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It was a warm, summer’s day. It was the type of day that just begged people to leave. It was the type of day that even homebodies like Melina could not ignore. Apollo’s chariot was high in the sky, and its ray’s shined down on his people. The warmth kissed Melina’s flesh like a soft blanket. The day was perfect.
Melina chose to go to the Agora. She did not much like the Agora, but it was where she could find books. She tried not to let the crowds of people bother her. She tried not to think about the tight spaces between the tables. She ignored the shouts of different merchants trying to get her attention. She only cared about books.
The books, however, didn’t seem to care about her. Usually, Melina could typically find something to draw her interest. Perhaps an encyclopedia on the history of Egypt, or a romance novel with fictional Greek heroes, or even a smutty piece for her to read late at night with a glass of wine. But nothing seemed to jump out at her this trip. Melina found her eye wandering.
“Condos wine! Straight from the vineyard!” the shout from a merchant pierced through Melina’s thoughts. She looked over towards one of the more open areas of the Agora. It was where one might find fresh produce, like fruits and vegetables. There were also farm animals, pigs and cows, and goats roaming in fenced-off areas waiting to be slaughtered fresh for someone to take home to cook. Next to one of the pens she saw a stand with a bunch of wine. They were even offering mugs.
Maybe books weren’t the only nice thing about the Agora.
Melina found herself floating closer. Her throat had been a tad dry, and with the grapes this harvest being so juicy she was sure the wine would be immaculate. She paid for a mug and stood to the side, next to one of the pens. She looked at the animals. The poor creatures. Melina felt sad that most likely this was their last day.
“For the next five minutes, get a discount on an amphora of wine!”
The next thing Melina knew, a crowd started surging towards the wine seller. Melina got knocked into the man next to her, and then the two of them went tumbling over the fence and into the pit of mud the pigs were rolling in just moments ago. Of course, she did! It would be just her luck. Now she had to walk home filthy. Melina expected no less. She was the cursed Leventi, after all.
“Oh my gods, I’m so sorry!” Melina apologized to the man. She tried to help him up while simultaneously trying to get up herself. But her foot caught on a rather slippery patch and she fell right back down, dragging the man with her. “Oh no!”
She was a mess, and she made someone else a mess. Mud splattered everywhere. Melina was a Lady of Leventi. What was going to be said when she was caught rolling around like a pig? Melina blinked back tears of embarrassment as she looked at the man.
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It was a warm, summer’s day. It was the type of day that just begged people to leave. It was the type of day that even homebodies like Melina could not ignore. Apollo’s chariot was high in the sky, and its ray’s shined down on his people. The warmth kissed Melina’s flesh like a soft blanket. The day was perfect.
Melina chose to go to the Agora. She did not much like the Agora, but it was where she could find books. She tried not to let the crowds of people bother her. She tried not to think about the tight spaces between the tables. She ignored the shouts of different merchants trying to get her attention. She only cared about books.
The books, however, didn’t seem to care about her. Usually, Melina could typically find something to draw her interest. Perhaps an encyclopedia on the history of Egypt, or a romance novel with fictional Greek heroes, or even a smutty piece for her to read late at night with a glass of wine. But nothing seemed to jump out at her this trip. Melina found her eye wandering.
“Condos wine! Straight from the vineyard!” the shout from a merchant pierced through Melina’s thoughts. She looked over towards one of the more open areas of the Agora. It was where one might find fresh produce, like fruits and vegetables. There were also farm animals, pigs and cows, and goats roaming in fenced-off areas waiting to be slaughtered fresh for someone to take home to cook. Next to one of the pens she saw a stand with a bunch of wine. They were even offering mugs.
Maybe books weren’t the only nice thing about the Agora.
Melina found herself floating closer. Her throat had been a tad dry, and with the grapes this harvest being so juicy she was sure the wine would be immaculate. She paid for a mug and stood to the side, next to one of the pens. She looked at the animals. The poor creatures. Melina felt sad that most likely this was their last day.
“For the next five minutes, get a discount on an amphora of wine!”
The next thing Melina knew, a crowd started surging towards the wine seller. Melina got knocked into the man next to her, and then the two of them went tumbling over the fence and into the pit of mud the pigs were rolling in just moments ago. Of course, she did! It would be just her luck. Now she had to walk home filthy. Melina expected no less. She was the cursed Leventi, after all.
“Oh my gods, I’m so sorry!” Melina apologized to the man. She tried to help him up while simultaneously trying to get up herself. But her foot caught on a rather slippery patch and she fell right back down, dragging the man with her. “Oh no!”
She was a mess, and she made someone else a mess. Mud splattered everywhere. Melina was a Lady of Leventi. What was going to be said when she was caught rolling around like a pig? Melina blinked back tears of embarrassment as she looked at the man.
