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It had been a regular morning in the Marikas household. Panos had been doing whatever it was he did during the day - Rafail didn't usually care to know - and Pavlos had been out taking care of some of his more pressing duties. This meant that the youngest of the two brothers had been left alone with only his sister for company and, however much he might have enjoyed her presence, things tended to get dull when you were alone with a woman for too long. She had wanted to talk about this 'gorgeous' boy she had seen around one of the many shops she so often frequented, and Rafail had had to remain in the conversation to inform her that no sister of his would be courting anyone who wasn't of appropriate social rank. She had complained, as seemed only natural in such a situation, but he had put his foot down, attempted to direct her attention elsewhere and, when all else seemed to be failing, instead suggested that she take her out into the city for some shopping, knowing full well that Sofia would be unlikely to resist.
They had left the family home in good time, reaching their desired destination before midday. Rafail had, in a strange and shocking turn of events, opted for the pair to travel alone, save for the one handmaid who had accompanied Sofia lest she need anything with which her brother could not aid her. He was, of course, making use of the girl as well, given that he had a few outfits that required repairing after some nights that had proved rougher than the expected, and, alongside those, two of his sister's dresses which had somehow gotten torn, all of which someone needed to carry, and it was most certainly not going to be Rafail. He had stopped them outside a small store where such items could be mended - it was true that usually, he would have preferred having someone return to the house for this exact purpose but, today, as they were to be out in the city anyway, it had seemed more straightforward to kill two birds with one stone. For a moment he was quiet, surveying their surroundings and the opportunity for his sister to distract herself while he attended to matters and, once he was positive this was the case, turned to Sofia and her maid, gathering up the clothing himself.
"I shan't be too long, Sofi," he assured her, using an affectionate nickname that was unique to his own interactions with his sister. "Don't stray far, I don't wish to lose you." And, quite honestly, he didn't. Rafail couldn't imagine the idea of losing the person most beloved to him. Smiling at the girl and placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head, he ventured into the store, directing himself towards the only other person he saw present in there. "I trust you can aid me. My sister and I are in dire need of your services, as you can see. I am willing to pay...a substantial sum." After all, it could seem like too much when it came to ensuring his favourite items of clothing were in excellent condition. One might say Rafail was quite obsessed with his appearance.
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It had been a regular morning in the Marikas household. Panos had been doing whatever it was he did during the day - Rafail didn't usually care to know - and Pavlos had been out taking care of some of his more pressing duties. This meant that the youngest of the two brothers had been left alone with only his sister for company and, however much he might have enjoyed her presence, things tended to get dull when you were alone with a woman for too long. She had wanted to talk about this 'gorgeous' boy she had seen around one of the many shops she so often frequented, and Rafail had had to remain in the conversation to inform her that no sister of his would be courting anyone who wasn't of appropriate social rank. She had complained, as seemed only natural in such a situation, but he had put his foot down, attempted to direct her attention elsewhere and, when all else seemed to be failing, instead suggested that she take her out into the city for some shopping, knowing full well that Sofia would be unlikely to resist.
They had left the family home in good time, reaching their desired destination before midday. Rafail had, in a strange and shocking turn of events, opted for the pair to travel alone, save for the one handmaid who had accompanied Sofia lest she need anything with which her brother could not aid her. He was, of course, making use of the girl as well, given that he had a few outfits that required repairing after some nights that had proved rougher than the expected, and, alongside those, two of his sister's dresses which had somehow gotten torn, all of which someone needed to carry, and it was most certainly not going to be Rafail. He had stopped them outside a small store where such items could be mended - it was true that usually, he would have preferred having someone return to the house for this exact purpose but, today, as they were to be out in the city anyway, it had seemed more straightforward to kill two birds with one stone. For a moment he was quiet, surveying their surroundings and the opportunity for his sister to distract herself while he attended to matters and, once he was positive this was the case, turned to Sofia and her maid, gathering up the clothing himself.
"I shan't be too long, Sofi," he assured her, using an affectionate nickname that was unique to his own interactions with his sister. "Don't stray far, I don't wish to lose you." And, quite honestly, he didn't. Rafail couldn't imagine the idea of losing the person most beloved to him. Smiling at the girl and placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head, he ventured into the store, directing himself towards the only other person he saw present in there. "I trust you can aid me. My sister and I are in dire need of your services, as you can see. I am willing to pay...a substantial sum." After all, it could seem like too much when it came to ensuring his favourite items of clothing were in excellent condition. One might say Rafail was quite obsessed with his appearance.
