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It had been good to catch up with old faces, old friends. In Taengea, Silanos had told himself he did not miss home. He had believed it for most of the time , the southern kingdom was easy to lose oneself in. More laid back than Colchis, he felt as if perhaps he’d have been better off growing up there rather than amongst the cliffs of his home. And then thinking about home had brought up memories he’d been doing his best to burn away so he’d drunk more wine and thrown himself into the arms of whatever willing woman he could find.
But now, as he sauntered out into the street, he realised he had missed Midas. There were friends he had forgotten about, and wine and women here too, and as the younger Valaoritis lord ambled his way through the city, he figured maybe it was not such a bad thing that he’d ended up back here.
Eubocris was a different story, with its walls of rock pressing in on him, but Midas..Midas had it’s good points. One of which was the man he’d found to provide those things hed become accustomed to whilst in Taengea, and it was him that Silanos had sought out earlier that night. Estevan kept to the same haunts to make it easy for his customers to find him, and the young lord had quickly proven himself wealthy enough to become a favourite of the gap-toothed man.
That night, he had offered Silanos a small lidded bowl filled with poppy straw, and the lord had slapped the coin into the mans hand with a grin before departing to meet up with friends in the taverna. As he drifted slowly towards the Valaoritas manor, he swigged from the flagon of wine he’d picked up on his way out, his meandering steps making little progress through the mostly quiet streets.
His head was swimming a little, the sensation nothing that he wasn’t used to, only this time he knew it was not caused by fatigue but by the laced wine he had drunk, was still drinking. He felt warm in his bones and almost weightless as he walked on, humming lightly to himself.
At some point he knew Timaeus would expect him to calm down a little, take up some of the mantle of responsibility that the elder brother had struggled alone with in the years Sil had been gone, but he damn well wasn’t going to volunteer to do it. The younger Valaoritis didn’t consider himself cut out for such duty. He was not a great fighter or a strategist. He was much better at…socialising. First to arrive and last to leave, it was hardly his fault if the fun seemed to congregate around him, he mused. Tim was so serious. And he drank alone which Sil could have told him was way less enjoyable.
He lifted the wine to his mouth again, took a long pull. He wanted to be sure he wouldn’t dream, and drinking so he couldn’t see straight helped with that. Not always with the getting home part but he would deal.
He paused a moment, thinking he’d heard something over his tuneless humming, and turned in a circle. “Who’s there?’ His voice seemed loud in the quiet of the darkness but Silanos didn’t feel scared. He was too well-wrapped in the warmth of his poppy laced wine.
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It had been good to catch up with old faces, old friends. In Taengea, Silanos had told himself he did not miss home. He had believed it for most of the time , the southern kingdom was easy to lose oneself in. More laid back than Colchis, he felt as if perhaps he’d have been better off growing up there rather than amongst the cliffs of his home. And then thinking about home had brought up memories he’d been doing his best to burn away so he’d drunk more wine and thrown himself into the arms of whatever willing woman he could find.
But now, as he sauntered out into the street, he realised he had missed Midas. There were friends he had forgotten about, and wine and women here too, and as the younger Valaoritis lord ambled his way through the city, he figured maybe it was not such a bad thing that he’d ended up back here.
Eubocris was a different story, with its walls of rock pressing in on him, but Midas..Midas had it’s good points. One of which was the man he’d found to provide those things hed become accustomed to whilst in Taengea, and it was him that Silanos had sought out earlier that night. Estevan kept to the same haunts to make it easy for his customers to find him, and the young lord had quickly proven himself wealthy enough to become a favourite of the gap-toothed man.
That night, he had offered Silanos a small lidded bowl filled with poppy straw, and the lord had slapped the coin into the mans hand with a grin before departing to meet up with friends in the taverna. As he drifted slowly towards the Valaoritas manor, he swigged from the flagon of wine he’d picked up on his way out, his meandering steps making little progress through the mostly quiet streets.
His head was swimming a little, the sensation nothing that he wasn’t used to, only this time he knew it was not caused by fatigue but by the laced wine he had drunk, was still drinking. He felt warm in his bones and almost weightless as he walked on, humming lightly to himself.
At some point he knew Timaeus would expect him to calm down a little, take up some of the mantle of responsibility that the elder brother had struggled alone with in the years Sil had been gone, but he damn well wasn’t going to volunteer to do it. The younger Valaoritis didn’t consider himself cut out for such duty. He was not a great fighter or a strategist. He was much better at…socialising. First to arrive and last to leave, it was hardly his fault if the fun seemed to congregate around him, he mused. Tim was so serious. And he drank alone which Sil could have told him was way less enjoyable.
He lifted the wine to his mouth again, took a long pull. He wanted to be sure he wouldn’t dream, and drinking so he couldn’t see straight helped with that. Not always with the getting home part but he would deal.
He paused a moment, thinking he’d heard something over his tuneless humming, and turned in a circle. “Who’s there?’ His voice seemed loud in the quiet of the darkness but Silanos didn’t feel scared. He was too well-wrapped in the warmth of his poppy laced wine.
It had been good to catch up with old faces, old friends. In Taengea, Silanos had told himself he did not miss home. He had believed it for most of the time , the southern kingdom was easy to lose oneself in. More laid back than Colchis, he felt as if perhaps he’d have been better off growing up there rather than amongst the cliffs of his home. And then thinking about home had brought up memories he’d been doing his best to burn away so he’d drunk more wine and thrown himself into the arms of whatever willing woman he could find.
But now, as he sauntered out into the street, he realised he had missed Midas. There were friends he had forgotten about, and wine and women here too, and as the younger Valaoritis lord ambled his way through the city, he figured maybe it was not such a bad thing that he’d ended up back here.
Eubocris was a different story, with its walls of rock pressing in on him, but Midas..Midas had it’s good points. One of which was the man he’d found to provide those things hed become accustomed to whilst in Taengea, and it was him that Silanos had sought out earlier that night. Estevan kept to the same haunts to make it easy for his customers to find him, and the young lord had quickly proven himself wealthy enough to become a favourite of the gap-toothed man.
That night, he had offered Silanos a small lidded bowl filled with poppy straw, and the lord had slapped the coin into the mans hand with a grin before departing to meet up with friends in the taverna. As he drifted slowly towards the Valaoritas manor, he swigged from the flagon of wine he’d picked up on his way out, his meandering steps making little progress through the mostly quiet streets.
His head was swimming a little, the sensation nothing that he wasn’t used to, only this time he knew it was not caused by fatigue but by the laced wine he had drunk, was still drinking. He felt warm in his bones and almost weightless as he walked on, humming lightly to himself.
At some point he knew Timaeus would expect him to calm down a little, take up some of the mantle of responsibility that the elder brother had struggled alone with in the years Sil had been gone, but he damn well wasn’t going to volunteer to do it. The younger Valaoritis didn’t consider himself cut out for such duty. He was not a great fighter or a strategist. He was much better at…socialising. First to arrive and last to leave, it was hardly his fault if the fun seemed to congregate around him, he mused. Tim was so serious. And he drank alone which Sil could have told him was way less enjoyable.
He lifted the wine to his mouth again, took a long pull. He wanted to be sure he wouldn’t dream, and drinking so he couldn’t see straight helped with that. Not always with the getting home part but he would deal.
He paused a moment, thinking he’d heard something over his tuneless humming, and turned in a circle. “Who’s there?’ His voice seemed loud in the quiet of the darkness but Silanos didn’t feel scared. He was too well-wrapped in the warmth of his poppy laced wine.
Midas was one of his favorite cities in the entire world. It was not so beautiful as Vasiliadon and not so rich as Athenia, but there was something about it that he loved more than anything. Perhaps it was the fact that the whole thing was carved straight into a cliff and that, at night, when the candles were in the windows, the whole city was visible for miles and miles out at sea, glittering there in the darkness; a beacon to home. Not that this city was his home; he didn’t have a dwelling here. His true port of call was in the island chain of the Hydra’s Teeth, but as far as civilization went, this was where he preferred to go.
People here were not obtrusively friendly like they tended to be in Taengea. He didn’t love to be touched in the fashion that they tried to do. If he went to a tavern, chances were that hands would be clapping him on the shoulder or back by the end of the night just because the Taengean drunk men were handsy, for some reason. Athenia was too full of academics and people tended to be too wary and suspicious to be much fun. Colchis was a nice middle ground of sensible people who liked to let loose just a bit but not too much.
As with everything, though, there was always the odd man out. Lukos was a bit buzzed, having come from a tavern where he’d left Arktos and the rest of his crew to gamble and whore. It was a nice night and he wanted to walk while the streets were more or less deserted. Perhaps he’d meet pleasant company on his travels, but, instead, he saw Lord Silanos cross his path as he topped a set of stone steps and he couldn’t pass up the chance to say hello. After all, their last meeting had been so fun.
He said nothing as the young lord weaved his way along the flagstone street. For a little while, he followed Silanos easily enough. Even though he wore boots, a lifetime on the sea had made him light and quick on his feet. Having to walk a rolling ship in the midst of waves tended to give one a keen sense of balance. It was when he accidentally kicked a rock and sent it skittering that Silanos wised up to not being entirely alone.
The loud ‘Who’s there?’ drawled out in slurred, hard to understand speech made Lukos grin in the darkness.
“My lord,” he said smoothly. “Didn’t your mother tell you it’s dangerous to walk alone at night? The city is full of ne’er do wells and thieves. You’re lucky that I am the one who found you or else you could be in real danger.” By the time he stopped speaking, he was at Silanos’s shoulder, looking over at him and wondering if the kid had any gold on his person.
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Midas was one of his favorite cities in the entire world. It was not so beautiful as Vasiliadon and not so rich as Athenia, but there was something about it that he loved more than anything. Perhaps it was the fact that the whole thing was carved straight into a cliff and that, at night, when the candles were in the windows, the whole city was visible for miles and miles out at sea, glittering there in the darkness; a beacon to home. Not that this city was his home; he didn’t have a dwelling here. His true port of call was in the island chain of the Hydra’s Teeth, but as far as civilization went, this was where he preferred to go.
People here were not obtrusively friendly like they tended to be in Taengea. He didn’t love to be touched in the fashion that they tried to do. If he went to a tavern, chances were that hands would be clapping him on the shoulder or back by the end of the night just because the Taengean drunk men were handsy, for some reason. Athenia was too full of academics and people tended to be too wary and suspicious to be much fun. Colchis was a nice middle ground of sensible people who liked to let loose just a bit but not too much.
As with everything, though, there was always the odd man out. Lukos was a bit buzzed, having come from a tavern where he’d left Arktos and the rest of his crew to gamble and whore. It was a nice night and he wanted to walk while the streets were more or less deserted. Perhaps he’d meet pleasant company on his travels, but, instead, he saw Lord Silanos cross his path as he topped a set of stone steps and he couldn’t pass up the chance to say hello. After all, their last meeting had been so fun.
He said nothing as the young lord weaved his way along the flagstone street. For a little while, he followed Silanos easily enough. Even though he wore boots, a lifetime on the sea had made him light and quick on his feet. Having to walk a rolling ship in the midst of waves tended to give one a keen sense of balance. It was when he accidentally kicked a rock and sent it skittering that Silanos wised up to not being entirely alone.
The loud ‘Who’s there?’ drawled out in slurred, hard to understand speech made Lukos grin in the darkness.
“My lord,” he said smoothly. “Didn’t your mother tell you it’s dangerous to walk alone at night? The city is full of ne’er do wells and thieves. You’re lucky that I am the one who found you or else you could be in real danger.” By the time he stopped speaking, he was at Silanos’s shoulder, looking over at him and wondering if the kid had any gold on his person.