It was a warm, summer’s day. It was the type of day that just begged people to leave. It was the type of day that even homebodies like Melina could not ignore. Apollo’s chariot was high in the sky, and its ray’s shined down on his people. The warmth kissed Melina’s flesh like a soft blanket. The day was perfect.
Melina chose to go to the Agora. She did not much like the Agora, but it was where she could find books. She tried not to let the crowds of people bother her. She tried not to think about the tight spaces between the tables. She ignored the shouts of different merchants trying to get her attention. She only cared about books.
The books, however, didn’t seem to care about her. Usually, Melina could typically find something to draw her interest. Perhaps an encyclopedia on the history of Egypt, or a romance novel with fictional Greek heroes, or even a smutty piece for her to read late at night with a glass of wine. But nothing seemed to jump out at her this trip. Melina found her eye wandering.
“Condos wine! Straight from the vineyard!” the shout from a merchant pierced through Melina’s thoughts. She looked over towards one of the more open areas of the Agora. It was where one might find fresh produce, like fruits and vegetables. There were also farm animals, pigs and cows, and goats roaming in fenced-off areas waiting to be slaughtered fresh for someone to take home to cook. Next to one of the pens she saw a stand with a bunch of wine. They were even offering mugs.
Maybe books weren’t the only nice thing about the Agora.
Melina found herself floating closer. Her throat had been a tad dry, and with the grapes this harvest being so juicy she was sure the wine would be immaculate. She paid for a mug and stood to the side, next to one of the pens. She looked at the animals. The poor creatures. Melina felt sad that most likely this was their last day.
“For the next five minutes, get a discount on an amphora of wine!”
The next thing Melina knew, a crowd started surging towards the wine seller. Melina got knocked into the man next to her, and then the two of them went tumbling over the fence and into the pit of mud the pigs were rolling in just moments ago. Of course, she did! It would be just her luck. Now she had to walk home filthy. Melina expected no less. She was the cursed Leventi, after all.
“Oh my gods, I’m so sorry!” Melina apologized to the man. She tried to help him up while simultaneously trying to get up herself. But her foot caught on a rather slippery patch and she fell right back down, dragging the man with her. “Oh no!”
She was a mess, and she made someone else a mess. Mud splattered everywhere. Melina was a Lady of Leventi. What was going to be said when she was caught rolling around like a pig? Melina blinked back tears of embarrassment as she looked at the man.
The lord had found himself at rather a loose end. Nikos had been called away on some barony business that Sil had no interest in spectating, and he had no idea what Eleni was up to. He wasn’t overly bothered though, a lazy day meandering through the capital didn’t seem a bad idea, and Silanos had a knack for finding his own entertainment anyway.
He’d - quite unintentionally, driven by instinct alone - ended up near a stall selling some of the wine produced in his friend’s vineyard and Silanos was on his second mug as he leant against the rail of some small pen. His nose was wrinkled at the smell, but there was something almost endearing about the wriggly little piglet within. Almost a shame it was going to end up roasted over someone’s fire later. Almost.
He’d cast a disinterested glance toward the wine vendor, wondering if Nikos knew his family’s goods were being so discounted when the sudden press of the crowd had him jostled right off his feet. It was that the railing was *just* at the wrong height and Silanos found himself upended, covered in wine and gods knows what else as he blinked over at a girl who’d somehow ended up sprawled in the muck with him.
“Oh hello.” he offered, only able to laugh at the ridiculousness of their situation. Amused blue eyes looked her over, bright but with shadows smudged like ash beneath. There was wine running down from his hair. His grin widened as the young woman attempted to stand only to slide right back off her feet, and this time, Silanos was ready to catch her, so she landed on his lap as they plopped back into the mud.
“You know if you’d wanted to cuddle you could have just asked,” he said, still finding the humour in the situation until he noticed the girl’s eyes had filled with tears.
“Hey...no blood no foul. I’m fine. You’re fine. Nothing to cry over…”
With no little effort and more than a few colourful words thrown in for effect, the young lord had manoeuvred them upright again, and he propped Melina against the fence so he could swipe an arm over his face to remove the wine. It was unfortunate that his arm was covered in mud, so he only managed to replace one with the other. “Fucks sake” he muttered, before giving up entirely and returning his attention to his female companion.
“I’m Sil.” He lifted the rail to allow some space for her squeeze through before following suit. Surprisingly enough, the crowd seemed all too happy to move out of their way. “And you are?”
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The lord had found himself at rather a loose end. Nikos had been called away on some barony business that Sil had no interest in spectating, and he had no idea what Eleni was up to. He wasn’t overly bothered though, a lazy day meandering through the capital didn’t seem a bad idea, and Silanos had a knack for finding his own entertainment anyway.
