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Saro raised an eyebrow as the young boy seemed to get snarky with him, he had quite the attitude for someone who was basically currently being held captive, in a nice way. At least there were no binds holding him, just the attention of two men. He doubted the drunk lord would care much either way if this boy was here or not. Saro mostly cared out of curiosity.
“Perhaps when you become a man you will not be called boy.” He retorted with a snicker, taking a drink from the cup of wine in front of him.
Saro listened as Lukos explained the rules of a game of chance that he himself was much familiar with. There was hardly a game in existence that Saro had not gambled on. It was one of his favourite past times, though so too was finding a way to cheat at said games. He slipped a small pouch of coins from the pocket of the pants he wore, though it was not the sum of the money he had on him, merely a small amount of what he had. He didn’t dare reveal his riches amongst this group of strangers, not even he was that reckless. He tossed a couple coins in with the rest of their money on the table. He watched as the whore took the lords coins, pocketing one for herself. Apparently all three of them were after the man’s riches, and Saro began to wonder if it was worth the competition. It might be a lost cause with three of them trying for what ever he had. He decided to keep an open mind about who to target, if any of them. For all he knew, this young boy could be rich without making it obvious.
Saro wanted to roll his eyes at the lord as he made a big show of wanting better wine, the man was pompous, seeming to think he was better than all of them because he had some fancy title that meant absolutely nothing if he stepped one foot outside his small little world. Saro had seen it many times before, and he knew he would see it again. At least this man was one of the dumb ones, tossing his coin around as if he had no cares. He made an easy target for people like the company he kept that night.
He spotted the poppy that the other sprinkled into the new wine as it was brought, Saro was no stranger to the world of intoxicating substances, but that night he had no plans to participate beyond a cup or two of wine. He needed to have his senses about him with these men, it was quite a precarious situation he had gotten himself into. He was excited to see how the rest of the night would turn out, perhaps it was going to be more fun than previously anticipated.
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Saro raised an eyebrow as the young boy seemed to get snarky with him, he had quite the attitude for someone who was basically currently being held captive, in a nice way. At least there were no binds holding him, just the attention of two men. He doubted the drunk lord would care much either way if this boy was here or not. Saro mostly cared out of curiosity.
“Perhaps when you become a man you will not be called boy.” He retorted with a snicker, taking a drink from the cup of wine in front of him.
Saro listened as Lukos explained the rules of a game of chance that he himself was much familiar with. There was hardly a game in existence that Saro had not gambled on. It was one of his favourite past times, though so too was finding a way to cheat at said games. He slipped a small pouch of coins from the pocket of the pants he wore, though it was not the sum of the money he had on him, merely a small amount of what he had. He didn’t dare reveal his riches amongst this group of strangers, not even he was that reckless. He tossed a couple coins in with the rest of their money on the table. He watched as the whore took the lords coins, pocketing one for herself. Apparently all three of them were after the man’s riches, and Saro began to wonder if it was worth the competition. It might be a lost cause with three of them trying for what ever he had. He decided to keep an open mind about who to target, if any of them. For all he knew, this young boy could be rich without making it obvious.
Saro wanted to roll his eyes at the lord as he made a big show of wanting better wine, the man was pompous, seeming to think he was better than all of them because he had some fancy title that meant absolutely nothing if he stepped one foot outside his small little world. Saro had seen it many times before, and he knew he would see it again. At least this man was one of the dumb ones, tossing his coin around as if he had no cares. He made an easy target for people like the company he kept that night.
He spotted the poppy that the other sprinkled into the new wine as it was brought, Saro was no stranger to the world of intoxicating substances, but that night he had no plans to participate beyond a cup or two of wine. He needed to have his senses about him with these men, it was quite a precarious situation he had gotten himself into. He was excited to see how the rest of the night would turn out, perhaps it was going to be more fun than previously anticipated.
Saro raised an eyebrow as the young boy seemed to get snarky with him, he had quite the attitude for someone who was basically currently being held captive, in a nice way. At least there were no binds holding him, just the attention of two men. He doubted the drunk lord would care much either way if this boy was here or not. Saro mostly cared out of curiosity.
“Perhaps when you become a man you will not be called boy.” He retorted with a snicker, taking a drink from the cup of wine in front of him.
Saro listened as Lukos explained the rules of a game of chance that he himself was much familiar with. There was hardly a game in existence that Saro had not gambled on. It was one of his favourite past times, though so too was finding a way to cheat at said games. He slipped a small pouch of coins from the pocket of the pants he wore, though it was not the sum of the money he had on him, merely a small amount of what he had. He didn’t dare reveal his riches amongst this group of strangers, not even he was that reckless. He tossed a couple coins in with the rest of their money on the table. He watched as the whore took the lords coins, pocketing one for herself. Apparently all three of them were after the man’s riches, and Saro began to wonder if it was worth the competition. It might be a lost cause with three of them trying for what ever he had. He decided to keep an open mind about who to target, if any of them. For all he knew, this young boy could be rich without making it obvious.
Saro wanted to roll his eyes at the lord as he made a big show of wanting better wine, the man was pompous, seeming to think he was better than all of them because he had some fancy title that meant absolutely nothing if he stepped one foot outside his small little world. Saro had seen it many times before, and he knew he would see it again. At least this man was one of the dumb ones, tossing his coin around as if he had no cares. He made an easy target for people like the company he kept that night.
He spotted the poppy that the other sprinkled into the new wine as it was brought, Saro was no stranger to the world of intoxicating substances, but that night he had no plans to participate beyond a cup or two of wine. He needed to have his senses about him with these men, it was quite a precarious situation he had gotten himself into. He was excited to see how the rest of the night would turn out, perhaps it was going to be more fun than previously anticipated.
Athanasia had no choice but to accompany the three men to the gaming table, as the rogue .. Lukos, the whore had called him … propelled her toward it. She supposed she would have to gamble with them, at least until she was able to extract herself from their company. Her luck had been good so far tonight; perhaps she was on a winning streak. The looks on her companions' faces would be hilarious if they were defeated by a mere boy. And she would have more money to give the children.
“I'm already a man,” she told Saro, allowing indignation to color her voice. Shrugging off Lukos' grip, she stood a bit straighter and puffed out her flattened chest. “I'm almost sixteen.”
She found herself sitting across from Silanos and next to Lukos and Saro. Silanos was so drunk that he would probably not do very well, nor would he care if he lost all his money. Maybe that was the intention of the other two. Athanasia had seen it before: a drunken lord in a tavern set upon by enterprising men who saw an easy mark. She couldn't really blame them. If one saw a chance to benefit from another's stupidity, than one should take it.
The princess couldn't take such risks herself for fear that her secret would be discovered, but she had been tempted a few times. And she was most likely too inexperienced to pull it off anyway. She had watched as others were fleeced and had done nothing to stop it. Nor would she tonight. If Silanos left the whorehouse empty-handed, it served him right for kissing her that night and running away without any explanation.
The game was one which she had played earlier in the evening while she had been tavern-hopping, and she knew it well. She lifted her cup and pretended to take a sip. Tavern swill was quite disgusting, and when she was in disguise, she needed to keep her wits about her. Athanasia nearly grimaced when Silanos ordered a better quality of wine, once again proclaiming his wealth. If he behaved so foolishly all the time, then she wanted nothing more to do with him. Maybe he had been drunk at the market. Had she tasted wine on his lips? She couldn't remember. It had been so unexpected and so ... overwhelming.
She watched as he sprinkled some poppy in his new wine, reminding herself not to drink anything he poured for her. For some reason, everything he did angered her. He didn't seem to care about anything but having a good time and living in the moment. Maybe he had kissed her because he thought he was entitled to take whatever he wanted, even from a princess of his kingdom.
Managing to remain calm, she opened the pouch at her belt and took out a few coins, tossing them on the table. “This is all I have to spare,” she said. “If I lose, then I'm out … unless I can wager a skill, a dare, or a favor instead.”
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Athanasia had no choice but to accompany the three men to the gaming table, as the rogue .. Lukos, the whore had called him … propelled her toward it. She supposed she would have to gamble with them, at least until she was able to extract herself from their company. Her luck had been good so far tonight; perhaps she was on a winning streak. The looks on her companions' faces would be hilarious if they were defeated by a mere boy. And she would have more money to give the children.
“I'm already a man,” she told Saro, allowing indignation to color her voice. Shrugging off Lukos' grip, she stood a bit straighter and puffed out her flattened chest. “I'm almost sixteen.”
She found herself sitting across from Silanos and next to Lukos and Saro. Silanos was so drunk that he would probably not do very well, nor would he care if he lost all his money. Maybe that was the intention of the other two. Athanasia had seen it before: a drunken lord in a tavern set upon by enterprising men who saw an easy mark. She couldn't really blame them. If one saw a chance to benefit from another's stupidity, than one should take it.
The princess couldn't take such risks herself for fear that her secret would be discovered, but she had been tempted a few times. And she was most likely too inexperienced to pull it off anyway. She had watched as others were fleeced and had done nothing to stop it. Nor would she tonight. If Silanos left the whorehouse empty-handed, it served him right for kissing her that night and running away without any explanation.
The game was one which she had played earlier in the evening while she had been tavern-hopping, and she knew it well. She lifted her cup and pretended to take a sip. Tavern swill was quite disgusting, and when she was in disguise, she needed to keep her wits about her. Athanasia nearly grimaced when Silanos ordered a better quality of wine, once again proclaiming his wealth. If he behaved so foolishly all the time, then she wanted nothing more to do with him. Maybe he had been drunk at the market. Had she tasted wine on his lips? She couldn't remember. It had been so unexpected and so ... overwhelming.
She watched as he sprinkled some poppy in his new wine, reminding herself not to drink anything he poured for her. For some reason, everything he did angered her. He didn't seem to care about anything but having a good time and living in the moment. Maybe he had kissed her because he thought he was entitled to take whatever he wanted, even from a princess of his kingdom.
Managing to remain calm, she opened the pouch at her belt and took out a few coins, tossing them on the table. “This is all I have to spare,” she said. “If I lose, then I'm out … unless I can wager a skill, a dare, or a favor instead.”
Athanasia had no choice but to accompany the three men to the gaming table, as the rogue .. Lukos, the whore had called him … propelled her toward it. She supposed she would have to gamble with them, at least until she was able to extract herself from their company. Her luck had been good so far tonight; perhaps she was on a winning streak. The looks on her companions' faces would be hilarious if they were defeated by a mere boy. And she would have more money to give the children.
“I'm already a man,” she told Saro, allowing indignation to color her voice. Shrugging off Lukos' grip, she stood a bit straighter and puffed out her flattened chest. “I'm almost sixteen.”
She found herself sitting across from Silanos and next to Lukos and Saro. Silanos was so drunk that he would probably not do very well, nor would he care if he lost all his money. Maybe that was the intention of the other two. Athanasia had seen it before: a drunken lord in a tavern set upon by enterprising men who saw an easy mark. She couldn't really blame them. If one saw a chance to benefit from another's stupidity, than one should take it.
The princess couldn't take such risks herself for fear that her secret would be discovered, but she had been tempted a few times. And she was most likely too inexperienced to pull it off anyway. She had watched as others were fleeced and had done nothing to stop it. Nor would she tonight. If Silanos left the whorehouse empty-handed, it served him right for kissing her that night and running away without any explanation.
The game was one which she had played earlier in the evening while she had been tavern-hopping, and she knew it well. She lifted her cup and pretended to take a sip. Tavern swill was quite disgusting, and when she was in disguise, she needed to keep her wits about her. Athanasia nearly grimaced when Silanos ordered a better quality of wine, once again proclaiming his wealth. If he behaved so foolishly all the time, then she wanted nothing more to do with him. Maybe he had been drunk at the market. Had she tasted wine on his lips? She couldn't remember. It had been so unexpected and so ... overwhelming.
She watched as he sprinkled some poppy in his new wine, reminding herself not to drink anything he poured for her. For some reason, everything he did angered her. He didn't seem to care about anything but having a good time and living in the moment. Maybe he had kissed her because he thought he was entitled to take whatever he wanted, even from a princess of his kingdom.
Managing to remain calm, she opened the pouch at her belt and took out a few coins, tossing them on the table. “This is all I have to spare,” she said. “If I lose, then I'm out … unless I can wager a skill, a dare, or a favor instead.”
Silanos’s constant flouting of his wealth might have bothered the disguised princess, but it only made Lukos grin like a fox on the inside. The more inebriated and out of it Silanos became, the more that Lukos would be able to take from him. At least, that was the idea. The best part of this whole plan was that it was opportunistic in nature. Lukos did absolutely nothing to encourage Sil in his bad decisions...he merely facilitated them. Let the man do what he would have done anyway.
“Never...ever..letitbesaid that I don’t give you things,” Silanos slurred and put the drugs away again. Lukos grinned.
“I don’t think anyone would accuse you of being ungenerous,” he said and leaned back in his chair while the game began. Aside from the very occasional sip of his wine, he didn’t touch it much. Athanasia’s guess was right; Lukos definitely wanted to remain sober.
At that point, their new little friend decided that he would join the game, stating “This is all I have to spare. If I lose, then I'm out … unless I can wager a skill, a dare, or a favor instead.”
“That’s the spirit,” Lukos said, adding his own coins. Definitely not all he had on him, but enough to make the game enticing to the others, he supposed. The clinking of money drew another whore over just as surely as flies to horse dung. Her presence encouraged another. One whore stood behind Athanasia, leaning over suggestively to try and explain advantageous moves to the ‘young master’. How to throw dice better, so to speak, all the while trying to give a good enough view of her chest so that Athanasia would lose her wits and pay for a night with her instead.
The other whore bounced between Saro and Lukos, depending on the round and who was winning more money at the time. She was blatant about wanting to end up with the winner. Lukos gave her no encouragement. He planned to leave with Silanos and never let the man out of his sight.
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Silanos’s constant flouting of his wealth might have bothered the disguised princess, but it only made Lukos grin like a fox on the inside. The more inebriated and out of it Silanos became, the more that Lukos would be able to take from him. At least, that was the idea. The best part of this whole plan was that it was opportunistic in nature. Lukos did absolutely nothing to encourage Sil in his bad decisions...he merely facilitated them. Let the man do what he would have done anyway.
“Never...ever..letitbesaid that I don’t give you things,” Silanos slurred and put the drugs away again. Lukos grinned.