Midas was one of his favorite cities in the entire world. It was not so beautiful as Vasiliadon and not so rich as Athenia, but there was something about it that he loved more than anything. Perhaps it was the fact that the whole thing was carved straight into a cliff and that, at night, when the candles were in the windows, the whole city was visible for miles and miles out at sea, glittering there in the darkness; a beacon to home. Not that this city was his home; he didn’t have a dwelling here. His true port of call was in the island chain of the Hydra’s Teeth, but as far as civilization went, this was where he preferred to go.
People here were not obtrusively friendly like they tended to be in Taengea. He didn’t love to be touched in the fashion that they tried to do. If he went to a tavern, chances were that hands would be clapping him on the shoulder or back by the end of the night just because the Taengean drunk men were handsy, for some reason. Athenia was too full of academics and people tended to be too wary and suspicious to be much fun. Colchis was a nice middle ground of sensible people who liked to let loose just a bit but not too much.
As with everything, though, there was always the odd man out. Lukos was a bit buzzed, having come from a tavern where he’d left Arktos and the rest of his crew to gamble and whore. It was a nice night and he wanted to walk while the streets were more or less deserted. Perhaps he’d meet pleasant company on his travels, but, instead, he saw Lord Silanos cross his path as he topped a set of stone steps and he couldn’t pass up the chance to say hello. After all, their last meeting had been so fun.
He said nothing as the young lord weaved his way along the flagstone street. For a little while, he followed Silanos easily enough. Even though he wore boots, a lifetime on the sea had made him light and quick on his feet. Having to walk a rolling ship in the midst of waves tended to give one a keen sense of balance. It was when he accidentally kicked a rock and sent it skittering that Silanos wised up to not being entirely alone.
The loud ‘Who’s there?’ drawled out in slurred, hard to understand speech made Lukos grin in the darkness.
“My lord,” he said smoothly. “Didn’t your mother tell you it’s dangerous to walk alone at night? The city is full of ne’er do wells and thieves. You’re lucky that I am the one who found you or else you could be in real danger.” By the time he stopped speaking, he was at Silanos’s shoulder, looking over at him and wondering if the kid had any gold on his person.
Sil squinted into the shadows,and when he saw a figure emerge and walk toward him, his hand went to the short sword at his hip, though he hoped to all gods he wasn’t going to have to use it. He blinked, tried to focus a little better until the form drew closer and became vaguely familiar. Not necessarily familiar in a good way though.
The slaver….foggily, the lord reached for the man’s name, and with it the recollection of that tense exchange. Timaeus had been there then, the guards of the house only a shout away and Sil had not known what to make of the pirate. Still, Silanos was a good sight more relaxed than he had been that night at the docks, and so he turned to face Lukos with all the faux swagger a skinful of poppy-laced wine afforded him.
“Lucky? I think you have an overinflated impression of what you bring to an evening, Lucky would have been a lot prettier than you”
He looked Lukos up and down, eyes glassy. “Even I’ve not had that much I’m afraid.” Silanos laughed easily. The pirate was not nearly so intimidating as he remembered him, he decided. They were of a height, and though the slaver was broader, the young Valaoritis Lord felt brave.
“Though as you are here, I’ll pay you a couple of silvers to point me in the right direction of home.” the young man went on, waving an arm expansively toward the upper city. “Unless..” Here he blinked owlishly at the man. “You know anywhere where there is still something going on? The night is young, and yet the boring old curmudgeons of Midas turn to sleep already!” Silanos had raised his voice a little, and turned in a circle, almost sloshing wine over Lukos, and as he realised, he pressed the wineskin into the man’s hand.
“Here, fellow. Drink”
He ambled on a few steps then, though there was little direction to his wanderings, and after a moment he’d spun to look back at Lukos “See, I think you are the lucky one. That’s bloody good wine. And I am great company. Ask anyone. ‘Cept my brother because he has no time for fun, and only cares for work. But that is where I think your lot have a better balance...work and fun.” He counted them off on his fingers. “There should be both I think”
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Sil squinted into the shadows,and when he saw a figure emerge and walk toward him, his hand went to the short sword at his hip, though he hoped to all gods he wasn’t going to have to use it. He blinked, tried to focus a little better until the form drew closer and became vaguely familiar. Not necessarily familiar in a good way though.
The slaver….foggily, the lord reached for the man’s name, and with it the recollection of that tense exchange. Timaeus had been there then, the guards of the house only a shout away and Sil had not known what to make of the pirate. Still, Silanos was a good sight more relaxed than he had been that night at the docks, and so he turned to face Lukos with all the faux swagger a skinful of poppy-laced wine afforded him.
“Lucky? I think you have an overinflated impression of what you bring to an evening, Lucky would have been a lot prettier than you”
He looked Lukos up and down, eyes glassy. “Even I’ve not had that much I’m afraid.” Silanos laughed easily. The pirate was not nearly so intimidating as he remembered him, he decided. They were of a height, and though the slaver was broader, the young Valaoritis Lord felt brave.
“Though as you are here, I’ll pay you a couple of silvers to point me in the right direction of home.” the young man went on, waving an arm expansively toward the upper city. “Unless..” Here he blinked owlishly at the man. “You know anywhere where there is still something going on? The night is young, and yet the boring old curmudgeons of Midas turn to sleep already!” Silanos had raised his voice a little, and turned in a circle, almost sloshing wine over Lukos, and as he realised, he pressed the wineskin into the man’s hand.
“Here, fellow. Drink”
He ambled on a few steps then, though there was little direction to his wanderings, and after a moment he’d spun to look back at Lukos “See, I think you are the lucky one. That’s bloody good wine. And I am great company. Ask anyone. ‘Cept my brother because he has no time for fun, and only cares for work. But that is where I think your lot have a better balance...work and fun.” He counted them off on his fingers. “There should be both I think”
Sil squinted into the shadows,and when he saw a figure emerge and walk toward him, his hand went to the short sword at his hip, though he hoped to all gods he wasn’t going to have to use it. He blinked, tried to focus a little better until the form drew closer and became vaguely familiar. Not necessarily familiar in a good way though.
The slaver….foggily, the lord reached for the man’s name, and with it the recollection of that tense exchange. Timaeus had been there then, the guards of the house only a shout away and Sil had not known what to make of the pirate. Still, Silanos was a good sight more relaxed than he had been that night at the docks, and so he turned to face Lukos with all the faux swagger a skinful of poppy-laced wine afforded him.
“Lucky? I think you have an overinflated impression of what you bring to an evening, Lucky would have been a lot prettier than you”
He looked Lukos up and down, eyes glassy. “Even I’ve not had that much I’m afraid.” Silanos laughed easily. The pirate was not nearly so intimidating as he remembered him, he decided. They were of a height, and though the slaver was broader, the young Valaoritis Lord felt brave.
“Though as you are here, I’ll pay you a couple of silvers to point me in the right direction of home.” the young man went on, waving an arm expansively toward the upper city. “Unless..” Here he blinked owlishly at the man. “You know anywhere where there is still something going on? The night is young, and yet the boring old curmudgeons of Midas turn to sleep already!” Silanos had raised his voice a little, and turned in a circle, almost sloshing wine over Lukos, and as he realised, he pressed the wineskin into the man’s hand.
“Here, fellow. Drink”
He ambled on a few steps then, though there was little direction to his wanderings, and after a moment he’d spun to look back at Lukos “See, I think you are the lucky one. That’s bloody good wine. And I am great company. Ask anyone. ‘Cept my brother because he has no time for fun, and only cares for work. But that is where I think your lot have a better balance...work and fun.” He counted them off on his fingers. “There should be both I think”
Lukos raised his eyebrows at Silanos, smiling in amusement as the young lord attempted to insult him and then ended up laughing at his own jokes. He was on the point of giving the kid a pat on the back and directing him to the nearest stairs, potentially to watch Silanos walk and then stumble down them. That’d be quite a sight. The lord would make the first step, miss the second, and then down he’d go - Mr. Tippy Tumbles. His body would roll and bounce and he’d land in a heap, injured or dead, at the bottom. Ah well.
The fantasy ended when Silanos offered to pay him a few silvers to, instead, direct him home. Easiest money Lukos would make all day. “Absolutely,” he did not take Silanos near the stairs. Instead, he turned them both around to take them a completely different direction. Who knew where Silanos was going but he wasn’t going to end up at home if they went that way.
This kid was way, way too drunk, but it was hilarious. Being sober, and inclined to laugh at this, Lukos let go as soon as Silanos started waving his arms. “Somewhere else?” he asked in amusement. “Will you be able to stand when we’re done drinking? I’m not carrying you up all those fucking stairs. That’d be for gold, not silver.” He laughed and clapped when Silanos’s voice rose and he accepted the wine when it sloshed over at him.
He took a long drink of the wine and didn’t bother to hand it back to Silanos. “You know what? I am lucky. And you’re right. This is good wine, which I think it would be best for me to hang onto for you. Your steps are a little unsteady. Here, come on. I know where the best whore in all of Midas is and you will be singing my praises once her mouth is on your cock. Amazing suction, that one. Here, this way, come on….no, no, that’s a statue. Come on.”
He tugged easily on Silanos, directing him back down the stairs. If this night was to end in fun, fun they would have. This time, when they approached the stairs that he’d been fantasizing Silanos dying on, he was actually very careful to ensure that Silanos had no missteps whatsoever. He’d taken the young lord’s arm and put it around his neck, with his arm around the other’s back, supporting him under his arms, making to that he was half carrying the man down the precarious stone steps.
“Lord Timaeus did seem over cautious,” Lukos observed as they went along. “But not you. You’re too clever to let life pass you by like that, I suppose? What’s a life worth living if you don’t risk a bit every now and then?”
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Lukos raised his eyebrows at Silanos, smiling in amusement as the young lord attempted to insult him and then ended up laughing at his own jokes. He was on the point of giving the kid a pat on the back and directing him to the nearest stairs, potentially to watch Silanos walk and then stumble down them. That’d be quite a sight. The lord would make the first step, miss the second, and then down he’d go - Mr. Tippy Tumbles. His body would roll and bounce and he’d land in a heap, injured or dead, at the bottom. Ah well.
The fantasy ended when Silanos offered to pay him a few silvers to, instead, direct him home. Easiest money Lukos would make all day. “Absolutely,” he did not take Silanos near the stairs. Instead, he turned them both around to take them a completely different direction. Who knew where Silanos was going but he wasn’t going to end up at home if they went that way.
This kid was way, way too drunk, but it was hilarious. Being sober, and inclined to laugh at this, Lukos let go as soon as Silanos started waving his arms. “Somewhere else?” he asked in amusement. “Will you be able to stand when we’re done drinking? I’m not carrying you up all those fucking stairs. That’d be for gold, not silver.” He laughed and clapped when Silanos’s voice rose and he accepted the wine when it sloshed over at him.
He took a long drink of the wine and didn’t bother to hand it back to Silanos. “You know what? I am lucky. And you’re right. This is good wine, which I think it would be best for me to hang onto for you. Your steps are a little unsteady. Here, come on. I know where the best whore in all of Midas is and you will be singing my praises once her mouth is on your cock. Amazing suction, that one. Here, this way, come on….no, no, that’s a statue. Come on.”
He tugged easily on Silanos, directing him back down the stairs. If this night was to end in fun, fun they would have. This time, when they approached the stairs that he’d been fantasizing Silanos dying on, he was actually very careful to ensure that Silanos had no missteps whatsoever. He’d taken the young lord’s arm and put it around his neck, with his arm around the other’s back, supporting him under his arms, making to that he was half carrying the man down the precarious stone steps.
“Lord Timaeus did seem over cautious,” Lukos observed as they went along. “But not you. You’re too clever to let life pass you by like that, I suppose? What’s a life worth living if you don’t risk a bit every now and then?”
Lukos raised his eyebrows at Silanos, smiling in amusement as the young lord attempted to insult him and then ended up laughing at his own jokes. He was on the point of giving the kid a pat on the back and directing him to the nearest stairs, potentially to watch Silanos walk and then stumble down them. That’d be quite a sight. The lord would make the first step, miss the second, and then down he’d go - Mr. Tippy Tumbles. His body would roll and bounce and he’d land in a heap, injured or dead, at the bottom. Ah well.
