, whether entirely for emphasis or to ensure it stayed put was anybody’s guess but there was enough self assurance there to lend some credence to the former.
Now it was Silanos’ turn to let his eyes meander over Nethis’ form, concealed as it was beneath her robe. His meaning was about as subtle as a sledgehammer but he did it so brazenly, with all the invincibility of youth. After the shock of her appearance where he had not been expected, the Valaoritis Lord was exhibiting a pleasingly quick recovery period, it seemed.
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Slowly regrouping after that initial surprise, Silanos tossed a glance toward the separating door between where they stood and the bathing chamber and pushed all thoughts of Mihail from his mind. If he had issue - if he could honestly blame Sil - with his friend taking a crack at his sister then, well, he’d just have to get over it. It was an opportunity too good to be thrown aside. He could apologise later when he had something to apologise for.
She was blatantly hot, that was barely worth a mention. But there were so many whispers about the eldest of Mihail’s sisters, so many rumours that it was hard not to be intrigued. Silanos has never been one to shy away from doing something others might consider unwise, in fact rather the opposite, the notion seemed only to spur him on. And with this situation have unfolded spontaneously,he was damned if he wasn’t at least going to try. A badge of honour thing maybe, or just opportunist. Either way, Sil could admit that there was a little frisson at the idea of getting more intimately acquainted with Nethis of Thanasi.
That the woman seemed vaguely interested herself was gratifying. Tha slow sweep of her gaze had been nothing if not lascivious, and there had been a definite teasing edge to her words. Thus encouraged, Sil was getting back into his stride by the time she made her answer. and when it came, he blinked once, processing the subtext before a delighted grin spread across his face. Ok, game on.
“Hey look” he responded, one brow lifted “If you’d rather I didn’t dress then who am I to refuse. You’re the lady of the house after all. It would be rude of me to ignore your wishes and I’m always getting told I should mind my manners.” And then, resolutely ignoring the shock at his own daring, he went on “Though I’d also be open to you taking me somewhere more private if you’re offering”
He hooked a thumb over where the towel was hitched around his hips, whether entirely for emphasis or to ensure it stayed put was anybody’s guess but there was enough self assurance there to lend some credence to the former.
Now it was Silanos’ turn to let his eyes meander over Nethis’ form, concealed as it was beneath her robe. His meaning was about as subtle as a sledgehammer but he did it so brazenly, with all the invincibility of youth. After the shock of her appearance where he had not been expected, the Valaoritis Lord was exhibiting a pleasingly quick recovery period, it seemed.
Slowly regrouping after that initial surprise, Silanos tossed a glance toward the separating door between where they stood and the bathing chamber and pushed all thoughts of Mihail from his mind. If he had issue - if he could honestly blame Sil - with his friend taking a crack at his sister then, well, he’d just have to get over it. It was an opportunity too good to be thrown aside. He could apologise later when he had something to apologise for.
She was blatantly hot, that was barely worth a mention. But there were so many whispers about the eldest of Mihail’s sisters, so many rumours that it was hard not to be intrigued. Silanos has never been one to shy away from doing something others might consider unwise, in fact rather the opposite, the notion seemed only to spur him on. And with this situation have unfolded spontaneously,he was damned if he wasn’t at least going to try. A badge of honour thing maybe, or just opportunist. Either way, Sil could admit that there was a little frisson at the idea of getting more intimately acquainted with Nethis of Thanasi.
That the woman seemed vaguely interested herself was gratifying. Tha slow sweep of her gaze had been nothing if not lascivious, and there had been a definite teasing edge to her words. Thus encouraged, Sil was getting back into his stride by the time she made her answer. and when it came, he blinked once, processing the subtext before a delighted grin spread across his face. Ok, game on.
“Hey look” he responded, one brow lifted “If you’d rather I didn’t dress then who am I to refuse. You’re the lady of the house after all. It would be rude of me to ignore your wishes and I’m always getting told I should mind my manners.” And then, resolutely ignoring the shock at his own daring, he went on “Though I’d also be open to you taking me somewhere more private if you’re offering”
He hooked a thumb over where the towel was hitched around his hips, whether entirely for emphasis or to ensure it stayed put was anybody’s guess but there was enough self assurance there to lend some credence to the former.