“I don’t think anyone would accuse you of being ungenerous,” he said and leaned back in his chair while the game began. Aside from the very occasional sip of his wine, he didn’t touch it much. Athanasia’s guess was right; Lukos definitely wanted to remain sober.
At that point, their new little friend decided that he would join the game, stating “This is all I have to spare. If I lose, then I'm out … unless I can wager a skill, a dare, or a favor instead.”
“That’s the spirit,” Lukos said, adding his own coins. Definitely not all he had on him, but enough to make the game enticing to the others, he supposed. The clinking of money drew another whore over just as surely as flies to horse dung. Her presence encouraged another. One whore stood behind Athanasia, leaning over suggestively to try and explain advantageous moves to the ‘young master’. How to throw dice better, so to speak, all the while trying to give a good enough view of her chest so that Athanasia would lose her wits and pay for a night with her instead.
The other whore bounced between Saro and Lukos, depending on the round and who was winning more money at the time. She was blatant about wanting to end up with the winner. Lukos gave her no encouragement. He planned to leave with Silanos and never let the man out of his sight.
Silanos’s constant flouting of his wealth might have bothered the disguised princess, but it only made Lukos grin like a fox on the inside. The more inebriated and out of it Silanos became, the more that Lukos would be able to take from him. At least, that was the idea. The best part of this whole plan was that it was opportunistic in nature. Lukos did absolutely nothing to encourage Sil in his bad decisions...he merely facilitated them. Let the man do what he would have done anyway.
“Never...ever..letitbesaid that I don’t give you things,” Silanos slurred and put the drugs away again. Lukos grinned.
“I don’t think anyone would accuse you of being ungenerous,” he said and leaned back in his chair while the game began. Aside from the very occasional sip of his wine, he didn’t touch it much. Athanasia’s guess was right; Lukos definitely wanted to remain sober.
At that point, their new little friend decided that he would join the game, stating “This is all I have to spare. If I lose, then I'm out … unless I can wager a skill, a dare, or a favor instead.”
“That’s the spirit,” Lukos said, adding his own coins. Definitely not all he had on him, but enough to make the game enticing to the others, he supposed. The clinking of money drew another whore over just as surely as flies to horse dung. Her presence encouraged another. One whore stood behind Athanasia, leaning over suggestively to try and explain advantageous moves to the ‘young master’. How to throw dice better, so to speak, all the while trying to give a good enough view of her chest so that Athanasia would lose her wits and pay for a night with her instead.
The other whore bounced between Saro and Lukos, depending on the round and who was winning more money at the time. She was blatant about wanting to end up with the winner. Lukos gave her no encouragement. He planned to leave with Silanos and never let the man out of his sight.
He couldn’t keep up with the game. The dice was rolling, and he was pretty sure he’d put up a stake, but that was mostly it. There was a girl on his knee, and he smiled at her out of habit before he suddenly recalled that he was going to get a girl for Tim. For Tim! His overworked, underfucked brother who needed to relax more than anyone he knew. If he thought he'd get away with it, Sil would’ve slipped him som poppy too, but for some reason, his brother saw to keep the wine well out of Sil’s reach.
“I want a blonde” he slurred to the girl who was nuzzling into his neck, oblivious to the dirty look she sent him when she pulled back. She was not a blonde, he noticed. But it wasn’t for him anyway and he knew that the good baron had a liking for those fair-haired girls.With that plan actioned - the whore flouncing off his lap like she was somehow offended, Silanos turned his attention back to the game, and to the rabble of companions he’d found himself with.
That was not new. He had a knack for finding himself in a crowd,and the young lord surveyed this one with a lofty sort of detachment. Mostly because he off his face and couldn’t claim to be attached to anything. Not even the ground. He was drifting somewhere, surely? But he knew Lukos. The other two were..eh. He didn’t care. Though the young boy seemed awfully..young and Sil blinked and tried to remember when he’d arrived. Maybe that’s what the pirate was into. With a secret little smirk he tucked that new knowledge away away somewhere where he stashed all of the important things he needed to remember when he was drunk. Mostly never to be remembered again except in odd , disconnected flashbacks.
“Hey kid” he called across the table to the boy. “I bet Lukos here would take a favour from you. Or no.maybe he’s more of a giver? You gonna let that chance pass you by, Lukos? He’s pretty”
He jostled the man beside him with his elbow, that little diversion keeping him amused for a little while. He put up another couple of stakes too, and rolled the dice, but had lost focus by the time it came to actually seeing if he’d won or lost anything.
And at some point, his attention was called by a woman coming and leaning over him, so he had to crane his neck to look up at her. A blonde.
“A blonde! For my brother!” Sil announced, and then pulled a face when she glanced at the other men he was sat with. “Urgh No. He’s not here. But don’t worry, you’ll be well rewarded for your time. Hesverybusyman. Important.” There was a vague waving of his hand to signify just how important, but Sil thought it might be lost in translation because she was looking at him oddly. Idiot. “Look, dont fucking hurt yourself. He's a BARON. And nothere.”
The younger Valaoritis looked around,heaved a sigh. “I’m bored. Lesgo” He was already pushing to his feet, more than a little unsteadily, but was impatient when no one else seemed to move. “Come onnnn. Go. You can bring your new friend” he nudged Lukos again. “Lukos is a sailor you know? Has a big..ship. Big ships. Maybe he needs a new cabin boy.”
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He couldn’t keep up with the game. The dice was rolling, and he was pretty sure he’d put up a stake, but that was mostly it. There was a girl on his knee, and he smiled at her out of habit before he suddenly recalled that he was going to get a girl for Tim. For Tim! His overworked, underfucked brother who needed to relax more than anyone he knew. If he thought he'd get away with it, Sil would’ve slipped him som poppy too, but for some reason, his brother saw to keep the wine well out of Sil’s reach.
“I want a blonde” he slurred to the girl who was nuzzling into his neck, oblivious to the dirty look she sent him when she pulled back. She was not a blonde, he noticed. But it wasn’t for him anyway and he knew that the good baron had a liking for those fair-haired girls.With that plan actioned - the whore flouncing off his lap like she was somehow offended, Silanos turned his attention back to the game, and to the rabble of companions he’d found himself with.
That was not new. He had a knack for finding himself in a crowd,and the young lord surveyed this one with a lofty sort of detachment. Mostly because he off his face and couldn’t claim to be attached to anything. Not even the ground. He was drifting somewhere, surely? But he knew Lukos. The other two were..eh. He didn’t care. Though the young boy seemed awfully..young and Sil blinked and tried to remember when he’d arrived. Maybe that’s what the pirate was into. With a secret little smirk he tucked that new knowledge away away somewhere where he stashed all of the important things he needed to remember when he was drunk. Mostly never to be remembered again except in odd , disconnected flashbacks.
“Hey kid” he called across the table to the boy. “I bet Lukos here would take a favour from you. Or no.maybe he’s more of a giver? You gonna let that chance pass you by, Lukos? He’s pretty”
He jostled the man beside him with his elbow, that little diversion keeping him amused for a little while. He put up another couple of stakes too, and rolled the dice, but had lost focus by the time it came to actually seeing if he’d won or lost anything.
And at some point, his attention was called by a woman coming and leaning over him, so he had to crane his neck to look up at her. A blonde.
“A blonde! For my brother!” Sil announced, and then pulled a face when she glanced at the other men he was sat with. “Urgh No. He’s not here. But don’t worry, you’ll be well rewarded for your time. Hesverybusyman. Important.” There was a vague waving of his hand to signify just how important, but Sil thought it might be lost in translation because she was looking at him oddly. Idiot. “Look, dont fucking hurt yourself. He's a BARON. And nothere.”
The younger Valaoritis looked around,heaved a sigh. “I’m bored. Lesgo” He was already pushing to his feet, more than a little unsteadily, but was impatient when no one else seemed to move. “Come onnnn. Go. You can bring your new friend” he nudged Lukos again. “Lukos is a sailor you know? Has a big..ship. Big ships. Maybe he needs a new cabin boy.”
He couldn’t keep up with the game. The dice was rolling, and he was pretty sure he’d put up a stake, but that was mostly it. There was a girl on his knee, and he smiled at her out of habit before he suddenly recalled that he was going to get a girl for Tim. For Tim! His overworked, underfucked brother who needed to relax more than anyone he knew. If he thought he'd get away with it, Sil would’ve slipped him som poppy too, but for some reason, his brother saw to keep the wine well out of Sil’s reach.
“I want a blonde” he slurred to the girl who was nuzzling into his neck, oblivious to the dirty look she sent him when she pulled back. She was not a blonde, he noticed. But it wasn’t for him anyway and he knew that the good baron had a liking for those fair-haired girls.With that plan actioned - the whore flouncing off his lap like she was somehow offended, Silanos turned his attention back to the game, and to the rabble of companions he’d found himself with.
That was not new. He had a knack for finding himself in a crowd,and the young lord surveyed this one with a lofty sort of detachment. Mostly because he off his face and couldn’t claim to be attached to anything. Not even the ground. He was drifting somewhere, surely? But he knew Lukos. The other two were..eh. He didn’t care. Though the young boy seemed awfully..young and Sil blinked and tried to remember when he’d arrived. Maybe that’s what the pirate was into. With a secret little smirk he tucked that new knowledge away away somewhere where he stashed all of the important things he needed to remember when he was drunk. Mostly never to be remembered again except in odd , disconnected flashbacks.
“Hey kid” he called across the table to the boy. “I bet Lukos here would take a favour from you. Or no.maybe he’s more of a giver? You gonna let that chance pass you by, Lukos? He’s pretty”
He jostled the man beside him with his elbow, that little diversion keeping him amused for a little while. He put up another couple of stakes too, and rolled the dice, but had lost focus by the time it came to actually seeing if he’d won or lost anything.
And at some point, his attention was called by a woman coming and leaning over him, so he had to crane his neck to look up at her. A blonde.
“A blonde! For my brother!” Sil announced, and then pulled a face when she glanced at the other men he was sat with. “Urgh No. He’s not here. But don’t worry, you’ll be well rewarded for your time. Hesverybusyman. Important.” There was a vague waving of his hand to signify just how important, but Sil thought it might be lost in translation because she was looking at him oddly. Idiot. “Look, dont fucking hurt yourself. He's a BARON. And nothere.”
The younger Valaoritis looked around,heaved a sigh. “I’m bored. Lesgo” He was already pushing to his feet, more than a little unsteadily, but was impatient when no one else seemed to move. “Come onnnn. Go. You can bring your new friend” he nudged Lukos again. “Lukos is a sailor you know? Has a big..ship. Big ships. Maybe he needs a new cabin boy.”
“A man? If you are a man, I am a King.” Saro laughed, raising an eyebrow as he looked at the boy who sat in front of them. If he was sixteen, the Gods clearly did not favour him, for he remained hairless and very feminine looking. He supposed that some people favoured boys who looked like girls, he personally had a taste for men who looked the part.
As the game started, Saro sipped at his wine, knowing that a cup or two more would not render him incapacitated. More often than not he was drunk when going through life, so he was used to his head spinning a little while he worked. He almost thought that it would be a detriment to him to be sober.
Saro observed as the overly intoxicated lord started rambling on about something, words slurring as he spoke. He could really only catch most of what he was going on about, yelling and going on. Saro never understood it, why a man like this was considered above common men and yet acted like a drunken idiot. His best guess was people could get away with anything they wanted as long as they had money.
He didn’t move right away, waiting to see what the others would do before he would take action. If he had to guess, the other man would get up to go with him, as that was his target it seemed, and the young boy would probably try to slip out while they were distracted by the drunk who stood before them. He wasn’t sure where he fit in this little band of misfits quite yet, but he knew the night was still young, and his instincts were telling him to go along with the group, that there was yet an adventure to be had that night. He had already had his fill of wine and whores, now he craved something of a more mischievous nature, and perhaps this was his way to exactly that.
He stood from the table after collecting any coins he had won, slipping them into the pouch along with the rest.
His interest peaked as Silanos declared Lukos as a sailor, and Saro looked at him for a moment. A sailor of any positive reputation would not be here, attempting to swindle a lord. And yet here was Lukos, doing just that. Saro got the feeling he was in the company of another less than honest sailor. He made note of it, to look into this man and any information that could be found about him. Perhaps they would be rivals for more than just any riches to be had from Silanos.
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“A man? If you are a man, I am a King.” Saro laughed, raising an eyebrow as he looked at the boy who sat in front of them. If he was sixteen, the Gods clearly did not favour him, for he remained hairless and very feminine looking. He supposed that some people favoured boys who looked like girls, he personally had a taste for men who looked the part.
As the game started, Saro sipped at his wine, knowing that a cup or two more would not render him incapacitated. More often than not he was drunk when going through life, so he was used to his head spinning a little while he worked. He almost thought that it would be a detriment to him to be sober.
Saro observed as the overly intoxicated lord started rambling on about something, words slurring as he spoke. He could really only catch most of what he was going on about, yelling and going on. Saro never understood it, why a man like this was considered above common men and yet acted like a drunken idiot. His best guess was people could get away with anything they wanted as long as they had money.
He didn’t move right away, waiting to see what the others would do before he would take action. If he had to guess, the other man would get up to go with him, as that was his target it seemed, and the young boy would probably try to slip out while they were distracted by the drunk who stood before them. He wasn’t sure where he fit in this little band of misfits quite yet, but he knew the night was still young, and his instincts were telling him to go along with the group, that there was yet an adventure to be had that night. He had already had his fill of wine and whores, now he craved something of a more mischievous nature, and perhaps this was his way to exactly that.
He stood from the table after collecting any coins he had won, slipping them into the pouch along with the rest.
His interest peaked as Silanos declared Lukos as a sailor, and Saro looked at him for a moment. A sailor of any positive reputation would not be here, attempting to swindle a lord. And yet here was Lukos, doing just that. Saro got the feeling he was in the company of another less than honest sailor. He made note of it, to look into this man and any information that could be found about him. Perhaps they would be rivals for more than just any riches to be had from Silanos.
“A man? If you are a man, I am a King.” Saro laughed, raising an eyebrow as he looked at the boy who sat in front of them. If he was sixteen, the Gods clearly did not favour him, for he remained hairless and very feminine looking. He supposed that some people favoured boys who looked like girls, he personally had a taste for men who looked the part.
As the game started, Saro sipped at his wine, knowing that a cup or two more would not render him incapacitated. More often than not he was drunk when going through life, so he was used to his head spinning a little while he worked. He almost thought that it would be a detriment to him to be sober.