The fantasy ended when Silanos offered to pay him a few silvers to, instead, direct him home. Easiest money Lukos would make all day. “Absolutely,” he did not take Silanos near the stairs. Instead, he turned them both around to take them a completely different direction. Who knew where Silanos was going but he wasn’t going to end up at home if they went that way.
This kid was way, way too drunk, but it was hilarious. Being sober, and inclined to laugh at this, Lukos let go as soon as Silanos started waving his arms. “Somewhere else?” he asked in amusement. “Will you be able to stand when we’re done drinking? I’m not carrying you up all those fucking stairs. That’d be for gold, not silver.” He laughed and clapped when Silanos’s voice rose and he accepted the wine when it sloshed over at him.
He took a long drink of the wine and didn’t bother to hand it back to Silanos. “You know what? I am lucky. And you’re right. This is good wine, which I think it would be best for me to hang onto for you. Your steps are a little unsteady. Here, come on. I know where the best whore in all of Midas is and you will be singing my praises once her mouth is on your cock. Amazing suction, that one. Here, this way, come on….no, no, that’s a statue. Come on.”
He tugged easily on Silanos, directing him back down the stairs. If this night was to end in fun, fun they would have. This time, when they approached the stairs that he’d been fantasizing Silanos dying on, he was actually very careful to ensure that Silanos had no missteps whatsoever. He’d taken the young lord’s arm and put it around his neck, with his arm around the other’s back, supporting him under his arms, making to that he was half carrying the man down the precarious stone steps.
“Lord Timaeus did seem over cautious,” Lukos observed as they went along. “But not you. You’re too clever to let life pass you by like that, I suppose? What’s a life worth living if you don’t risk a bit every now and then?”
Oblivious to the darker thoughts that his pirate acquaintance was having, Silanos was trying to orientate himself. For some reason his progress towards the upper city had been painfully slow, and now he squinted as he realised he wasn’t sure whether he had come this way already.
Still, that’s what mercenary pirate friends were for, he decided, giving a satisfied nod as Lukos agreed to be his guide. Escort. What the fuck ever he needed to get home. Or even better, not home! The night was still young after all, with many hours until dawn.
The Lord looked at the pirate in outrage as it was suggested he could not hold his drink. Never mind that his legs did feel kind of rubbery, and he was quite sure he was floating above the ground rather than walking on it.
“Gold, silver, whatever” he muttered. “I don’t need carrying”. The surliness did not last though, as Lukos appeared to come up with a reasonable diversion. He didn’t seem overly vexed by the loss of the wine either, having had more than enough to see him generous enough to share it with such undesirables in the first place. He trundled haphazardly in entirely the wrong direction,
Sil was loose-limbed, and it was easy enough for Lukos to manipulate him into a supportive step defying position so the pair made it down without hazard, and the Lord turned eyes that were a vast expanse of blue with only pinprick pupils towards Lukos as the man offered up some companionable small-talk.
Sil nodded sagely “Timaeus wears his responsibilities like a medal which he’ll polish all day and then insist on pointing out how heavy a burden it is” he counselled, “..and he makes out like he’s perfection personified but he’s not as clever as he thinks. He drinks you know? But on his own like some sad case. Missing the point entirely.”
And he shook his head, lifting a finger to correct Lukos’ assumptions . “I’ve seen it snuffed out just like that” He snapped his fingers sloppily “So no point presuming you’ve got forever to get the best blow job in Midas. Where are we going by the way?”
It had been a while since Sil had been in Midas properly and he supposed things might have changed since he had left. He eyed Lukos as shrewdly as he was able - which was not very given his state of inebriation- but decided that the man looked like he knew his way around a whore or two and so he would trust his judgement.
As the pair reached the bottom of the carefully navigated steps, Silanos slipped away from his support, stumbled a little before righting himself as if it had never happened. His steps were weaving, but otherwise the Lord seemed to hold his balance fairly well all things considering. He did not seem to have such success in measuring his tone, which was loud in the relative stillness of the hour as he turned to Lukos “And how is business, good sir?
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Oblivious to the darker thoughts that his pirate acquaintance was having, Silanos was trying to orientate himself. For some reason his progress towards the upper city had been painfully slow, and now he squinted as he realised he wasn’t sure whether he had come this way already.
Still, that’s what mercenary pirate friends were for, he decided, giving a satisfied nod as Lukos agreed to be his guide. Escort. What the fuck ever he needed to get home. Or even better, not home! The night was still young after all, with many hours until dawn.
The Lord looked at the pirate in outrage as it was suggested he could not hold his drink. Never mind that his legs did feel kind of rubbery, and he was quite sure he was floating above the ground rather than walking on it.
“Gold, silver, whatever” he muttered. “I don’t need carrying”. The surliness did not last though, as Lukos appeared to come up with a reasonable diversion. He didn’t seem overly vexed by the loss of the wine either, having had more than enough to see him generous enough to share it with such undesirables in the first place. He trundled haphazardly in entirely the wrong direction,
Sil was loose-limbed, and it was easy enough for Lukos to manipulate him into a supportive step defying position so the pair made it down without hazard, and the Lord turned eyes that were a vast expanse of blue with only pinprick pupils towards Lukos as the man offered up some companionable small-talk.
Sil nodded sagely “Timaeus wears his responsibilities like a medal which he’ll polish all day and then insist on pointing out how heavy a burden it is” he counselled, “..and he makes out like he’s perfection personified but he’s not as clever as he thinks. He drinks you know? But on his own like some sad case. Missing the point entirely.”
And he shook his head, lifting a finger to correct Lukos’ assumptions . “I’ve seen it snuffed out just like that” He snapped his fingers sloppily “So no point presuming you’ve got forever to get the best blow job in Midas. Where are we going by the way?”
It had been a while since Sil had been in Midas properly and he supposed things might have changed since he had left. He eyed Lukos as shrewdly as he was able - which was not very given his state of inebriation- but decided that the man looked like he knew his way around a whore or two and so he would trust his judgement.
As the pair reached the bottom of the carefully navigated steps, Silanos slipped away from his support, stumbled a little before righting himself as if it had never happened. His steps were weaving, but otherwise the Lord seemed to hold his balance fairly well all things considering. He did not seem to have such success in measuring his tone, which was loud in the relative stillness of the hour as he turned to Lukos “And how is business, good sir?
Oblivious to the darker thoughts that his pirate acquaintance was having, Silanos was trying to orientate himself. For some reason his progress towards the upper city had been painfully slow, and now he squinted as he realised he wasn’t sure whether he had come this way already.
Still, that’s what mercenary pirate friends were for, he decided, giving a satisfied nod as Lukos agreed to be his guide. Escort. What the fuck ever he needed to get home. Or even better, not home! The night was still young after all, with many hours until dawn.
The Lord looked at the pirate in outrage as it was suggested he could not hold his drink. Never mind that his legs did feel kind of rubbery, and he was quite sure he was floating above the ground rather than walking on it.
“Gold, silver, whatever” he muttered. “I don’t need carrying”. The surliness did not last though, as Lukos appeared to come up with a reasonable diversion. He didn’t seem overly vexed by the loss of the wine either, having had more than enough to see him generous enough to share it with such undesirables in the first place. He trundled haphazardly in entirely the wrong direction,
Sil was loose-limbed, and it was easy enough for Lukos to manipulate him into a supportive step defying position so the pair made it down without hazard, and the Lord turned eyes that were a vast expanse of blue with only pinprick pupils towards Lukos as the man offered up some companionable small-talk.
Sil nodded sagely “Timaeus wears his responsibilities like a medal which he’ll polish all day and then insist on pointing out how heavy a burden it is” he counselled, “..and he makes out like he’s perfection personified but he’s not as clever as he thinks. He drinks you know? But on his own like some sad case. Missing the point entirely.”
And he shook his head, lifting a finger to correct Lukos’ assumptions . “I’ve seen it snuffed out just like that” He snapped his fingers sloppily “So no point presuming you’ve got forever to get the best blow job in Midas. Where are we going by the way?”
It had been a while since Sil had been in Midas properly and he supposed things might have changed since he had left. He eyed Lukos as shrewdly as he was able - which was not very given his state of inebriation- but decided that the man looked like he knew his way around a whore or two and so he would trust his judgement.
As the pair reached the bottom of the carefully navigated steps, Silanos slipped away from his support, stumbled a little before righting himself as if it had never happened. His steps were weaving, but otherwise the Lord seemed to hold his balance fairly well all things considering. He did not seem to have such success in measuring his tone, which was loud in the relative stillness of the hour as he turned to Lukos “And how is business, good sir?
He didn't interrupt Silanos as the other slurred his way through sentences that were sometimes understandable and sometimes not. Mostly Lukos let the kid talk, nodding along placidly and taking a swig of the wine from time to time. Silanos was drunk enough for them both and he didn't intend to lose his wits the same way this care free rich boy looked to be doing. When asked where they were going, Lukos told him the name of the brothel but he was pretty sure that anything he was saying wasn't being retained.
They wandered through the streets at Silanos's pace, rather than his own. He was still in full command of his faculties, which ended up being a good thing. He took a more round about way through the city than he really needed to, mostly because he didn't feel like having Silanos wake the entire town with his shouting. He did need the kid for a couple things though and having him just a touch more sober would help.
"It's great," he said easily. "Just sold a real pretty girl to one of those country bumpkin lords. Offloaded some men to the mines. I've got a bit of coin to toss. What say you we gamble a little bit? Have a girl on your lap while we game? How's that sound?"
They were nearly to the door of the brothel. Silanos could be as loud as he liked now. There were no houses around here; only other drunkards, up to no good and foolishness. One of the whores pried herself away from the shadows and came up to Lukos and Silanos. "What do you have here, captain?" She asked, draping an arm on Silanos. "Lord Silanos," he said and patted the young lord on the shoulder. "He wanted prettier company than me." "Don't we all?" The whore laughed and Lukos grinned, still eyeing Silanos. How far could he push this kid...
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He didn't interrupt Silanos as the other slurred his way through sentences that were sometimes understandable and sometimes not. Mostly Lukos let the kid talk, nodding along placidly and taking a swig of the wine from time to time. Silanos was drunk enough for them both and he didn't intend to lose his wits the same way this care free rich boy looked to be doing. When asked where they were going, Lukos told him the name of the brothel but he was pretty sure that anything he was saying wasn't being retained.
They wandered through the streets at Silanos's pace, rather than his own. He was still in full command of his faculties, which ended up being a good thing. He took a more round about way through the city than he really needed to, mostly because he didn't feel like having Silanos wake the entire town with his shouting. He did need the kid for a couple things though and having him just a touch more sober would help.
"It's great," he said easily. "Just sold a real pretty girl to one of those country bumpkin lords. Offloaded some men to the mines. I've got a bit of coin to toss. What say you we gamble a little bit? Have a girl on your lap while we game? How's that sound?"
They were nearly to the door of the brothel. Silanos could be as loud as he liked now. There were no houses around here; only other drunkards, up to no good and foolishness. One of the whores pried herself away from the shadows and came up to Lukos and Silanos. "What do you have here, captain?" She asked, draping an arm on Silanos. "Lord Silanos," he said and patted the young lord on the shoulder. "He wanted prettier company than me." "Don't we all?" The whore laughed and Lukos grinned, still eyeing Silanos. How far could he push this kid...
He didn't interrupt Silanos as the other slurred his way through sentences that were sometimes understandable and sometimes not. Mostly Lukos let the kid talk, nodding along placidly and taking a swig of the wine from time to time. Silanos was drunk enough for them both and he didn't intend to lose his wits the same way this care free rich boy looked to be doing. When asked where they were going, Lukos told him the name of the brothel but he was pretty sure that anything he was saying wasn't being retained.
