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He had been taking a liking to a particular servant girl in their home. Well, a little more than just liking, but he wasn’t going to outright admit that. She was pretty, with her lovely long hair and perfect brown eyes, and ...Thaddeus could go on for hours. He believed - whether it was true or not, he didn’t care- she knew about his liking towards her, which in his eyes made things a little bit more fun. He had never had much success in finding a woman to hold close, even though he had had some experiences in the past he didn’t feel too great about. But… Gwyn was somehow able to hold Thad’s attention, and that was just enough for Thad. The man was holding the Holy text in his hand as he leaned up against the wall that was just behind where he heard Gwyneth was. He wanted to spend more time with her, and need some kind of excuse. A normal, average excuse, and nothing to make her think he was going out of his way to be with her.
Thad took a quiet but deep breath, closed his eyes for a bit and turned around the corner with a large soft smile across his face. “Gwyneth!” He addressed her, his tone of voice way too excited for his good. “You are going to the market today, yes?” He paused, his eyes scanning over her body for a moment. He was cautious of where he looked, though the pause lasted longer then he had intended it to. “I need a few things!” He blurted as if he had just decided that yes, he needed… whatever the things were. He didn’t need anything but to spend time with her… alone away from the house.
“I will come… with you?” His voice raised as if he asked a question. He realized immediately that it shouldn’t have been formed as a question, and shook his head. “No… yes, I will come with you.” He nodded his head. “Be ready in a moment.” He said in a firm voice as if trying to regain his confidence. Thaddeus stepped away, grabbed a money purse, and straightened his Na’alayim’s around his feet and ankles. With that taken care of, he headed to the front door of the house. “Gwyn?” he asked almost to no one. It was almost as if he just liked how her name fell from his tongue. Once they were both ready, he headed toward the market in Damascus.
Soon enough, they entered the market. It was bustling and noisy, Instead of his usual routine of trying to find people to converse with, his eyes were mainly on… Gwyn. He was a couple of steps behind her, watching as she moved. His eyes were a bit preoccupied. “How are you feeling?” Thaddeus asked, wondering what she thought about him including himself in her errand.
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He had been taking a liking to a particular servant girl in their home. Well, a little more than just liking, but he wasn’t going to outright admit that. She was pretty, with her lovely long hair and perfect brown eyes, and ...Thaddeus could go on for hours. He believed - whether it was true or not, he didn’t care- she knew about his liking towards her, which in his eyes made things a little bit more fun. He had never had much success in finding a woman to hold close, even though he had had some experiences in the past he didn’t feel too great about. But… Gwyn was somehow able to hold Thad’s attention, and that was just enough for Thad. The man was holding the Holy text in his hand as he leaned up against the wall that was just behind where he heard Gwyneth was. He wanted to spend more time with her, and need some kind of excuse. A normal, average excuse, and nothing to make her think he was going out of his way to be with her.
Thad took a quiet but deep breath, closed his eyes for a bit and turned around the corner with a large soft smile across his face. “Gwyneth!” He addressed her, his tone of voice way too excited for his good. “You are going to the market today, yes?” He paused, his eyes scanning over her body for a moment. He was cautious of where he looked, though the pause lasted longer then he had intended it to. “I need a few things!” He blurted as if he had just decided that yes, he needed… whatever the things were. He didn’t need anything but to spend time with her… alone away from the house.
“I will come… with you?” His voice raised as if he asked a question. He realized immediately that it shouldn’t have been formed as a question, and shook his head. “No… yes, I will come with you.” He nodded his head. “Be ready in a moment.” He said in a firm voice as if trying to regain his confidence. Thaddeus stepped away, grabbed a money purse, and straightened his Na’alayim’s around his feet and ankles. With that taken care of, he headed to the front door of the house. “Gwyn?” he asked almost to no one. It was almost as if he just liked how her name fell from his tongue. Once they were both ready, he headed toward the market in Damascus.
Soon enough, they entered the market. It was bustling and noisy, Instead of his usual routine of trying to find people to converse with, his eyes were mainly on… Gwyn. He was a couple of steps behind her, watching as she moved. His eyes were a bit preoccupied. “How are you feeling?” Thaddeus asked, wondering what she thought about him including himself in her errand.
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He had been taking a liking to a particular servant girl in their home. Well, a little more than just liking, but he wasn’t going to outright admit that. She was pretty, with her lovely long hair and perfect brown eyes, and ...Thaddeus could go on for hours. He believed - whether it was true or not, he didn’t care- she knew about his liking towards her, which in his eyes made things a little bit more fun. He had never had much success in finding a woman to hold close, even though he had had some experiences in the past he didn’t feel too great about. But… Gwyn was somehow able to hold Thad’s attention, and that was just enough for Thad. The man was holding the Holy text in his hand as he leaned up against the wall that was just behind where he heard Gwyneth was. He wanted to spend more time with her, and need some kind of excuse. A normal, average excuse, and nothing to make her think he was going out of his way to be with her.
Thad took a quiet but deep breath, closed his eyes for a bit and turned around the corner with a large soft smile across his face. “Gwyneth!” He addressed her, his tone of voice way too excited for his good. “You are going to the market today, yes?” He paused, his eyes scanning over her body for a moment. He was cautious of where he looked, though the pause lasted longer then he had intended it to. “I need a few things!” He blurted as if he had just decided that yes, he needed… whatever the things were. He didn’t need anything but to spend time with her… alone away from the house.
“I will come… with you?” His voice raised as if he asked a question. He realized immediately that it shouldn’t have been formed as a question, and shook his head. “No… yes, I will come with you.” He nodded his head. “Be ready in a moment.” He said in a firm voice as if trying to regain his confidence. Thaddeus stepped away, grabbed a money purse, and straightened his Na’alayim’s around his feet and ankles. With that taken care of, he headed to the front door of the house. “Gwyn?” he asked almost to no one. It was almost as if he just liked how her name fell from his tongue. Once they were both ready, he headed toward the market in Damascus.
Soon enough, they entered the market. It was bustling and noisy, Instead of his usual routine of trying to find people to converse with, his eyes were mainly on… Gwyn. He was a couple of steps behind her, watching as she moved. His eyes were a bit preoccupied. “How are you feeling?” Thaddeus asked, wondering what she thought about him including himself in her errand.
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Having come to the house to work for the last couple of months, Gwyneth is only just now starting to settle in to some form of pattern and schedule, as she found her spot within the complex hierarchy of servants working within the Jaffe Mahneeg. Every other weekend, the dark-haired girl would return to the house where her father still stayed to clean, visit with her father and pass her salary to the neighbor who now cared for her aging and senile father, but otherwise, Gwyneth remained within the household itself as she picked up various tasks.
One of the tasks the head of the servants within the household had passed on to her lately, was for Gwyneth to head out to the markets and purchase supplies needed for the family meals. Having spent many years within the markets of Damascus and using it as her playground with her elder sister as her parents worked, she knew most people within the markets, and were happy to cut her a cheaper price for her purchase, especially once they knew she was serving the prestigious house of a member of the council.
That people pandered so much to them just because they served on the council left a sour taste in her mouth, but what could Gwyneth do? Society had been raised to rever men and women in power. That they could misuse the power seem to be a fact that is forgotten by many people, but Gwyneth simply could not.
What the servant girl had not expected however, was for her to be accosted just as she was turning a corner to exit the grounds of the household.
Stumbling backwards when young master Thaddeus surprised her with a large smile, Gwyneth quickly swallowed a gasp as he fired off question after statement, leaving her with barely any space to reply more then just a nod, before he scuttled away, leaving her blinking in surprise, hands upon the rough material of her simple dark green dress lined with a brown hem. The soft headscarf she had placed on her head had slid down over her shoulder, as Thaddeus sprinted off, but before Gwyneth could adjust it back on her head and leave, he seemed to be back again, just as excitable as before, leaving Gwyneth quite surprised and taken aback as he piped up again, all excited.
"But..." she started, wanting to reject the need for him to come with her... yet what place did she have to reject? He was the second son and younger brother to the councilmembers, and what he said went. Who was Gwyneth to reject him?
Besides, if she wanted to further her plans, cultivating a good relationship with him may prove beneficial to her.
So swallowing her refusal, she bent her head in deference and fell in step behind him as they headed to the market, basket on her arm. It did not take long for them to enter the usual bustling market of Damascus, and Gwyneth smile as her old family friends greeted her, her features a familiar fixture in the older days as her eyes roamed to find the items the head had asked her to procure.
His question came as a surprise, and Gwyneth blinked in surprise, pausing at a loss for words for a moment, before finally speaking. "Fi-fine, I suppose, young master. Do you need assistance in finding what you need? You did say you need a few things."
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Having come to the house to work for the last couple of months, Gwyneth is only just now starting to settle in to some form of pattern and schedule, as she found her spot within the complex hierarchy of servants working within the Jaffe Mahneeg. Every other weekend, the dark-haired girl would return to the house where her father still stayed to clean, visit with her father and pass her salary to the neighbor who now cared for her aging and senile father, but otherwise, Gwyneth remained within the household itself as she picked up various tasks.