Saro observed as the overly intoxicated lord started rambling on about something, words slurring as he spoke. He could really only catch most of what he was going on about, yelling and going on. Saro never understood it, why a man like this was considered above common men and yet acted like a drunken idiot. His best guess was people could get away with anything they wanted as long as they had money.
He didn’t move right away, waiting to see what the others would do before he would take action. If he had to guess, the other man would get up to go with him, as that was his target it seemed, and the young boy would probably try to slip out while they were distracted by the drunk who stood before them. He wasn’t sure where he fit in this little band of misfits quite yet, but he knew the night was still young, and his instincts were telling him to go along with the group, that there was yet an adventure to be had that night. He had already had his fill of wine and whores, now he craved something of a more mischievous nature, and perhaps this was his way to exactly that.
He stood from the table after collecting any coins he had won, slipping them into the pouch along with the rest.
His interest peaked as Silanos declared Lukos as a sailor, and Saro looked at him for a moment. A sailor of any positive reputation would not be here, attempting to swindle a lord. And yet here was Lukos, doing just that. Saro got the feeling he was in the company of another less than honest sailor. He made note of it, to look into this man and any information that could be found about him. Perhaps they would be rivals for more than just any riches to be had from Silanos.
“A man? If you are a man, I am a King.”
Athanasia gave Saro a mocking bow. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty,” she smirked sarcastically. One of the reasons she liked traipsing about the city in disguise was that she didn't have to watch what she did or said. She had heard herself described as having a 'scathing wit,' which she considered to be a compliment. For a royal, though, throwing around acerbic comments would be social suicide. A street entertainer had a lot more freedom than a princess.
The game began and soon she found herself singled out by an enterprising whore who leaned over her and gave her some awful advice, as if she had absolutely no idea how to play. Athanasia had hoped to avoid interacting with the prostitutes. She had thought she was safe because who wanted a mere boy when they could have a more experienced man? The princess felt quite uncomfortable with a pair of barely-covered breasts in her face, though she had to admit that the woman was quite pretty. And she smelled nice too, like roses.
She was playing her own game, the princess knew, trying to entice her into paying for a tumble. If she knew I was a woman, she would take her business elsewhere. Athanasia endured her presence, staying in character as Kassandros and acting as if 'he' was flattered by her attentions. She didn't have to will a blush to her cheeks. It came quite naturally, for she wasn't accustomed to seeing so much flesh, even when she looked at herself nude in the mirror. The whore was extremely well-endowed.
Silanos addressed her rudely and dared suggest that Lukos ask a sexual favor of her. She had not even thought of that possibility when she had suggested betting favors instead of money. The dark-haired, broad-shouldered man was quite attractive, but she didn't provide that kind of entertainment when she was masquerading as a peasant, either in male or female guise.
Thinking quickly, Athanasia pulled the whore onto her lap. “Sorry, but he's not my type. He has the wrong plumbing.”
“But I don't,” the strumpet purred, wrapping her arms around the princess' neck and planting a kiss upon her lips. Her first instinct was to pull away but that would look suspicious to her companions and so she pretended she enjoyed it instead. In fact, it was quite a nice gentle kiss, nothing like the one Silanos gave her. The whore's lips were surprisingly soft and had a pleasant taste.
When the woman broke the kiss, Athanasia could feel her cheeks burning, but she was more bemused than embarrassed. Silanos then stood up and announced his intention to leave, presumably with Lukos, who was apparently the captain of a ship. “I don't think the life of a sailor is for me,” she remarked, turning to Lukos. “But I would love to see your ship. I've never been on one before.”
Pushing the floozy off of her lap, Athanasia stood as well. The pretty whore pouted. “Didn't you like my kiss?” she asked.
Seeing her chance to get a bit of revenge, she looked straight at Silanos. “You kiss much better than that lord does.” It wasn't exactly true. Both kisses were appealing in their own way. The point was to make Silanos wonder how a boy he had just met knew how he kissed. He was so drunk, he would never be able to figure out the truth.
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“A man? If you are a man, I am a King.”
Athanasia gave Saro a mocking bow. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty,” she smirked sarcastically. One of the reasons she liked traipsing about the city in disguise was that she didn't have to watch what she did or said. She had heard herself described as having a 'scathing wit,' which she considered to be a compliment. For a royal, though, throwing around acerbic comments would be social suicide. A street entertainer had a lot more freedom than a princess.
The game began and soon she found herself singled out by an enterprising whore who leaned over her and gave her some awful advice, as if she had absolutely no idea how to play. Athanasia had hoped to avoid interacting with the prostitutes. She had thought she was safe because who wanted a mere boy when they could have a more experienced man? The princess felt quite uncomfortable with a pair of barely-covered breasts in her face, though she had to admit that the woman was quite pretty. And she smelled nice too, like roses.
She was playing her own game, the princess knew, trying to entice her into paying for a tumble. If she knew I was a woman, she would take her business elsewhere. Athanasia endured her presence, staying in character as Kassandros and acting as if 'he' was flattered by her attentions. She didn't have to will a blush to her cheeks. It came quite naturally, for she wasn't accustomed to seeing so much flesh, even when she looked at herself nude in the mirror. The whore was extremely well-endowed.
Silanos addressed her rudely and dared suggest that Lukos ask a sexual favor of her. She had not even thought of that possibility when she had suggested betting favors instead of money. The dark-haired, broad-shouldered man was quite attractive, but she didn't provide that kind of entertainment when she was masquerading as a peasant, either in male or female guise.
Thinking quickly, Athanasia pulled the whore onto her lap. “Sorry, but he's not my type. He has the wrong plumbing.”
“But I don't,” the strumpet purred, wrapping her arms around the princess' neck and planting a kiss upon her lips. Her first instinct was to pull away but that would look suspicious to her companions and so she pretended she enjoyed it instead. In fact, it was quite a nice gentle kiss, nothing like the one Silanos gave her. The whore's lips were surprisingly soft and had a pleasant taste.
When the woman broke the kiss, Athanasia could feel her cheeks burning, but she was more bemused than embarrassed. Silanos then stood up and announced his intention to leave, presumably with Lukos, who was apparently the captain of a ship. “I don't think the life of a sailor is for me,” she remarked, turning to Lukos. “But I would love to see your ship. I've never been on one before.”
Pushing the floozy off of her lap, Athanasia stood as well. The pretty whore pouted. “Didn't you like my kiss?” she asked.
Seeing her chance to get a bit of revenge, she looked straight at Silanos. “You kiss much better than that lord does.” It wasn't exactly true. Both kisses were appealing in their own way. The point was to make Silanos wonder how a boy he had just met knew how he kissed. He was so drunk, he would never be able to figure out the truth.
“A man? If you are a man, I am a King.”
Athanasia gave Saro a mocking bow. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty,” she smirked sarcastically. One of the reasons she liked traipsing about the city in disguise was that she didn't have to watch what she did or said. She had heard herself described as having a 'scathing wit,' which she considered to be a compliment. For a royal, though, throwing around acerbic comments would be social suicide. A street entertainer had a lot more freedom than a princess.
The game began and soon she found herself singled out by an enterprising whore who leaned over her and gave her some awful advice, as if she had absolutely no idea how to play. Athanasia had hoped to avoid interacting with the prostitutes. She had thought she was safe because who wanted a mere boy when they could have a more experienced man? The princess felt quite uncomfortable with a pair of barely-covered breasts in her face, though she had to admit that the woman was quite pretty. And she smelled nice too, like roses.
She was playing her own game, the princess knew, trying to entice her into paying for a tumble. If she knew I was a woman, she would take her business elsewhere. Athanasia endured her presence, staying in character as Kassandros and acting as if 'he' was flattered by her attentions. She didn't have to will a blush to her cheeks. It came quite naturally, for she wasn't accustomed to seeing so much flesh, even when she looked at herself nude in the mirror. The whore was extremely well-endowed.
Silanos addressed her rudely and dared suggest that Lukos ask a sexual favor of her. She had not even thought of that possibility when she had suggested betting favors instead of money. The dark-haired, broad-shouldered man was quite attractive, but she didn't provide that kind of entertainment when she was masquerading as a peasant, either in male or female guise.
Thinking quickly, Athanasia pulled the whore onto her lap. “Sorry, but he's not my type. He has the wrong plumbing.”
“But I don't,” the strumpet purred, wrapping her arms around the princess' neck and planting a kiss upon her lips. Her first instinct was to pull away but that would look suspicious to her companions and so she pretended she enjoyed it instead. In fact, it was quite a nice gentle kiss, nothing like the one Silanos gave her. The whore's lips were surprisingly soft and had a pleasant taste.
When the woman broke the kiss, Athanasia could feel her cheeks burning, but she was more bemused than embarrassed. Silanos then stood up and announced his intention to leave, presumably with Lukos, who was apparently the captain of a ship. “I don't think the life of a sailor is for me,” she remarked, turning to Lukos. “But I would love to see your ship. I've never been on one before.”
Pushing the floozy off of her lap, Athanasia stood as well. The pretty whore pouted. “Didn't you like my kiss?” she asked.
Seeing her chance to get a bit of revenge, she looked straight at Silanos. “You kiss much better than that lord does.” It wasn't exactly true. Both kisses were appealing in their own way. The point was to make Silanos wonder how a boy he had just met knew how he kissed. He was so drunk, he would never be able to figure out the truth.
The whore on Silanos’s lap was a good sort of girl, in Lukos’s opinion. As good as a whore could be, at any rate. She was sweet, passably pretty, and did what she was told. She also had long, thick, dark tresses that Lukos personally found extremely attractive but the girl wasn’t good enough for the Lord Silanos. The pirate arched an eyebrow as Silanos slurred out in barely intelligible language that he wanted a blonde. Lukos’s eyes were on the whore’s back as she flounced away, not hiding her irritation. Well.
“Hey kid,I bet Lukos here would take a favour from you. Or no.maybe he’s more of a giver? You gonna let that chance pass you by, Lukos? He’s pretty.” Silanos jabbed at Saro and Lukos stared at him. He sat with his hands clenched into fists, nails digging into the meat of his palms.
“You should have told me you wanted boys,” Lukos said through gritted teeth. “We would have gone to a different part of the city.” The dumping Silanos straight off a cliff face part of the city. There were very few boundaries Lukos wouldn’t cross but that was definitely one of them. He didn’t do it, didn’t allow his men to do it, and took care to rid Greece of any man he found doing it. Thankfully Silanos moved on and Lukos relaxed a fraction, but he didn’t look over at the boy beside him, pointedly showing zero interest in Silanos’s suggested activity.
Thankfully, Kass also didn’t have any interest and pulled the whore onto his lap. That made Lukos laugh because the boy was so young and the whore was much too large and experienced for him. As soon as the whore kissed him, Kass turned read and Lukos found that funnier still. “Careful, boy. Whores aren’t your usual woman. They’re much more forward.”
The game went on but for a mercifully short period of time. Silanos finally appeared to have become bored and ordered them all up, touting Lukos’s huge...ship. Somewhere in the intervening minutes, Lukos had regained his humor, only for Silanos to make another comment about the boy with them.
“My lord,” he said with a tight smile. “If you want to keep your teeth in your mouth, you’ll quit alluding to your preference for young boys or the imagined one of mine.” He caught Saro’s eye at that moment and, not being able to read the other man’s thoughts, assumed they were both disgusted with Sil’s behavior. And to a certain extent, they were, but at the moment that Lukos was considering punching Silanos’s face until the man’s teeth fell out, Saro had been considering Lukos’s reputation and rightly guessing that it wasn’t honest.
At that moment, Kass stood and mentioned he’d like to see the ship. Lukos eyed the whore that the lad had just shoved away but wasn’t overly tempted. There was money to make. He could satisfy momentary whims later. Besides, if he got Silanos on his ship, there was a much easier chance to strip him of his funds.
“Then off to my ship we shall go!” he clapped his hands together and stepped between Saro and Silanos, helping the blonde whore to shoulder some of the burden of the very out-of-it lord. “This way, my odd friends.” He mainly wanted to be close to Silanos to cut off any attempt of Saro’s to take money. The trip through the zig zag streets wasn’t too long, as they were fairly close to the docks and the seedier part of town. Upon reaching the harbor, Lukos abruptly dropped Silanos, not overly caring if the man fell flat on his face, and pointed to a black ship bobbing placidly up and down on the risen tide. If the sun was out, they would have been able to see smooth, lovely black wood and deep crimson sails, but with the darkness, it was all shadowed silhouette in the torchlight that didn’t reach further up than midway on the masts.
A hulking, huge bald man eyed them as they came closer to the ship.
”What’s that you’ve got?” Arktos called, confused by Lukos’s reappearance, and with friends. Very unlike the captain.
“They want to see the ship,” Lukos called up and had both Saro and Kass go ahead of him up the gangplank. Arktos, a seven foot tall giant of a man eyed them all in suspicion.
”What’s to see?” he griped. ”It’s a ship.”
Lukos rolled his eyes and introduced his first mate to the group and then Saro, Kass, and Lord Silanos to Arktos. Once Arktos heard the word ‘lord’, a sudden understanding dawned on his meaty face and he grinned, dropping into an awkward bow.
”Pardon me, my lord. We is happy to have such as like you on here our ship, this.”
Lukos stared at him, tilting his head with a what-the-fuck-was-that? Look but shook it off and swept his hand around the deck. “Not much to see at night. Saro, I think you know well enough what one looks like, I expect?”
The deck was clean, with only gigantic coils of rope kept off to the sides and two boats barely big enough for four people kept suspended and ready to drop into the water when necessary. A huge square in the deck led down into the hold where the captain’s cabin was below, and then from there to where the rowers would sit and still further to a third deck where cargo and slaves were kept. There were currently no slaves aboard, merely empty cages, but none of that was visible from the mid deck where they now stood.
“As interesting as you all hoped, I trust?” Lukos asked a little sarcastically. Rarely did anyone ever ask to board his ship. Mostly they cried or shouted or hit their way up the gangplank, trying to get off it.
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The whore on Silanos’s lap was a good sort of girl, in Lukos’s opinion. As good as a whore could be, at any rate. She was sweet, passably pretty, and did what she was told. She also had long, thick, dark tresses that Lukos personally found extremely attractive but the girl wasn’t good enough for the Lord Silanos. The pirate arched an eyebrow as Silanos slurred out in barely intelligible language that he wanted a blonde. Lukos’s eyes were on the whore’s back as she flounced away, not hiding her irritation. Well.