He’d - quite unintentionally, driven by instinct alone - ended up near a stall selling some of the wine produced in his friend’s vineyard and Silanos was on his second mug as he leant against the rail of some small pen. His nose was wrinkled at the smell, but there was something almost endearing about the wriggly little piglet within. Almost a shame it was going to end up roasted over someone’s fire later. Almost.
He’d cast a disinterested glance toward the wine vendor, wondering if Nikos knew his family’s goods were being so discounted when the sudden press of the crowd had him jostled right off his feet. It was that the railing was *just* at the wrong height and Silanos found himself upended, covered in wine and gods knows what else as he blinked over at a girl who’d somehow ended up sprawled in the muck with him.
“Oh hello.” he offered, only able to laugh at the ridiculousness of their situation. Amused blue eyes looked her over, bright but with shadows smudged like ash beneath. There was wine running down from his hair. His grin widened as the young woman attempted to stand only to slide right back off her feet, and this time, Silanos was ready to catch her, so she landed on his lap as they plopped back into the mud.
“You know if you’d wanted to cuddle you could have just asked,” he said, still finding the humour in the situation until he noticed the girl’s eyes had filled with tears.
“Hey...no blood no foul. I’m fine. You’re fine. Nothing to cry over…”
With no little effort and more than a few colourful words thrown in for effect, the young lord had manoeuvred them upright again, and he propped Melina against the fence so he could swipe an arm over his face to remove the wine. It was unfortunate that his arm was covered in mud, so he only managed to replace one with the other. “Fucks sake” he muttered, before giving up entirely and returning his attention to his female companion.
“I’m Sil.” He lifted the rail to allow some space for her squeeze through before following suit. Surprisingly enough, the crowd seemed all too happy to move out of their way. “And you are?”
The lord had found himself at rather a loose end. Nikos had been called away on some barony business that Sil had no interest in spectating, and he had no idea what Eleni was up to. He wasn’t overly bothered though, a lazy day meandering through the capital didn’t seem a bad idea, and Silanos had a knack for finding his own entertainment anyway.
He’d - quite unintentionally, driven by instinct alone - ended up near a stall selling some of the wine produced in his friend’s vineyard and Silanos was on his second mug as he leant against the rail of some small pen. His nose was wrinkled at the smell, but there was something almost endearing about the wriggly little piglet within. Almost a shame it was going to end up roasted over someone’s fire later. Almost.
He’d cast a disinterested glance toward the wine vendor, wondering if Nikos knew his family’s goods were being so discounted when the sudden press of the crowd had him jostled right off his feet. It was that the railing was *just* at the wrong height and Silanos found himself upended, covered in wine and gods knows what else as he blinked over at a girl who’d somehow ended up sprawled in the muck with him.
“Oh hello.” he offered, only able to laugh at the ridiculousness of their situation. Amused blue eyes looked her over, bright but with shadows smudged like ash beneath. There was wine running down from his hair. His grin widened as the young woman attempted to stand only to slide right back off her feet, and this time, Silanos was ready to catch her, so she landed on his lap as they plopped back into the mud.
“You know if you’d wanted to cuddle you could have just asked,” he said, still finding the humour in the situation until he noticed the girl’s eyes had filled with tears.
“Hey...no blood no foul. I’m fine. You’re fine. Nothing to cry over…”
With no little effort and more than a few colourful words thrown in for effect, the young lord had manoeuvred them upright again, and he propped Melina against the fence so he could swipe an arm over his face to remove the wine. It was unfortunate that his arm was covered in mud, so he only managed to replace one with the other. “Fucks sake” he muttered, before giving up entirely and returning his attention to his female companion.
“I’m Sil.” He lifted the rail to allow some space for her squeeze through before following suit. Surprisingly enough, the crowd seemed all too happy to move out of their way. “And you are?”
Never had Melina thought that mud covering her face could be a good thing. It wasn’t something she necessarily desired, nor should it be. The fact that it managed to hide the pink tinge that spread across her cheeks was a silver lining. You know if you wanted to cuddle you could’ve just asked. That was flirting- Melina wasn’t dense. And it was lucky that he had a sense of humor. All the while she was mortified to have put themselves in this situation.
He seemed to notice the tears that were threatening to tumble down her cheeks, giving her dark eyes a glassy look. He tried to reassure her, though it did not stop Melina’s heart from pounding. She was humiliated. She felt sorry for him. And the thought of anyone, a lower noble or god forbid another Leventi, walking through the Agora and seeing Melina rolling around in the mud with some boy. Melina would never live that down.
But he was nice. He helped get them upright and lifted the rail so the two could squeeze through. And then he introduced himself. Sil. Such a simple name. But when he asked for Melina’s, she hesitated. “Mel.” she found herself responding. Not Lady Melina, not Melina of Leventi, just… Mel.