One of the tasks the head of the servants within the household had passed on to her lately, was for Gwyneth to head out to the markets and purchase supplies needed for the family meals. Having spent many years within the markets of Damascus and using it as her playground with her elder sister as her parents worked, she knew most people within the markets, and were happy to cut her a cheaper price for her purchase, especially once they knew she was serving the prestigious house of a member of the council.
That people pandered so much to them just because they served on the council left a sour taste in her mouth, but what could Gwyneth do? Society had been raised to rever men and women in power. That they could misuse the power seem to be a fact that is forgotten by many people, but Gwyneth simply could not.
What the servant girl had not expected however, was for her to be accosted just as she was turning a corner to exit the grounds of the household.
Stumbling backwards when young master Thaddeus surprised her with a large smile, Gwyneth quickly swallowed a gasp as he fired off question after statement, leaving her with barely any space to reply more then just a nod, before he scuttled away, leaving her blinking in surprise, hands upon the rough material of her simple dark green dress lined with a brown hem. The soft headscarf she had placed on her head had slid down over her shoulder, as Thaddeus sprinted off, but before Gwyneth could adjust it back on her head and leave, he seemed to be back again, just as excitable as before, leaving Gwyneth quite surprised and taken aback as he piped up again, all excited.
"But..." she started, wanting to reject the need for him to come with her... yet what place did she have to reject? He was the second son and younger brother to the councilmembers, and what he said went. Who was Gwyneth to reject him?
Besides, if she wanted to further her plans, cultivating a good relationship with him may prove beneficial to her.
So swallowing her refusal, she bent her head in deference and fell in step behind him as they headed to the market, basket on her arm. It did not take long for them to enter the usual bustling market of Damascus, and Gwyneth smile as her old family friends greeted her, her features a familiar fixture in the older days as her eyes roamed to find the items the head had asked her to procure.
His question came as a surprise, and Gwyneth blinked in surprise, pausing at a loss for words for a moment, before finally speaking. "Fi-fine, I suppose, young master. Do you need assistance in finding what you need? You did say you need a few things."
Having come to the house to work for the last couple of months, Gwyneth is only just now starting to settle in to some form of pattern and schedule, as she found her spot within the complex hierarchy of servants working within the Jaffe Mahneeg. Every other weekend, the dark-haired girl would return to the house where her father still stayed to clean, visit with her father and pass her salary to the neighbor who now cared for her aging and senile father, but otherwise, Gwyneth remained within the household itself as she picked up various tasks.
One of the tasks the head of the servants within the household had passed on to her lately, was for Gwyneth to head out to the markets and purchase supplies needed for the family meals. Having spent many years within the markets of Damascus and using it as her playground with her elder sister as her parents worked, she knew most people within the markets, and were happy to cut her a cheaper price for her purchase, especially once they knew she was serving the prestigious house of a member of the council.
That people pandered so much to them just because they served on the council left a sour taste in her mouth, but what could Gwyneth do? Society had been raised to rever men and women in power. That they could misuse the power seem to be a fact that is forgotten by many people, but Gwyneth simply could not.
What the servant girl had not expected however, was for her to be accosted just as she was turning a corner to exit the grounds of the household.
Stumbling backwards when young master Thaddeus surprised her with a large smile, Gwyneth quickly swallowed a gasp as he fired off question after statement, leaving her with barely any space to reply more then just a nod, before he scuttled away, leaving her blinking in surprise, hands upon the rough material of her simple dark green dress lined with a brown hem. The soft headscarf she had placed on her head had slid down over her shoulder, as Thaddeus sprinted off, but before Gwyneth could adjust it back on her head and leave, he seemed to be back again, just as excitable as before, leaving Gwyneth quite surprised and taken aback as he piped up again, all excited.
"But..." she started, wanting to reject the need for him to come with her... yet what place did she have to reject? He was the second son and younger brother to the councilmembers, and what he said went. Who was Gwyneth to reject him?
Besides, if she wanted to further her plans, cultivating a good relationship with him may prove beneficial to her.
So swallowing her refusal, she bent her head in deference and fell in step behind him as they headed to the market, basket on her arm. It did not take long for them to enter the usual bustling market of Damascus, and Gwyneth smile as her old family friends greeted her, her features a familiar fixture in the older days as her eyes roamed to find the items the head had asked her to procure.
His question came as a surprise, and Gwyneth blinked in surprise, pausing at a loss for words for a moment, before finally speaking. "Fi-fine, I suppose, young master. Do you need assistance in finding what you need? You did say you need a few things."
He loved how her hair was, looking soft to the touch and oh, so beautiful. Like always, just as she was coming around the corner, he felt his heart flicker in happiness, just like it always did when he was in her presence. He addressed her, and just… could not stop talking. He tried to keep his voice from cracking in excitement and nervousness, trying to be cool and collected to come up with an acceptable excuse to spend the day with her. Yes, of course, he always needed things from the market. Well, not today… but it was enough to not ask too many questions about it. Without asking if it was alright with her, he proceeded to include himself in her errand duties, though he would have gone anyway if she had refused. She was still a servant, though Thad didn’t like to think of her as such. He got dressed, and happily followed Gwyn, his smile practically glowing. He liked living in Damascus, it was home- comfortable, convenient and the people were interesting and his eyes generally lovely. He smiled at the many faces he recognized, before pulling his attention towards the woman who he had come to fancy.
Thaddeus frowned for probably the first time that day.
“Just…. Simply fine? Nothing more?” He didn’t understand it. He had wanted her to say something that indicated that she was happy, or better yet, pleased. But fine? Hmm. He rubbed his chin and was quiet for a moment while he walked. He was silent as she continued to ask him a question, not even acknowledging her. He didn’t even look at her. He watched his feet as he continued to take steps forward, right...left… right… and suddenly halted. He glanced over at Gwyn, still deep in his thought process, and sighed. “Yes, you can help me. I’ll be back.” He said quietly, wanting only Gwyn’s ears to hear. And with that, he turned his body, and practically ran off, picking up his speed as he headed for his direction. He didn’t think to tell Gwyn exactly where he was going or what he needed her to do.
He slipped through the crowds of people, his mission in mind. A stand stood almost like a diamond in mounds of things and people, but it was a sight to see nonetheless. Jewelry of all sizes, and most importantly, flowers. All kinds and colors of flowers and it made the stall stand out from all the dust and dirt around it. “I’ll take 10 of your finest flowers please,” Thaddeus stumbled over his words, his excitement getting the better of him. He had to repeat what he wanted, but he finally was able to pay and clutch the flowers in his hands. It took some time to get back and find Gwyn amongst all the crowds and bustling business of the market, but he finally reached her. “Here, I want you to hold these.” He offered the flowers to her, admittedly wanting her to keep them, and didn’t think about how he said what he wanted might come off as just doing another errand. He smiled, his teeth sparkling just like his eyes. “They are very important, just like you,” He said in a cheerful voice. “Do they make you feel better?”
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He loved how her hair was, looking soft to the touch and oh, so beautiful. Like always, just as she was coming around the corner, he felt his heart flicker in happiness, just like it always did when he was in her presence. He addressed her, and just… could not stop talking. He tried to keep his voice from cracking in excitement and nervousness, trying to be cool and collected to come up with an acceptable excuse to spend the day with her. Yes, of course, he always needed things from the market. Well, not today… but it was enough to not ask too many questions about it. Without asking if it was alright with her, he proceeded to include himself in her errand duties, though he would have gone anyway if she had refused. She was still a servant, though Thad didn’t like to think of her as such. He got dressed, and happily followed Gwyn, his smile practically glowing. He liked living in Damascus, it was home- comfortable, convenient and the people were interesting and his eyes generally lovely. He smiled at the many faces he recognized, before pulling his attention towards the woman who he had come to fancy.
Thaddeus frowned for probably the first time that day.
“Just…. Simply fine? Nothing more?” He didn’t understand it. He had wanted her to say something that indicated that she was happy, or better yet, pleased. But fine? Hmm. He rubbed his chin and was quiet for a moment while he walked. He was silent as she continued to ask him a question, not even acknowledging her. He didn’t even look at her. He watched his feet as he continued to take steps forward, right...left… right… and suddenly halted. He glanced over at Gwyn, still deep in his thought process, and sighed. “Yes, you can help me. I’ll be back.” He said quietly, wanting only Gwyn’s ears to hear. And with that, he turned his body, and practically ran off, picking up his speed as he headed for his direction. He didn’t think to tell Gwyn exactly where he was going or what he needed her to do.