“Hey kid,I bet Lukos here would take a favour from you. Or no.maybe he’s more of a giver? You gonna let that chance pass you by, Lukos? He’s pretty.” Silanos jabbed at Saro and Lukos stared at him. He sat with his hands clenched into fists, nails digging into the meat of his palms.
“You should have told me you wanted boys,” Lukos said through gritted teeth. “We would have gone to a different part of the city.” The dumping Silanos straight off a cliff face part of the city. There were very few boundaries Lukos wouldn’t cross but that was definitely one of them. He didn’t do it, didn’t allow his men to do it, and took care to rid Greece of any man he found doing it. Thankfully Silanos moved on and Lukos relaxed a fraction, but he didn’t look over at the boy beside him, pointedly showing zero interest in Silanos’s suggested activity.
Thankfully, Kass also didn’t have any interest and pulled the whore onto his lap. That made Lukos laugh because the boy was so young and the whore was much too large and experienced for him. As soon as the whore kissed him, Kass turned read and Lukos found that funnier still. “Careful, boy. Whores aren’t your usual woman. They’re much more forward.”
The game went on but for a mercifully short period of time. Silanos finally appeared to have become bored and ordered them all up, touting Lukos’s huge...ship. Somewhere in the intervening minutes, Lukos had regained his humor, only for Silanos to make another comment about the boy with them.
“My lord,” he said with a tight smile. “If you want to keep your teeth in your mouth, you’ll quit alluding to your preference for young boys or the imagined one of mine.” He caught Saro’s eye at that moment and, not being able to read the other man’s thoughts, assumed they were both disgusted with Sil’s behavior. And to a certain extent, they were, but at the moment that Lukos was considering punching Silanos’s face until the man’s teeth fell out, Saro had been considering Lukos’s reputation and rightly guessing that it wasn’t honest.
At that moment, Kass stood and mentioned he’d like to see the ship. Lukos eyed the whore that the lad had just shoved away but wasn’t overly tempted. There was money to make. He could satisfy momentary whims later. Besides, if he got Silanos on his ship, there was a much easier chance to strip him of his funds.
“Then off to my ship we shall go!” he clapped his hands together and stepped between Saro and Silanos, helping the blonde whore to shoulder some of the burden of the very out-of-it lord. “This way, my odd friends.” He mainly wanted to be close to Silanos to cut off any attempt of Saro’s to take money. The trip through the zig zag streets wasn’t too long, as they were fairly close to the docks and the seedier part of town. Upon reaching the harbor, Lukos abruptly dropped Silanos, not overly caring if the man fell flat on his face, and pointed to a black ship bobbing placidly up and down on the risen tide. If the sun was out, they would have been able to see smooth, lovely black wood and deep crimson sails, but with the darkness, it was all shadowed silhouette in the torchlight that didn’t reach further up than midway on the masts.
A hulking, huge bald man eyed them as they came closer to the ship.
”What’s that you’ve got?” Arktos called, confused by Lukos’s reappearance, and with friends. Very unlike the captain.
“They want to see the ship,” Lukos called up and had both Saro and Kass go ahead of him up the gangplank. Arktos, a seven foot tall giant of a man eyed them all in suspicion.
”What’s to see?” he griped. ”It’s a ship.”
Lukos rolled his eyes and introduced his first mate to the group and then Saro, Kass, and Lord Silanos to Arktos. Once Arktos heard the word ‘lord’, a sudden understanding dawned on his meaty face and he grinned, dropping into an awkward bow.
”Pardon me, my lord. We is happy to have such as like you on here our ship, this.”
Lukos stared at him, tilting his head with a what-the-fuck-was-that? Look but shook it off and swept his hand around the deck. “Not much to see at night. Saro, I think you know well enough what one looks like, I expect?”
The deck was clean, with only gigantic coils of rope kept off to the sides and two boats barely big enough for four people kept suspended and ready to drop into the water when necessary. A huge square in the deck led down into the hold where the captain’s cabin was below, and then from there to where the rowers would sit and still further to a third deck where cargo and slaves were kept. There were currently no slaves aboard, merely empty cages, but none of that was visible from the mid deck where they now stood.
“As interesting as you all hoped, I trust?” Lukos asked a little sarcastically. Rarely did anyone ever ask to board his ship. Mostly they cried or shouted or hit their way up the gangplank, trying to get off it.
The whore on Silanos’s lap was a good sort of girl, in Lukos’s opinion. As good as a whore could be, at any rate. She was sweet, passably pretty, and did what she was told. She also had long, thick, dark tresses that Lukos personally found extremely attractive but the girl wasn’t good enough for the Lord Silanos. The pirate arched an eyebrow as Silanos slurred out in barely intelligible language that he wanted a blonde. Lukos’s eyes were on the whore’s back as she flounced away, not hiding her irritation. Well.
“Hey kid,I bet Lukos here would take a favour from you. Or no.maybe he’s more of a giver? You gonna let that chance pass you by, Lukos? He’s pretty.” Silanos jabbed at Saro and Lukos stared at him. He sat with his hands clenched into fists, nails digging into the meat of his palms.
“You should have told me you wanted boys,” Lukos said through gritted teeth. “We would have gone to a different part of the city.” The dumping Silanos straight off a cliff face part of the city. There were very few boundaries Lukos wouldn’t cross but that was definitely one of them. He didn’t do it, didn’t allow his men to do it, and took care to rid Greece of any man he found doing it. Thankfully Silanos moved on and Lukos relaxed a fraction, but he didn’t look over at the boy beside him, pointedly showing zero interest in Silanos’s suggested activity.
Thankfully, Kass also didn’t have any interest and pulled the whore onto his lap. That made Lukos laugh because the boy was so young and the whore was much too large and experienced for him. As soon as the whore kissed him, Kass turned read and Lukos found that funnier still. “Careful, boy. Whores aren’t your usual woman. They’re much more forward.”
The game went on but for a mercifully short period of time. Silanos finally appeared to have become bored and ordered them all up, touting Lukos’s huge...ship. Somewhere in the intervening minutes, Lukos had regained his humor, only for Silanos to make another comment about the boy with them.
“My lord,” he said with a tight smile. “If you want to keep your teeth in your mouth, you’ll quit alluding to your preference for young boys or the imagined one of mine.” He caught Saro’s eye at that moment and, not being able to read the other man’s thoughts, assumed they were both disgusted with Sil’s behavior. And to a certain extent, they were, but at the moment that Lukos was considering punching Silanos’s face until the man’s teeth fell out, Saro had been considering Lukos’s reputation and rightly guessing that it wasn’t honest.
At that moment, Kass stood and mentioned he’d like to see the ship. Lukos eyed the whore that the lad had just shoved away but wasn’t overly tempted. There was money to make. He could satisfy momentary whims later. Besides, if he got Silanos on his ship, there was a much easier chance to strip him of his funds.
“Then off to my ship we shall go!” he clapped his hands together and stepped between Saro and Silanos, helping the blonde whore to shoulder some of the burden of the very out-of-it lord. “This way, my odd friends.” He mainly wanted to be close to Silanos to cut off any attempt of Saro’s to take money. The trip through the zig zag streets wasn’t too long, as they were fairly close to the docks and the seedier part of town. Upon reaching the harbor, Lukos abruptly dropped Silanos, not overly caring if the man fell flat on his face, and pointed to a black ship bobbing placidly up and down on the risen tide. If the sun was out, they would have been able to see smooth, lovely black wood and deep crimson sails, but with the darkness, it was all shadowed silhouette in the torchlight that didn’t reach further up than midway on the masts.
A hulking, huge bald man eyed them as they came closer to the ship.
”What’s that you’ve got?” Arktos called, confused by Lukos’s reappearance, and with friends. Very unlike the captain.
“They want to see the ship,” Lukos called up and had both Saro and Kass go ahead of him up the gangplank. Arktos, a seven foot tall giant of a man eyed them all in suspicion.
”What’s to see?” he griped. ”It’s a ship.”
Lukos rolled his eyes and introduced his first mate to the group and then Saro, Kass, and Lord Silanos to Arktos. Once Arktos heard the word ‘lord’, a sudden understanding dawned on his meaty face and he grinned, dropping into an awkward bow.
”Pardon me, my lord. We is happy to have such as like you on here our ship, this.”
Lukos stared at him, tilting his head with a what-the-fuck-was-that? Look but shook it off and swept his hand around the deck. “Not much to see at night. Saro, I think you know well enough what one looks like, I expect?”
The deck was clean, with only gigantic coils of rope kept off to the sides and two boats barely big enough for four people kept suspended and ready to drop into the water when necessary. A huge square in the deck led down into the hold where the captain’s cabin was below, and then from there to where the rowers would sit and still further to a third deck where cargo and slaves were kept. There were currently no slaves aboard, merely empty cages, but none of that was visible from the mid deck where they now stood.
“As interesting as you all hoped, I trust?” Lukos asked a little sarcastically. Rarely did anyone ever ask to board his ship. Mostly they cried or shouted or hit their way up the gangplank, trying to get off it.
Silanos wasn’t averse to saying things just to get a reaction. In fact he rather thrived on it. It was a dangerous game to play when he was out of it as he was, because he’d already looked away before he could register the way in which his goading had been taken, how livid the pirate looked.
And by the time he got to his feet, swaying like a young sapling in a strong breeze, he was ready to tug at that same thread, this time laughing as Lukos snapped at him. He held his hands up before him in a placating manner, the amusement not fading as he spoke. “Alright touchy. I didn’t…” Sil paused and wobbled a little, bracing himself on the table. His head was swimming. Maybe should..fresh air would help “...didn’t realise you were so sensitive. I like my teeth where they are just fine”
Which was still in his mouth. He gave them a little tap for emphasis, and then turned blue eyes to the boy who’d been the subject of his baiting of the pirate, blinking as the lad seemed to speak to him. His expression was lax, confused, because he didn’t get the joke, if it were meant to be one. “I don’t..” he wasn’t sure what he was protesting really, he didn’t do men. Had tried it once and it made his skin crawl. And he was pretty sure he’d not…
The appearance of Lukos at his side got in the way of the befuddled stare he'd been aiming at the youth, and Sil let it go, making his unsteady way towards the door and the fresh air that he felt like he needed. Where were they going again?
There was something of a fog in the young lord’s recollection of the journey through the streets of Midas and down to the harbour. A thick fog, in that he did not remember it, just staggered as the supporting arm of the pirate was abruptly removed and they were suddenly by the water. Silanos didn’t really care for ships, and he gawked at the giant of a man, whose words made no sense. Or maybe they did. He didn’t fucking know or care.
“My brother is not here, either” he told the blonde, who was busy calculating how much extra she’d be asking for having to traipse half away across the city. Silanos was the bill payer though, she’d figured out that much already, and so she helped the man make his way safely up the gangplank to stand upon the very dull deck of the ship.
Sil shook off her touch, shambled a little further down toward the bow of the ship. He felt a little..off. Hot, and his stomach roiled, confused by the spinning in his head and the gentle undulations of the ship as it sat upon the water. The sudden flood of saliva in his mouth was all the warning the lord had before he heaved and there was the wet splatter of vomit hitting the wood of the deck. Silanos wobbled and barely avoided pitching forward into it, snagging a hold on the side rail instead as he spat and pinched his nose. “..Bad wine” he muttered, to noone in particular.
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Silanos wasn’t averse to saying things just to get a reaction. In fact he rather thrived on it. It was a dangerous game to play when he was out of it as he was, because he’d already looked away before he could register the way in which his goading had been taken, how livid the pirate looked.
And by the time he got to his feet, swaying like a young sapling in a strong breeze, he was ready to tug at that same thread, this time laughing as Lukos snapped at him. He held his hands up before him in a placating manner, the amusement not fading as he spoke. “Alright touchy. I didn’t…” Sil paused and wobbled a little, bracing himself on the table. His head was swimming. Maybe should..fresh air would help “...didn’t realise you were so sensitive. I like my teeth where they are just fine”
Which was still in his mouth. He gave them a little tap for emphasis, and then turned blue eyes to the boy who’d been the subject of his baiting of the pirate, blinking as the lad seemed to speak to him. His expression was lax, confused, because he didn’t get the joke, if it were meant to be one. “I don’t..” he wasn’t sure what he was protesting really, he didn’t do men. Had tried it once and it made his skin crawl. And he was pretty sure he’d not…
The appearance of Lukos at his side got in the way of the befuddled stare he'd been aiming at the youth, and Sil let it go, making his unsteady way towards the door and the fresh air that he felt like he needed. Where were they going again?
There was something of a fog in the young lord’s recollection of the journey through the streets of Midas and down to the harbour. A thick fog, in that he did not remember it, just staggered as the supporting arm of the pirate was abruptly removed and they were suddenly by the water. Silanos didn’t really care for ships, and he gawked at the giant of a man, whose words made no sense. Or maybe they did. He didn’t fucking know or care.
“My brother is not here, either” he told the blonde, who was busy calculating how much extra she’d be asking for having to traipse half away across the city. Silanos was the bill payer though, she’d figured out that much already, and so she helped the man make his way safely up the gangplank to stand upon the very dull deck of the ship.
Sil shook off her touch, shambled a little further down toward the bow of the ship. He felt a little..off. Hot, and his stomach roiled, confused by the spinning in his head and the gentle undulations of the ship as it sat upon the water. The sudden flood of saliva in his mouth was all the warning the lord had before he heaved and there was the wet splatter of vomit hitting the wood of the deck. Silanos wobbled and barely avoided pitching forward into it, snagging a hold on the side rail instead as he spat and pinched his nose. “..Bad wine” he muttered, to noone in particular.
Silanos wasn’t averse to saying things just to get a reaction. In fact he rather thrived on it. It was a dangerous game to play when he was out of it as he was, because he’d already looked away before he could register the way in which his goading had been taken, how livid the pirate looked.
And by the time he got to his feet, swaying like a young sapling in a strong breeze, he was ready to tug at that same thread, this time laughing as Lukos snapped at him. He held his hands up before him in a placating manner, the amusement not fading as he spoke. “Alright touchy. I didn’t…” Sil paused and wobbled a little, bracing himself on the table. His head was swimming. Maybe should..fresh air would help “...didn’t realise you were so sensitive. I like my teeth where they are just fine”
Which was still in his mouth. He gave them a little tap for emphasis, and then turned blue eyes to the boy who’d been the subject of his baiting of the pirate, blinking as the lad seemed to speak to him. His expression was lax, confused, because he didn’t get the joke, if it were meant to be one. “I don’t..” he wasn’t sure what he was protesting really, he didn’t do men. Had tried it once and it made his skin crawl. And he was pretty sure he’d not…
The appearance of Lukos at his side got in the way of the befuddled stare he'd been aiming at the youth, and Sil let it go, making his unsteady way towards the door and the fresh air that he felt like he needed. Where were they going again?