Now it was Silanos’ turn to let his eyes meander over Nethis’ form, concealed as it was beneath her robe. His meaning was about as subtle as a sledgehammer but he did it so brazenly, with all the invincibility of youth. After the shock of her appearance where he had not been expected, the Valaoritis Lord was exhibiting a pleasingly quick recovery period, it seemed.
When Silanos threw a glance at the door, his obvious thoughts about Mihail gave Nethis a moment's pause, made her gaze follow his as she wondered if this was a particularly wise choice. She wasn't in the habit of denying herself things she wanted for the sake of someone else's feelings even if it was the sibling she—perhaps—had the most emotional connection with. Yet, his consideration forced some genuine reflection of her own, in which she abruptly realized if she went through with this he wasn’t going to keep his mouth shut about it.
On the one hand, that was fine. Better to have her name tied with Silanos of Valaoritis for a little while; nobility was undeniably more reputable that other names that had—accurately and otherwise—been tied to hers. True, his reputation was hardly pristine but she knew quite intimately how family name and standing could cover up, forgive or otherwise mitigate a multitude of sins and indiscretions. Plus, thinking of families, it amused her to think how little Timaeus would like it, considering there was no love lost between them.
Of note too was a separate issue in that rumor frequently held it was witchcraft that got her romantic attention, rather than the truth of things: that it was always just a combination of circumstances. True, sometimes—no, better to be honest and say often—those very circumstances were touched by some form of manipulation if not outright manufactured, but it wasn’t an absolute. After all, she hadn’t particularly done much here, this was more made of serendipity and genuine interest than anything else she had recently been involved in, which was not necessarily a bad thing. Maybe it was a baseless suspicion, but somehow, she couldn’t see Silanos being the sort to let the story become how she had spelled yet another man into her bed.
She was reasonably sure it’d wound his pride—because, really, it didn’t take much to see he had plenty—for that to be the narrative, which was likely a good thing for her.
On the other, though, if this meant she had to maneuver around a conversation with Mihail about why she fucked his—objectively—attractive friend, then she was going to be irritated. She had neither the time nor any particular desire to explain the situation and she absolutely didn’t want to hear the—probably fair—accusations of hypocrisy he could throw her way.
She could practically hear potential arguments now: if she allowed herself this indulgence and indiscretion, why couldn’t the household pay for more cloth and jewelry? or worse yet, in some foolish but more equitable argument: if she made bad romantic choices, why couldn’t he?
If this became ammunition in another campaign to be allowed to marry someone unsuitable, she would—without exaggeration—scream.
Still, given an evaluation of all the above, it didn’t take much to see that it was worth doing despite the moment’s pause. True, it was worth acknowledging a future version of herself might think differently, but that was all.
As such, when his attention ended up back to her—which was where it belonged by her regard—and he spoke again, she let the considerations fall away, replacing them with an amused hum and another smile.
"Oh, look at you, finally getting the idea." There was a condescending slant to the words, but she didn’t much care whether it irked him. By her regard, it was enough that her good mood softened the tone so that it wasn’t quite biting.
She took a step then, head canting as an indication that he ought to follow as she stepped backward through the doorway rather than toward him. He spoke of privacy and she’d brought it up as a means to allow him a polite way out, but it actually suited her interests even as he didn’t want it for that reason. Arguably, here was as good as anywhere, except while she was by no means demure about sex, she had no particular desire to have the household staff or, worse, her family accidentally witness this particular moment.
There were lines and hers dictated that she bring him somewhere she could had a better chance of going uninterrupted. She could have chosen her chambers, but there was something disquieting about allowing him into a space that was hers for what little that was worth. Instead, she led him to one of the rooms meant for guests, at which point she held it open for him, revealing a small bedroom, and followed him in.
An arch question accompanied the sound of the door shutting. "Shall we dispense with modesty then?"
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When Silanos threw a glance at the door, his obvious thoughts about Mihail gave Nethis a moment's pause, made her gaze follow his as she wondered if this was a particularly wise choice. She wasn't in the habit of denying herself things she wanted for the sake of someone else's feelings even if it was the sibling she—perhaps—had the most emotional connection with. Yet, his consideration forced some genuine reflection of her own, in which she abruptly realized if she went through with this he wasn’t going to keep his mouth shut about it.
On the one hand, that was fine. Better to have her name tied with Silanos of Valaoritis for a little while; nobility was undeniably more reputable that other names that had—accurately and otherwise—been tied to hers. True, his reputation was hardly pristine but she knew quite intimately how family name and standing could cover up, forgive or otherwise mitigate a multitude of sins and indiscretions. Plus, thinking of families, it amused her to think how little Timaeus would like it, considering there was no love lost between them.