Truth be told she didn’t feel quite like a lady right now. Compared to her family, Melina paled in comparison… and that’s when she didn’t have mud all over. Now, she looked like what others probably thought of her. Melina looked like a commoner. Then again, she didn’t suppose they rolled around in mud either.
She gave him a smile. She shouldn’t think of that. The man was nice enough. And she had gotten him dirty. She should offer to repay him somehow. Though she couldn’t very well take him to the Leventi home. How on Earth would Melina explain that? Dafni might keel over dead from laughing so hard at her. The Leventis did own a bathhouse that she could offer him to go to. And… perhaps she could buy him new clothes. “I… would you like me to pay for something new to wear? And a visit to the bathhouse?” Melina found herself biting her lip. Did that sound forward? Did he think she was hitting on her? Shit, what was the right thing to say in this situation? “I just mean- I… I just feel bad. This was my mistake.” She added on quickly.
Though she could blame the Condos in part, or at least the merchant selling the wine. And the blind people who just bumped into them. But that would be mean, and it was much easier to accept responsibility. After all, even if Melina had no real part in this, and it was all by circumstance that landed them over the fence- She still brought with her bad luck. Sil didn’t ask for the luck that she brought, thus Melina should try to make it right. It was a good thing to do, wasn’t it?
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Never had Melina thought that mud covering her face could be a good thing. It wasn’t something she necessarily desired, nor should it be. The fact that it managed to hide the pink tinge that spread across her cheeks was a silver lining. You know if you wanted to cuddle you could’ve just asked. That was flirting- Melina wasn’t dense. And it was lucky that he had a sense of humor. All the while she was mortified to have put themselves in this situation.
He seemed to notice the tears that were threatening to tumble down her cheeks, giving her dark eyes a glassy look. He tried to reassure her, though it did not stop Melina’s heart from pounding. She was humiliated. She felt sorry for him. And the thought of anyone, a lower noble or god forbid another Leventi, walking through the Agora and seeing Melina rolling around in the mud with some boy. Melina would never live that down.
But he was nice. He helped get them upright and lifted the rail so the two could squeeze through. And then he introduced himself. Sil. Such a simple name. But when he asked for Melina’s, she hesitated. “Mel.” she found herself responding. Not Lady Melina, not Melina of Leventi, just… Mel.
Truth be told she didn’t feel quite like a lady right now. Compared to her family, Melina paled in comparison… and that’s when she didn’t have mud all over. Now, she looked like what others probably thought of her. Melina looked like a commoner. Then again, she didn’t suppose they rolled around in mud either.
She gave him a smile. She shouldn’t think of that. The man was nice enough. And she had gotten him dirty. She should offer to repay him somehow. Though she couldn’t very well take him to the Leventi home. How on Earth would Melina explain that? Dafni might keel over dead from laughing so hard at her. The Leventis did own a bathhouse that she could offer him to go to. And… perhaps she could buy him new clothes. “I… would you like me to pay for something new to wear? And a visit to the bathhouse?” Melina found herself biting her lip. Did that sound forward? Did he think she was hitting on her? Shit, what was the right thing to say in this situation? “I just mean- I… I just feel bad. This was my mistake.” She added on quickly.
Though she could blame the Condos in part, or at least the merchant selling the wine. And the blind people who just bumped into them. But that would be mean, and it was much easier to accept responsibility. After all, even if Melina had no real part in this, and it was all by circumstance that landed them over the fence- She still brought with her bad luck. Sil didn’t ask for the luck that she brought, thus Melina should try to make it right. It was a good thing to do, wasn’t it?
Never had Melina thought that mud covering her face could be a good thing. It wasn’t something she necessarily desired, nor should it be. The fact that it managed to hide the pink tinge that spread across her cheeks was a silver lining. You know if you wanted to cuddle you could’ve just asked. That was flirting- Melina wasn’t dense. And it was lucky that he had a sense of humor. All the while she was mortified to have put themselves in this situation.
He seemed to notice the tears that were threatening to tumble down her cheeks, giving her dark eyes a glassy look. He tried to reassure her, though it did not stop Melina’s heart from pounding. She was humiliated. She felt sorry for him. And the thought of anyone, a lower noble or god forbid another Leventi, walking through the Agora and seeing Melina rolling around in the mud with some boy. Melina would never live that down.
But he was nice. He helped get them upright and lifted the rail so the two could squeeze through. And then he introduced himself. Sil. Such a simple name. But when he asked for Melina’s, she hesitated. “Mel.” she found herself responding. Not Lady Melina, not Melina of Leventi, just… Mel.