There was something of a fog in the young lord’s recollection of the journey through the streets of Midas and down to the harbour. A thick fog, in that he did not remember it, just staggered as the supporting arm of the pirate was abruptly removed and they were suddenly by the water. Silanos didn’t really care for ships, and he gawked at the giant of a man, whose words made no sense. Or maybe they did. He didn’t fucking know or care.
“My brother is not here, either” he told the blonde, who was busy calculating how much extra she’d be asking for having to traipse half away across the city. Silanos was the bill payer though, she’d figured out that much already, and so she helped the man make his way safely up the gangplank to stand upon the very dull deck of the ship.
Sil shook off her touch, shambled a little further down toward the bow of the ship. He felt a little..off. Hot, and his stomach roiled, confused by the spinning in his head and the gentle undulations of the ship as it sat upon the water. The sudden flood of saliva in his mouth was all the warning the lord had before he heaved and there was the wet splatter of vomit hitting the wood of the deck. Silanos wobbled and barely avoided pitching forward into it, snagging a hold on the side rail instead as he spat and pinched his nose. “..Bad wine” he muttered, to noone in particular.
Saro laughed at the bow he was given after his comment, at least the boy had a sense of humour, even if he was an unwilling party who had been forced to join the three men in what was shaping up to be quite an odd night. Saro was enjoying himself, it was more entertainment than he had thought he was going to get that night.
Saro couldn’t help but study the young boys interactions with the whore who was doing her best to get some money out of the kid. He seemed, nervous almost, the way he sat and held himself showed as much. Saro couldn’t imagine a young man not being totally entranced by a pair of barely covered tits being right out in the open like that. There was something strange about this boy indeed, and Saro’s curiosity for what secrets this kid was hiding was almost more enticing than the potential for gold that the drunken lord held. The other man, Lukos, seemed to have that money claimed, which didn’t mean Saro wouldn’t seize an opportunity to take valuables if it presented himself, but at least for the moment, he was more curious about this strange boy.
Saro caught his comment about kissing better than the drunken lord, and his eyebrow shot up in question, though he kept his mouth shut for now. That comment had sealed it, Saro needed to know who this boy was, his curiosity pulled stronger than his thirst for gold.
Saro took note of Lukos’ anger at the continued comments of sexual favours from the boy. He seemed to get irrationally angry, or at least Saro thought such things irrational. Clearly he was not one for same-sex relations, which seemed to be a fairly common theme, though he had never seen someone get quite so angry about the very idea of it. He made no comment or move, easily playing it cool. It was not the first time, nor would if be the last time that Saro would have to hide his preference for men. Not that he thought that would be an issue, there was no reason for it to come up with this group.
Saro did not protest as Lukos seemed to specifically cut him off from the lord as the group began to make their way out of the whorehouse. He made no move to contest such things, if Lukos was that desperate for what little gold the drunkard might still have on him, then he could have it. Saro was not about to start a fight without knowing if the treasure at the end of the trail was truly worth it.
As they approached the ship, Saro studied it. He had not seen the likes of it before, which was a good thing, there would be no history of ill will between the crew Saro sailed with and Lukos’ own. He took a moment to look further down the dock where his own ship bobbed in the waters, and a little pang of yearning hit him. How he wished he was out on the waters now. He diverted his attention back to Lukos’ ship, climbing easily aboard.
His eyes had been scanning every detail of the vessel, noting anything that was worth noting when he was addressed. A cheeky grin came across his face.
“I’ve seen a ship or two in my time.” He agreed. There was nothing particularly of interest, at least not where they currently stood. He briefly wondered how many men currently manned the vessel, and if he would be able to slip away from the group and uncover the hidden secrets the ship likely held below deck.
Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted, and he turned in time to see the Lord puking on the deck of the ship. He snickered a little, eyes turning to Lukos. The man seemed easily angered, so he doubted that he would take kindly to such a thing, whether he was trying to get money out of the drunk or not. Saro simply stood there and waited to see what would unfold next.
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Saro laughed at the bow he was given after his comment, at least the boy had a sense of humour, even if he was an unwilling party who had been forced to join the three men in what was shaping up to be quite an odd night. Saro was enjoying himself, it was more entertainment than he had thought he was going to get that night.
Saro couldn’t help but study the young boys interactions with the whore who was doing her best to get some money out of the kid. He seemed, nervous almost, the way he sat and held himself showed as much. Saro couldn’t imagine a young man not being totally entranced by a pair of barely covered tits being right out in the open like that. There was something strange about this boy indeed, and Saro’s curiosity for what secrets this kid was hiding was almost more enticing than the potential for gold that the drunken lord held. The other man, Lukos, seemed to have that money claimed, which didn’t mean Saro wouldn’t seize an opportunity to take valuables if it presented himself, but at least for the moment, he was more curious about this strange boy.
Saro caught his comment about kissing better than the drunken lord, and his eyebrow shot up in question, though he kept his mouth shut for now. That comment had sealed it, Saro needed to know who this boy was, his curiosity pulled stronger than his thirst for gold.
Saro took note of Lukos’ anger at the continued comments of sexual favours from the boy. He seemed to get irrationally angry, or at least Saro thought such things irrational. Clearly he was not one for same-sex relations, which seemed to be a fairly common theme, though he had never seen someone get quite so angry about the very idea of it. He made no comment or move, easily playing it cool. It was not the first time, nor would if be the last time that Saro would have to hide his preference for men. Not that he thought that would be an issue, there was no reason for it to come up with this group.
Saro did not protest as Lukos seemed to specifically cut him off from the lord as the group began to make their way out of the whorehouse. He made no move to contest such things, if Lukos was that desperate for what little gold the drunkard might still have on him, then he could have it. Saro was not about to start a fight without knowing if the treasure at the end of the trail was truly worth it.
As they approached the ship, Saro studied it. He had not seen the likes of it before, which was a good thing, there would be no history of ill will between the crew Saro sailed with and Lukos’ own. He took a moment to look further down the dock where his own ship bobbed in the waters, and a little pang of yearning hit him. How he wished he was out on the waters now. He diverted his attention back to Lukos’ ship, climbing easily aboard.
His eyes had been scanning every detail of the vessel, noting anything that was worth noting when he was addressed. A cheeky grin came across his face.
“I’ve seen a ship or two in my time.” He agreed. There was nothing particularly of interest, at least not where they currently stood. He briefly wondered how many men currently manned the vessel, and if he would be able to slip away from the group and uncover the hidden secrets the ship likely held below deck.
Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted, and he turned in time to see the Lord puking on the deck of the ship. He snickered a little, eyes turning to Lukos. The man seemed easily angered, so he doubted that he would take kindly to such a thing, whether he was trying to get money out of the drunk or not. Saro simply stood there and waited to see what would unfold next.
Saro laughed at the bow he was given after his comment, at least the boy had a sense of humour, even if he was an unwilling party who had been forced to join the three men in what was shaping up to be quite an odd night. Saro was enjoying himself, it was more entertainment than he had thought he was going to get that night.
Saro couldn’t help but study the young boys interactions with the whore who was doing her best to get some money out of the kid. He seemed, nervous almost, the way he sat and held himself showed as much. Saro couldn’t imagine a young man not being totally entranced by a pair of barely covered tits being right out in the open like that. There was something strange about this boy indeed, and Saro’s curiosity for what secrets this kid was hiding was almost more enticing than the potential for gold that the drunken lord held. The other man, Lukos, seemed to have that money claimed, which didn’t mean Saro wouldn’t seize an opportunity to take valuables if it presented himself, but at least for the moment, he was more curious about this strange boy.
Saro caught his comment about kissing better than the drunken lord, and his eyebrow shot up in question, though he kept his mouth shut for now. That comment had sealed it, Saro needed to know who this boy was, his curiosity pulled stronger than his thirst for gold.
Saro took note of Lukos’ anger at the continued comments of sexual favours from the boy. He seemed to get irrationally angry, or at least Saro thought such things irrational. Clearly he was not one for same-sex relations, which seemed to be a fairly common theme, though he had never seen someone get quite so angry about the very idea of it. He made no comment or move, easily playing it cool. It was not the first time, nor would if be the last time that Saro would have to hide his preference for men. Not that he thought that would be an issue, there was no reason for it to come up with this group.
Saro did not protest as Lukos seemed to specifically cut him off from the lord as the group began to make their way out of the whorehouse. He made no move to contest such things, if Lukos was that desperate for what little gold the drunkard might still have on him, then he could have it. Saro was not about to start a fight without knowing if the treasure at the end of the trail was truly worth it.
As they approached the ship, Saro studied it. He had not seen the likes of it before, which was a good thing, there would be no history of ill will between the crew Saro sailed with and Lukos’ own. He took a moment to look further down the dock where his own ship bobbed in the waters, and a little pang of yearning hit him. How he wished he was out on the waters now. He diverted his attention back to Lukos’ ship, climbing easily aboard.
His eyes had been scanning every detail of the vessel, noting anything that was worth noting when he was addressed. A cheeky grin came across his face.
“I’ve seen a ship or two in my time.” He agreed. There was nothing particularly of interest, at least not where they currently stood. He briefly wondered how many men currently manned the vessel, and if he would be able to slip away from the group and uncover the hidden secrets the ship likely held below deck.
Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted, and he turned in time to see the Lord puking on the deck of the ship. He snickered a little, eyes turning to Lukos. The man seemed easily angered, so he doubted that he would take kindly to such a thing, whether he was trying to get money out of the drunk or not. Saro simply stood there and waited to see what would unfold next.
It appeared that Lukos didn't like Lord Silanos' suggestion any more than Athanasia did. Why had he even brought up such a thing? And in a brothel, no less! Did he himself prefer boys? He didn't seem all that interested in the whore on his lap, and he sent her away in favor of a blonde for his brother.
Now she wondered if that was why he had kissed her … she was a tomboy who preferred masculine activities and wasn't one of those vapid perfumed and pampered noblewomen who giggled incessantly and batted their eyelashes at handsome men. The princess wasn't sure whether to be offended or amused. Perhaps she was a bit of both. And why did she care at all? He was showing his true colors tonight and she couldn't say she liked them.
Though she didn't look at her companions when she pulled the whore on her lap, she could tell that they were observing her, noting the way she reacted. Kassandros was fifteen, so of course he would be embarrassed to have a scantily-clad woman hanging all over him, even if he wasn't a virgin. Any young boy would feel uncomfortable in such a situation while in the company of strangers.
In male disguise, Athanasia always pretended to be younger than she was. A nineteen-year-old would be taller and more muscular and he would also have facial and body hair. But a fifteen-year-old was still growing and had not yet become a man. Unfortunately, she wouldn't be able to keep up the ruse for too long or people would start to notice that Kas wasn't aging. Eventually, she would have to take on a new male persona.
As if he was asking for trouble, Silanos insinuated again that Lukos was fond of boys. Had he not learned his lesson the first time? The sailor threatened to knock his teeth out and the lord tried to placate him with the slurred semblance of an apology. It was becoming increasingly obvious to her that Lukos was planning to fleece him. If not, he would have punched him and stalked back to his ship alone.
The young princess wasn't sure if Silanos, in his inebriated state, would catch what she said about the whore kissing better than he did, but he glanced at her, looking confused. She suspected that he had no clue why a boy he had never seen before would know how he kissed. Athanasia's lips turned up in a satisfied smirk, pleased that she had baffled him.
Soon they were on their way to the docks to see Lukos' ship, with the sailor and the whore supporting Silanos. Saro was being rather quiet and she wondered why. Maybe he planned to rob both men, or perhaps he just wanted to see how this adventure would end. She fell into step beside him, walking in companionable silence and taking in her surroundings. Athanasia usually stayed away from the harbor because it was one of the more dangerous parts of the city, especially at night. But in this rough company, she felt completely safe.
Lukos' ship was indeed huge. It looked like a pirate ship to her, but so did a lot of the other ships they passed. When they reached it, a tall beefy bald man confronted them. He was apparently a part of Lukos' crew and after they had boarded, was introduced as his first mate. He looked like a pirate too. Was she actually on a pirate ship now? Her eyes widened as she gazed around her.
“Very much so,” she replied to Lukos' comment. “It's quite impressive." She had noted as they walked to the harbor how Saro's eyes had strayed further down the docks and now she saw the ease which which he stood on deck, like he was accustomed to it roiling under his feet. Was he a sailor too, she wondered? Another pirate, perhaps? The princess had been wary of encountering pirates, but these two seemed quite amiable.
A heaving sound brought her out of her musings, and she turned to see Lord Silanos throwing up. Though she wasn’t close enough to be splashed by his vomit, she stepped back anyway, wrinkling her nose at the putrid smell. Serves him right for getting drunk and acting so foolish. I hope Lukos does take all his gold. It's a small price to pay for defiling the deck of his ship.
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It appeared that Lukos didn't like Lord Silanos' suggestion any more than Athanasia did. Why had he even brought up such a thing? And in a brothel, no less! Did he himself prefer boys? He didn't seem all that interested in the whore on his lap, and he sent her away in favor of a blonde for his brother.
Now she wondered if that was why he had kissed her … she was a tomboy who preferred masculine activities and wasn't one of those vapid perfumed and pampered noblewomen who giggled incessantly and batted their eyelashes at handsome men. The princess wasn't sure whether to be offended or amused. Perhaps she was a bit of both. And why did she care at all? He was showing his true colors tonight and she couldn't say she liked them.
Though she didn't look at her companions when she pulled the whore on her lap, she could tell that they were observing her, noting the way she reacted. Kassandros was fifteen, so of course he would be embarrassed to have a scantily-clad woman hanging all over him, even if he wasn't a virgin. Any young boy would feel uncomfortable in such a situation while in the company of strangers.
In male disguise, Athanasia always pretended to be younger than she was. A nineteen-year-old would be taller and more muscular and he would also have facial and body hair. But a fifteen-year-old was still growing and had not yet become a man. Unfortunately, she wouldn't be able to keep up the ruse for too long or people would start to notice that Kas wasn't aging. Eventually, she would have to take on a new male persona.