He slipped through the crowds of people, his mission in mind. A stand stood almost like a diamond in mounds of things and people, but it was a sight to see nonetheless. Jewelry of all sizes, and most importantly, flowers. All kinds and colors of flowers and it made the stall stand out from all the dust and dirt around it. “I’ll take 10 of your finest flowers please,” Thaddeus stumbled over his words, his excitement getting the better of him. He had to repeat what he wanted, but he finally was able to pay and clutch the flowers in his hands. It took some time to get back and find Gwyn amongst all the crowds and bustling business of the market, but he finally reached her. “Here, I want you to hold these.” He offered the flowers to her, admittedly wanting her to keep them, and didn’t think about how he said what he wanted might come off as just doing another errand. He smiled, his teeth sparkling just like his eyes. “They are very important, just like you,” He said in a cheerful voice. “Do they make you feel better?”
He loved how her hair was, looking soft to the touch and oh, so beautiful. Like always, just as she was coming around the corner, he felt his heart flicker in happiness, just like it always did when he was in her presence. He addressed her, and just… could not stop talking. He tried to keep his voice from cracking in excitement and nervousness, trying to be cool and collected to come up with an acceptable excuse to spend the day with her. Yes, of course, he always needed things from the market. Well, not today… but it was enough to not ask too many questions about it. Without asking if it was alright with her, he proceeded to include himself in her errand duties, though he would have gone anyway if she had refused. She was still a servant, though Thad didn’t like to think of her as such. He got dressed, and happily followed Gwyn, his smile practically glowing. He liked living in Damascus, it was home- comfortable, convenient and the people were interesting and his eyes generally lovely. He smiled at the many faces he recognized, before pulling his attention towards the woman who he had come to fancy.
Thaddeus frowned for probably the first time that day.
“Just…. Simply fine? Nothing more?” He didn’t understand it. He had wanted her to say something that indicated that she was happy, or better yet, pleased. But fine? Hmm. He rubbed his chin and was quiet for a moment while he walked. He was silent as she continued to ask him a question, not even acknowledging her. He didn’t even look at her. He watched his feet as he continued to take steps forward, right...left… right… and suddenly halted. He glanced over at Gwyn, still deep in his thought process, and sighed. “Yes, you can help me. I’ll be back.” He said quietly, wanting only Gwyn’s ears to hear. And with that, he turned his body, and practically ran off, picking up his speed as he headed for his direction. He didn’t think to tell Gwyn exactly where he was going or what he needed her to do.
He slipped through the crowds of people, his mission in mind. A stand stood almost like a diamond in mounds of things and people, but it was a sight to see nonetheless. Jewelry of all sizes, and most importantly, flowers. All kinds and colors of flowers and it made the stall stand out from all the dust and dirt around it. “I’ll take 10 of your finest flowers please,” Thaddeus stumbled over his words, his excitement getting the better of him. He had to repeat what he wanted, but he finally was able to pay and clutch the flowers in his hands. It took some time to get back and find Gwyn amongst all the crowds and bustling business of the market, but he finally reached her. “Here, I want you to hold these.” He offered the flowers to her, admittedly wanting her to keep them, and didn’t think about how he said what he wanted might come off as just doing another errand. He smiled, his teeth sparkling just like his eyes. “They are very important, just like you,” He said in a cheerful voice. “Do they make you feel better?”
There was something about the young master that.... disconcerted Gwyneth. It wasn't in a bad way. It just rubbed her up the wrong way, because it made her question on her decisions in the dead of the night, when against her will, her mind flitted over to how forlorn his eyes would look when Gwyneth had to deny him a request, ridiculous as they sometimes could be.
Like now, when he echoed her words as if he didn't understand it. How else would he want her to respond? That she wasn't fine? That she would never be fine again until she got the rightful revenge over her sister? Because now, the only one she had left in her world was her father, and even then he was already half gone and senile? How could she ever be fine?
But he couldn't understand. He who had an easy life in a Jaffe, with family and money, could never understand death and pain. At least, not in her knowledge. So, she simply nodded, at a loss of what else to say. The young master Thaddeus always seemed to want to make conversation with her, but Gwyneth was always cowed both by his position, and by the always-simmering anger at the family he came from.
She couldn't help but raise a brow at his antics though. Watching as he darted off, she blinked a few times as if trying to make sense of what has happened. Failing to come up with a logical conclusion, Gwyneth debated on staying as he had said, or leaving to finish her errands, and was just about to decide when he suddenly appeared back in front of her, flowers in tow.
Again, Gwyneth found herself blinking rapidly in wide-eyed surprise, her lower jaw gaping slightly at the ten blooms he held out to her. Cocking her head to the side, she looked quite perplexed as she slowly reached out to hold the flowers gingerly as if they would poison her. "Help you hold them, young master? What for? Do you... plan on giving them to someone? I could deliver them for you." The last two sentences were said with a slightly more knowing smile, as if she was teasing him. Gwyneth may hold anger for his family, but she was still a naturally playful girl, if a little on the quiet side, and couldn't help it. "They must be for someone important, so I promise I wouldn't lose them." the brunette finished off with a satisfied smile, tucking the flowers carefully in the basket she carried, before continuing on her way in the market picking out the stuff she was instructed to pick.
"Perhaps you could show me where this young lady stays, master Thaddeus? I can discreetly deliver it, if you'd like me to." Gwyneth offered helpfully, faintly wondering why was she bothering to help him. He was supposedly the 'enemy' was he not? But something about Thaddeus was just so innocent, the brunette found it hard not to help him.
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There was something about the young master that.... disconcerted Gwyneth. It wasn't in a bad way. It just rubbed her up the wrong way, because it made her question on her decisions in the dead of the night, when against her will, her mind flitted over to how forlorn his eyes would look when Gwyneth had to deny him a request, ridiculous as they sometimes could be.
Like now, when he echoed her words as if he didn't understand it. How else would he want her to respond? That she wasn't fine? That she would never be fine again until she got the rightful revenge over her sister? Because now, the only one she had left in her world was her father, and even then he was already half gone and senile? How could she ever be fine?
But he couldn't understand. He who had an easy life in a Jaffe, with family and money, could never understand death and pain. At least, not in her knowledge. So, she simply nodded, at a loss of what else to say. The young master Thaddeus always seemed to want to make conversation with her, but Gwyneth was always cowed both by his position, and by the always-simmering anger at the family he came from.
She couldn't help but raise a brow at his antics though. Watching as he darted off, she blinked a few times as if trying to make sense of what has happened. Failing to come up with a logical conclusion, Gwyneth debated on staying as he had said, or leaving to finish her errands, and was just about to decide when he suddenly appeared back in front of her, flowers in tow.
Again, Gwyneth found herself blinking rapidly in wide-eyed surprise, her lower jaw gaping slightly at the ten blooms he held out to her. Cocking her head to the side, she looked quite perplexed as she slowly reached out to hold the flowers gingerly as if they would poison her. "Help you hold them, young master? What for? Do you... plan on giving them to someone? I could deliver them for you." The last two sentences were said with a slightly more knowing smile, as if she was teasing him. Gwyneth may hold anger for his family, but she was still a naturally playful girl, if a little on the quiet side, and couldn't help it. "They must be for someone important, so I promise I wouldn't lose them." the brunette finished off with a satisfied smile, tucking the flowers carefully in the basket she carried, before continuing on her way in the market picking out the stuff she was instructed to pick.
"Perhaps you could show me where this young lady stays, master Thaddeus? I can discreetly deliver it, if you'd like me to." Gwyneth offered helpfully, faintly wondering why was she bothering to help him. He was supposedly the 'enemy' was he not? But something about Thaddeus was just so innocent, the brunette found it hard not to help him.
There was something about the young master that.... disconcerted Gwyneth. It wasn't in a bad way. It just rubbed her up the wrong way, because it made her question on her decisions in the dead of the night, when against her will, her mind flitted over to how forlorn his eyes would look when Gwyneth had to deny him a request, ridiculous as they sometimes could be.
Like now, when he echoed her words as if he didn't understand it. How else would he want her to respond? That she wasn't fine? That she would never be fine again until she got the rightful revenge over her sister? Because now, the only one she had left in her world was her father, and even then he was already half gone and senile? How could she ever be fine?
But he couldn't understand. He who had an easy life in a Jaffe, with family and money, could never understand death and pain. At least, not in her knowledge. So, she simply nodded, at a loss of what else to say. The young master Thaddeus always seemed to want to make conversation with her, but Gwyneth was always cowed both by his position, and by the always-simmering anger at the family he came from.
She couldn't help but raise a brow at his antics though. Watching as he darted off, she blinked a few times as if trying to make sense of what has happened. Failing to come up with a logical conclusion, Gwyneth debated on staying as he had said, or leaving to finish her errands, and was just about to decide when he suddenly appeared back in front of her, flowers in tow.