They wandered through the streets at Silanos's pace, rather than his own. He was still in full command of his faculties, which ended up being a good thing. He took a more round about way through the city than he really needed to, mostly because he didn't feel like having Silanos wake the entire town with his shouting. He did need the kid for a couple things though and having him just a touch more sober would help.
"It's great," he said easily. "Just sold a real pretty girl to one of those country bumpkin lords. Offloaded some men to the mines. I've got a bit of coin to toss. What say you we gamble a little bit? Have a girl on your lap while we game? How's that sound?"
They were nearly to the door of the brothel. Silanos could be as loud as he liked now. There were no houses around here; only other drunkards, up to no good and foolishness. One of the whores pried herself away from the shadows and came up to Lukos and Silanos. "What do you have here, captain?" She asked, draping an arm on Silanos. "Lord Silanos," he said and patted the young lord on the shoulder. "He wanted prettier company than me." "Don't we all?" The whore laughed and Lukos grinned, still eyeing Silanos. How far could he push this kid...
Silanos did not seem to notice the roundabout route they were taking. Rather he had just nodded absently when Lukos had reeled off the name of some whorehouse and then shambled onwards. He was not in the mind to sober up, but he seemed to have misplaced his wine and the cool night air did start to eat away at the pleasant bubble of intoxication he had created for himself.
Still, his eyes were a little slow to focus when he looked over at Lukos, swerving to avoid an ill-placed wall that he was certain had not been there a moment ago.
He waved a dismissive hand at Lukos’ tales of his work, it was not like he had any real interest in the answer anyway. Why would he care how a low born good for nothing made his money? The novelty of it, the story it would make carousing with the man, that was what appealed to Sil, who alwayd liked to cause a stir if he were able.
“ Gambling?” He parroted, clutching onto the man’s shoulder to steady himself. “ I LOVE to gamble. It’s like you know me, Lukos of Magnemena. You point me at the game and I’ll show you how it’s done” Silanos boasted. It was the truth that he had spent his fair share of time around the table when in Taengea, and confidence was never a thing that the younger Lord Valaoritis had lacked, so he was pleased with this suggestion.
And more than amenable to the whore who draped an arm around him as they arrived at the door to… wherever Lukos has brought him. He turned a little to look the woman over, and gave a wink as she looked right back.
“ Then it appears you are in luck, sweetheart, because I am much better looking and much better bred than your Captain here” he nodded toward Lukos and raised eyebrows at the man.
“What are we waiting for? You promised much, man, I hope this night delivers”
And with that, he ambled forward with his arm round the woman who had met them at the door, calling out for wine to replace that which he’d lost somewhere along the way. He patted down his clothes to check he still had that little tin with the poppy straw in, that would ease things along nicely, and leaned in to whisper into the whore’s ear. “Is it cruel to take money off a man who you know has less than you? Or just survival of the fittest?” Though even through his drunkeness Silanos realised that seeking moral counsel from a whore was maybe not his best idea. Never mind. Besides, he had not forgotten the hike in price Lukos had demanded for those slaves before Timaeus had stepped in. So no, Sil decided, he would not feel bad.
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Silanos did not seem to notice the roundabout route they were taking. Rather he had just nodded absently when Lukos had reeled off the name of some whorehouse and then shambled onwards. He was not in the mind to sober up, but he seemed to have misplaced his wine and the cool night air did start to eat away at the pleasant bubble of intoxication he had created for himself.
Still, his eyes were a little slow to focus when he looked over at Lukos, swerving to avoid an ill-placed wall that he was certain had not been there a moment ago.
He waved a dismissive hand at Lukos’ tales of his work, it was not like he had any real interest in the answer anyway. Why would he care how a low born good for nothing made his money? The novelty of it, the story it would make carousing with the man, that was what appealed to Sil, who alwayd liked to cause a stir if he were able.
“ Gambling?” He parroted, clutching onto the man’s shoulder to steady himself. “ I LOVE to gamble. It’s like you know me, Lukos of Magnemena. You point me at the game and I’ll show you how it’s done” Silanos boasted. It was the truth that he had spent his fair share of time around the table when in Taengea, and confidence was never a thing that the younger Lord Valaoritis had lacked, so he was pleased with this suggestion.
And more than amenable to the whore who draped an arm around him as they arrived at the door to… wherever Lukos has brought him. He turned a little to look the woman over, and gave a wink as she looked right back.
“ Then it appears you are in luck, sweetheart, because I am much better looking and much better bred than your Captain here” he nodded toward Lukos and raised eyebrows at the man.
“What are we waiting for? You promised much, man, I hope this night delivers”
And with that, he ambled forward with his arm round the woman who had met them at the door, calling out for wine to replace that which he’d lost somewhere along the way. He patted down his clothes to check he still had that little tin with the poppy straw in, that would ease things along nicely, and leaned in to whisper into the whore’s ear. “Is it cruel to take money off a man who you know has less than you? Or just survival of the fittest?” Though even through his drunkeness Silanos realised that seeking moral counsel from a whore was maybe not his best idea. Never mind. Besides, he had not forgotten the hike in price Lukos had demanded for those slaves before Timaeus had stepped in. So no, Sil decided, he would not feel bad.
Silanos did not seem to notice the roundabout route they were taking. Rather he had just nodded absently when Lukos had reeled off the name of some whorehouse and then shambled onwards. He was not in the mind to sober up, but he seemed to have misplaced his wine and the cool night air did start to eat away at the pleasant bubble of intoxication he had created for himself.
Still, his eyes were a little slow to focus when he looked over at Lukos, swerving to avoid an ill-placed wall that he was certain had not been there a moment ago.
He waved a dismissive hand at Lukos’ tales of his work, it was not like he had any real interest in the answer anyway. Why would he care how a low born good for nothing made his money? The novelty of it, the story it would make carousing with the man, that was what appealed to Sil, who alwayd liked to cause a stir if he were able.
“ Gambling?” He parroted, clutching onto the man’s shoulder to steady himself. “ I LOVE to gamble. It’s like you know me, Lukos of Magnemena. You point me at the game and I’ll show you how it’s done” Silanos boasted. It was the truth that he had spent his fair share of time around the table when in Taengea, and confidence was never a thing that the younger Lord Valaoritis had lacked, so he was pleased with this suggestion.
And more than amenable to the whore who draped an arm around him as they arrived at the door to… wherever Lukos has brought him. He turned a little to look the woman over, and gave a wink as she looked right back.
“ Then it appears you are in luck, sweetheart, because I am much better looking and much better bred than your Captain here” he nodded toward Lukos and raised eyebrows at the man.
“What are we waiting for? You promised much, man, I hope this night delivers”
And with that, he ambled forward with his arm round the woman who had met them at the door, calling out for wine to replace that which he’d lost somewhere along the way. He patted down his clothes to check he still had that little tin with the poppy straw in, that would ease things along nicely, and leaned in to whisper into the whore’s ear. “Is it cruel to take money off a man who you know has less than you? Or just survival of the fittest?” Though even through his drunkeness Silanos realised that seeking moral counsel from a whore was maybe not his best idea. Never mind. Besides, he had not forgotten the hike in price Lukos had demanded for those slaves before Timaeus had stepped in. So no, Sil decided, he would not feel bad.
The night had fared well for Saro, the extreme heat of Egypt all those months ago was replaced by the cooler weather of Colchis, much to his relief. As well the arms of the beautiful Egyptian woman he had been courting had been replaced by those of an almost equally as beautiful whore, and many before this one as well. Saro was insatiable when it came to the finer things in life, which included sex, alcohol and money. Finished with this particular woman for the moment, he paid her the owed money and sent her off, taking a drink from the cup of wine that sat on the table near the bed before he pulled his pants on over his naked form. Once dressed he finished off his wine, humming as he made his way from the back room where he had been previously occupied for the past couple hours. He made it to the main room where the bar was located, scanning the faces there. It was busy that night, men choosing their whores and others sitting at tables to gamble, even fewer choosing to only partake in the alcohol available.
His eyes landed on a particularly interesting sight, what seemed to be a very intoxicated man with a whore on his arm, and another man who seemed to be following him, watching. The one who watched was far too under dressed to be any sort of guard, Saro had seen it a million times, those with money hiring other men to fight for them. This did not seem to be the case. And yet he did not think them friends out for a night together either, one seemingly far less intoxicated than the other.
He kept his eyes on them as he headed for the bar, ordering himself another drink, he left the coin on the bar for the server before he weaved his way through the crowd over to the two men who had caught his interest. “It seems I have found the only two other patrons in this place who aren’t older than the sea herself.” He said as a way of greeting, a charming smile on his face. As usual he was adorned in all sorts of various precious metals and jewels in the forms of necklaces and rings, his own un-subtle method of showing off his riches and bragging of his conquests.
“Allow me to buy you both a drink. I sense a sorrowful lack of wine amongst you.” He offered, knowing the small amount of coin he would need to spend to butter the two of them up could potentially be worth it in the end. The drunk one seemed important, the way he looked and the way he dressed. Saro had seen noblemen before, from all over the world, and this man practically screamed that he saw himself as more important than anyone else in there. The other man, he couldn’t quite place. He didn’t seem to be close to this drunk noble, and he did not seem to be noble himself. He wondered if perhaps he were a man who sought to take advantage of the drunkard, much as he himself did.
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The night had fared well for Saro, the extreme heat of Egypt all those months ago was replaced by the cooler weather of Colchis, much to his relief. As well the arms of the beautiful Egyptian woman he had been courting had been replaced by those of an almost equally as beautiful whore, and many before this one as well. Saro was insatiable when it came to the finer things in life, which included sex, alcohol and money. Finished with this particular woman for the moment, he paid her the owed money and sent her off, taking a drink from the cup of wine that sat on the table near the bed before he pulled his pants on over his naked form. Once dressed he finished off his wine, humming as he made his way from the back room where he had been previously occupied for the past couple hours. He made it to the main room where the bar was located, scanning the faces there. It was busy that night, men choosing their whores and others sitting at tables to gamble, even fewer choosing to only partake in the alcohol available.
His eyes landed on a particularly interesting sight, what seemed to be a very intoxicated man with a whore on his arm, and another man who seemed to be following him, watching. The one who watched was far too under dressed to be any sort of guard, Saro had seen it a million times, those with money hiring other men to fight for them. This did not seem to be the case. And yet he did not think them friends out for a night together either, one seemingly far less intoxicated than the other.
He kept his eyes on them as he headed for the bar, ordering himself another drink, he left the coin on the bar for the server before he weaved his way through the crowd over to the two men who had caught his interest. “It seems I have found the only two other patrons in this place who aren’t older than the sea herself.” He said as a way of greeting, a charming smile on his face. As usual he was adorned in all sorts of various precious metals and jewels in the forms of necklaces and rings, his own un-subtle method of showing off his riches and bragging of his conquests.
“Allow me to buy you both a drink. I sense a sorrowful lack of wine amongst you.” He offered, knowing the small amount of coin he would need to spend to butter the two of them up could potentially be worth it in the end. The drunk one seemed important, the way he looked and the way he dressed. Saro had seen noblemen before, from all over the world, and this man practically screamed that he saw himself as more important than anyone else in there. The other man, he couldn’t quite place. He didn’t seem to be close to this drunk noble, and he did not seem to be noble himself. He wondered if perhaps he were a man who sought to take advantage of the drunkard, much as he himself did.
The night had fared well for Saro, the extreme heat of Egypt all those months ago was replaced by the cooler weather of Colchis, much to his relief. As well the arms of the beautiful Egyptian woman he had been courting had been replaced by those of an almost equally as beautiful whore, and many before this one as well. Saro was insatiable when it came to the finer things in life, which included sex, alcohol and money. Finished with this particular woman for the moment, he paid her the owed money and sent her off, taking a drink from the cup of wine that sat on the table near the bed before he pulled his pants on over his naked form. Once dressed he finished off his wine, humming as he made his way from the back room where he had been previously occupied for the past couple hours. He made it to the main room where the bar was located, scanning the faces there. It was busy that night, men choosing their whores and others sitting at tables to gamble, even fewer choosing to only partake in the alcohol available.