As if he was asking for trouble, Silanos insinuated again that Lukos was fond of boys. Had he not learned his lesson the first time? The sailor threatened to knock his teeth out and the lord tried to placate him with the slurred semblance of an apology. It was becoming increasingly obvious to her that Lukos was planning to fleece him. If not, he would have punched him and stalked back to his ship alone.
The young princess wasn't sure if Silanos, in his inebriated state, would catch what she said about the whore kissing better than he did, but he glanced at her, looking confused. She suspected that he had no clue why a boy he had never seen before would know how he kissed. Athanasia's lips turned up in a satisfied smirk, pleased that she had baffled him.
Soon they were on their way to the docks to see Lukos' ship, with the sailor and the whore supporting Silanos. Saro was being rather quiet and she wondered why. Maybe he planned to rob both men, or perhaps he just wanted to see how this adventure would end. She fell into step beside him, walking in companionable silence and taking in her surroundings. Athanasia usually stayed away from the harbor because it was one of the more dangerous parts of the city, especially at night. But in this rough company, she felt completely safe.
Lukos' ship was indeed huge. It looked like a pirate ship to her, but so did a lot of the other ships they passed. When they reached it, a tall beefy bald man confronted them. He was apparently a part of Lukos' crew and after they had boarded, was introduced as his first mate. He looked like a pirate too. Was she actually on a pirate ship now? Her eyes widened as she gazed around her.
“Very much so,” she replied to Lukos' comment. “It's quite impressive." She had noted as they walked to the harbor how Saro's eyes had strayed further down the docks and now she saw the ease which which he stood on deck, like he was accustomed to it roiling under his feet. Was he a sailor too, she wondered? Another pirate, perhaps? The princess had been wary of encountering pirates, but these two seemed quite amiable.
A heaving sound brought her out of her musings, and she turned to see Lord Silanos throwing up. Though she wasn’t close enough to be splashed by his vomit, she stepped back anyway, wrinkling her nose at the putrid smell. Serves him right for getting drunk and acting so foolish. I hope Lukos does take all his gold. It's a small price to pay for defiling the deck of his ship.
It appeared that Lukos didn't like Lord Silanos' suggestion any more than Athanasia did. Why had he even brought up such a thing? And in a brothel, no less! Did he himself prefer boys? He didn't seem all that interested in the whore on his lap, and he sent her away in favor of a blonde for his brother.
Now she wondered if that was why he had kissed her … she was a tomboy who preferred masculine activities and wasn't one of those vapid perfumed and pampered noblewomen who giggled incessantly and batted their eyelashes at handsome men. The princess wasn't sure whether to be offended or amused. Perhaps she was a bit of both. And why did she care at all? He was showing his true colors tonight and she couldn't say she liked them.
Though she didn't look at her companions when she pulled the whore on her lap, she could tell that they were observing her, noting the way she reacted. Kassandros was fifteen, so of course he would be embarrassed to have a scantily-clad woman hanging all over him, even if he wasn't a virgin. Any young boy would feel uncomfortable in such a situation while in the company of strangers.
In male disguise, Athanasia always pretended to be younger than she was. A nineteen-year-old would be taller and more muscular and he would also have facial and body hair. But a fifteen-year-old was still growing and had not yet become a man. Unfortunately, she wouldn't be able to keep up the ruse for too long or people would start to notice that Kas wasn't aging. Eventually, she would have to take on a new male persona.
As if he was asking for trouble, Silanos insinuated again that Lukos was fond of boys. Had he not learned his lesson the first time? The sailor threatened to knock his teeth out and the lord tried to placate him with the slurred semblance of an apology. It was becoming increasingly obvious to her that Lukos was planning to fleece him. If not, he would have punched him and stalked back to his ship alone.
The young princess wasn't sure if Silanos, in his inebriated state, would catch what she said about the whore kissing better than he did, but he glanced at her, looking confused. She suspected that he had no clue why a boy he had never seen before would know how he kissed. Athanasia's lips turned up in a satisfied smirk, pleased that she had baffled him.
Soon they were on their way to the docks to see Lukos' ship, with the sailor and the whore supporting Silanos. Saro was being rather quiet and she wondered why. Maybe he planned to rob both men, or perhaps he just wanted to see how this adventure would end. She fell into step beside him, walking in companionable silence and taking in her surroundings. Athanasia usually stayed away from the harbor because it was one of the more dangerous parts of the city, especially at night. But in this rough company, she felt completely safe.
Lukos' ship was indeed huge. It looked like a pirate ship to her, but so did a lot of the other ships they passed. When they reached it, a tall beefy bald man confronted them. He was apparently a part of Lukos' crew and after they had boarded, was introduced as his first mate. He looked like a pirate too. Was she actually on a pirate ship now? Her eyes widened as she gazed around her.
“Very much so,” she replied to Lukos' comment. “It's quite impressive." She had noted as they walked to the harbor how Saro's eyes had strayed further down the docks and now she saw the ease which which he stood on deck, like he was accustomed to it roiling under his feet. Was he a sailor too, she wondered? Another pirate, perhaps? The princess had been wary of encountering pirates, but these two seemed quite amiable.
A heaving sound brought her out of her musings, and she turned to see Lord Silanos throwing up. Though she wasn’t close enough to be splashed by his vomit, she stepped back anyway, wrinkling her nose at the putrid smell. Serves him right for getting drunk and acting so foolish. I hope Lukos does take all his gold. It's a small price to pay for defiling the deck of his ship.
The blonde whore Lord Silanos had exchanged in place of Lukos’s friend rolled her eyes and crossed her arms as Lord Silanos tottered his way across the deck, looking for all the world like an overgrown toddler taking his first steps. Arktos eyed this whore with unhidden interest and sidled over, striking up a sort of exchange with her. Their voices were muffled and Lukos turned, making a face at Arktos.
The big man pointedly did not ‘notice’, and continued his quiet negotiations with the whore as to what her price might be for this and how she felt about that. Lukos was on the point of reminding Arktos that he could do whatever he liked off ship. For obvious reasons, the captain didn’t want anyone who wasn’t his crew or in a cage below deck. That included whores, who were the people he trusted the least in this world. Lukos was not a fool and did not hold to the belief that women were stupid, fragile imbeciles. They were among the most cunning and ruthless of humans. They were most definitely not usually welcome on this vessel unless under his supervision and even he didn’t let just anyone on board. There needed to be a special case.
He noticed Saro casing the ship but wasn’t overly concerned, since he was near enough to the other man. The way down below was a gaping square that led to stairs into the dark abyss and if Saro wanted to go down there, he could do so without much chance of getting caught by the men on deck. Arktos was talking with the whore and as soon as Silanos vomited, Lukos’s attention was also diverted.
“No,” Lukos muttered under his breath, temper rising again. By Poseidon this lord had better be worth the trouble of keeping up with him. It was then that getting into Silanos’s house was now a fixed priority for Lukos. The lord might not have over much gold on his person, but it would be kept in the house. And taking this idiot home would provide that. Except that, even as that plan formed, Silanos muttered about bad wine and Lukos felt his patience snap.
“You’re right, my lord,” he advanced on Silanos and pounced with a panther’s precision, stooping to thread one arm through Silanos’s legs and wrap around his thigh, while grabbing the man’s free arm on the same side. Then he shot up, lifting Silanos onto his shoulder like the man was a toy. Once Lukos stood at his full six foot height, he dropped Lord Silanos straight onto the deck like the unwanted play thing the man was, so that Silanos landed hard on his back, in the middle of the pile of putrid vomit.
“Let’s get this bad wine cleaned up off the deck for you.” He used his boot to shove Silanos hard across the wooden slats, brutal in his treatment of the other man’s body. “We can’t have this sort of thing around your lordship. It’ll offend your delicate sensibilities.” Leaping with a sailor’s grace to Silanos’s other side, he used his boot to shove Silanos back the other way, basically using Silanos as a human mop. It didn’t take long and then Lukos tsked down at Silanos.
“What a shame,” he smirked. “Your lordship seems to have gotten a bit of the vomit on your person. Let me help you get clean.” And without hesitation, he bent, grabbed the front of Sil’s clothes, jerked him upright, and then hoisted him over the side of the ship into the harbor.
“Captain!” Arktos shouted, thudding over to the side.
“He was dirty,” Lukos shrugged.
Arktos gaped. “But I thought you was gonna….?” Rob him.
Lukos sighed through his nose and looked at the other two. There was no way he was going to admit to these people that he couldn’t swim. “I don’t suppose either of you would like to fish him out? I’ll send Arktos if we all want to stay dry.”
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The blonde whore Lord Silanos had exchanged in place of Lukos’s friend rolled her eyes and crossed her arms as Lord Silanos tottered his way across the deck, looking for all the world like an overgrown toddler taking his first steps. Arktos eyed this whore with unhidden interest and sidled over, striking up a sort of exchange with her. Their voices were muffled and Lukos turned, making a face at Arktos.
The big man pointedly did not ‘notice’, and continued his quiet negotiations with the whore as to what her price might be for this and how she felt about that. Lukos was on the point of reminding Arktos that he could do whatever he liked off ship. For obvious reasons, the captain didn’t want anyone who wasn’t his crew or in a cage below deck. That included whores, who were the people he trusted the least in this world. Lukos was not a fool and did not hold to the belief that women were stupid, fragile imbeciles. They were among the most cunning and ruthless of humans. They were most definitely not usually welcome on this vessel unless under his supervision and even he didn’t let just anyone on board. There needed to be a special case.
He noticed Saro casing the ship but wasn’t overly concerned, since he was near enough to the other man. The way down below was a gaping square that led to stairs into the dark abyss and if Saro wanted to go down there, he could do so without much chance of getting caught by the men on deck. Arktos was talking with the whore and as soon as Silanos vomited, Lukos’s attention was also diverted.
“No,” Lukos muttered under his breath, temper rising again. By Poseidon this lord had better be worth the trouble of keeping up with him. It was then that getting into Silanos’s house was now a fixed priority for Lukos. The lord might not have over much gold on his person, but it would be kept in the house. And taking this idiot home would provide that. Except that, even as that plan formed, Silanos muttered about bad wine and Lukos felt his patience snap.
“You’re right, my lord,” he advanced on Silanos and pounced with a panther’s precision, stooping to thread one arm through Silanos’s legs and wrap around his thigh, while grabbing the man’s free arm on the same side. Then he shot up, lifting Silanos onto his shoulder like the man was a toy. Once Lukos stood at his full six foot height, he dropped Lord Silanos straight onto the deck like the unwanted play thing the man was, so that Silanos landed hard on his back, in the middle of the pile of putrid vomit.
“Let’s get this bad wine cleaned up off the deck for you.” He used his boot to shove Silanos hard across the wooden slats, brutal in his treatment of the other man’s body. “We can’t have this sort of thing around your lordship. It’ll offend your delicate sensibilities.” Leaping with a sailor’s grace to Silanos’s other side, he used his boot to shove Silanos back the other way, basically using Silanos as a human mop. It didn’t take long and then Lukos tsked down at Silanos.
“What a shame,” he smirked. “Your lordship seems to have gotten a bit of the vomit on your person. Let me help you get clean.” And without hesitation, he bent, grabbed the front of Sil’s clothes, jerked him upright, and then hoisted him over the side of the ship into the harbor.
“Captain!” Arktos shouted, thudding over to the side.
“He was dirty,” Lukos shrugged.
Arktos gaped. “But I thought you was gonna….?” Rob him.
Lukos sighed through his nose and looked at the other two. There was no way he was going to admit to these people that he couldn’t swim. “I don’t suppose either of you would like to fish him out? I’ll send Arktos if we all want to stay dry.”
The blonde whore Lord Silanos had exchanged in place of Lukos’s friend rolled her eyes and crossed her arms as Lord Silanos tottered his way across the deck, looking for all the world like an overgrown toddler taking his first steps. Arktos eyed this whore with unhidden interest and sidled over, striking up a sort of exchange with her. Their voices were muffled and Lukos turned, making a face at Arktos.
The big man pointedly did not ‘notice’, and continued his quiet negotiations with the whore as to what her price might be for this and how she felt about that. Lukos was on the point of reminding Arktos that he could do whatever he liked off ship. For obvious reasons, the captain didn’t want anyone who wasn’t his crew or in a cage below deck. That included whores, who were the people he trusted the least in this world. Lukos was not a fool and did not hold to the belief that women were stupid, fragile imbeciles. They were among the most cunning and ruthless of humans. They were most definitely not usually welcome on this vessel unless under his supervision and even he didn’t let just anyone on board. There needed to be a special case.
He noticed Saro casing the ship but wasn’t overly concerned, since he was near enough to the other man. The way down below was a gaping square that led to stairs into the dark abyss and if Saro wanted to go down there, he could do so without much chance of getting caught by the men on deck. Arktos was talking with the whore and as soon as Silanos vomited, Lukos’s attention was also diverted.
“No,” Lukos muttered under his breath, temper rising again. By Poseidon this lord had better be worth the trouble of keeping up with him. It was then that getting into Silanos’s house was now a fixed priority for Lukos. The lord might not have over much gold on his person, but it would be kept in the house. And taking this idiot home would provide that. Except that, even as that plan formed, Silanos muttered about bad wine and Lukos felt his patience snap.
“You’re right, my lord,” he advanced on Silanos and pounced with a panther’s precision, stooping to thread one arm through Silanos’s legs and wrap around his thigh, while grabbing the man’s free arm on the same side. Then he shot up, lifting Silanos onto his shoulder like the man was a toy. Once Lukos stood at his full six foot height, he dropped Lord Silanos straight onto the deck like the unwanted play thing the man was, so that Silanos landed hard on his back, in the middle of the pile of putrid vomit.
“Let’s get this bad wine cleaned up off the deck for you.” He used his boot to shove Silanos hard across the wooden slats, brutal in his treatment of the other man’s body. “We can’t have this sort of thing around your lordship. It’ll offend your delicate sensibilities.” Leaping with a sailor’s grace to Silanos’s other side, he used his boot to shove Silanos back the other way, basically using Silanos as a human mop. It didn’t take long and then Lukos tsked down at Silanos.
“What a shame,” he smirked. “Your lordship seems to have gotten a bit of the vomit on your person. Let me help you get clean.” And without hesitation, he bent, grabbed the front of Sil’s clothes, jerked him upright, and then hoisted him over the side of the ship into the harbor.
“Captain!” Arktos shouted, thudding over to the side.
“He was dirty,” Lukos shrugged.
Arktos gaped. “But I thought you was gonna….?” Rob him.