It had been a regular morning in the Marikas household. Panos had been doing whatever it was he did during the day - Rafail didn't usually care to know - and Pavlos had been out taking care of some of his more pressing duties. This meant that the youngest of the two brothers had been left alone with only his sister for company and, however much he might have enjoyed her presence, things tended to get dull when you were alone with a woman for too long. She had wanted to talk about this 'gorgeous' boy she had seen around one of the many shops she so often frequented, and Rafail had had to remain in the conversation to inform her that no sister of his would be courting anyone who wasn't of appropriate social rank. She had complained, as seemed only natural in such a situation, but he had put his foot down, attempted to direct her attention elsewhere and, when all else seemed to be failing, instead suggested that she take her out into the city for some shopping, knowing full well that Sofia would be unlikely to resist.
They had left the family home in good time, reaching their desired destination before midday. Rafail had, in a strange and shocking turn of events, opted for the pair to travel alone, save for the one handmaid who had accompanied Sofia lest she need anything with which her brother could not aid her. He was, of course, making use of the girl as well, given that he had a few outfits that required repairing after some nights that had proved rougher than the expected, and, alongside those, two of his sister's dresses which had somehow gotten torn, all of which someone needed to carry, and it was most certainly not going to be Rafail. He had stopped them outside a small store where such items could be mended - it was true that usually, he would have preferred having someone return to the house for this exact purpose but, today, as they were to be out in the city anyway, it had seemed more straightforward to kill two birds with one stone. For a moment he was quiet, surveying their surroundings and the opportunity for his sister to distract herself while he attended to matters and, once he was positive this was the case, turned to Sofia and her maid, gathering up the clothing himself.
"I shan't be too long, Sofi," he assured her, using an affectionate nickname that was unique to his own interactions with his sister. "Don't stray far, I don't wish to lose you." And, quite honestly, he didn't. Rafail couldn't imagine the idea of losing the person most beloved to him. Smiling at the girl and placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head, he ventured into the store, directing himself towards the only other person he saw present in there. "I trust you can aid me. My sister and I are in dire need of your services, as you can see. I am willing to pay...a substantial sum." After all, it could seem like too much when it came to ensuring his favourite items of clothing were in excellent condition. One might say Rafail was quite obsessed with his appearance.
Getting up in the morning was getting to be almost as much of a chore as everything she had to do on a daily basis. When she managed to drag herself out of the bed that was too small for her, she had to make breakfast for her grandfather. Today was stale bread with some honey. Walking across the dark and dusty home to her grandfather’s chambers, it was time to set the tray down, wade through the ocean of empty wine bottles to wake him, wash the sour wine and bile from his beard, and sit him up to feed him. Inbetween bites of bread and honey, he would regale her with tales from his youth, usually the same ones she had heard every morning for over a decade.
Once that was done, it was time for Lord Keteus’ bath, soothing him so he didn’t struggle while being washed. Then he would be dressed in something hopefully not too badly stained with wine, and given something to do. Today, she had him drafting a letter to the king about some complaint of his that would never be sent, as he wouldn’t finish it, most likely passing out again before noon. Then, she attended to her own needs, bathing and dressing herself. The next two hours were to be spent in fervent prayer to Aphrodite, praying for the goddess of love to spare her from temptation, to finally allow her to love a man, and purge her of these inhuman desires. Only then did she eat whatever food Keteus did not finish.
By then, it was most likely a few hours before noon, and Kalypso had to attend to their near-sole source of income. She walked from their home to the small dusty shop, sitting herself down at the counter, and beginning to sew and mend clothes. There weren’t many of them, as not many sought out her services, but what little work there was would take all of her attention. It was all done for a pittance, Of course. The dog of Raptors hanging on the wall didn’t bring much respect, and the reputation of her family was that of the accursed. The death of her family hung over her head even years later.
Then something unexpected happened. A handsome man walked into her store, and began speaking to her. At first, she simply blinked. Then she realized he was speaking to her. She straightened, flushing, smoothing out her drab brown dress.
”Oh! Uhm, Yes, Of course. We-Well, it can, Uhm, certainly be done. The repairs, I mean. I do that. Here. In my store.” She swallowed dryly, and awkwardly ran her hand through her hair. ”I’m, uhm, Kalypso. Of Raptis. Not that you needed to know that, I-I guess. Sorry.”
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Getting up in the morning was getting to be almost as much of a chore as everything she had to do on a daily basis. When she managed to drag herself out of the bed that was too small for her, she had to make breakfast for her grandfather. Today was stale bread with some honey. Walking across the dark and dusty home to her grandfather’s chambers, it was time to set the tray down, wade through the ocean of empty wine bottles to wake him, wash the sour wine and bile from his beard, and sit him up to feed him. Inbetween bites of bread and honey, he would regale her with tales from his youth, usually the same ones she had heard every morning for over a decade.