Again, Gwyneth found herself blinking rapidly in wide-eyed surprise, her lower jaw gaping slightly at the ten blooms he held out to her. Cocking her head to the side, she looked quite perplexed as she slowly reached out to hold the flowers gingerly as if they would poison her. "Help you hold them, young master? What for? Do you... plan on giving them to someone? I could deliver them for you." The last two sentences were said with a slightly more knowing smile, as if she was teasing him. Gwyneth may hold anger for his family, but she was still a naturally playful girl, if a little on the quiet side, and couldn't help it. "They must be for someone important, so I promise I wouldn't lose them." the brunette finished off with a satisfied smile, tucking the flowers carefully in the basket she carried, before continuing on her way in the market picking out the stuff she was instructed to pick.
"Perhaps you could show me where this young lady stays, master Thaddeus? I can discreetly deliver it, if you'd like me to." Gwyneth offered helpfully, faintly wondering why was she bothering to help him. He was supposedly the 'enemy' was he not? But something about Thaddeus was just so innocent, the brunette found it hard not to help him.
The flowers were vibrant and heavenly as if the delicacy of them would melt away at any strong touch. 10 was the right amount, Thaddeus believed, and he carried them over to where Gwyn was standing. He smiled brightly as he moved closer to her, his happiness at its height whenever he got to be near her. He asked her to hold the flowers for him, not getting to the point of what he really wanted. What he really wanted was for her to keep them, but he didn't want to come across too strongly. It was not like he could flat out say his true feelings… He continued to smile while she spoke, though confusion glittered across his eyes. "It'll be a short delivery." He blurted out, not really knowing what to say. How to have her keep them, but not reveal his secrets? He looked over her before giving her another grin. He paused in answering her question, just thinking of a response. It was just like her to catch him off guard, but… it was not that it didn't like it. Lord above, help him. "I trust you in not losing them; the person is indeed very important to me." He replied finally, gazing into her exquisite eyes. He couldn't help but follow her footsteps, watching her work, and do her errands.
Her next words, however, halted his movement. He froze a bit, before wringing his fingers with his hands and jogged slightly to catch back up to Gwyn. He didn't know how to respond, and at first, he didn't want to. He would surely get caught. She mentioned a young lady, and the only young lady he really had his focus on was her. He didn't even know another who could be used to keep the truth hidden...Next, she mentioned being discreet, which is what he wanted to be and was close to failing. Thad looked down at the ground beneath his feet. "Thank you for your help Gwyen. With everything, thank you." He said softly before giving her his usual smile.
"You actually won't have to travel far, because she is…" His words stalled. "She is…." He pointed to a random woman, who he barely knew. He didn't even know her name. "There, she is there. You can take the flowers to her." His heartfelt like it was disintegrating inside of him, but giving the flowers away to someone who he barely knew to protect his true intentions? It was a better choice. He, however, was never good at hiding his emotions, and he seemed a little sad for giving away gorgeous flowers to the wrong person. He just wanted Gwyn to keep them, but he doubted that he could explain himself for her to understand what was going through his head.
"Is there anything that I can do to help you?" He showed his bright smile once more, craving to change the subject.
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The flowers were vibrant and heavenly as if the delicacy of them would melt away at any strong touch. 10 was the right amount, Thaddeus believed, and he carried them over to where Gwyn was standing. He smiled brightly as he moved closer to her, his happiness at its height whenever he got to be near her. He asked her to hold the flowers for him, not getting to the point of what he really wanted. What he really wanted was for her to keep them, but he didn't want to come across too strongly. It was not like he could flat out say his true feelings… He continued to smile while she spoke, though confusion glittered across his eyes. "It'll be a short delivery." He blurted out, not really knowing what to say. How to have her keep them, but not reveal his secrets? He looked over her before giving her another grin. He paused in answering her question, just thinking of a response. It was just like her to catch him off guard, but… it was not that it didn't like it. Lord above, help him. "I trust you in not losing them; the person is indeed very important to me." He replied finally, gazing into her exquisite eyes. He couldn't help but follow her footsteps, watching her work, and do her errands.
Her next words, however, halted his movement. He froze a bit, before wringing his fingers with his hands and jogged slightly to catch back up to Gwyn. He didn't know how to respond, and at first, he didn't want to. He would surely get caught. She mentioned a young lady, and the only young lady he really had his focus on was her. He didn't even know another who could be used to keep the truth hidden...Next, she mentioned being discreet, which is what he wanted to be and was close to failing. Thad looked down at the ground beneath his feet. "Thank you for your help Gwyen. With everything, thank you." He said softly before giving her his usual smile.
"You actually won't have to travel far, because she is…" His words stalled. "She is…." He pointed to a random woman, who he barely knew. He didn't even know her name. "There, she is there. You can take the flowers to her." His heartfelt like it was disintegrating inside of him, but giving the flowers away to someone who he barely knew to protect his true intentions? It was a better choice. He, however, was never good at hiding his emotions, and he seemed a little sad for giving away gorgeous flowers to the wrong person. He just wanted Gwyn to keep them, but he doubted that he could explain himself for her to understand what was going through his head.
"Is there anything that I can do to help you?" He showed his bright smile once more, craving to change the subject.
The flowers were vibrant and heavenly as if the delicacy of them would melt away at any strong touch. 10 was the right amount, Thaddeus believed, and he carried them over to where Gwyn was standing. He smiled brightly as he moved closer to her, his happiness at its height whenever he got to be near her. He asked her to hold the flowers for him, not getting to the point of what he really wanted. What he really wanted was for her to keep them, but he didn't want to come across too strongly. It was not like he could flat out say his true feelings… He continued to smile while she spoke, though confusion glittered across his eyes. "It'll be a short delivery." He blurted out, not really knowing what to say. How to have her keep them, but not reveal his secrets? He looked over her before giving her another grin. He paused in answering her question, just thinking of a response. It was just like her to catch him off guard, but… it was not that it didn't like it. Lord above, help him. "I trust you in not losing them; the person is indeed very important to me." He replied finally, gazing into her exquisite eyes. He couldn't help but follow her footsteps, watching her work, and do her errands.
Her next words, however, halted his movement. He froze a bit, before wringing his fingers with his hands and jogged slightly to catch back up to Gwyn. He didn't know how to respond, and at first, he didn't want to. He would surely get caught. She mentioned a young lady, and the only young lady he really had his focus on was her. He didn't even know another who could be used to keep the truth hidden...Next, she mentioned being discreet, which is what he wanted to be and was close to failing. Thad looked down at the ground beneath his feet. "Thank you for your help Gwyen. With everything, thank you." He said softly before giving her his usual smile.
"You actually won't have to travel far, because she is…" His words stalled. "She is…." He pointed to a random woman, who he barely knew. He didn't even know her name. "There, she is there. You can take the flowers to her." His heartfelt like it was disintegrating inside of him, but giving the flowers away to someone who he barely knew to protect his true intentions? It was a better choice. He, however, was never good at hiding his emotions, and he seemed a little sad for giving away gorgeous flowers to the wrong person. He just wanted Gwyn to keep them, but he doubted that he could explain himself for her to understand what was going through his head.
"Is there anything that I can do to help you?" He showed his bright smile once more, craving to change the subject.
His mannerism confused her. One moment, Thaddeus of Tzephaniah ahd seemed to be vibrant, over the moon at the mere idea of just a trip to the market with them. Wasn't it good deed Gwyneth offered to do for him, when she offered to deliver the flowers? She would imagine he wanted the girl of his dreams to know of his affections, especially when he seemed so excited. Yet when she made her offer, he seemed to wilt before her eyes, as he blurted out words that made little sense to Gwyneth.
The girl cocked her head to a side as she nodded at his trust, not blinking. She was a good servant, for all that she harbored a mistrust against the whole family - at the very least, unlike his brothers and father, Thaddeus seemed wholly innocent of the whole issue that surrounded her sister's execution. His smile seemed true, and for that Gwyneth reasoned that she simply felt sorry for the man for his monstrous relatives, an excuse for why her heart skipped a beat whenever she saw his smile.
Her face lit up when she pointed out a lady, and then when her eyes followed his fingers and fell upon a random lady, she raised a brow and glanced curiously at Thaddeus. "This is... convenient. Are you sure you wouldn't want to give the flowers yourself, young Master? I'm sure she'd be pleased to have the affections of someone like you." Gwyneth tried to reason, yet failing in such, simply did as she was told.
Tightening the shawl around her head, Gwyneth held the flowers as she weaved through the crowd of people at the market, and when she eventually reached the woman who seemd quite surprised, the servant gave the flowers with a simple smile and a message of its annonymity, before returning to Thaddeus with a triumphant smile. "She seemed to like it. Perhaps you can ask Master Amiti to arrange a meeting with her family?" Afterall, his elder brother was soon to get married, if the rumors Gwyneth heard in the kitchens were right.
For a moment however, Gwyneth wondered what exactly would be the sort of woman for this man. She had only briefly worked in the Manheeg, yet even then she knew of the social butterfly that was Thaddeus who simply loved fun and was perpetually curious. A proper, arranged marriage didn't seem to sit well with a character like he is at all.