Lukos sighed through his nose and looked at the other two. There was no way he was going to admit to these people that he couldn’t swim. “I don’t suppose either of you would like to fish him out? I’ll send Arktos if we all want to stay dry.”
Silanos himself did not seem overly perturbed by the face that he had vomited on the deck.If he had turned his thoughts toward it, the lord might have assumed that the pirate had someone who would just slosh a bucket of water over it and be done. It was a ship after all, not some priceless woven rug imported from Egypt. But as it was, Sil was rather too distracted with approach of the pirate. He had just gathered the less than friendly expression upon the man’s face when he realised Lukos was not stopping at a civil distance, but more was encroaching on his space, and there was a moment of cognizance where he managed a bewildered “What are you doing?”, the end of the question rising in pitch as he felt himself hoisted up. Then the chance to establish what was going on was gone as the Valaoritis lord was summarily dropped from some height to quite literally hit the deck.
It knocked the breath from him and shook all his teeth in his skull, and Silanos let out a shocked grunt as he blinked up at Lukos, who blurred in and out of focus for a moment or two.
Ouch.
“Fucking..what...GET OFF” was the coherent mess he managed to string together by the time his thoughts had caught up to the rapid change in orientation that his body had made. Not that his spluttered, winded, protestations seemed to have any impact at all upon Lukos, who was smirking down at him in a manner that suggested Sil had lost any authority that he might have thought he laid claim to.
He was dazedly trying to get back to his feet, still not having realised the reason behind the man’s actions and blissfully unaware of the wine coloured stain on the back of his chiton when Lukos reached down with some unexpected help, and Sil found some purchase even as he tried to push the pirate’s hands away. “Let go of me you cretin” he muttered.
If he had been sober, then he might have realised the precariousness of his situation and might have kept a more civil tongue in his mouth, but as it was, Sil was justifiably outraged at the manhandling, and hadn’t yet considered that there might be more in store. Nor did he have time to before with a jerk and a push he was falling backwards and this time it was further and it was not solid wood of a deck that broke his fall.
This time it was the wet slap of water and it closed up around him like an embrace. A chill embrace and he’d tried to take a breath before he realised and salt was everywhere, stinging his nose and eyes. A moment of helpless flailing before some survival instinct kicked in and Silanos kicked and clawed his way to break the surface, coming up sputtering and coughing and heaving for a lungful of good air before he sank down again, feeling heavy limbed and cold. What the fuck?. It was a stream of bubbles instead of the shout for help he wanted it to be. Again he kicked up and found air, trying to find enough to allow him to call out. The fabric of his chiton felt heavy like it was trying to drag him down, and the Lord kicked against the drag of it, splashing and generally making a commotion. It was pretty sobering being tossed into the ocean, and Silanos had come to the conclusion that really didn't want to drown just then, actually.
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Silanos himself did not seem overly perturbed by the face that he had vomited on the deck.If he had turned his thoughts toward it, the lord might have assumed that the pirate had someone who would just slosh a bucket of water over it and be done. It was a ship after all, not some priceless woven rug imported from Egypt. But as it was, Sil was rather too distracted with approach of the pirate. He had just gathered the less than friendly expression upon the man’s face when he realised Lukos was not stopping at a civil distance, but more was encroaching on his space, and there was a moment of cognizance where he managed a bewildered “What are you doing?”, the end of the question rising in pitch as he felt himself hoisted up. Then the chance to establish what was going on was gone as the Valaoritis lord was summarily dropped from some height to quite literally hit the deck.
It knocked the breath from him and shook all his teeth in his skull, and Silanos let out a shocked grunt as he blinked up at Lukos, who blurred in and out of focus for a moment or two.
Ouch.
“Fucking..what...GET OFF” was the coherent mess he managed to string together by the time his thoughts had caught up to the rapid change in orientation that his body had made. Not that his spluttered, winded, protestations seemed to have any impact at all upon Lukos, who was smirking down at him in a manner that suggested Sil had lost any authority that he might have thought he laid claim to.
He was dazedly trying to get back to his feet, still not having realised the reason behind the man’s actions and blissfully unaware of the wine coloured stain on the back of his chiton when Lukos reached down with some unexpected help, and Sil found some purchase even as he tried to push the pirate’s hands away. “Let go of me you cretin” he muttered.
If he had been sober, then he might have realised the precariousness of his situation and might have kept a more civil tongue in his mouth, but as it was, Sil was justifiably outraged at the manhandling, and hadn’t yet considered that there might be more in store. Nor did he have time to before with a jerk and a push he was falling backwards and this time it was further and it was not solid wood of a deck that broke his fall.
This time it was the wet slap of water and it closed up around him like an embrace. A chill embrace and he’d tried to take a breath before he realised and salt was everywhere, stinging his nose and eyes. A moment of helpless flailing before some survival instinct kicked in and Silanos kicked and clawed his way to break the surface, coming up sputtering and coughing and heaving for a lungful of good air before he sank down again, feeling heavy limbed and cold. What the fuck?. It was a stream of bubbles instead of the shout for help he wanted it to be. Again he kicked up and found air, trying to find enough to allow him to call out. The fabric of his chiton felt heavy like it was trying to drag him down, and the Lord kicked against the drag of it, splashing and generally making a commotion. It was pretty sobering being tossed into the ocean, and Silanos had come to the conclusion that really didn't want to drown just then, actually.
Silanos himself did not seem overly perturbed by the face that he had vomited on the deck.If he had turned his thoughts toward it, the lord might have assumed that the pirate had someone who would just slosh a bucket of water over it and be done. It was a ship after all, not some priceless woven rug imported from Egypt. But as it was, Sil was rather too distracted with approach of the pirate. He had just gathered the less than friendly expression upon the man’s face when he realised Lukos was not stopping at a civil distance, but more was encroaching on his space, and there was a moment of cognizance where he managed a bewildered “What are you doing?”, the end of the question rising in pitch as he felt himself hoisted up. Then the chance to establish what was going on was gone as the Valaoritis lord was summarily dropped from some height to quite literally hit the deck.
It knocked the breath from him and shook all his teeth in his skull, and Silanos let out a shocked grunt as he blinked up at Lukos, who blurred in and out of focus for a moment or two.
Ouch.
“Fucking..what...GET OFF” was the coherent mess he managed to string together by the time his thoughts had caught up to the rapid change in orientation that his body had made. Not that his spluttered, winded, protestations seemed to have any impact at all upon Lukos, who was smirking down at him in a manner that suggested Sil had lost any authority that he might have thought he laid claim to.
He was dazedly trying to get back to his feet, still not having realised the reason behind the man’s actions and blissfully unaware of the wine coloured stain on the back of his chiton when Lukos reached down with some unexpected help, and Sil found some purchase even as he tried to push the pirate’s hands away. “Let go of me you cretin” he muttered.
If he had been sober, then he might have realised the precariousness of his situation and might have kept a more civil tongue in his mouth, but as it was, Sil was justifiably outraged at the manhandling, and hadn’t yet considered that there might be more in store. Nor did he have time to before with a jerk and a push he was falling backwards and this time it was further and it was not solid wood of a deck that broke his fall.
This time it was the wet slap of water and it closed up around him like an embrace. A chill embrace and he’d tried to take a breath before he realised and salt was everywhere, stinging his nose and eyes. A moment of helpless flailing before some survival instinct kicked in and Silanos kicked and clawed his way to break the surface, coming up sputtering and coughing and heaving for a lungful of good air before he sank down again, feeling heavy limbed and cold. What the fuck?. It was a stream of bubbles instead of the shout for help he wanted it to be. Again he kicked up and found air, trying to find enough to allow him to call out. The fabric of his chiton felt heavy like it was trying to drag him down, and the Lord kicked against the drag of it, splashing and generally making a commotion. It was pretty sobering being tossed into the ocean, and Silanos had come to the conclusion that really didn't want to drown just then, actually.
Saro watched in amusement as the events unfolded, Silanos puking on the deck, and the anger on Lukos’ face as he went over to the unsuspecting lord. He had no idea why he reacted with such anger, it was merely puke, it would be easy enough to clean normally. He instead chose to use the offender himself to clean it. This man had some sort of anger issues, that much was obvious. Saro raised an eyebrow as he was tossed overboard, and Lukos looked back, asking if either him or the young kid were going to jump in and save him. He assumed that the kid could not swim, and even if he could, the lord would probably weigh the boy down too much for him to be any use. Clearly Lukos himself could not swim, or he could, and he just didn’t care enough to try and save him.
Either way, Saro figured that saving the lord from drowning would be a great way to earn favour with him. He reached up, taking the feather from his hair, he handed it to the young kid.
“Keep that safe.” He said, his tone very serious, the feather wasn’t worth any money, but it was sentimental to Saro.
He went over to the railing of the ship, hopping off, he splashed down into the water near Silanos. With a practiced ease he calmly paddled himself over to the panicking lord and heaved him up out of the depths of the water so his head was above, and he could get some air.
“Stay still or you’ll sink us both.” He commanded, any flailing would only serve to make Saro’s job a lot harder than it needed to be. He hooked one arm around the other man and swam for the docks. They were closer than the ship, and he wasn’t sure Silanos would want to step foot back on the ship any time soon anyways.
When they made it to the dock, he gave Silanos a shove towards the ladder so he could climb up, pulling himself up after the lord. When he reached the dock, he pushed his wet hair out of his face.
“Well I certainly wasn’t expecting to go for a swim tonight.” He said with a good-natured laugh, dripping wet, his shirt clung to his skin and the night air chilled him. He didn’t think the night would continue much longer, the lord would most likely not be too impressed with Lukos’ actions.
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Saro watched in amusement as the events unfolded, Silanos puking on the deck, and the anger on Lukos’ face as he went over to the unsuspecting lord. He had no idea why he reacted with such anger, it was merely puke, it would be easy enough to clean normally. He instead chose to use the offender himself to clean it. This man had some sort of anger issues, that much was obvious. Saro raised an eyebrow as he was tossed overboard, and Lukos looked back, asking if either him or the young kid were going to jump in and save him. He assumed that the kid could not swim, and even if he could, the lord would probably weigh the boy down too much for him to be any use. Clearly Lukos himself could not swim, or he could, and he just didn’t care enough to try and save him.
Either way, Saro figured that saving the lord from drowning would be a great way to earn favour with him. He reached up, taking the feather from his hair, he handed it to the young kid.
“Keep that safe.” He said, his tone very serious, the feather wasn’t worth any money, but it was sentimental to Saro.
He went over to the railing of the ship, hopping off, he splashed down into the water near Silanos. With a practiced ease he calmly paddled himself over to the panicking lord and heaved him up out of the depths of the water so his head was above, and he could get some air.
“Stay still or you’ll sink us both.” He commanded, any flailing would only serve to make Saro’s job a lot harder than it needed to be. He hooked one arm around the other man and swam for the docks. They were closer than the ship, and he wasn’t sure Silanos would want to step foot back on the ship any time soon anyways.
When they made it to the dock, he gave Silanos a shove towards the ladder so he could climb up, pulling himself up after the lord. When he reached the dock, he pushed his wet hair out of his face.
“Well I certainly wasn’t expecting to go for a swim tonight.” He said with a good-natured laugh, dripping wet, his shirt clung to his skin and the night air chilled him. He didn’t think the night would continue much longer, the lord would most likely not be too impressed with Lukos’ actions.
Saro watched in amusement as the events unfolded, Silanos puking on the deck, and the anger on Lukos’ face as he went over to the unsuspecting lord. He had no idea why he reacted with such anger, it was merely puke, it would be easy enough to clean normally. He instead chose to use the offender himself to clean it. This man had some sort of anger issues, that much was obvious. Saro raised an eyebrow as he was tossed overboard, and Lukos looked back, asking if either him or the young kid were going to jump in and save him. He assumed that the kid could not swim, and even if he could, the lord would probably weigh the boy down too much for him to be any use. Clearly Lukos himself could not swim, or he could, and he just didn’t care enough to try and save him.
Either way, Saro figured that saving the lord from drowning would be a great way to earn favour with him. He reached up, taking the feather from his hair, he handed it to the young kid.
“Keep that safe.” He said, his tone very serious, the feather wasn’t worth any money, but it was sentimental to Saro.
He went over to the railing of the ship, hopping off, he splashed down into the water near Silanos. With a practiced ease he calmly paddled himself over to the panicking lord and heaved him up out of the depths of the water so his head was above, and he could get some air.
“Stay still or you’ll sink us both.” He commanded, any flailing would only serve to make Saro’s job a lot harder than it needed to be. He hooked one arm around the other man and swam for the docks. They were closer than the ship, and he wasn’t sure Silanos would want to step foot back on the ship any time soon anyways.
When they made it to the dock, he gave Silanos a shove towards the ladder so he could climb up, pulling himself up after the lord. When he reached the dock, he pushed his wet hair out of his face.
“Well I certainly wasn’t expecting to go for a swim tonight.” He said with a good-natured laugh, dripping wet, his shirt clung to his skin and the night air chilled him. He didn’t think the night would continue much longer, the lord would most likely not be too impressed with Lukos’ actions.
Athanasia wasn't surprised by Lukos' rage when he saw the mess Silanos had made on his deck. She didn't know much about sailors, but this one was quite proud of his ship and she had already noticed how clean it was. She moved toward the railing when he advanced upon the drunken lord, not wanting to get in the way of whatever drama was about to unfold. The tall captain looked furious enough to kill, but she had learned enough about him to know that he wasn't stupid enough to murder a man in front of witnesses. Unless he planned to slay them all.
She turned around and looked down at the waves lapping against the side of the ship. If he tried to harm her, she could easily leap over the railing and into the water below. The princess was a strong, fast swimmer and she believed she would be able to evade him in the inky darkness of the night. There were plenty of places along the dock where she could climb ashore. However, she was probably worrying for nothing.
Swiveling back to face the action, she saw that Lukos had thrown Silanos over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He then tossed the lord right into the middle of his own vomit and proceeded to mop the deck by sliding him along the floorboards. Athanasia tried to stop herself from laughing, but she just couldn't do it. What a fitting punishment! She wondered what his brother would say when he came home covered in his own puke. Maybe it was a common occurrence. Or perhaps the whore would appease him, even though she currently seemed more interested in the burly first mate.
The disguised princess thought it a bit odd that after soiling Silanos' clothes himself, that Lukos offered to help him clean up … until he grabbed the lord by his chiton and tossed him overboard. Her eyes widened as he hurtled past her and landed in the water with a huge splash. She chuckled again as she observed him flailing about. She hoped that he knew how to swim.