Once that was done, it was time for Lord Keteus’ bath, soothing him so he didn’t struggle while being washed. Then he would be dressed in something hopefully not too badly stained with wine, and given something to do. Today, she had him drafting a letter to the king about some complaint of his that would never be sent, as he wouldn’t finish it, most likely passing out again before noon. Then, she attended to her own needs, bathing and dressing herself. The next two hours were to be spent in fervent prayer to Aphrodite, praying for the goddess of love to spare her from temptation, to finally allow her to love a man, and purge her of these inhuman desires. Only then did she eat whatever food Keteus did not finish.
By then, it was most likely a few hours before noon, and Kalypso had to attend to their near-sole source of income. She walked from their home to the small dusty shop, sitting herself down at the counter, and beginning to sew and mend clothes. There weren’t many of them, as not many sought out her services, but what little work there was would take all of her attention. It was all done for a pittance, Of course. The dog of Raptors hanging on the wall didn’t bring much respect, and the reputation of her family was that of the accursed. The death of her family hung over her head even years later.
Then something unexpected happened. A handsome man walked into her store, and began speaking to her. At first, she simply blinked. Then she realized he was speaking to her. She straightened, flushing, smoothing out her drab brown dress.
”Oh! Uhm, Yes, Of course. We-Well, it can, Uhm, certainly be done. The repairs, I mean. I do that. Here. In my store.” She swallowed dryly, and awkwardly ran her hand through her hair. ”I’m, uhm, Kalypso. Of Raptis. Not that you needed to know that, I-I guess. Sorry.”
Getting up in the morning was getting to be almost as much of a chore as everything she had to do on a daily basis. When she managed to drag herself out of the bed that was too small for her, she had to make breakfast for her grandfather. Today was stale bread with some honey. Walking across the dark and dusty home to her grandfather’s chambers, it was time to set the tray down, wade through the ocean of empty wine bottles to wake him, wash the sour wine and bile from his beard, and sit him up to feed him. Inbetween bites of bread and honey, he would regale her with tales from his youth, usually the same ones she had heard every morning for over a decade.
Once that was done, it was time for Lord Keteus’ bath, soothing him so he didn’t struggle while being washed. Then he would be dressed in something hopefully not too badly stained with wine, and given something to do. Today, she had him drafting a letter to the king about some complaint of his that would never be sent, as he wouldn’t finish it, most likely passing out again before noon. Then, she attended to her own needs, bathing and dressing herself. The next two hours were to be spent in fervent prayer to Aphrodite, praying for the goddess of love to spare her from temptation, to finally allow her to love a man, and purge her of these inhuman desires. Only then did she eat whatever food Keteus did not finish.
By then, it was most likely a few hours before noon, and Kalypso had to attend to their near-sole source of income. She walked from their home to the small dusty shop, sitting herself down at the counter, and beginning to sew and mend clothes. There weren’t many of them, as not many sought out her services, but what little work there was would take all of her attention. It was all done for a pittance, Of course. The dog of Raptors hanging on the wall didn’t bring much respect, and the reputation of her family was that of the accursed. The death of her family hung over her head even years later.
Then something unexpected happened. A handsome man walked into her store, and began speaking to her. At first, she simply blinked. Then she realized he was speaking to her. She straightened, flushing, smoothing out her drab brown dress.
”Oh! Uhm, Yes, Of course. We-Well, it can, Uhm, certainly be done. The repairs, I mean. I do that. Here. In my store.” She swallowed dryly, and awkwardly ran her hand through her hair. ”I’m, uhm, Kalypso. Of Raptis. Not that you needed to know that, I-I guess. Sorry.”
The corner of Rafail's mouth twisted up into a smirk as the girl was so flustered and stuttered through her words. It brought him such utter joy when others were put out by his stunning appearance and especially so when they were girls. After all, women who so easily had their breath taken away by his looks were just the women that he wanted in his life. The easy kind, so to call them. If he was lucky - and, let's face it, he usually was - he would come out of this store with more than just some mended clothes.
She was not wrong. Her name was not something he had cared to know, even if his intentions now extended past merely having her fix a few chitons and dresses. However, there was a familiarity to it, especially given that it appeared to be a noble name. Raptis. The name hung in the back of his mind as though it was something he should have recognised but self-centredness made such a thing impossible and he blinked away the potential memory, opting not to question it further. He was not here for a history lesson. Still, he gave her a nod of acknowledgement as she introduced herself, insincere as his words might have been. Politeness was only key in order to seduce women. "Kalypso is a darling name. A pleasure to meet you." She already seemed interested in him, presumably he wouldn't need much more charm to have her trapped in his little web of seduction.
But let him take it up another notch.
"Rafail of Marikas," he responded as he dropped the items on her counter and held a hand out in greeting, very proudly displaying to her his shining golden signet ring on the off chance she had yet to realise how important he considered himself, not to mention the collection of other rings he wore on the same hand. Women, and especially women who worked in places as dismal as this, they were usually quick to acknowledge wealth. And, to add in the other thing he'd noticed early on in life that impressed people, he added in a quick reference to his title. Wealth and power: that was how you interested women. "Baron of Thesnia."