Of note too was a separate issue in that rumor frequently held it was witchcraft that got her romantic attention, rather than the truth of things: that it was always just a combination of circumstances. True, sometimes—no, better to be honest and say often—those very circumstances were touched by some form of manipulation if not outright manufactured, but it wasn’t an absolute. After all, she hadn’t particularly done much here, this was more made of serendipity and genuine interest than anything else she had recently been involved in, which was not necessarily a bad thing. Maybe it was a baseless suspicion, but somehow, she couldn’t see Silanos being the sort to let the story become how she had spelled yet another man into her bed.
She was reasonably sure it’d wound his pride—because, really, it didn’t take much to see he had plenty—for that to be the narrative, which was likely a good thing for her.
On the other, though, if this meant she had to maneuver around a conversation with Mihail about why she fucked his—objectively—attractive friend, then she was going to be irritated. She had neither the time nor any particular desire to explain the situation and she absolutely didn’t want to hear the—probably fair—accusations of hypocrisy he could throw her way.
She could practically hear potential arguments now: if she allowed herself this indulgence and indiscretion, why couldn’t the household pay for more cloth and jewelry? or worse yet, in some foolish but more equitable argument: if she made bad romantic choices, why couldn’t he?
If this became ammunition in another campaign to be allowed to marry someone unsuitable, she would—without exaggeration—scream.
Still, given an evaluation of all the above, it didn’t take much to see that it was worth doing despite the moment’s pause. True, it was worth acknowledging a future version of herself might think differently, but that was all.
As such, when his attention ended up back to her—which was where it belonged by her regard—and he spoke again, she let the considerations fall away, replacing them with an amused hum and another smile.
"Oh, look at you, finally getting the idea." There was a condescending slant to the words, but she didn’t much care whether it irked him. By her regard, it was enough that her good mood softened the tone so that it wasn’t quite biting.
She took a step then, head canting as an indication that he ought to follow as she stepped backward through the doorway rather than toward him. He spoke of privacy and she’d brought it up as a means to allow him a polite way out, but it actually suited her interests even as he didn’t want it for that reason. Arguably, here was as good as anywhere, except while she was by no means demure about sex, she had no particular desire to have the household staff or, worse, her family accidentally witness this particular moment.
There were lines and hers dictated that she bring him somewhere she could had a better chance of going uninterrupted. She could have chosen her chambers, but there was something disquieting about allowing him into a space that was hers for what little that was worth. Instead, she led him to one of the rooms meant for guests, at which point she held it open for him, revealing a small bedroom, and followed him in.
An arch question accompanied the sound of the door shutting. "Shall we dispense with modesty then?"
When Silanos threw a glance at the door, his obvious thoughts about Mihail gave Nethis a moment's pause, made her gaze follow his as she wondered if this was a particularly wise choice. She wasn't in the habit of denying herself things she wanted for the sake of someone else's feelings even if it was the sibling she—perhaps—had the most emotional connection with. Yet, his consideration forced some genuine reflection of her own, in which she abruptly realized if she went through with this he wasn’t going to keep his mouth shut about it.
On the one hand, that was fine. Better to have her name tied with Silanos of Valaoritis for a little while; nobility was undeniably more reputable that other names that had—accurately and otherwise—been tied to hers. True, his reputation was hardly pristine but she knew quite intimately how family name and standing could cover up, forgive or otherwise mitigate a multitude of sins and indiscretions. Plus, thinking of families, it amused her to think how little Timaeus would like it, considering there was no love lost between them.
Of note too was a separate issue in that rumor frequently held it was witchcraft that got her romantic attention, rather than the truth of things: that it was always just a combination of circumstances. True, sometimes—no, better to be honest and say often—those very circumstances were touched by some form of manipulation if not outright manufactured, but it wasn’t an absolute. After all, she hadn’t particularly done much here, this was more made of serendipity and genuine interest than anything else she had recently been involved in, which was not necessarily a bad thing. Maybe it was a baseless suspicion, but somehow, she couldn’t see Silanos being the sort to let the story become how she had spelled yet another man into her bed.
She was reasonably sure it’d wound his pride—because, really, it didn’t take much to see he had plenty—for that to be the narrative, which was likely a good thing for her.