But what was it to her.
Pushing it quickly out of her mind just in time to catch his words, Gwyneth paused as she considered, before finally giving in. She's already denied his help a few times now,but if he insisted, she may as well use the offer. Handing the basket she carried to him, the girl motioned for him to follow, before she asked with a smile, "Anything you'd like for dinner tonight?"
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His mannerism confused her. One moment, Thaddeus of Tzephaniah ahd seemed to be vibrant, over the moon at the mere idea of just a trip to the market with them. Wasn't it good deed Gwyneth offered to do for him, when she offered to deliver the flowers? She would imagine he wanted the girl of his dreams to know of his affections, especially when he seemed so excited. Yet when she made her offer, he seemed to wilt before her eyes, as he blurted out words that made little sense to Gwyneth.
The girl cocked her head to a side as she nodded at his trust, not blinking. She was a good servant, for all that she harbored a mistrust against the whole family - at the very least, unlike his brothers and father, Thaddeus seemed wholly innocent of the whole issue that surrounded her sister's execution. His smile seemed true, and for that Gwyneth reasoned that she simply felt sorry for the man for his monstrous relatives, an excuse for why her heart skipped a beat whenever she saw his smile.
Her face lit up when she pointed out a lady, and then when her eyes followed his fingers and fell upon a random lady, she raised a brow and glanced curiously at Thaddeus. "This is... convenient. Are you sure you wouldn't want to give the flowers yourself, young Master? I'm sure she'd be pleased to have the affections of someone like you." Gwyneth tried to reason, yet failing in such, simply did as she was told.
Tightening the shawl around her head, Gwyneth held the flowers as she weaved through the crowd of people at the market, and when she eventually reached the woman who seemd quite surprised, the servant gave the flowers with a simple smile and a message of its annonymity, before returning to Thaddeus with a triumphant smile. "She seemed to like it. Perhaps you can ask Master Amiti to arrange a meeting with her family?" Afterall, his elder brother was soon to get married, if the rumors Gwyneth heard in the kitchens were right.
For a moment however, Gwyneth wondered what exactly would be the sort of woman for this man. She had only briefly worked in the Manheeg, yet even then she knew of the social butterfly that was Thaddeus who simply loved fun and was perpetually curious. A proper, arranged marriage didn't seem to sit well with a character like he is at all.
But what was it to her.
Pushing it quickly out of her mind just in time to catch his words, Gwyneth paused as she considered, before finally giving in. She's already denied his help a few times now,but if he insisted, she may as well use the offer. Handing the basket she carried to him, the girl motioned for him to follow, before she asked with a smile, "Anything you'd like for dinner tonight?"
His mannerism confused her. One moment, Thaddeus of Tzephaniah ahd seemed to be vibrant, over the moon at the mere idea of just a trip to the market with them. Wasn't it good deed Gwyneth offered to do for him, when she offered to deliver the flowers? She would imagine he wanted the girl of his dreams to know of his affections, especially when he seemed so excited. Yet when she made her offer, he seemed to wilt before her eyes, as he blurted out words that made little sense to Gwyneth.
The girl cocked her head to a side as she nodded at his trust, not blinking. She was a good servant, for all that she harbored a mistrust against the whole family - at the very least, unlike his brothers and father, Thaddeus seemed wholly innocent of the whole issue that surrounded her sister's execution. His smile seemed true, and for that Gwyneth reasoned that she simply felt sorry for the man for his monstrous relatives, an excuse for why her heart skipped a beat whenever she saw his smile.
Her face lit up when she pointed out a lady, and then when her eyes followed his fingers and fell upon a random lady, she raised a brow and glanced curiously at Thaddeus. "This is... convenient. Are you sure you wouldn't want to give the flowers yourself, young Master? I'm sure she'd be pleased to have the affections of someone like you." Gwyneth tried to reason, yet failing in such, simply did as she was told.
Tightening the shawl around her head, Gwyneth held the flowers as she weaved through the crowd of people at the market, and when she eventually reached the woman who seemd quite surprised, the servant gave the flowers with a simple smile and a message of its annonymity, before returning to Thaddeus with a triumphant smile. "She seemed to like it. Perhaps you can ask Master Amiti to arrange a meeting with her family?" Afterall, his elder brother was soon to get married, if the rumors Gwyneth heard in the kitchens were right.
For a moment however, Gwyneth wondered what exactly would be the sort of woman for this man. She had only briefly worked in the Manheeg, yet even then she knew of the social butterfly that was Thaddeus who simply loved fun and was perpetually curious. A proper, arranged marriage didn't seem to sit well with a character like he is at all.
But what was it to her.
Pushing it quickly out of her mind just in time to catch his words, Gwyneth paused as she considered, before finally giving in. She's already denied his help a few times now,but if he insisted, she may as well use the offer. Handing the basket she carried to him, the girl motioned for him to follow, before she asked with a smile, "Anything you'd like for dinner tonight?"
He wanted to be able to tell Gwyneth to keep the flowers- they were just as magnificent as her. He smiled as held on to the flowers, and Thaddeus seemed his happy self again. Until, at least she asked if she could bring them to the person he had made up. No, he couldn’t tell her that they were actually for her! He wasn’t even sure if she liked him, and plus… she was only a servant girl. What would father think? What would Amiti think? Thaddeus knew he had to be cautious. He pointed towards a random woman, who he didn’t even know. He was protecting his intentions, and protecting Gwyn…. Thaddeus had to keep telling himself that it would just cause a mess if she found out he liked her… The servant girl seemed to question his somewhat obvious faking, and his heart started beating more rapidly. “Uh, well… no, too busy.” He blurted, unable to come up with an excuse. His frown turned down as Gwyn walked away towards the woman who he had pointed to. Perfect. His eyes became clouded and sorrowful as Gywn gave the flowers away, and his heart grew heavy. He had bought the flowers for Gwyn! They were Gwyn’s! And yet Gwyn had given them away, obeying his own orders. He couldn’t believe how loyal she was…. But even more upset that she hadn’t fought to keep the flowers for herself. Of course, he didn’t take into account that Gwyn couldn’t read his mind….
He was still frowning by the time Gwyn came back, and he barely heard the woman he had been catching a fancy for when she spoke about how the random woman had liked the flowers. He snapped out of his sad trance when she mentioned his family, and he shook his head frantically. “Absolutely no way!” Thaddeus uttered as he folded his arms over his chest. “Don’t bring this up to Amiti either.” While perhaps it was a good disguise to let his family think he actually was courting someone other than Gwyn, Thaddeus just couldn’t stomach it. It’d be a terror….
Desperate for a new topic, Thaddeus offered his help to Gwyn once more. As if nothing had happened, his eyes became bright and so was his big smile. “Fish would be nice!” he commented. “What kind of fish do you like to eat?” He moved the basket on his arm as he followed her. “I can get some bread too, maybe we should also grab milk.” He of course, couldn’t help but start thinking about Gwyn all over again. “And then maybe when we are done, we can go and sit and uh... watch the busyness of the marketplace?” Thaddeus grinned. “Together?”
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He wanted to be able to tell Gwyneth to keep the flowers- they were just as magnificent as her. He smiled as held on to the flowers, and Thaddeus seemed his happy self again. Until, at least she asked if she could bring them to the person he had made up. No, he couldn’t tell her that they were actually for her! He wasn’t even sure if she liked him, and plus… she was only a servant girl. What would father think? What would Amiti think? Thaddeus knew he had to be cautious. He pointed towards a random woman, who he didn’t even know. He was protecting his intentions, and protecting Gwyn…. Thaddeus had to keep telling himself that it would just cause a mess if she found out he liked her… The servant girl seemed to question his somewhat obvious faking, and his heart started beating more rapidly. “Uh, well… no, too busy.” He blurted, unable to come up with an excuse. His frown turned down as Gwyn walked away towards the woman who he had pointed to. Perfect. His eyes became clouded and sorrowful as Gywn gave the flowers away, and his heart grew heavy. He had bought the flowers for Gwyn! They were Gwyn’s! And yet Gwyn had given them away, obeying his own orders. He couldn’t believe how loyal she was…. But even more upset that she hadn’t fought to keep the flowers for herself. Of course, he didn’t take into account that Gwyn couldn’t read his mind….
He was still frowning by the time Gwyn came back, and he barely heard the woman he had been catching a fancy for when she spoke about how the random woman had liked the flowers. He snapped out of his sad trance when she mentioned his family, and he shook his head frantically. “Absolutely no way!” Thaddeus uttered as he folded his arms over his chest. “Don’t bring this up to Amiti either.” While perhaps it was a good disguise to let his family think he actually was courting someone other than Gwyn, Thaddeus just couldn’t stomach it. It’d be a terror….