"Now, as I was saying, I have brought these items for mending. The dresses: they only have small tears near the bottom, I assume Sofi tripped or tore it in the gardens or something. Mine are a little harder, I would imagine. There a little more excitement when they were ripped so." He gave Kalypso a suggestive sort of eyebrow raise so she would understand just how he was implying his clothes had been torn, gesturing to just where the garments had been ruined. "Normally I would have someone do this at home but, given that I was out visiting the city with my sister anyway, it seemed easier to bring them here. That said, I'd rather you didn't take long. How much will all this be?"
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The corner of Rafail's mouth twisted up into a smirk as the girl was so flustered and stuttered through her words. It brought him such utter joy when others were put out by his stunning appearance and especially so when they were girls. After all, women who so easily had their breath taken away by his looks were just the women that he wanted in his life. The easy kind, so to call them. If he was lucky - and, let's face it, he usually was - he would come out of this store with more than just some mended clothes.
She was not wrong. Her name was not something he had cared to know, even if his intentions now extended past merely having her fix a few chitons and dresses. However, there was a familiarity to it, especially given that it appeared to be a noble name. Raptis. The name hung in the back of his mind as though it was something he should have recognised but self-centredness made such a thing impossible and he blinked away the potential memory, opting not to question it further. He was not here for a history lesson. Still, he gave her a nod of acknowledgement as she introduced herself, insincere as his words might have been. Politeness was only key in order to seduce women. "Kalypso is a darling name. A pleasure to meet you." She already seemed interested in him, presumably he wouldn't need much more charm to have her trapped in his little web of seduction.
But let him take it up another notch.
"Rafail of Marikas," he responded as he dropped the items on her counter and held a hand out in greeting, very proudly displaying to her his shining golden signet ring on the off chance she had yet to realise how important he considered himself, not to mention the collection of other rings he wore on the same hand. Women, and especially women who worked in places as dismal as this, they were usually quick to acknowledge wealth. And, to add in the other thing he'd noticed early on in life that impressed people, he added in a quick reference to his title. Wealth and power: that was how you interested women. "Baron of Thesnia."
"Now, as I was saying, I have brought these items for mending. The dresses: they only have small tears near the bottom, I assume Sofi tripped or tore it in the gardens or something. Mine are a little harder, I would imagine. There a little more excitement when they were ripped so." He gave Kalypso a suggestive sort of eyebrow raise so she would understand just how he was implying his clothes had been torn, gesturing to just where the garments had been ruined. "Normally I would have someone do this at home but, given that I was out visiting the city with my sister anyway, it seemed easier to bring them here. That said, I'd rather you didn't take long. How much will all this be?"
The corner of Rafail's mouth twisted up into a smirk as the girl was so flustered and stuttered through her words. It brought him such utter joy when others were put out by his stunning appearance and especially so when they were girls. After all, women who so easily had their breath taken away by his looks were just the women that he wanted in his life. The easy kind, so to call them. If he was lucky - and, let's face it, he usually was - he would come out of this store with more than just some mended clothes.
She was not wrong. Her name was not something he had cared to know, even if his intentions now extended past merely having her fix a few chitons and dresses. However, there was a familiarity to it, especially given that it appeared to be a noble name. Raptis. The name hung in the back of his mind as though it was something he should have recognised but self-centredness made such a thing impossible and he blinked away the potential memory, opting not to question it further. He was not here for a history lesson. Still, he gave her a nod of acknowledgement as she introduced herself, insincere as his words might have been. Politeness was only key in order to seduce women. "Kalypso is a darling name. A pleasure to meet you." She already seemed interested in him, presumably he wouldn't need much more charm to have her trapped in his little web of seduction.
But let him take it up another notch.
"Rafail of Marikas," he responded as he dropped the items on her counter and held a hand out in greeting, very proudly displaying to her his shining golden signet ring on the off chance she had yet to realise how important he considered himself, not to mention the collection of other rings he wore on the same hand. Women, and especially women who worked in places as dismal as this, they were usually quick to acknowledge wealth. And, to add in the other thing he'd noticed early on in life that impressed people, he added in a quick reference to his title. Wealth and power: that was how you interested women. "Baron of Thesnia."
"Now, as I was saying, I have brought these items for mending. The dresses: they only have small tears near the bottom, I assume Sofi tripped or tore it in the gardens or something. Mine are a little harder, I would imagine. There a little more excitement when they were ripped so." He gave Kalypso a suggestive sort of eyebrow raise so she would understand just how he was implying his clothes had been torn, gesturing to just where the garments had been ruined. "Normally I would have someone do this at home but, given that I was out visiting the city with my sister anyway, it seemed easier to bring them here. That said, I'd rather you didn't take long. How much will all this be?"