On the other, though, if this meant she had to maneuver around a conversation with Mihail about why she fucked his—objectively—attractive friend, then she was going to be irritated. She had neither the time nor any particular desire to explain the situation and she absolutely didn’t want to hear the—probably fair—accusations of hypocrisy he could throw her way.
She could practically hear potential arguments now: if she allowed herself this indulgence and indiscretion, why couldn’t the household pay for more cloth and jewelry? or worse yet, in some foolish but more equitable argument: if she made bad romantic choices, why couldn’t he?
If this became ammunition in another campaign to be allowed to marry someone unsuitable, she would—without exaggeration—scream.
Still, given an evaluation of all the above, it didn’t take much to see that it was worth doing despite the moment’s pause. True, it was worth acknowledging a future version of herself might think differently, but that was all.
As such, when his attention ended up back to her—which was where it belonged by her regard—and he spoke again, she let the considerations fall away, replacing them with an amused hum and another smile.
"Oh, look at you, finally getting the idea." There was a condescending slant to the words, but she didn’t much care whether it irked him. By her regard, it was enough that her good mood softened the tone so that it wasn’t quite biting.
She took a step then, head canting as an indication that he ought to follow as she stepped backward through the doorway rather than toward him. He spoke of privacy and she’d brought it up as a means to allow him a polite way out, but it actually suited her interests even as he didn’t want it for that reason. Arguably, here was as good as anywhere, except while she was by no means demure about sex, she had no particular desire to have the household staff or, worse, her family accidentally witness this particular moment.
There were lines and hers dictated that she bring him somewhere she could had a better chance of going uninterrupted. She could have chosen her chambers, but there was something disquieting about allowing him into a space that was hers for what little that was worth. Instead, she led him to one of the rooms meant for guests, at which point she held it open for him, revealing a small bedroom, and followed him in.
An arch question accompanied the sound of the door shutting. "Shall we dispense with modesty then?"
A wiser man - no, Silanos did not like that - a less bold man might have chosen to give more credence to the rumours that swirled like mist around the eldest of the Thanasi women. Often, Lady Nethis’ name was spoken in whispers and between frightened glances than perhaps the gossip might somehow reach the subject. Sil had seen it, had listened with the same rapt attention as others to the stories that were told about the woman. Only, instead of provoking any sort of wariness in the young man, it instead only fuelled a sense of curiosity. What was she really like?
Of course, there was talk around Mihail too, around all of the Thanasi clan, and Sil had made the conscious choice to ignore that when he’d first become friends with the lord. Nethis was different though, people were actually scared of her. Was it all true? Any of it? Now, finding himself with the woman herself in front of him, he decided he was bloody well going to try and find out. And if he died? Well, what a way to go.
Such youthful bravado let him reply to her sly words, and Sil couldn’t even find it in himself to be irritated by the mocking edge when she responded. It was enough for him that, with little to no effort, he was following Nethis of Thanasi somewhere private for things that required fewer clothes. “What can I say, I’m a fast learner” he retorted, moving obediently after her wearing a grin and towel and nothing else.
For all that she had a few years on him, Sil could hardly say the woman’s attractiveness had dimmed at all. Sultry, smudged dark eyes and those red lips that curved into a smile that just felt like bad news, she was still gold-level hot. Somehow, the fact that she was supposedly a murderous, treacherous witch with unnatural urges only enhanced the offering. It definitely wasn’t boring.
He let out a quiet laugh at being led to a bed-chamber, still a little taken aback at how easy this had been, but Silanos was not one to question such good fortune. All respect to her for being so brazen. He was kind of awed by it truth be told - it was definitely a refreshing change from the false impressions of chastity that so many girls liked to play at. Or even real impressions of chastity. Whatever, It was refreshing. He’d walked in ahead of her and turned with the sound of the door closing, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, eyes looking her over again without a hint of shame.
“I’ve always thought it was overrated as a virtue,” he said lightly, taking a quick appraisal of their surroundings before returning his gaze to Nethis where she stood by the door. “You gonna come help like you promised then?”
It wasn't how he'd pictured spending his afternoon, but it was a definite improvement, and the Valaoritis Lord extended his hand out to the Lady Nethis and drew her toward the bed.