His eyes landed on a particularly interesting sight, what seemed to be a very intoxicated man with a whore on his arm, and another man who seemed to be following him, watching. The one who watched was far too under dressed to be any sort of guard, Saro had seen it a million times, those with money hiring other men to fight for them. This did not seem to be the case. And yet he did not think them friends out for a night together either, one seemingly far less intoxicated than the other.
He kept his eyes on them as he headed for the bar, ordering himself another drink, he left the coin on the bar for the server before he weaved his way through the crowd over to the two men who had caught his interest. “It seems I have found the only two other patrons in this place who aren’t older than the sea herself.” He said as a way of greeting, a charming smile on his face. As usual he was adorned in all sorts of various precious metals and jewels in the forms of necklaces and rings, his own un-subtle method of showing off his riches and bragging of his conquests.
“Allow me to buy you both a drink. I sense a sorrowful lack of wine amongst you.” He offered, knowing the small amount of coin he would need to spend to butter the two of them up could potentially be worth it in the end. The drunk one seemed important, the way he looked and the way he dressed. Saro had seen noblemen before, from all over the world, and this man practically screamed that he saw himself as more important than anyone else in there. The other man, he couldn’t quite place. He didn’t seem to be close to this drunk noble, and he did not seem to be noble himself. He wondered if perhaps he were a man who sought to take advantage of the drunkard, much as he himself did.
Athanasia pranced down the street, a skip in her step. Coins jangled from the pouch at her belt, coins that would be given to a group of street urchins before she went back to the palace. She'd met the children a few months ago when she had saved one of them from being flogged by a merchant who had caught him stealing an apple. Because she looked like a youth herself while dressed as a boy, the princess had been accused of being one of them until she paid for the piece of fruit.
After a bit of coaxing in the form of food bought from a market stand, the lad had told her about the group and led her to the abandoned building they camped out in. There had been seven of them then, both boys and girls from the age of four to the age of thirteen. Some were orphans, some had been thrown out of their houses by their parents, and some had barely escaped being sold into slavery. Athanasia had felt sorry for them and had promised them that she would help them as much as she could.
All of her winnings from gambling and the coins that she received from performing acrobatics and juggling on the streets and in taverns went to those children. She had the means to set them up in a nice house and provide well for them, but she didn't think they would trust her if they knew who she really was. And so, in her guise as the boy Kassandros, she used 'his' earnings instead.
Tonight … the first evening she had been able to sneak away for weeks ... had been quite lucrative. Anthanasia had gone to one of her favorite taverns, and had entertained by tumbling and juggling. She had been dared to juggle full wineskins without spilling a drop, and she had been paid well for her success. She had used part of that money to engage in some games of skill and chance, and had won more than she lost.
Now she was heading to the children's hideaway to give them the coins before making the long trek back to the palace. As usual, when pretending to be Kassandros, she wore a short tunic that was belted below her waist to make it look thicker and less feminine.
Beneath it she wore a perizoma with a rolled up cloth sewn into the front to give her a masculine bulge between her legs. She had bound her strophion tightly around her small breasts so that her chest appeared flat. Her long tresses had been pulled back into a ponytail and wrapped completely with strips of leather. In the dim light of the moon, her hair looked darker than it really was.
She was halfway to the hideout when she heard footsteps behind her. Glancing back, she saw two of the men she had won money from at the tavern. Were they just walking in the same direction or were they following her, hoping to reclaim what they had lost by taking it by force? Athanasia turned a corner and sensed that they were behind her. Her steps quickened and so did theirs. Yes, they were definitely pursuing her. Somehow she had to lose them.
There was a brothel up ahead. The princess had never been inside one before, but there was a first time for everything. She plunged through the open doorway and tried to lose herself among the patrons and whores, but the men were still behind her. Thinking quickly, she walked up to a group of three fellows who were speaking together. “There you are!” Athanasia said in the deep tone of voice she used while in disguise as a boy. “I hope you haven't been waiting for me long.”
Her stalkers, seeing that they were outnumbered, turned and walked out.
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Athanasia pranced down the street, a skip in her step. Coins jangled from the pouch at her belt, coins that would be given to a group of street urchins before she went back to the palace. She'd met the children a few months ago when she had saved one of them from being flogged by a merchant who had caught him stealing an apple. Because she looked like a youth herself while dressed as a boy, the princess had been accused of being one of them until she paid for the piece of fruit.
After a bit of coaxing in the form of food bought from a market stand, the lad had told her about the group and led her to the abandoned building they camped out in. There had been seven of them then, both boys and girls from the age of four to the age of thirteen. Some were orphans, some had been thrown out of their houses by their parents, and some had barely escaped being sold into slavery. Athanasia had felt sorry for them and had promised them that she would help them as much as she could.
All of her winnings from gambling and the coins that she received from performing acrobatics and juggling on the streets and in taverns went to those children. She had the means to set them up in a nice house and provide well for them, but she didn't think they would trust her if they knew who she really was. And so, in her guise as the boy Kassandros, she used 'his' earnings instead.
Tonight … the first evening she had been able to sneak away for weeks ... had been quite lucrative. Anthanasia had gone to one of her favorite taverns, and had entertained by tumbling and juggling. She had been dared to juggle full wineskins without spilling a drop, and she had been paid well for her success. She had used part of that money to engage in some games of skill and chance, and had won more than she lost.
Now she was heading to the children's hideaway to give them the coins before making the long trek back to the palace. As usual, when pretending to be Kassandros, she wore a short tunic that was belted below her waist to make it look thicker and less feminine.
Beneath it she wore a perizoma with a rolled up cloth sewn into the front to give her a masculine bulge between her legs. She had bound her strophion tightly around her small breasts so that her chest appeared flat. Her long tresses had been pulled back into a ponytail and wrapped completely with strips of leather. In the dim light of the moon, her hair looked darker than it really was.
She was halfway to the hideout when she heard footsteps behind her. Glancing back, she saw two of the men she had won money from at the tavern. Were they just walking in the same direction or were they following her, hoping to reclaim what they had lost by taking it by force? Athanasia turned a corner and sensed that they were behind her. Her steps quickened and so did theirs. Yes, they were definitely pursuing her. Somehow she had to lose them.
There was a brothel up ahead. The princess had never been inside one before, but there was a first time for everything. She plunged through the open doorway and tried to lose herself among the patrons and whores, but the men were still behind her. Thinking quickly, she walked up to a group of three fellows who were speaking together. “There you are!” Athanasia said in the deep tone of voice she used while in disguise as a boy. “I hope you haven't been waiting for me long.”
Her stalkers, seeing that they were outnumbered, turned and walked out.
Athanasia pranced down the street, a skip in her step. Coins jangled from the pouch at her belt, coins that would be given to a group of street urchins before she went back to the palace. She'd met the children a few months ago when she had saved one of them from being flogged by a merchant who had caught him stealing an apple. Because she looked like a youth herself while dressed as a boy, the princess had been accused of being one of them until she paid for the piece of fruit.
After a bit of coaxing in the form of food bought from a market stand, the lad had told her about the group and led her to the abandoned building they camped out in. There had been seven of them then, both boys and girls from the age of four to the age of thirteen. Some were orphans, some had been thrown out of their houses by their parents, and some had barely escaped being sold into slavery. Athanasia had felt sorry for them and had promised them that she would help them as much as she could.
All of her winnings from gambling and the coins that she received from performing acrobatics and juggling on the streets and in taverns went to those children. She had the means to set them up in a nice house and provide well for them, but she didn't think they would trust her if they knew who she really was. And so, in her guise as the boy Kassandros, she used 'his' earnings instead.
Tonight … the first evening she had been able to sneak away for weeks ... had been quite lucrative. Anthanasia had gone to one of her favorite taverns, and had entertained by tumbling and juggling. She had been dared to juggle full wineskins without spilling a drop, and she had been paid well for her success. She had used part of that money to engage in some games of skill and chance, and had won more than she lost.
Now she was heading to the children's hideaway to give them the coins before making the long trek back to the palace. As usual, when pretending to be Kassandros, she wore a short tunic that was belted below her waist to make it look thicker and less feminine.
Beneath it she wore a perizoma with a rolled up cloth sewn into the front to give her a masculine bulge between her legs. She had bound her strophion tightly around her small breasts so that her chest appeared flat. Her long tresses had been pulled back into a ponytail and wrapped completely with strips of leather. In the dim light of the moon, her hair looked darker than it really was.
She was halfway to the hideout when she heard footsteps behind her. Glancing back, she saw two of the men she had won money from at the tavern. Were they just walking in the same direction or were they following her, hoping to reclaim what they had lost by taking it by force? Athanasia turned a corner and sensed that they were behind her. Her steps quickened and so did theirs. Yes, they were definitely pursuing her. Somehow she had to lose them.
There was a brothel up ahead. The princess had never been inside one before, but there was a first time for everything. She plunged through the open doorway and tried to lose herself among the patrons and whores, but the men were still behind her. Thinking quickly, she walked up to a group of three fellows who were speaking together. “There you are!” Athanasia said in the deep tone of voice she used while in disguise as a boy. “I hope you haven't been waiting for me long.”
Her stalkers, seeing that they were outnumbered, turned and walked out.
This particular brothel was not different from any other in Greece, except that the whores were actually somewhat attractive. In his experience, a whore didn’t need to be either pretty or young. When he’d been weeks at sea, looked were the last thing that mattered. Clean, female, and available were what he wanted. Then price. If she was pretty? Lovely. If not? Turn her around and it didn’t matter.
It was business. Not a love affair. He was under no delusion that whores enjoyed their jobs overly much. They were paid to care and once the money ran out, so did their give-a-damn. Which was nice because, unlike girlfriends, whores didn’t have the gall to try and tell him what to do or care if he went to a completely different one.
He was content to follow after Silanos and the whore into the brothel. The long haired man descending the stairs didn’t really attract his notice but certainly did once he started toward them. Lukos eyed him up and down, taking the same mental inventory Saro did, gauging whether he was friendly or not. When the man offered to pay for drinks, Lukos certainly wasn’t going to turn that down.
“I hope you haven't been waiting for me long.” The high pitched voice took Lukos by surprise for a second. He had not expected that kind of voice to be speaking to him. As though the kid had materialized in front of them, he found himself looking into the face of a youth he’d lay money that he’d never met before.
“Make that three,” Lukos grasped the boy who’d just wandered up to them by the shoulder and dragged him in front of him. “Three drinks,” he said to Saro. “One for our little friend here, too. Our friend whose name will be extremely forthcoming in the next few seconds?” His grip was strong on the kid’s shoulders and promised to be worse if the name he wanted wasn’t immediately produced.
“He’s a bit young, Lukos,” Sil’s whore pointed out. “No facial hair, or chest hair. Look at his arms.”
Lukos did just that. He did not realize that the person’s arm he was currently inspecting did not belong to a street urchin boy, but that of the princess of Colchis. He’d have been just a touch gentler if he had known. But only a little.
“Who are you running from, boy?” He kept hold of the kid’s wrist. This kid was either after their money, or, more importantly, extortable for his own. Lukos had noted a little coin purse attached to the kid’s belt. Just like Saro here, Lukos wasn’t about to let easy money just slip off into a crowd.
“Why don’t we all move to a gaming table? We seem like a merry little gathering. Who knows, boy. Lord Silanos might feel generous enough to pay a whore for you. Make you a real man, just like-” he was about to say that Sil was a real man but thought better of it and said instead, “Like you should be already.”
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This particular brothel was not different from any other in Greece, except that the whores were actually somewhat attractive. In his experience, a whore didn’t need to be either pretty or young. When he’d been weeks at sea, looked were the last thing that mattered. Clean, female, and available were what he wanted. Then price. If she was pretty? Lovely. If not? Turn her around and it didn’t matter.