Desperate for a new topic, Thaddeus offered his help to Gwyn once more. As if nothing had happened, his eyes became bright and so was his big smile. “Fish would be nice!” he commented. “What kind of fish do you like to eat?” He moved the basket on his arm as he followed her. “I can get some bread too, maybe we should also grab milk.” He of course, couldn’t help but start thinking about Gwyn all over again. “And then maybe when we are done, we can go and sit and uh... watch the busyness of the marketplace?” Thaddeus grinned. “Together?”
He wanted to be able to tell Gwyneth to keep the flowers- they were just as magnificent as her. He smiled as held on to the flowers, and Thaddeus seemed his happy self again. Until, at least she asked if she could bring them to the person he had made up. No, he couldn’t tell her that they were actually for her! He wasn’t even sure if she liked him, and plus… she was only a servant girl. What would father think? What would Amiti think? Thaddeus knew he had to be cautious. He pointed towards a random woman, who he didn’t even know. He was protecting his intentions, and protecting Gwyn…. Thaddeus had to keep telling himself that it would just cause a mess if she found out he liked her… The servant girl seemed to question his somewhat obvious faking, and his heart started beating more rapidly. “Uh, well… no, too busy.” He blurted, unable to come up with an excuse. His frown turned down as Gwyn walked away towards the woman who he had pointed to. Perfect. His eyes became clouded and sorrowful as Gywn gave the flowers away, and his heart grew heavy. He had bought the flowers for Gwyn! They were Gwyn’s! And yet Gwyn had given them away, obeying his own orders. He couldn’t believe how loyal she was…. But even more upset that she hadn’t fought to keep the flowers for herself. Of course, he didn’t take into account that Gwyn couldn’t read his mind….
He was still frowning by the time Gwyn came back, and he barely heard the woman he had been catching a fancy for when she spoke about how the random woman had liked the flowers. He snapped out of his sad trance when she mentioned his family, and he shook his head frantically. “Absolutely no way!” Thaddeus uttered as he folded his arms over his chest. “Don’t bring this up to Amiti either.” While perhaps it was a good disguise to let his family think he actually was courting someone other than Gwyn, Thaddeus just couldn’t stomach it. It’d be a terror….
Desperate for a new topic, Thaddeus offered his help to Gwyn once more. As if nothing had happened, his eyes became bright and so was his big smile. “Fish would be nice!” he commented. “What kind of fish do you like to eat?” He moved the basket on his arm as he followed her. “I can get some bread too, maybe we should also grab milk.” He of course, couldn’t help but start thinking about Gwyn all over again. “And then maybe when we are done, we can go and sit and uh... watch the busyness of the marketplace?” Thaddeus grinned. “Together?”
He seemed oddly defensive whenever Gwyneth had asked about him pursuing the woman by himself. Was he perhaps shy? That would seem odd, for Master Thaddeus had always seemed outgoing and eager to get to know people. That he would be shy when he obviously liked a woman did not seem right to Gwyneth. If she had been on better terms with the family, she would had have tried to help him by even letting his elder brother know, for surely Amiti would not mind an upstanding young lady to be his brother's wife, but she had no wish to see the family succeed after what they had done to her sister, so Gwyneth merely did nothing as they continued down the market.
The young man's joyous nature was infectious however, and Gwyneth found herself smiling despite herself as he suggested fish. Fish was abundant at this time of the year, albeit a little expensive. But it wasn't anything that Jaffe Manheeg could not afford, and going with his suggestion, Gwyneth nodded as she led him down to the riverside of the market to get the freshest of fist.
Fresh caught sea bream and grouper were laid out under the sun, and while Gwyneth's nose wrinkled at the salty tang in the air, she had no qualms about picking up her skirts to navigate the damp areas of the fishmonger's, picking out two of the freshest she could find to be wrapped up in paper, before slotting it in the basket, "Sea bream is the freshest today, and would taste well with the herbs and garlic we already have at home. I think you'll like that, Master Thaddeus." she murmured, nodding as he suggested bread and milk. They were staples in the household, and Gwyneth had begun making the bread they eat herself as she got more integrated in the household.
Weaving back to the main market area to pick up some herbs to ensure the bread she made later was fragrant, a jar of milk was also picked up and placed in the basket, just as he suggested watching.
Unable to contain her perplexed expression, it showed on her knitted forehead as she rose a brow, and then glanced at the lightly chilled milk and wrapped fish. "I... er, I don't think the wares we just bought would hold if we were to stay out for too long, young Master." Gwyneth responded hesitantly, her face that of confusion. "Would the market not be too... er, busy for us to just be sitting there, then?" Not that Gwyneth would not enjoy it, for if she had the time to spare, the girl would like nothing more then just to sit by and watch. But unlike the man, she had work to do, and she doubted the head servant back at the Manheeg would be too happy if she got back late, for dinner preperations would have to be started.
Biting her bottom lip, Gwyneth glanced at the many people at the market, before finishing. "i would have to return to ensure meals are prepared, so I'm sorry I won't be able to join you, Master Thaddeus."
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He seemed oddly defensive whenever Gwyneth had asked about him pursuing the woman by himself. Was he perhaps shy? That would seem odd, for Master Thaddeus had always seemed outgoing and eager to get to know people. That he would be shy when he obviously liked a woman did not seem right to Gwyneth. If she had been on better terms with the family, she would had have tried to help him by even letting his elder brother know, for surely Amiti would not mind an upstanding young lady to be his brother's wife, but she had no wish to see the family succeed after what they had done to her sister, so Gwyneth merely did nothing as they continued down the market.
The young man's joyous nature was infectious however, and Gwyneth found herself smiling despite herself as he suggested fish. Fish was abundant at this time of the year, albeit a little expensive. But it wasn't anything that Jaffe Manheeg could not afford, and going with his suggestion, Gwyneth nodded as she led him down to the riverside of the market to get the freshest of fist.
Fresh caught sea bream and grouper were laid out under the sun, and while Gwyneth's nose wrinkled at the salty tang in the air, she had no qualms about picking up her skirts to navigate the damp areas of the fishmonger's, picking out two of the freshest she could find to be wrapped up in paper, before slotting it in the basket, "Sea bream is the freshest today, and would taste well with the herbs and garlic we already have at home. I think you'll like that, Master Thaddeus." she murmured, nodding as he suggested bread and milk. They were staples in the household, and Gwyneth had begun making the bread they eat herself as she got more integrated in the household.
Weaving back to the main market area to pick up some herbs to ensure the bread she made later was fragrant, a jar of milk was also picked up and placed in the basket, just as he suggested watching.
Unable to contain her perplexed expression, it showed on her knitted forehead as she rose a brow, and then glanced at the lightly chilled milk and wrapped fish. "I... er, I don't think the wares we just bought would hold if we were to stay out for too long, young Master." Gwyneth responded hesitantly, her face that of confusion. "Would the market not be too... er, busy for us to just be sitting there, then?" Not that Gwyneth would not enjoy it, for if she had the time to spare, the girl would like nothing more then just to sit by and watch. But unlike the man, she had work to do, and she doubted the head servant back at the Manheeg would be too happy if she got back late, for dinner preperations would have to be started.
Biting her bottom lip, Gwyneth glanced at the many people at the market, before finishing. "i would have to return to ensure meals are prepared, so I'm sorry I won't be able to join you, Master Thaddeus."
He seemed oddly defensive whenever Gwyneth had asked about him pursuing the woman by himself. Was he perhaps shy? That would seem odd, for Master Thaddeus had always seemed outgoing and eager to get to know people. That he would be shy when he obviously liked a woman did not seem right to Gwyneth. If she had been on better terms with the family, she would had have tried to help him by even letting his elder brother know, for surely Amiti would not mind an upstanding young lady to be his brother's wife, but she had no wish to see the family succeed after what they had done to her sister, so Gwyneth merely did nothing as they continued down the market.
The young man's joyous nature was infectious however, and Gwyneth found herself smiling despite herself as he suggested fish. Fish was abundant at this time of the year, albeit a little expensive. But it wasn't anything that Jaffe Manheeg could not afford, and going with his suggestion, Gwyneth nodded as she led him down to the riverside of the market to get the freshest of fist.
Fresh caught sea bream and grouper were laid out under the sun, and while Gwyneth's nose wrinkled at the salty tang in the air, she had no qualms about picking up her skirts to navigate the damp areas of the fishmonger's, picking out two of the freshest she could find to be wrapped up in paper, before slotting it in the basket, "Sea bream is the freshest today, and would taste well with the herbs and garlic we already have at home. I think you'll like that, Master Thaddeus." she murmured, nodding as he suggested bread and milk. They were staples in the household, and Gwyneth had begun making the bread they eat herself as she got more integrated in the household.
Weaving back to the main market area to pick up some herbs to ensure the bread she made later was fragrant, a jar of milk was also picked up and placed in the basket, just as he suggested watching.