Lukos asked Saro and herself if either one of them wished to fish him out. Athanasia shook her head. “Not me. I think he got what he deserved.” In truth, she felt a bit sorry for him. It wouldn't have been hard for her to drag him out, despite the fact that he weighed quite a bit more than she did. But if she got wet, her tunic would be plastered to her body, revealing her feminine form.
Saro volunteered to rescue him, handing her a feather he pulled from his hair and telling her to keep it safe. After he plunged over the railing, she leaned over it and watched as he wrapped an arm around Silanos and swam with him toward the dock, which was closer than the ship. “Maybe the cold water sobered him up,” she remarked to Lukos. “You certainly taught him a lesson. I'll bet he'll never puke on a ship again.”
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Athanasia wasn't surprised by Lukos' rage when he saw the mess Silanos had made on his deck. She didn't know much about sailors, but this one was quite proud of his ship and she had already noticed how clean it was. She moved toward the railing when he advanced upon the drunken lord, not wanting to get in the way of whatever drama was about to unfold. The tall captain looked furious enough to kill, but she had learned enough about him to know that he wasn't stupid enough to murder a man in front of witnesses. Unless he planned to slay them all.
She turned around and looked down at the waves lapping against the side of the ship. If he tried to harm her, she could easily leap over the railing and into the water below. The princess was a strong, fast swimmer and she believed she would be able to evade him in the inky darkness of the night. There were plenty of places along the dock where she could climb ashore. However, she was probably worrying for nothing.
Swiveling back to face the action, she saw that Lukos had thrown Silanos over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He then tossed the lord right into the middle of his own vomit and proceeded to mop the deck by sliding him along the floorboards. Athanasia tried to stop herself from laughing, but she just couldn't do it. What a fitting punishment! She wondered what his brother would say when he came home covered in his own puke. Maybe it was a common occurrence. Or perhaps the whore would appease him, even though she currently seemed more interested in the burly first mate.
The disguised princess thought it a bit odd that after soiling Silanos' clothes himself, that Lukos offered to help him clean up … until he grabbed the lord by his chiton and tossed him overboard. Her eyes widened as he hurtled past her and landed in the water with a huge splash. She chuckled again as she observed him flailing about. She hoped that he knew how to swim.
Lukos asked Saro and herself if either one of them wished to fish him out. Athanasia shook her head. “Not me. I think he got what he deserved.” In truth, she felt a bit sorry for him. It wouldn't have been hard for her to drag him out, despite the fact that he weighed quite a bit more than she did. But if she got wet, her tunic would be plastered to her body, revealing her feminine form.
Saro volunteered to rescue him, handing her a feather he pulled from his hair and telling her to keep it safe. After he plunged over the railing, she leaned over it and watched as he wrapped an arm around Silanos and swam with him toward the dock, which was closer than the ship. “Maybe the cold water sobered him up,” she remarked to Lukos. “You certainly taught him a lesson. I'll bet he'll never puke on a ship again.”
Athanasia wasn't surprised by Lukos' rage when he saw the mess Silanos had made on his deck. She didn't know much about sailors, but this one was quite proud of his ship and she had already noticed how clean it was. She moved toward the railing when he advanced upon the drunken lord, not wanting to get in the way of whatever drama was about to unfold. The tall captain looked furious enough to kill, but she had learned enough about him to know that he wasn't stupid enough to murder a man in front of witnesses. Unless he planned to slay them all.
She turned around and looked down at the waves lapping against the side of the ship. If he tried to harm her, she could easily leap over the railing and into the water below. The princess was a strong, fast swimmer and she believed she would be able to evade him in the inky darkness of the night. There were plenty of places along the dock where she could climb ashore. However, she was probably worrying for nothing.
Swiveling back to face the action, she saw that Lukos had thrown Silanos over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He then tossed the lord right into the middle of his own vomit and proceeded to mop the deck by sliding him along the floorboards. Athanasia tried to stop herself from laughing, but she just couldn't do it. What a fitting punishment! She wondered what his brother would say when he came home covered in his own puke. Maybe it was a common occurrence. Or perhaps the whore would appease him, even though she currently seemed more interested in the burly first mate.
The disguised princess thought it a bit odd that after soiling Silanos' clothes himself, that Lukos offered to help him clean up … until he grabbed the lord by his chiton and tossed him overboard. Her eyes widened as he hurtled past her and landed in the water with a huge splash. She chuckled again as she observed him flailing about. She hoped that he knew how to swim.
Lukos asked Saro and herself if either one of them wished to fish him out. Athanasia shook her head. “Not me. I think he got what he deserved.” In truth, she felt a bit sorry for him. It wouldn't have been hard for her to drag him out, despite the fact that he weighed quite a bit more than she did. But if she got wet, her tunic would be plastered to her body, revealing her feminine form.
Saro volunteered to rescue him, handing her a feather he pulled from his hair and telling her to keep it safe. After he plunged over the railing, she leaned over it and watched as he wrapped an arm around Silanos and swam with him toward the dock, which was closer than the ship. “Maybe the cold water sobered him up,” she remarked to Lukos. “You certainly taught him a lesson. I'll bet he'll never puke on a ship again.”
It was cute, the way Saro dove straight into the water to save Silanos. Lukos smirked and braced his forearms against the railing as he leaned over to watch. The tall bronze braziers lining the dock cast rippling balls of fire over the black surface of the water. The length of Saro’s body jettisoned downward toward the splashing, pitiful, confused mess that was Silanos and Lukos whistled. “What a good boy!” he called, like Saro was a favored pet, once he resurfaced. “You get that lord out of the water! Good boy!” He laughed and glanced over at Athanasia as she came up beside him, looking down. The feather twirling around in her fingers drew his attention and then he narrowed his eyes.
Back at the brothel, he’d never gotten a proper look at this boy. There’d been so many distractions, some of them fairly ample, curvy ones, and he hadn’t paid the boy too much mind. Now, there was far less vying for his attention and watching Saro haul Lord Silanos through the water wasn’t exactly interesting. Once you’ve seen an inebriated, irritating lord nearly drown, you’ve seen them all. Now, though, with this boy’s soft, high voice and his fine features, Lukos was eyeing him much more carefully - especially the hands. They were long fingered and much too delicate for a street urchin.
If this was a girl, he’d have grabbed her hands already, but to him, she was still a boy. For a little while, anyway. Given long enough proximity and he’d find her out quick enough. Lukos’s entire profession was dealing in people and he knew what to look for. The only thing saving Athanasia was the cover of darkness and the sudden echoing laugh from Saro. He glanced away again as Athanasia spoke.
“Maybe the cold water sobered him up?”
“I doubt it,” he said offhandedly and pushed away from the railing, stretching his arms above his head before dropping them to rub his back. Picking up a person was actually a little harder than it had appeared. For as skinny and worthless as Silanos was, he did have a little bit of weight to him. “I saw what he’d taken and drank before we even got to the brothel. He was being loud and obnoxious up there.” Here, Lukos gestured vaguely to the upper levels of Midas. “But then he wanted some fun and here we are. Fun.”
All of this had turned into so much more work than he’d have liked, but he was fully committed now and after Silanos puked on his ship? There was no way he was going to turn him loose. Not to Saro, anyway. Lukos watched the two of them climbing back onto the docks, sopping wet and looking like half drowned cats with their clothes hanging and hair in their faces.
“Come on,” Lukos reached out and tugged on the chest of Athanasia’s shirt and from the way she’d been standing, she was lucky that fabric was all he’d gotten hold of. With a slight tug as an indication to follow, he let go and strode across the deck with her last sentence uttered behind him.
“You certainly taught him a lesson. I'll bet he'll never puke on a ship again.”
“A lesson he won’t remember,” Lukos laughed, glancing over his shoulder. “Look at him. Probably won’t remember any of us come morning. He’s so far gone.” He moved down the gangway, waiting for Athanasia to follow him and then ushering her off first before turning and going right back up there to drag the whore off the boat as well.
“No whores on the ship,” he reminded Arktos, who groaned at him but didn’t put up more of a fight than that. He, Athanasia, and the whore all met Saro and Silanos on the docks. Lukos put a hand on his hip and pointed with his left thumb towards the nicer houses far above them. “Ready to go home now, my lord? We should probably get you to bed. You took quite the fall.”
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It was cute, the way Saro dove straight into the water to save Silanos. Lukos smirked and braced his forearms against the railing as he leaned over to watch. The tall bronze braziers lining the dock cast rippling balls of fire over the black surface of the water. The length of Saro’s body jettisoned downward toward the splashing, pitiful, confused mess that was Silanos and Lukos whistled. “What a good boy!” he called, like Saro was a favored pet, once he resurfaced. “You get that lord out of the water! Good boy!” He laughed and glanced over at Athanasia as she came up beside him, looking down. The feather twirling around in her fingers drew his attention and then he narrowed his eyes.
Back at the brothel, he’d never gotten a proper look at this boy. There’d been so many distractions, some of them fairly ample, curvy ones, and he hadn’t paid the boy too much mind. Now, there was far less vying for his attention and watching Saro haul Lord Silanos through the water wasn’t exactly interesting. Once you’ve seen an inebriated, irritating lord nearly drown, you’ve seen them all. Now, though, with this boy’s soft, high voice and his fine features, Lukos was eyeing him much more carefully - especially the hands. They were long fingered and much too delicate for a street urchin.
If this was a girl, he’d have grabbed her hands already, but to him, she was still a boy. For a little while, anyway. Given long enough proximity and he’d find her out quick enough. Lukos’s entire profession was dealing in people and he knew what to look for. The only thing saving Athanasia was the cover of darkness and the sudden echoing laugh from Saro. He glanced away again as Athanasia spoke.
“Maybe the cold water sobered him up?”
“I doubt it,” he said offhandedly and pushed away from the railing, stretching his arms above his head before dropping them to rub his back. Picking up a person was actually a little harder than it had appeared. For as skinny and worthless as Silanos was, he did have a little bit of weight to him. “I saw what he’d taken and drank before we even got to the brothel. He was being loud and obnoxious up there.” Here, Lukos gestured vaguely to the upper levels of Midas. “But then he wanted some fun and here we are. Fun.”
All of this had turned into so much more work than he’d have liked, but he was fully committed now and after Silanos puked on his ship? There was no way he was going to turn him loose. Not to Saro, anyway. Lukos watched the two of them climbing back onto the docks, sopping wet and looking like half drowned cats with their clothes hanging and hair in their faces.
“Come on,” Lukos reached out and tugged on the chest of Athanasia’s shirt and from the way she’d been standing, she was lucky that fabric was all he’d gotten hold of. With a slight tug as an indication to follow, he let go and strode across the deck with her last sentence uttered behind him.
“You certainly taught him a lesson. I'll bet he'll never puke on a ship again.”
“A lesson he won’t remember,” Lukos laughed, glancing over his shoulder. “Look at him. Probably won’t remember any of us come morning. He’s so far gone.” He moved down the gangway, waiting for Athanasia to follow him and then ushering her off first before turning and going right back up there to drag the whore off the boat as well.
“No whores on the ship,” he reminded Arktos, who groaned at him but didn’t put up more of a fight than that. He, Athanasia, and the whore all met Saro and Silanos on the docks. Lukos put a hand on his hip and pointed with his left thumb towards the nicer houses far above them. “Ready to go home now, my lord? We should probably get you to bed. You took quite the fall.”
It was cute, the way Saro dove straight into the water to save Silanos. Lukos smirked and braced his forearms against the railing as he leaned over to watch. The tall bronze braziers lining the dock cast rippling balls of fire over the black surface of the water. The length of Saro’s body jettisoned downward toward the splashing, pitiful, confused mess that was Silanos and Lukos whistled. “What a good boy!” he called, like Saro was a favored pet, once he resurfaced. “You get that lord out of the water! Good boy!” He laughed and glanced over at Athanasia as she came up beside him, looking down. The feather twirling around in her fingers drew his attention and then he narrowed his eyes.
Back at the brothel, he’d never gotten a proper look at this boy. There’d been so many distractions, some of them fairly ample, curvy ones, and he hadn’t paid the boy too much mind. Now, there was far less vying for his attention and watching Saro haul Lord Silanos through the water wasn’t exactly interesting. Once you’ve seen an inebriated, irritating lord nearly drown, you’ve seen them all. Now, though, with this boy’s soft, high voice and his fine features, Lukos was eyeing him much more carefully - especially the hands. They were long fingered and much too delicate for a street urchin.
If this was a girl, he’d have grabbed her hands already, but to him, she was still a boy. For a little while, anyway. Given long enough proximity and he’d find her out quick enough. Lukos’s entire profession was dealing in people and he knew what to look for. The only thing saving Athanasia was the cover of darkness and the sudden echoing laugh from Saro. He glanced away again as Athanasia spoke.
“Maybe the cold water sobered him up?”
“I doubt it,” he said offhandedly and pushed away from the railing, stretching his arms above his head before dropping them to rub his back. Picking up a person was actually a little harder than it had appeared. For as skinny and worthless as Silanos was, he did have a little bit of weight to him. “I saw what he’d taken and drank before we even got to the brothel. He was being loud and obnoxious up there.” Here, Lukos gestured vaguely to the upper levels of Midas. “But then he wanted some fun and here we are. Fun.”
All of this had turned into so much more work than he’d have liked, but he was fully committed now and after Silanos puked on his ship? There was no way he was going to turn him loose. Not to Saro, anyway. Lukos watched the two of them climbing back onto the docks, sopping wet and looking like half drowned cats with their clothes hanging and hair in their faces.
“Come on,” Lukos reached out and tugged on the chest of Athanasia’s shirt and from the way she’d been standing, she was lucky that fabric was all he’d gotten hold of. With a slight tug as an indication to follow, he let go and strode across the deck with her last sentence uttered behind him.
“You certainly taught him a lesson. I'll bet he'll never puke on a ship again.”
“A lesson he won’t remember,” Lukos laughed, glancing over his shoulder. “Look at him. Probably won’t remember any of us come morning. He’s so far gone.” He moved down the gangway, waiting for Athanasia to follow him and then ushering her off first before turning and going right back up there to drag the whore off the boat as well.
“No whores on the ship,” he reminded Arktos, who groaned at him but didn’t put up more of a fight than that. He, Athanasia, and the whore all met Saro and Silanos on the docks. Lukos put a hand on his hip and pointed with his left thumb towards the nicer houses far above them. “Ready to go home now, my lord? We should probably get you to bed. You took quite the fall.”