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A wiser man - no, Silanos did not like that - a less bold man might have chosen to give more credence to the rumours that swirled like mist around the eldest of the Thanasi women. Often, Lady Nethis’ name was spoken in whispers and between frightened glances than perhaps the gossip might somehow reach the subject. Sil had seen it, had listened with the same rapt attention as others to the stories that were told about the woman. Only, instead of provoking any sort of wariness in the young man, it instead only fuelled a sense of curiosity. What was she really like?
Of course, there was talk around Mihail too, around all of the Thanasi clan, and Sil had made the conscious choice to ignore that when he’d first become friends with the lord. Nethis was different though, people were actually scared of her. Was it all true? Any of it? Now, finding himself with the woman herself in front of him, he decided he was bloody well going to try and find out. And if he died? Well, what a way to go.
Such youthful bravado let him reply to her sly words, and Sil couldn’t even find it in himself to be irritated by the mocking edge when she responded. It was enough for him that, with little to no effort, he was following Nethis of Thanasi somewhere private for things that required fewer clothes. “What can I say, I’m a fast learner” he retorted, moving obediently after her wearing a grin and towel and nothing else.
For all that she had a few years on him, Sil could hardly say the woman’s attractiveness had dimmed at all. Sultry, smudged dark eyes and those red lips that curved into a smile that just felt like bad news, she was still gold-level hot. Somehow, the fact that she was supposedly a murderous, treacherous witch with unnatural urges only enhanced the offering. It definitely wasn’t boring.
He let out a quiet laugh at being led to a bed-chamber, still a little taken aback at how easy this had been, but Silanos was not one to question such good fortune. All respect to her for being so brazen. He was kind of awed by it truth be told - it was definitely a refreshing change from the false impressions of chastity that so many girls liked to play at. Or even real impressions of chastity. Whatever, It was refreshing. He’d walked in ahead of her and turned with the sound of the door closing, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, eyes looking her over again without a hint of shame.
“I’ve always thought it was overrated as a virtue,” he said lightly, taking a quick appraisal of their surroundings before returning his gaze to Nethis where she stood by the door. “You gonna come help like you promised then?”
It wasn't how he'd pictured spending his afternoon, but it was a definite improvement, and the Valaoritis Lord extended his hand out to the Lady Nethis and drew her toward the bed.
A wiser man - no, Silanos did not like that - a less bold man might have chosen to give more credence to the rumours that swirled like mist around the eldest of the Thanasi women. Often, Lady Nethis’ name was spoken in whispers and between frightened glances than perhaps the gossip might somehow reach the subject. Sil had seen it, had listened with the same rapt attention as others to the stories that were told about the woman. Only, instead of provoking any sort of wariness in the young man, it instead only fuelled a sense of curiosity. What was she really like?
Of course, there was talk around Mihail too, around all of the Thanasi clan, and Sil had made the conscious choice to ignore that when he’d first become friends with the lord. Nethis was different though, people were actually scared of her. Was it all true? Any of it? Now, finding himself with the woman herself in front of him, he decided he was bloody well going to try and find out. And if he died? Well, what a way to go.
Such youthful bravado let him reply to her sly words, and Sil couldn’t even find it in himself to be irritated by the mocking edge when she responded. It was enough for him that, with little to no effort, he was following Nethis of Thanasi somewhere private for things that required fewer clothes. “What can I say, I’m a fast learner” he retorted, moving obediently after her wearing a grin and towel and nothing else.
For all that she had a few years on him, Sil could hardly say the woman’s attractiveness had dimmed at all. Sultry, smudged dark eyes and those red lips that curved into a smile that just felt like bad news, she was still gold-level hot. Somehow, the fact that she was supposedly a murderous, treacherous witch with unnatural urges only enhanced the offering. It definitely wasn’t boring.
He let out a quiet laugh at being led to a bed-chamber, still a little taken aback at how easy this had been, but Silanos was not one to question such good fortune. All respect to her for being so brazen. He was kind of awed by it truth be told - it was definitely a refreshing change from the false impressions of chastity that so many girls liked to play at. Or even real impressions of chastity. Whatever, It was refreshing. He’d walked in ahead of her and turned with the sound of the door closing, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, eyes looking her over again without a hint of shame.
“I’ve always thought it was overrated as a virtue,” he said lightly, taking a quick appraisal of their surroundings before returning his gaze to Nethis where she stood by the door. “You gonna come help like you promised then?”
It wasn't how he'd pictured spending his afternoon, but it was a definite improvement, and the Valaoritis Lord extended his hand out to the Lady Nethis and drew her toward the bed.