It was business. Not a love affair. He was under no delusion that whores enjoyed their jobs overly much. They were paid to care and once the money ran out, so did their give-a-damn. Which was nice because, unlike girlfriends, whores didn’t have the gall to try and tell him what to do or care if he went to a completely different one.
He was content to follow after Silanos and the whore into the brothel. The long haired man descending the stairs didn’t really attract his notice but certainly did once he started toward them. Lukos eyed him up and down, taking the same mental inventory Saro did, gauging whether he was friendly or not. When the man offered to pay for drinks, Lukos certainly wasn’t going to turn that down.
“I hope you haven't been waiting for me long.” The high pitched voice took Lukos by surprise for a second. He had not expected that kind of voice to be speaking to him. As though the kid had materialized in front of them, he found himself looking into the face of a youth he’d lay money that he’d never met before.
“Make that three,” Lukos grasped the boy who’d just wandered up to them by the shoulder and dragged him in front of him. “Three drinks,” he said to Saro. “One for our little friend here, too. Our friend whose name will be extremely forthcoming in the next few seconds?” His grip was strong on the kid’s shoulders and promised to be worse if the name he wanted wasn’t immediately produced.
“He’s a bit young, Lukos,” Sil’s whore pointed out. “No facial hair, or chest hair. Look at his arms.”
Lukos did just that. He did not realize that the person’s arm he was currently inspecting did not belong to a street urchin boy, but that of the princess of Colchis. He’d have been just a touch gentler if he had known. But only a little.
“Who are you running from, boy?” He kept hold of the kid’s wrist. This kid was either after their money, or, more importantly, extortable for his own. Lukos had noted a little coin purse attached to the kid’s belt. Just like Saro here, Lukos wasn’t about to let easy money just slip off into a crowd.
“Why don’t we all move to a gaming table? We seem like a merry little gathering. Who knows, boy. Lord Silanos might feel generous enough to pay a whore for you. Make you a real man, just like-” he was about to say that Sil was a real man but thought better of it and said instead, “Like you should be already.”
This particular brothel was not different from any other in Greece, except that the whores were actually somewhat attractive. In his experience, a whore didn’t need to be either pretty or young. When he’d been weeks at sea, looked were the last thing that mattered. Clean, female, and available were what he wanted. Then price. If she was pretty? Lovely. If not? Turn her around and it didn’t matter.
It was business. Not a love affair. He was under no delusion that whores enjoyed their jobs overly much. They were paid to care and once the money ran out, so did their give-a-damn. Which was nice because, unlike girlfriends, whores didn’t have the gall to try and tell him what to do or care if he went to a completely different one.
He was content to follow after Silanos and the whore into the brothel. The long haired man descending the stairs didn’t really attract his notice but certainly did once he started toward them. Lukos eyed him up and down, taking the same mental inventory Saro did, gauging whether he was friendly or not. When the man offered to pay for drinks, Lukos certainly wasn’t going to turn that down.
“I hope you haven't been waiting for me long.” The high pitched voice took Lukos by surprise for a second. He had not expected that kind of voice to be speaking to him. As though the kid had materialized in front of them, he found himself looking into the face of a youth he’d lay money that he’d never met before.
“Make that three,” Lukos grasped the boy who’d just wandered up to them by the shoulder and dragged him in front of him. “Three drinks,” he said to Saro. “One for our little friend here, too. Our friend whose name will be extremely forthcoming in the next few seconds?” His grip was strong on the kid’s shoulders and promised to be worse if the name he wanted wasn’t immediately produced.
“He’s a bit young, Lukos,” Sil’s whore pointed out. “No facial hair, or chest hair. Look at his arms.”
Lukos did just that. He did not realize that the person’s arm he was currently inspecting did not belong to a street urchin boy, but that of the princess of Colchis. He’d have been just a touch gentler if he had known. But only a little.
“Who are you running from, boy?” He kept hold of the kid’s wrist. This kid was either after their money, or, more importantly, extortable for his own. Lukos had noted a little coin purse attached to the kid’s belt. Just like Saro here, Lukos wasn’t about to let easy money just slip off into a crowd.
“Why don’t we all move to a gaming table? We seem like a merry little gathering. Who knows, boy. Lord Silanos might feel generous enough to pay a whore for you. Make you a real man, just like-” he was about to say that Sil was a real man but thought better of it and said instead, “Like you should be already.”
Silanos was propped against a wall, it reassuringly steady at his back, and a pleasant contrast with the softness of the woman that pressed herself against his side. He wasn’t sure if he’d caught her name.
“Hey. What’s your name” he mumbled, leaning down to her. Not that it really mattered, or that he would remember, but he asked anyway, swaying a little, his breath heavy with the spice of wine. The whore smiled, thinking she might be in for easy money with the young lord so inebriated. Might be he’d just pass out before she even had to do anything, and she’d still claim her coin. She glanced at Lukos, arching a brow as if to ask where he had found this one, for the lord was not who’d she’d expect to see him with. There were no complaints though. He at least *smelled* better than some of her rougher tricks, and looked like he had the silver to spend too. “ I’m Phaedra, my Lord.”
Sil blinked at her,trying to decide if she looked good or if it was just because she was kind of blurry. He smiled crookedly. “And I am Lord Silanos of Valaoritis. You might have heard of my brother, but don’t worry” He leant in conspiratorally. “I promise I am much more fun”
Though, if Timaeus paid Phaedra visit, perhaps he wouldnt be so dull and serious. Silanos considered the idea of buying his brother a whore and laughed.
“In fact...you should pick out one of your friends to come back and meet the Baron of Eubocris tonight. He works terribly hard and is in need of some sweet relief”
Pleased with this idea, Silanos dragged his gaze away to find Lukos again, about to ask if this was the one who gave good head, but he stopped short upon seeing another man join them. The lord’s blue eyes swept over the man, and Sil tried to focus better. He assumed it must be some croney of the pirate, for he was certainly no noble. He didn’t care if the fellow wanted to join their game, at least some of the ugly gems he wore might be tradeable for more fun distractions.
But then there was another newcomer, and this one just a kid. Sil began to get bored. “Come onnnnn” he slurred, with a dismissive wave of his hand. “I thought we were here to have some fun, not to stand around making friends with every waif and stray who stumbles in.”
He sauntered over toward the dice table, taking Phaedra with him and with an insolent “Bring the wine” called over his shoulder as he went.
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Silanos was propped against a wall, it reassuringly steady at his back, and a pleasant contrast with the softness of the woman that pressed herself against his side. He wasn’t sure if he’d caught her name.
“Hey. What’s your name” he mumbled, leaning down to her. Not that it really mattered, or that he would remember, but he asked anyway, swaying a little, his breath heavy with the spice of wine. The whore smiled, thinking she might be in for easy money with the young lord so inebriated. Might be he’d just pass out before she even had to do anything, and she’d still claim her coin. She glanced at Lukos, arching a brow as if to ask where he had found this one, for the lord was not who’d she’d expect to see him with. There were no complaints though. He at least *smelled* better than some of her rougher tricks, and looked like he had the silver to spend too. “ I’m Phaedra, my Lord.”
Sil blinked at her,trying to decide if she looked good or if it was just because she was kind of blurry. He smiled crookedly. “And I am Lord Silanos of Valaoritis. You might have heard of my brother, but don’t worry” He leant in conspiratorally. “I promise I am much more fun”
Though, if Timaeus paid Phaedra visit, perhaps he wouldnt be so dull and serious. Silanos considered the idea of buying his brother a whore and laughed.
“In fact...you should pick out one of your friends to come back and meet the Baron of Eubocris tonight. He works terribly hard and is in need of some sweet relief”
Pleased with this idea, Silanos dragged his gaze away to find Lukos again, about to ask if this was the one who gave good head, but he stopped short upon seeing another man join them. The lord’s blue eyes swept over the man, and Sil tried to focus better. He assumed it must be some croney of the pirate, for he was certainly no noble. He didn’t care if the fellow wanted to join their game, at least some of the ugly gems he wore might be tradeable for more fun distractions.
But then there was another newcomer, and this one just a kid. Sil began to get bored. “Come onnnnn” he slurred, with a dismissive wave of his hand. “I thought we were here to have some fun, not to stand around making friends with every waif and stray who stumbles in.”
He sauntered over toward the dice table, taking Phaedra with him and with an insolent “Bring the wine” called over his shoulder as he went.
Silanos was propped against a wall, it reassuringly steady at his back, and a pleasant contrast with the softness of the woman that pressed herself against his side. He wasn’t sure if he’d caught her name.
“Hey. What’s your name” he mumbled, leaning down to her. Not that it really mattered, or that he would remember, but he asked anyway, swaying a little, his breath heavy with the spice of wine. The whore smiled, thinking she might be in for easy money with the young lord so inebriated. Might be he’d just pass out before she even had to do anything, and she’d still claim her coin. She glanced at Lukos, arching a brow as if to ask where he had found this one, for the lord was not who’d she’d expect to see him with. There were no complaints though. He at least *smelled* better than some of her rougher tricks, and looked like he had the silver to spend too. “ I’m Phaedra, my Lord.”
Sil blinked at her,trying to decide if she looked good or if it was just because she was kind of blurry. He smiled crookedly. “And I am Lord Silanos of Valaoritis. You might have heard of my brother, but don’t worry” He leant in conspiratorally. “I promise I am much more fun”
Though, if Timaeus paid Phaedra visit, perhaps he wouldnt be so dull and serious. Silanos considered the idea of buying his brother a whore and laughed.
“In fact...you should pick out one of your friends to come back and meet the Baron of Eubocris tonight. He works terribly hard and is in need of some sweet relief”
Pleased with this idea, Silanos dragged his gaze away to find Lukos again, about to ask if this was the one who gave good head, but he stopped short upon seeing another man join them. The lord’s blue eyes swept over the man, and Sil tried to focus better. He assumed it must be some croney of the pirate, for he was certainly no noble. He didn’t care if the fellow wanted to join their game, at least some of the ugly gems he wore might be tradeable for more fun distractions.
But then there was another newcomer, and this one just a kid. Sil began to get bored. “Come onnnnn” he slurred, with a dismissive wave of his hand. “I thought we were here to have some fun, not to stand around making friends with every waif and stray who stumbles in.”
He sauntered over toward the dice table, taking Phaedra with him and with an insolent “Bring the wine” called over his shoulder as he went.
Saro was just as confused as his new acquaintances were as the young boy approached them, speaking as if they were long time friends that he had been searching for all night. He did however catch a glimpse of some men who had entered just behind the boy as they turned and left the brothel, and he thought that it was odd. Something weird was going on. He couldn’t help but wonder what the hell he had just gotten himself into. It became even stranger when it seemed that neither of the other men knew who this boy was either. Saro’s curiosity was piqued, and he couldn’t wait to see where this night was going to lead him. All of this was much more interesting than the night of whoring and drinking that he had been planning on.
Saro nodded. “Three drinks it is.” He agreed, having no issues buying drinks, he could keep all four of them swimming in wine all night with no issue, he didn’t lack money. That didn’t mean he didn’t want more though, what was a pirate if not greedy? Besides, he had paid more for less entertainment, and so far with the random series of events that had happened since he had stepped out of that back room, he was enjoying himself enough to at least buy one round of drinks.
Saro raised an eyebrow at Silanos’ drunken mumbling, the way he spoke down of the other men cemented his nobility to Saro, confirming that his suspicions had been correct. When the game table was suggested and Sil turned to stagger towards it, Saro looked at Lukos, he seemed much more sober than his friend, and he thought it was more than likely that way for a specific purpose. He wondered if this other male was looking for a bit of easy money as well.
“I will join you shortly.” He said to his new-found companion and the boy who was still in the grip, and he disappeared back into the crowd. It didn’t take him long before he found them at their dice table and following behind him was a whore who carried a pitcher of wine and four glasses. He took a seat and the topless woman proceeded to pour them all a cup of wine. Saro didn’t hesitate in grabbing his and taking a deep drink from it.