Truth be told she didn’t feel quite like a lady right now. Compared to her family, Melina paled in comparison… and that’s when she didn’t have mud all over. Now, she looked like what others probably thought of her. Melina looked like a commoner. Then again, she didn’t suppose they rolled around in mud either.
She gave him a smile. She shouldn’t think of that. The man was nice enough. And she had gotten him dirty. She should offer to repay him somehow. Though she couldn’t very well take him to the Leventi home. How on Earth would Melina explain that? Dafni might keel over dead from laughing so hard at her. The Leventis did own a bathhouse that she could offer him to go to. And… perhaps she could buy him new clothes. “I… would you like me to pay for something new to wear? And a visit to the bathhouse?” Melina found herself biting her lip. Did that sound forward? Did he think she was hitting on her? Shit, what was the right thing to say in this situation? “I just mean- I… I just feel bad. This was my mistake.” She added on quickly.
Though she could blame the Condos in part, or at least the merchant selling the wine. And the blind people who just bumped into them. But that would be mean, and it was much easier to accept responsibility. After all, even if Melina had no real part in this, and it was all by circumstance that landed them over the fence- She still brought with her bad luck. Sil didn’t ask for the luck that she brought, thus Melina should try to make it right. It was a good thing to do, wasn’t it?
He gave a nod of his head when she offered her name. Mel. She was pretty well coated in muck too, but not so much that he couldn’t make out how fine her attire was. He was pretty sure there should probably be a Lady in front of her name, but he was hardly one to stand on ceremony himself, particularly when covered in mud and wine and gods knows what else. Silanos glanced down at himself and pulled a face; it wasn’t pretty. The chiton he was wearing was really only fit for the fire, and there was mud in his sandals and between his toes. Gross.
The girl had come off pretty poorly as well, the pair of them more mud-coloured than anything else now, and with a decidedly rural aroma. It was only natural that thoughts turned towards bathing and the suchlike.
But Sil looked vaguely confused, brow creasing above those still-amused blue eyes as she made her offer, and he wondered if she thought him unable to fund his own bath or change of garments. How peculiar. Maybe he ought to pay a little more attention to his mother when she tutted at his lackadaisical approach to his appearance.
“Uh. Thanks..but no? I can pay for myself. Unless what you’re really offering is your company, in which case I’m not gonna turn you down.”
But she wasn’t looking terribly receptive to flirting so his grin slipped away and he shrugged away her trying to blame herself for what had happened. “Really, it’s not a big deal. Not your fault people apparently get so excited over Condos wine. And there are worse people who could have landed on me, for sure.”
The young lord glanced around them and then back to the girl. “Were you here on your own? Do you need escorting anywhere or..? I think I probably will head to the bathhouse….”
His words trailed off, the invitation implied in the questioning tilt of his head and the little quirk of his brows. Whatever she planned to do, he wasn’t enthralled with standing around in the agora looking like this.
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He gave a nod of his head when she offered her name. Mel. She was pretty well coated in muck too, but not so much that he couldn’t make out how fine her attire was. He was pretty sure there should probably be a Lady in front of her name, but he was hardly one to stand on ceremony himself, particularly when covered in mud and wine and gods knows what else. Silanos glanced down at himself and pulled a face; it wasn’t pretty. The chiton he was wearing was really only fit for the fire, and there was mud in his sandals and between his toes. Gross.
The girl had come off pretty poorly as well, the pair of them more mud-coloured than anything else now, and with a decidedly rural aroma. It was only natural that thoughts turned towards bathing and the suchlike.
But Sil looked vaguely confused, brow creasing above those still-amused blue eyes as she made her offer, and he wondered if she thought him unable to fund his own bath or change of garments. How peculiar. Maybe he ought to pay a little more attention to his mother when she tutted at his lackadaisical approach to his appearance.
“Uh. Thanks..but no? I can pay for myself. Unless what you’re really offering is your company, in which case I’m not gonna turn you down.”
But she wasn’t looking terribly receptive to flirting so his grin slipped away and he shrugged away her trying to blame herself for what had happened. “Really, it’s not a big deal. Not your fault people apparently get so excited over Condos wine. And there are worse people who could have landed on me, for sure.”
The young lord glanced around them and then back to the girl. “Were you here on your own? Do you need escorting anywhere or..? I think I probably will head to the bathhouse….”
His words trailed off, the invitation implied in the questioning tilt of his head and the little quirk of his brows. Whatever she planned to do, he wasn’t enthralled with standing around in the agora looking like this.
He gave a nod of his head when she offered her name. Mel. She was pretty well coated in muck too, but not so much that he couldn’t make out how fine her attire was. He was pretty sure there should probably be a Lady in front of her name, but he was hardly one to stand on ceremony himself, particularly when covered in mud and wine and gods knows what else. Silanos glanced down at himself and pulled a face; it wasn’t pretty. The chiton he was wearing was really only fit for the fire, and there was mud in his sandals and between his toes. Gross.