Unable to contain her perplexed expression, it showed on her knitted forehead as she rose a brow, and then glanced at the lightly chilled milk and wrapped fish. "I... er, I don't think the wares we just bought would hold if we were to stay out for too long, young Master." Gwyneth responded hesitantly, her face that of confusion. "Would the market not be too... er, busy for us to just be sitting there, then?" Not that Gwyneth would not enjoy it, for if she had the time to spare, the girl would like nothing more then just to sit by and watch. But unlike the man, she had work to do, and she doubted the head servant back at the Manheeg would be too happy if she got back late, for dinner preperations would have to be started.
Biting her bottom lip, Gwyneth glanced at the many people at the market, before finishing. "i would have to return to ensure meals are prepared, so I'm sorry I won't be able to join you, Master Thaddeus."
The flowers were gone. The flowers meant for the beautiful Gwyn were gone into another person’s hand, and he felt his heart ache with the fact that he hadn’t been able to tell the truth. Hopefully, though, the flowers would be the only thing sacrificed in order to hide his feelings, and that maybe, later, he’d be able to tell Gwyneth outright that his eyes were only for her, and that…. His thoughts were interrupted by the ideas of what to eat for dinner. Fish, bread milk. All good things to grab, and he was sure Gwyn would agree with him. When she mentioned sea breath breath he nodded in agreement, “That will be just well!” He commented, before they started down the market to get the dinner. He knew he shouldn’t keep the rest of his family waiting, but after losing the flowers, Thad could not help himself. He wanted to continue to spend time with her, alone, and what better way to do that then to share one of the activities that he really enjoyed, which was watching people in the market. His smile dimmed just slightly at her words, his eyes flickering over her.
“I don’t want you to get in trouble,” He muttered, before sighing. “No, I do it all the time. I have specific spots I sit,” But perhaps he wouldn’t be able to show her them today. When she spoke her next words, all he felt was rejection. First the flowers, now he was completely and utterly rejected! The happy aura around him which was usually so bright, seemed to darken and his eyes lowered. How was he ever going to get Gwyn to like him? It all seemed so hopeless. He understood her concerns, and it wasn’t like she knew, but that didn’t help the fact that both times he had made his moves both times he had utterly failed. He looked at her, and moved closer. “When dinner is done, meet me behind the house, okay?” Of course, he didn’t tell her why, but this would be his last attempt, for a little while. “Please?” Until he could go back to the drawing board and figure out a real, actual plan. Not that these hadn’t been in the plan, but apparently they had been a bad plan. He offered his hand to take the basket, giving her a smile after it had vanished. “Here, I can carry those back home for you.”
They got everything they needed, and arrived home. As Gwyn went to work, Thaddeus walked over to his room and shut the door behind him. What a DAY. It hadn’t gone to plan, obviously, and Thaddeus just felt tired. Who knew liking someone would be so much work?! He just hoped she’d actually join him after dinner. That would be the saving grace of the whole day, and he’d just hoped at least something would go right. Thaddeus only emerged from his room once dinner was ready, and he continuously glanced over in Gwyn’s direction as he sat down. He didn’t speak a word, though. He ate dinner as if nothing happened, talking with his brothers and father while enjoying what they had brought over from the market. When he was finished, he helped clean the table, before walking without a word to go outside, behind the house, where he told Gwyn to meet him. He leaned against the building, twiddling his fingers. Would she come?
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The flowers were gone. The flowers meant for the beautiful Gwyn were gone into another person’s hand, and he felt his heart ache with the fact that he hadn’t been able to tell the truth. Hopefully, though, the flowers would be the only thing sacrificed in order to hide his feelings, and that maybe, later, he’d be able to tell Gwyneth outright that his eyes were only for her, and that…. His thoughts were interrupted by the ideas of what to eat for dinner. Fish, bread milk. All good things to grab, and he was sure Gwyn would agree with him. When she mentioned sea breath breath he nodded in agreement, “That will be just well!” He commented, before they started down the market to get the dinner. He knew he shouldn’t keep the rest of his family waiting, but after losing the flowers, Thad could not help himself. He wanted to continue to spend time with her, alone, and what better way to do that then to share one of the activities that he really enjoyed, which was watching people in the market. His smile dimmed just slightly at her words, his eyes flickering over her.
“I don’t want you to get in trouble,” He muttered, before sighing. “No, I do it all the time. I have specific spots I sit,” But perhaps he wouldn’t be able to show her them today. When she spoke her next words, all he felt was rejection. First the flowers, now he was completely and utterly rejected! The happy aura around him which was usually so bright, seemed to darken and his eyes lowered. How was he ever going to get Gwyn to like him? It all seemed so hopeless. He understood her concerns, and it wasn’t like she knew, but that didn’t help the fact that both times he had made his moves both times he had utterly failed. He looked at her, and moved closer. “When dinner is done, meet me behind the house, okay?” Of course, he didn’t tell her why, but this would be his last attempt, for a little while. “Please?” Until he could go back to the drawing board and figure out a real, actual plan. Not that these hadn’t been in the plan, but apparently they had been a bad plan. He offered his hand to take the basket, giving her a smile after it had vanished. “Here, I can carry those back home for you.”
They got everything they needed, and arrived home. As Gwyn went to work, Thaddeus walked over to his room and shut the door behind him. What a DAY. It hadn’t gone to plan, obviously, and Thaddeus just felt tired. Who knew liking someone would be so much work?! He just hoped she’d actually join him after dinner. That would be the saving grace of the whole day, and he’d just hoped at least something would go right. Thaddeus only emerged from his room once dinner was ready, and he continuously glanced over in Gwyn’s direction as he sat down. He didn’t speak a word, though. He ate dinner as if nothing happened, talking with his brothers and father while enjoying what they had brought over from the market. When he was finished, he helped clean the table, before walking without a word to go outside, behind the house, where he told Gwyn to meet him. He leaned against the building, twiddling his fingers. Would she come?
The flowers were gone. The flowers meant for the beautiful Gwyn were gone into another person’s hand, and he felt his heart ache with the fact that he hadn’t been able to tell the truth. Hopefully, though, the flowers would be the only thing sacrificed in order to hide his feelings, and that maybe, later, he’d be able to tell Gwyneth outright that his eyes were only for her, and that…. His thoughts were interrupted by the ideas of what to eat for dinner. Fish, bread milk. All good things to grab, and he was sure Gwyn would agree with him. When she mentioned sea breath breath he nodded in agreement, “That will be just well!” He commented, before they started down the market to get the dinner. He knew he shouldn’t keep the rest of his family waiting, but after losing the flowers, Thad could not help himself. He wanted to continue to spend time with her, alone, and what better way to do that then to share one of the activities that he really enjoyed, which was watching people in the market. His smile dimmed just slightly at her words, his eyes flickering over her.
“I don’t want you to get in trouble,” He muttered, before sighing. “No, I do it all the time. I have specific spots I sit,” But perhaps he wouldn’t be able to show her them today. When she spoke her next words, all he felt was rejection. First the flowers, now he was completely and utterly rejected! The happy aura around him which was usually so bright, seemed to darken and his eyes lowered. How was he ever going to get Gwyn to like him? It all seemed so hopeless. He understood her concerns, and it wasn’t like she knew, but that didn’t help the fact that both times he had made his moves both times he had utterly failed. He looked at her, and moved closer. “When dinner is done, meet me behind the house, okay?” Of course, he didn’t tell her why, but this would be his last attempt, for a little while. “Please?” Until he could go back to the drawing board and figure out a real, actual plan. Not that these hadn’t been in the plan, but apparently they had been a bad plan. He offered his hand to take the basket, giving her a smile after it had vanished. “Here, I can carry those back home for you.”
They got everything they needed, and arrived home. As Gwyn went to work, Thaddeus walked over to his room and shut the door behind him. What a DAY. It hadn’t gone to plan, obviously, and Thaddeus just felt tired. Who knew liking someone would be so much work?! He just hoped she’d actually join him after dinner. That would be the saving grace of the whole day, and he’d just hoped at least something would go right. Thaddeus only emerged from his room once dinner was ready, and he continuously glanced over in Gwyn’s direction as he sat down. He didn’t speak a word, though. He ate dinner as if nothing happened, talking with his brothers and father while enjoying what they had brought over from the market. When he was finished, he helped clean the table, before walking without a word to go outside, behind the house, where he told Gwyn to meet him. He leaned against the building, twiddling his fingers. Would she come?
Sometimes Gwyneth couldn't help but be marvelled at how large a contrast there was between Thaddeus and his brother's. Gwyneth worked mostly with Amiti, as he was the eldest and therefore was the one who gave most of the instructions to Gwyneth, but after spending some time within the manheeg, she has eventually gotten to know the quirks and differences between each of the family members, and it was not hard to pick out that Thaddeus was by far the most open of all of them, seemingly unaffected by his mother's departure from the family.
But it was exactly this quirk that made Gwyneth take a step back and consider before she fell too quickly into this easy friendship with the young master. He came to seek her out often, a fact that the brunette had not missed, but how far was she willing to befriend a family member of the one she believed to be responsible for Ayala's death? Hesitance was clear in her every movement, yet it seemed the young son of Tzephaniah did not listen, or he was simply obtuse.