“Saro.” He said, introducing himself to the three males who he had forced his company upon, looking at them all expectantly, waiting for a name, whether it was a fake name or a real one. Something to call them other than ‘hey you’ would be helpful. He saw no reason to give a fake name himself, it was not as if he had a good reputation to uphold. If any of these men had heard of him before, he would be surprised. It wasn’t often that people know of the individual names of a ships crew members, their reputation would lie with the name of their ship instead.
"So, boy. Care to explain who those men were that followed you in?" He asked once he had settled back in his chair and their introductions were out of the way.
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Saro was just as confused as his new acquaintances were as the young boy approached them, speaking as if they were long time friends that he had been searching for all night. He did however catch a glimpse of some men who had entered just behind the boy as they turned and left the brothel, and he thought that it was odd. Something weird was going on. He couldn’t help but wonder what the hell he had just gotten himself into. It became even stranger when it seemed that neither of the other men knew who this boy was either. Saro’s curiosity was piqued, and he couldn’t wait to see where this night was going to lead him. All of this was much more interesting than the night of whoring and drinking that he had been planning on.
Saro nodded. “Three drinks it is.” He agreed, having no issues buying drinks, he could keep all four of them swimming in wine all night with no issue, he didn’t lack money. That didn’t mean he didn’t want more though, what was a pirate if not greedy? Besides, he had paid more for less entertainment, and so far with the random series of events that had happened since he had stepped out of that back room, he was enjoying himself enough to at least buy one round of drinks.
Saro raised an eyebrow at Silanos’ drunken mumbling, the way he spoke down of the other men cemented his nobility to Saro, confirming that his suspicions had been correct. When the game table was suggested and Sil turned to stagger towards it, Saro looked at Lukos, he seemed much more sober than his friend, and he thought it was more than likely that way for a specific purpose. He wondered if this other male was looking for a bit of easy money as well.
“I will join you shortly.” He said to his new-found companion and the boy who was still in the grip, and he disappeared back into the crowd. It didn’t take him long before he found them at their dice table and following behind him was a whore who carried a pitcher of wine and four glasses. He took a seat and the topless woman proceeded to pour them all a cup of wine. Saro didn’t hesitate in grabbing his and taking a deep drink from it.
“Saro.” He said, introducing himself to the three males who he had forced his company upon, looking at them all expectantly, waiting for a name, whether it was a fake name or a real one. Something to call them other than ‘hey you’ would be helpful. He saw no reason to give a fake name himself, it was not as if he had a good reputation to uphold. If any of these men had heard of him before, he would be surprised. It wasn’t often that people know of the individual names of a ships crew members, their reputation would lie with the name of their ship instead.
"So, boy. Care to explain who those men were that followed you in?" He asked once he had settled back in his chair and their introductions were out of the way.
Saro was just as confused as his new acquaintances were as the young boy approached them, speaking as if they were long time friends that he had been searching for all night. He did however catch a glimpse of some men who had entered just behind the boy as they turned and left the brothel, and he thought that it was odd. Something weird was going on. He couldn’t help but wonder what the hell he had just gotten himself into. It became even stranger when it seemed that neither of the other men knew who this boy was either. Saro’s curiosity was piqued, and he couldn’t wait to see where this night was going to lead him. All of this was much more interesting than the night of whoring and drinking that he had been planning on.
Saro nodded. “Three drinks it is.” He agreed, having no issues buying drinks, he could keep all four of them swimming in wine all night with no issue, he didn’t lack money. That didn’t mean he didn’t want more though, what was a pirate if not greedy? Besides, he had paid more for less entertainment, and so far with the random series of events that had happened since he had stepped out of that back room, he was enjoying himself enough to at least buy one round of drinks.
Saro raised an eyebrow at Silanos’ drunken mumbling, the way he spoke down of the other men cemented his nobility to Saro, confirming that his suspicions had been correct. When the game table was suggested and Sil turned to stagger towards it, Saro looked at Lukos, he seemed much more sober than his friend, and he thought it was more than likely that way for a specific purpose. He wondered if this other male was looking for a bit of easy money as well.
“I will join you shortly.” He said to his new-found companion and the boy who was still in the grip, and he disappeared back into the crowd. It didn’t take him long before he found them at their dice table and following behind him was a whore who carried a pitcher of wine and four glasses. He took a seat and the topless woman proceeded to pour them all a cup of wine. Saro didn’t hesitate in grabbing his and taking a deep drink from it.
“Saro.” He said, introducing himself to the three males who he had forced his company upon, looking at them all expectantly, waiting for a name, whether it was a fake name or a real one. Something to call them other than ‘hey you’ would be helpful. He saw no reason to give a fake name himself, it was not as if he had a good reputation to uphold. If any of these men had heard of him before, he would be surprised. It wasn’t often that people know of the individual names of a ships crew members, their reputation would lie with the name of their ship instead.
"So, boy. Care to explain who those men were that followed you in?" He asked once he had settled back in his chair and their introductions were out of the way.
Athanasia had no idea how the three men would react to her barging in on them, but she certainly didn't expect to be grabbed by the shoulder by a fellow who was certainly no noble by the look of him. She had to admit he was handsome, though, in a rough and roguish sort of way. Three drinks, he said. One of them must have offered to buy a round.
The whore who was hanging onto the best dressed of the three pointed out the princess' lack of beard an chest hair right after her captor asked for her name. She tried to jerk away as the man inspected her arm, but he held her tight. At least her arms were fairly muscular from performing acrobatics and weren't as soft and dainty as those of most noblewomen. “My name is Kassandros,” she said defiantly, “and I would appreciate it if you didn't make fun of me. I have yet to grow body hair, but when I do, I bet I'll be hairier than you are.”
She said nothing when he asked her who she was running from. Maybe he would let her go before they moved to the dice table and she could slip back into the crowd. Yet then, he uttered a name that made her blood run cold. Lord Silanos? Trying not to stare, she peered covertly at the well-dressed man with the prostitute who had pointed out Athanasia's youth. She wasn't sure it really was him until she heard his voice, slurred with wine but still recognizable.
Just my luck, the princess thought with a mental sigh. I sneak out of the palace for the first time in forever and everything goes wrong. I have to get away. Her feelings for the young man whom she had once thought was her friend were confusing, to say the least, and though there was absolutely nothing wrong with a man frequenting a whorehouse, somehow the notion irritated her.
The rest of the commoner's words didn't register due to the shock of seeing Silanos while she was in disguise. At least he seemed too far into his cups to figure out who she was. And it wasn't as if they knew each other well. They had only seen each other twice, once at the manor and then at the market where he had kissed her. Why could she not forget that kiss?
The lord staggered toward one of the dice tables, and Athanasia, her mind still reeling, allowed herself to be pulled along by the handsome rogue. The third man, who didn't look Greek to the princess, left and returned with wine. He was probably a foreign sailor or maybe a pirate.
Saro was quite observant, and she decided not to deny that she had been followed. “My name is Kassandros, not 'boy.'” She rolled her eyes. “If that's too hard for you to pronounce, you can call me Kas. Those men were pursuing me. I think they wanted to rob me so I ducked in here and pretended I knew the three of you. I worked hard for my coins and no one is going to take them from me.”
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Athanasia had no idea how the three men would react to her barging in on them, but she certainly didn't expect to be grabbed by the shoulder by a fellow who was certainly no noble by the look of him. She had to admit he was handsome, though, in a rough and roguish sort of way. Three drinks, he said. One of them must have offered to buy a round.
The whore who was hanging onto the best dressed of the three pointed out the princess' lack of beard an chest hair right after her captor asked for her name. She tried to jerk away as the man inspected her arm, but he held her tight. At least her arms were fairly muscular from performing acrobatics and weren't as soft and dainty as those of most noblewomen. “My name is Kassandros,” she said defiantly, “and I would appreciate it if you didn't make fun of me. I have yet to grow body hair, but when I do, I bet I'll be hairier than you are.”
She said nothing when he asked her who she was running from. Maybe he would let her go before they moved to the dice table and she could slip back into the crowd. Yet then, he uttered a name that made her blood run cold. Lord Silanos? Trying not to stare, she peered covertly at the well-dressed man with the prostitute who had pointed out Athanasia's youth. She wasn't sure it really was him until she heard his voice, slurred with wine but still recognizable.
Just my luck, the princess thought with a mental sigh. I sneak out of the palace for the first time in forever and everything goes wrong. I have to get away. Her feelings for the young man whom she had once thought was her friend were confusing, to say the least, and though there was absolutely nothing wrong with a man frequenting a whorehouse, somehow the notion irritated her.
The rest of the commoner's words didn't register due to the shock of seeing Silanos while she was in disguise. At least he seemed too far into his cups to figure out who she was. And it wasn't as if they knew each other well. They had only seen each other twice, once at the manor and then at the market where he had kissed her. Why could she not forget that kiss?
The lord staggered toward one of the dice tables, and Athanasia, her mind still reeling, allowed herself to be pulled along by the handsome rogue. The third man, who didn't look Greek to the princess, left and returned with wine. He was probably a foreign sailor or maybe a pirate.
Saro was quite observant, and she decided not to deny that she had been followed. “My name is Kassandros, not 'boy.'” She rolled her eyes. “If that's too hard for you to pronounce, you can call me Kas. Those men were pursuing me. I think they wanted to rob me so I ducked in here and pretended I knew the three of you. I worked hard for my coins and no one is going to take them from me.”
Athanasia had no idea how the three men would react to her barging in on them, but she certainly didn't expect to be grabbed by the shoulder by a fellow who was certainly no noble by the look of him. She had to admit he was handsome, though, in a rough and roguish sort of way. Three drinks, he said. One of them must have offered to buy a round.
The whore who was hanging onto the best dressed of the three pointed out the princess' lack of beard an chest hair right after her captor asked for her name. She tried to jerk away as the man inspected her arm, but he held her tight. At least her arms were fairly muscular from performing acrobatics and weren't as soft and dainty as those of most noblewomen. “My name is Kassandros,” she said defiantly, “and I would appreciate it if you didn't make fun of me. I have yet to grow body hair, but when I do, I bet I'll be hairier than you are.”
She said nothing when he asked her who she was running from. Maybe he would let her go before they moved to the dice table and she could slip back into the crowd. Yet then, he uttered a name that made her blood run cold. Lord Silanos? Trying not to stare, she peered covertly at the well-dressed man with the prostitute who had pointed out Athanasia's youth. She wasn't sure it really was him until she heard his voice, slurred with wine but still recognizable.
Just my luck, the princess thought with a mental sigh. I sneak out of the palace for the first time in forever and everything goes wrong. I have to get away. Her feelings for the young man whom she had once thought was her friend were confusing, to say the least, and though there was absolutely nothing wrong with a man frequenting a whorehouse, somehow the notion irritated her.
The rest of the commoner's words didn't register due to the shock of seeing Silanos while she was in disguise. At least he seemed too far into his cups to figure out who she was. And it wasn't as if they knew each other well. They had only seen each other twice, once at the manor and then at the market where he had kissed her. Why could she not forget that kiss?
The lord staggered toward one of the dice tables, and Athanasia, her mind still reeling, allowed herself to be pulled along by the handsome rogue. The third man, who didn't look Greek to the princess, left and returned with wine. He was probably a foreign sailor or maybe a pirate.
Saro was quite observant, and she decided not to deny that she had been followed. “My name is Kassandros, not 'boy.'” She rolled her eyes. “If that's too hard for you to pronounce, you can call me Kas. Those men were pursuing me. I think they wanted to rob me so I ducked in here and pretended I knew the three of you. I worked hard for my coins and no one is going to take them from me.”