The girl had come off pretty poorly as well, the pair of them more mud-coloured than anything else now, and with a decidedly rural aroma. It was only natural that thoughts turned towards bathing and the suchlike.
But Sil looked vaguely confused, brow creasing above those still-amused blue eyes as she made her offer, and he wondered if she thought him unable to fund his own bath or change of garments. How peculiar. Maybe he ought to pay a little more attention to his mother when she tutted at his lackadaisical approach to his appearance.
“Uh. Thanks..but no? I can pay for myself. Unless what you’re really offering is your company, in which case I’m not gonna turn you down.”
But she wasn’t looking terribly receptive to flirting so his grin slipped away and he shrugged away her trying to blame herself for what had happened. “Really, it’s not a big deal. Not your fault people apparently get so excited over Condos wine. And there are worse people who could have landed on me, for sure.”
The young lord glanced around them and then back to the girl. “Were you here on your own? Do you need escorting anywhere or..? I think I probably will head to the bathhouse….”
His words trailed off, the invitation implied in the questioning tilt of his head and the little quirk of his brows. Whatever she planned to do, he wasn’t enthralled with standing around in the agora looking like this.
Was he still flirting with her? Did he want her company? Was he just being nice? She should say never mind and just walk away quickly, shouldn’t she? But then that was rude, and Melina would hate to be rude to a man who was treating her kindly. And…
Ughs, fuck it! Fuck it all! Melina just felt frustrated. Gods dammit, why couldn’t she just make up her mind? Just be like all the other girls confident and giggly and know exactly what to say when she wanted to say it. Why couldn’t she be so dense that she could just speak without a filter and not even realize what she was doing was making a complete fool of herself. She’d rather live life confident and ignorant than nervous and… lacking.
Really, it’s not a big deal. He was sweet, and much unlike other men Melina had met. (Not that, in her experience, women were all that better). And when he continued to talk trailing off with an implied invitation Melina felt herself hesitate.
I think… I think he does actually want my company… As strange and foreign as that idea was to Melina, it did make her feel… good. Maybe a trip to the bathouse wouldn’t be bad. And if Melina were to make things uncomfortable, as she almost certainly would, then, well… it’s not like the two would ever see each other again.
“Well… I do need to get cleaned up myself,” Melina said looking down at the mud dripping from her body. “And anything is better than standing here. Gods forbid another-”
“Get your wine here! At a discount! Bigger than before!” the merchant shouted, cutting off Melina as if he could sense what she was about to say.
Melina grabbed Sil’s hand without even thinking of the implications and pulled him away from another stampede of commoners who wouldn’t be able to afford a good bottle of Condos wine normally. She kept pulling him until they were away from the Agora, the freaking madhouse.
“I mean really! It’s not as if they’re actually selling Condos wine at a discount! Those amphorae that are being sold are clearly from another vineyard!” Melina was fuming at the people- so much so that she hadn’t realized that the entire time she was still holding Sil’s hands. “There’s no reason to flock like anima-”
Until that moment.
“Oops,” Melina dropped his hand sheepishly, looking at him with her wide brown eyes. “I’m sorry. I lost my temper and, well, I - uh, it- uh,” She stuttered like an absolute idiot. She messed things up again. How stupid of her. Shit, she couldn’t have at least gotten to the bathhouse first? She had to mess things up here?
Melina quickly held her hands behind her back so she wouldn’t feel the need to touch Sil again. She just met him, after all. That was… forward of her. Wasn’t it? Or maybe this wasn’t a big deal? Melina hated how… confusing this all was.
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Was he still flirting with her? Did he want her company? Was he just being nice? She should say never mind and just walk away quickly, shouldn’t she? But then that was rude, and Melina would hate to be rude to a man who was treating her kindly. And…
Ughs, fuck it! Fuck it all! Melina just felt frustrated. Gods dammit, why couldn’t she just make up her mind? Just be like all the other girls confident and giggly and know exactly what to say when she wanted to say it. Why couldn’t she be so dense that she could just speak without a filter and not even realize what she was doing was making a complete fool of herself. She’d rather live life confident and ignorant than nervous and… lacking.
Really, it’s not a big deal. He was sweet, and much unlike other men Melina had met. (Not that, in her experience, women were all that better). And when he continued to talk trailing off with an implied invitation Melina felt herself hesitate.
I think… I think he does actually want my company… As strange and foreign as that idea was to Melina, it did make her feel… good. Maybe a trip to the bathouse wouldn’t be bad. And if Melina were to make things uncomfortable, as she almost certainly would, then, well… it’s not like the two would ever see each other again.
“Well… I do need to get cleaned up myself,” Melina said looking down at the mud dripping from her body. “And anything is better than standing here. Gods forbid another-”
“Get your wine here! At a discount! Bigger than before!” the merchant shouted, cutting off Melina as if he could sense what she was about to say.
Melina grabbed Sil’s hand without even thinking of the implications and pulled him away from another stampede of commoners who wouldn’t be able to afford a good bottle of Condos wine normally. She kept pulling him until they were away from the Agora, the freaking madhouse.
“I mean really! It’s not as if they’re actually selling Condos wine at a discount! Those amphorae that are being sold are clearly from another vineyard!” Melina was fuming at the people- so much so that she hadn’t realized that the entire time she was still holding Sil’s hands. “There’s no reason to flock like anima-”
Until that moment.
“Oops,” Melina dropped his hand sheepishly, looking at him with her wide brown eyes. “I’m sorry. I lost my temper and, well, I - uh, it- uh,” She stuttered like an absolute idiot. She messed things up again. How stupid of her. Shit, she couldn’t have at least gotten to the bathhouse first? She had to mess things up here?
Melina quickly held her hands behind her back so she wouldn’t feel the need to touch Sil again. She just met him, after all. That was… forward of her. Wasn’t it? Or maybe this wasn’t a big deal? Melina hated how… confusing this all was.
Was he still flirting with her? Did he want her company? Was he just being nice? She should say never mind and just walk away quickly, shouldn’t she? But then that was rude, and Melina would hate to be rude to a man who was treating her kindly. And…
Ughs, fuck it! Fuck it all! Melina just felt frustrated. Gods dammit, why couldn’t she just make up her mind? Just be like all the other girls confident and giggly and know exactly what to say when she wanted to say it. Why couldn’t she be so dense that she could just speak without a filter and not even realize what she was doing was making a complete fool of herself. She’d rather live life confident and ignorant than nervous and… lacking.
Really, it’s not a big deal. He was sweet, and much unlike other men Melina had met. (Not that, in her experience, women were all that better). And when he continued to talk trailing off with an implied invitation Melina felt herself hesitate.
I think… I think he does actually want my company… As strange and foreign as that idea was to Melina, it did make her feel… good. Maybe a trip to the bathouse wouldn’t be bad. And if Melina were to make things uncomfortable, as she almost certainly would, then, well… it’s not like the two would ever see each other again.
“Well… I do need to get cleaned up myself,” Melina said looking down at the mud dripping from her body. “And anything is better than standing here. Gods forbid another-”
“Get your wine here! At a discount! Bigger than before!” the merchant shouted, cutting off Melina as if he could sense what she was about to say.
Melina grabbed Sil’s hand without even thinking of the implications and pulled him away from another stampede of commoners who wouldn’t be able to afford a good bottle of Condos wine normally. She kept pulling him until they were away from the Agora, the freaking madhouse.
“I mean really! It’s not as if they’re actually selling Condos wine at a discount! Those amphorae that are being sold are clearly from another vineyard!” Melina was fuming at the people- so much so that she hadn’t realized that the entire time she was still holding Sil’s hands. “There’s no reason to flock like anima-”
Until that moment.
“Oops,” Melina dropped his hand sheepishly, looking at him with her wide brown eyes. “I’m sorry. I lost my temper and, well, I - uh, it- uh,” She stuttered like an absolute idiot. She messed things up again. How stupid of her. Shit, she couldn’t have at least gotten to the bathhouse first? She had to mess things up here?
Melina quickly held her hands behind her back so she wouldn’t feel the need to touch Sil again. She just met him, after all. That was… forward of her. Wasn’t it? Or maybe this wasn’t a big deal? Melina hated how… confusing this all was.
Sil was hoping the girl made up her mind sooner rather than later. It was no skin off his nose whatever she decided, but the mud was starting to dry on his skin and it was an unpleasant sensation. At least, and here he cast a dubious eye toward the pen they had clambered out, he fucking hoped it was mud.
With a widening of his eyes and a nod as she stated the obvious, Silanos wasn’t given an opportunity to add anything as in the next moments the girl had grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the way of a second stampede toward the wine merchant. He went easily, and when she stopped at the edge of the agora, he grinned at her little trade, his gaze flickering down once, twice to where she still clutched on to his hand, breaking into a laugh when she realised and dropped it like it burned her.
She was sort of cute with all the stammering and he was still smiling when he spoke. “Seriously. You can stop apologising now.” he said with an easy grin “And you can hold my hand if you want. I don’t have any objections”
The young lord glanced around them as if trying to get his bearings and when he was mostly sure where they were, he jerked his head in the direction of the bathhouse, “Come on. I know some people say mud has cleansing benefits but I’m not sure that pig muck counts”
He began ambling onwards, keeping a slow pace so he wasn’t hurrying her, and because he didn’t tend to go anywhere particularly quickly. Unless he was hot-footing it out of a window for whatever reason, but those occasions were different.