While Lukos had kind of meant for Silanos buying a whore for this boy as a joke, he was also half serious. Silanos, however, didn’t take the bait. How could he, though? Lukos reflected. The man was wasted out of his mind. He was frankly shocked that Silanos was registering that there was a girl with him at all and he privately thought it wouldn’t matter. No amount of coaxing was going to allow Silanos to get it up for his new little whore friend. That was the funniest part of the whole bit.
Following after Silanos, Lukos kept two hands on the boy’s shoulders and compelled him to come with them to the gaming table while Saro went off to find them wine. He’d locked eyes with the other man and had a sneaking suspicion that the two of them had the same plan. Obviously that wasn’t going to fly. Silanos was his mark first. If they had to trade, obviously he’d fob the boy off on Saro while Lukos stayed with the real money maker; his drunk little lordling friend.
Lukos had situated himself between Silanos and Kassandros, or Kas, as he would now be called, and left the last seat for Saro. This was across from himself and an ideal place. After all, it was Saro who needed an eye kept on him. The ideal plan was for Lukos to take all of the money that these three people had on them and disappear back to his ship. Nice and easy and richer for the experience. He was also prepared for that not to happen, but unlike Saro, he was going to do his level best to make sure to win in this situation.
“Alright, ladies,” Lukos called their attention to the center of the table after swiping his own wine. “The game is simple.” He rattled off the rules of a well known game and then called for bets. “Place your coins in the center there,” he said and looked pointedly at both Silanos and Kas. “Come on, lad, cough up the funds,” he said to Kas, leaning in close and eyeing the kid. Once he did that, though, his eyes narrowed. This kid had extremely fine bone structure. Almost like-
A crash of dishes drew his attention away just before he could form the thought of ‘girl’ in connection with Kas. With the commotion, his suspicion was forgotten for the moment and he turned his attention back to the task at hand; robbing these people blind.
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While Lukos had kind of meant for Silanos buying a whore for this boy as a joke, he was also half serious. Silanos, however, didn’t take the bait. How could he, though? Lukos reflected. The man was wasted out of his mind. He was frankly shocked that Silanos was registering that there was a girl with him at all and he privately thought it wouldn’t matter. No amount of coaxing was going to allow Silanos to get it up for his new little whore friend. That was the funniest part of the whole bit.
Following after Silanos, Lukos kept two hands on the boy’s shoulders and compelled him to come with them to the gaming table while Saro went off to find them wine. He’d locked eyes with the other man and had a sneaking suspicion that the two of them had the same plan. Obviously that wasn’t going to fly. Silanos was his mark first. If they had to trade, obviously he’d fob the boy off on Saro while Lukos stayed with the real money maker; his drunk little lordling friend.
Lukos had situated himself between Silanos and Kassandros, or Kas, as he would now be called, and left the last seat for Saro. This was across from himself and an ideal place. After all, it was Saro who needed an eye kept on him. The ideal plan was for Lukos to take all of the money that these three people had on them and disappear back to his ship. Nice and easy and richer for the experience. He was also prepared for that not to happen, but unlike Saro, he was going to do his level best to make sure to win in this situation.
“Alright, ladies,” Lukos called their attention to the center of the table after swiping his own wine. “The game is simple.” He rattled off the rules of a well known game and then called for bets. “Place your coins in the center there,” he said and looked pointedly at both Silanos and Kas. “Come on, lad, cough up the funds,” he said to Kas, leaning in close and eyeing the kid. Once he did that, though, his eyes narrowed. This kid had extremely fine bone structure. Almost like-
A crash of dishes drew his attention away just before he could form the thought of ‘girl’ in connection with Kas. With the commotion, his suspicion was forgotten for the moment and he turned his attention back to the task at hand; robbing these people blind.
While Lukos had kind of meant for Silanos buying a whore for this boy as a joke, he was also half serious. Silanos, however, didn’t take the bait. How could he, though? Lukos reflected. The man was wasted out of his mind. He was frankly shocked that Silanos was registering that there was a girl with him at all and he privately thought it wouldn’t matter. No amount of coaxing was going to allow Silanos to get it up for his new little whore friend. That was the funniest part of the whole bit.
Following after Silanos, Lukos kept two hands on the boy’s shoulders and compelled him to come with them to the gaming table while Saro went off to find them wine. He’d locked eyes with the other man and had a sneaking suspicion that the two of them had the same plan. Obviously that wasn’t going to fly. Silanos was his mark first. If they had to trade, obviously he’d fob the boy off on Saro while Lukos stayed with the real money maker; his drunk little lordling friend.
Lukos had situated himself between Silanos and Kassandros, or Kas, as he would now be called, and left the last seat for Saro. This was across from himself and an ideal place. After all, it was Saro who needed an eye kept on him. The ideal plan was for Lukos to take all of the money that these three people had on them and disappear back to his ship. Nice and easy and richer for the experience. He was also prepared for that not to happen, but unlike Saro, he was going to do his level best to make sure to win in this situation.
“Alright, ladies,” Lukos called their attention to the center of the table after swiping his own wine. “The game is simple.” He rattled off the rules of a well known game and then called for bets. “Place your coins in the center there,” he said and looked pointedly at both Silanos and Kas. “Come on, lad, cough up the funds,” he said to Kas, leaning in close and eyeing the kid. Once he did that, though, his eyes narrowed. This kid had extremely fine bone structure. Almost like-
A crash of dishes drew his attention away just before he could form the thought of ‘girl’ in connection with Kas. With the commotion, his suspicion was forgotten for the moment and he turned his attention back to the task at hand; robbing these people blind.
Silanos had folded rather artlessly into a seat at the game table, Phaedra perching on his knee and wrapping her arms around his neck. The Lord toyed absently with the whore’s breasts even as he looked up to where the others had followed him over. “ Good man” he tossed towards Saro, for the bejewelled stranger had at least procured some wine, and then Sil glanced briefly at Lukos and the young boy he seemed to have appropriated. “I wouldn’t have have him pegged as your type, Cap’n.” he drawled, blinking curiously at their newest fellow only a second before his attention was stolen by trying to fumble some coin for his stake in the game.
He peered into his palm, struggling on focus on quite enough to count it out and Phaedra saw her chance, leaning and plucking the coins from him. “ Let me help, Lord” she said sweetly, dropping a couple on the table and a third into the pocket sewn into her flimsy chiton. Sil shrugged, and stuffed the rest of the coins away, reaching for the cup of wine that had been set on the table before him. He took a sip, pulled a face because it was pig swill but swallowed it anyway. This was what came of drinking with poor folk.
“Here, barkeep. Something better than this” the lord called loudly, almost tipping the girl from his lap as he waved an arm to beckon someone over. He shoved a handful of coins at the man, for Silanos was never ungenerous, and a popular drinking partner because of it.
“You can have this” he muttered, pushing the cup of Saro’s wine into the whore’s hands, and then he smiled a breezy, easy smile at his newfound companions. “Are we playing then?” He picked up the die from the table and gave them a shake before sending them skittering over the surface, grimacing at the poor start. Never mind. Sometimes the shit beginnings came up good.
Somewhere, deep in his rational mind, far beyond the wine and poppy that swam in his blood, a sober Sil might have recognised this for the bad idea that it was. But such reasoning skills had long departed, and now he had just fallen into that old habit of indulging vices, and damned be the consequences. When the server returned with a new pitcher of wine, Silanos held up his hand and clumsily patted himself down to retrieve his earlier purchase. A hefty pinch of the poppy straw was scattered into the wine before he let the girl pour. “Never...ever..letitbesaid that I don’t give you things” he said, to noone in particular as he tucked the little pot away again with his free hand, the other wrapped around the waist of Phaedra though he seemed almost to have forgotten she was there.
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Silanos had folded rather artlessly into a seat at the game table, Phaedra perching on his knee and wrapping her arms around his neck. The Lord toyed absently with the whore’s breasts even as he looked up to where the others had followed him over. “ Good man” he tossed towards Saro, for the bejewelled stranger had at least procured some wine, and then Sil glanced briefly at Lukos and the young boy he seemed to have appropriated. “I wouldn’t have have him pegged as your type, Cap’n.” he drawled, blinking curiously at their newest fellow only a second before his attention was stolen by trying to fumble some coin for his stake in the game.
He peered into his palm, struggling on focus on quite enough to count it out and Phaedra saw her chance, leaning and plucking the coins from him. “ Let me help, Lord” she said sweetly, dropping a couple on the table and a third into the pocket sewn into her flimsy chiton. Sil shrugged, and stuffed the rest of the coins away, reaching for the cup of wine that had been set on the table before him. He took a sip, pulled a face because it was pig swill but swallowed it anyway. This was what came of drinking with poor folk.
“Here, barkeep. Something better than this” the lord called loudly, almost tipping the girl from his lap as he waved an arm to beckon someone over. He shoved a handful of coins at the man, for Silanos was never ungenerous, and a popular drinking partner because of it.
“You can have this” he muttered, pushing the cup of Saro’s wine into the whore’s hands, and then he smiled a breezy, easy smile at his newfound companions. “Are we playing then?” He picked up the die from the table and gave them a shake before sending them skittering over the surface, grimacing at the poor start. Never mind. Sometimes the shit beginnings came up good.
Somewhere, deep in his rational mind, far beyond the wine and poppy that swam in his blood, a sober Sil might have recognised this for the bad idea that it was. But such reasoning skills had long departed, and now he had just fallen into that old habit of indulging vices, and damned be the consequences. When the server returned with a new pitcher of wine, Silanos held up his hand and clumsily patted himself down to retrieve his earlier purchase. A hefty pinch of the poppy straw was scattered into the wine before he let the girl pour. “Never...ever..letitbesaid that I don’t give you things” he said, to noone in particular as he tucked the little pot away again with his free hand, the other wrapped around the waist of Phaedra though he seemed almost to have forgotten she was there.
Silanos had folded rather artlessly into a seat at the game table, Phaedra perching on his knee and wrapping her arms around his neck. The Lord toyed absently with the whore’s breasts even as he looked up to where the others had followed him over. “ Good man” he tossed towards Saro, for the bejewelled stranger had at least procured some wine, and then Sil glanced briefly at Lukos and the young boy he seemed to have appropriated. “I wouldn’t have have him pegged as your type, Cap’n.” he drawled, blinking curiously at their newest fellow only a second before his attention was stolen by trying to fumble some coin for his stake in the game.
He peered into his palm, struggling on focus on quite enough to count it out and Phaedra saw her chance, leaning and plucking the coins from him. “ Let me help, Lord” she said sweetly, dropping a couple on the table and a third into the pocket sewn into her flimsy chiton. Sil shrugged, and stuffed the rest of the coins away, reaching for the cup of wine that had been set on the table before him. He took a sip, pulled a face because it was pig swill but swallowed it anyway. This was what came of drinking with poor folk.
“Here, barkeep. Something better than this” the lord called loudly, almost tipping the girl from his lap as he waved an arm to beckon someone over. He shoved a handful of coins at the man, for Silanos was never ungenerous, and a popular drinking partner because of it.
“You can have this” he muttered, pushing the cup of Saro’s wine into the whore’s hands, and then he smiled a breezy, easy smile at his newfound companions. “Are we playing then?” He picked up the die from the table and gave them a shake before sending them skittering over the surface, grimacing at the poor start. Never mind. Sometimes the shit beginnings came up good.
Somewhere, deep in his rational mind, far beyond the wine and poppy that swam in his blood, a sober Sil might have recognised this for the bad idea that it was. But such reasoning skills had long departed, and now he had just fallen into that old habit of indulging vices, and damned be the consequences. When the server returned with a new pitcher of wine, Silanos held up his hand and clumsily patted himself down to retrieve his earlier purchase. A hefty pinch of the poppy straw was scattered into the wine before he let the girl pour. “Never...ever..letitbesaid that I don’t give you things” he said, to noone in particular as he tucked the little pot away again with his free hand, the other wrapped around the waist of Phaedra though he seemed almost to have forgotten she was there.