“So...Mel...you from around here then?” he asked idly as they made their way through the streets, Sil narrowing his gaze at any who stared at their bedraggled appearance. The bathhouse wasn’t far but they still stuck out, looking as they did.
Silanos chanced another look around them, the buildings looking vaguely familiar. He was ninety percent sure he was leading them in the right direction, and the girl hadn’t yet suggested otherwise so on they went. As he walked he could feel the mud squishing up between his toes and it was disgusting. Silanos liked wine but he wasn’t sure it was worth such misery. He picked a bit of straw off his arm and looked at it quizically before musing
“ I didn’t realise Condos wine was so prized it would incite a riot in the agora.”
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Sil was hoping the girl made up her mind sooner rather than later. It was no skin off his nose whatever she decided, but the mud was starting to dry on his skin and it was an unpleasant sensation. At least, and here he cast a dubious eye toward the pen they had clambered out, he fucking hoped it was mud.
With a widening of his eyes and a nod as she stated the obvious, Silanos wasn’t given an opportunity to add anything as in the next moments the girl had grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the way of a second stampede toward the wine merchant. He went easily, and when she stopped at the edge of the agora, he grinned at her little trade, his gaze flickering down once, twice to where she still clutched on to his hand, breaking into a laugh when she realised and dropped it like it burned her.
She was sort of cute with all the stammering and he was still smiling when he spoke. “Seriously. You can stop apologising now.” he said with an easy grin “And you can hold my hand if you want. I don’t have any objections”
The young lord glanced around them as if trying to get his bearings and when he was mostly sure where they were, he jerked his head in the direction of the bathhouse, “Come on. I know some people say mud has cleansing benefits but I’m not sure that pig muck counts”
He began ambling onwards, keeping a slow pace so he wasn’t hurrying her, and because he didn’t tend to go anywhere particularly quickly. Unless he was hot-footing it out of a window for whatever reason, but those occasions were different.
“So...Mel...you from around here then?” he asked idly as they made their way through the streets, Sil narrowing his gaze at any who stared at their bedraggled appearance. The bathhouse wasn’t far but they still stuck out, looking as they did.
Silanos chanced another look around them, the buildings looking vaguely familiar. He was ninety percent sure he was leading them in the right direction, and the girl hadn’t yet suggested otherwise so on they went. As he walked he could feel the mud squishing up between his toes and it was disgusting. Silanos liked wine but he wasn’t sure it was worth such misery. He picked a bit of straw off his arm and looked at it quizically before musing
“ I didn’t realise Condos wine was so prized it would incite a riot in the agora.”
Sil was hoping the girl made up her mind sooner rather than later. It was no skin off his nose whatever she decided, but the mud was starting to dry on his skin and it was an unpleasant sensation. At least, and here he cast a dubious eye toward the pen they had clambered out, he fucking hoped it was mud.
With a widening of his eyes and a nod as she stated the obvious, Silanos wasn’t given an opportunity to add anything as in the next moments the girl had grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the way of a second stampede toward the wine merchant. He went easily, and when she stopped at the edge of the agora, he grinned at her little trade, his gaze flickering down once, twice to where she still clutched on to his hand, breaking into a laugh when she realised and dropped it like it burned her.
She was sort of cute with all the stammering and he was still smiling when he spoke. “Seriously. You can stop apologising now.” he said with an easy grin “And you can hold my hand if you want. I don’t have any objections”
The young lord glanced around them as if trying to get his bearings and when he was mostly sure where they were, he jerked his head in the direction of the bathhouse, “Come on. I know some people say mud has cleansing benefits but I’m not sure that pig muck counts”
He began ambling onwards, keeping a slow pace so he wasn’t hurrying her, and because he didn’t tend to go anywhere particularly quickly. Unless he was hot-footing it out of a window for whatever reason, but those occasions were different.
“So...Mel...you from around here then?” he asked idly as they made their way through the streets, Sil narrowing his gaze at any who stared at their bedraggled appearance. The bathhouse wasn’t far but they still stuck out, looking as they did.
Silanos chanced another look around them, the buildings looking vaguely familiar. He was ninety percent sure he was leading them in the right direction, and the girl hadn’t yet suggested otherwise so on they went. As he walked he could feel the mud squishing up between his toes and it was disgusting. Silanos liked wine but he wasn’t sure it was worth such misery. He picked a bit of straw off his arm and looked at it quizically before musing
“ I didn’t realise Condos wine was so prized it would incite a riot in the agora.”