Unable to help herself from raising her brows both in confusion and curiosity when he said he did it all the time, an image flashed in her head of a young Thaddeus sitting alone on the sidewalk, and that brief image seemed so... lonely to Gwyneth. Even with two brothers, was it possible for him to be lonely? Gwyneth never felt that, even when Ayala went to work for the family. She knew her sister was always a missive away, and had visiting times she could always cont on.
Apparently undeterred by her however, Gwyneth couldn't help but peer closer at him when he seemed deflated by her response. Was he... disappointed? But why would he? Surely he had companionship elsewhere, Gwyneth tried to reason with herself. Because despite her intentions, the young Damascus born girl was soft at heart, and couldn't stand seeing someone alone.
Recovering quickly, or so it seemed to her however, before she could protest, Gwyneth found her basket taken away from her despite her sputtered rejections, until she had no choice but to allow him to take the basket as she meandered further down the market, picking up all the items they would need for the day's meal, and some long standing necessities.
She had been summoned by the kitchens the moment she returned home, that she didn't even have time to question on the reason why Thaddeus wanted to meet her. Before long, she found herself elbow deep in dinner preparations and serving the family dinner, that she could almost miss the glances Thaddeus gave her, had it not happened so often.
Could she go? Would she be reprimanded? But she had not properly told him no, and neither could she imagine or stomach the idea of just letting him wait with no reply. So Gwyneth hurried through her work, taking a little longer then usual with the amount of utensils to be washed, dried and rearranged that by the time she made it out and to the back of the house, drying her hands on a scrap of cloth she tied around her waist to protect her dress, the moon had taken over the sun.
Gingerly, she stepped out on the grass, dried leaves cracked under her slippered feet as she blinked, pulling the headscarf closer around her head. "Master Thaddeus? What is it you wanted to see me for? I'm afraid I shouldn't stay for long. It... isn't proper, of course." Knowing what a stickler Amiti was for rules, she wasn't eager to jeopardize her employment when she still had so much to do to achieve her goals.
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Sometimes Gwyneth couldn't help but be marvelled at how large a contrast there was between Thaddeus and his brother's. Gwyneth worked mostly with Amiti, as he was the eldest and therefore was the one who gave most of the instructions to Gwyneth, but after spending some time within the manheeg, she has eventually gotten to know the quirks and differences between each of the family members, and it was not hard to pick out that Thaddeus was by far the most open of all of them, seemingly unaffected by his mother's departure from the family.
But it was exactly this quirk that made Gwyneth take a step back and consider before she fell too quickly into this easy friendship with the young master. He came to seek her out often, a fact that the brunette had not missed, but how far was she willing to befriend a family member of the one she believed to be responsible for Ayala's death? Hesitance was clear in her every movement, yet it seemed the young son of Tzephaniah did not listen, or he was simply obtuse.
Unable to help herself from raising her brows both in confusion and curiosity when he said he did it all the time, an image flashed in her head of a young Thaddeus sitting alone on the sidewalk, and that brief image seemed so... lonely to Gwyneth. Even with two brothers, was it possible for him to be lonely? Gwyneth never felt that, even when Ayala went to work for the family. She knew her sister was always a missive away, and had visiting times she could always cont on.
Apparently undeterred by her however, Gwyneth couldn't help but peer closer at him when he seemed deflated by her response. Was he... disappointed? But why would he? Surely he had companionship elsewhere, Gwyneth tried to reason with herself. Because despite her intentions, the young Damascus born girl was soft at heart, and couldn't stand seeing someone alone.
Recovering quickly, or so it seemed to her however, before she could protest, Gwyneth found her basket taken away from her despite her sputtered rejections, until she had no choice but to allow him to take the basket as she meandered further down the market, picking up all the items they would need for the day's meal, and some long standing necessities.
She had been summoned by the kitchens the moment she returned home, that she didn't even have time to question on the reason why Thaddeus wanted to meet her. Before long, she found herself elbow deep in dinner preparations and serving the family dinner, that she could almost miss the glances Thaddeus gave her, had it not happened so often.
Could she go? Would she be reprimanded? But she had not properly told him no, and neither could she imagine or stomach the idea of just letting him wait with no reply. So Gwyneth hurried through her work, taking a little longer then usual with the amount of utensils to be washed, dried and rearranged that by the time she made it out and to the back of the house, drying her hands on a scrap of cloth she tied around her waist to protect her dress, the moon had taken over the sun.
Gingerly, she stepped out on the grass, dried leaves cracked under her slippered feet as she blinked, pulling the headscarf closer around her head. "Master Thaddeus? What is it you wanted to see me for? I'm afraid I shouldn't stay for long. It... isn't proper, of course." Knowing what a stickler Amiti was for rules, she wasn't eager to jeopardize her employment when she still had so much to do to achieve her goals.
Sometimes Gwyneth couldn't help but be marvelled at how large a contrast there was between Thaddeus and his brother's. Gwyneth worked mostly with Amiti, as he was the eldest and therefore was the one who gave most of the instructions to Gwyneth, but after spending some time within the manheeg, she has eventually gotten to know the quirks and differences between each of the family members, and it was not hard to pick out that Thaddeus was by far the most open of all of them, seemingly unaffected by his mother's departure from the family.
But it was exactly this quirk that made Gwyneth take a step back and consider before she fell too quickly into this easy friendship with the young master. He came to seek her out often, a fact that the brunette had not missed, but how far was she willing to befriend a family member of the one she believed to be responsible for Ayala's death? Hesitance was clear in her every movement, yet it seemed the young son of Tzephaniah did not listen, or he was simply obtuse.
Unable to help herself from raising her brows both in confusion and curiosity when he said he did it all the time, an image flashed in her head of a young Thaddeus sitting alone on the sidewalk, and that brief image seemed so... lonely to Gwyneth. Even with two brothers, was it possible for him to be lonely? Gwyneth never felt that, even when Ayala went to work for the family. She knew her sister was always a missive away, and had visiting times she could always cont on.
Apparently undeterred by her however, Gwyneth couldn't help but peer closer at him when he seemed deflated by her response. Was he... disappointed? But why would he? Surely he had companionship elsewhere, Gwyneth tried to reason with herself. Because despite her intentions, the young Damascus born girl was soft at heart, and couldn't stand seeing someone alone.
Recovering quickly, or so it seemed to her however, before she could protest, Gwyneth found her basket taken away from her despite her sputtered rejections, until she had no choice but to allow him to take the basket as she meandered further down the market, picking up all the items they would need for the day's meal, and some long standing necessities.
She had been summoned by the kitchens the moment she returned home, that she didn't even have time to question on the reason why Thaddeus wanted to meet her. Before long, she found herself elbow deep in dinner preparations and serving the family dinner, that she could almost miss the glances Thaddeus gave her, had it not happened so often.
Could she go? Would she be reprimanded? But she had not properly told him no, and neither could she imagine or stomach the idea of just letting him wait with no reply. So Gwyneth hurried through her work, taking a little longer then usual with the amount of utensils to be washed, dried and rearranged that by the time she made it out and to the back of the house, drying her hands on a scrap of cloth she tied around her waist to protect her dress, the moon had taken over the sun.
Gingerly, she stepped out on the grass, dried leaves cracked under her slippered feet as she blinked, pulling the headscarf closer around her head. "Master Thaddeus? What is it you wanted to see me for? I'm afraid I shouldn't stay for long. It... isn't proper, of course." Knowing what a stickler Amiti was for rules, she wasn't eager to jeopardize her employment when she still had so much to do to achieve her goals.
He had always loved people watching in the market, but this time he wanted Gywn to be there. He was adamant that somehow, something today would go right. If not flowers, then something else. Which was where he came up with his next idea: them, together, alone, watching the crowds go by in the market. Thaddeus had done this all the time, and he was sure Gwyn would like it. He was almost immediately rejected, at least he felt that way, and his aura of happiness seemed to dim slightly. Yet another failure of an idea. Thaddeus understood her reasoning- and he certainly didn’t want her to get into trouble, but it still hurt. But, it wasn’t like That to completely give up. He offered the suggestion of her meeting him after dinner, and that would be his last try… at least for a bit. And then he’d do it all over again.
They picked up the last few things from the market, and after all was done, they went home. He let Gywn go off to do her work, before locking himself up in his room. So many mis-steps. He just couldn’t believe it. He really hoped Gwyn would join him. He just wished he could tell her how much it would mean to him if she did. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t!! Soon enough, dinner was served, and he ever so often glanced over at Gwyn. He did not say a word about it nor about their meeting, however, but ate his meal and conversed with his family. It was a bit of a shame the woman had to work so much, but alas, she was a big part in keeping the family running on their necessary daily routines. Plus, it also meant he could see her just a little more often, and no one would be the wiser.
Thaddeus ended up outside, patiently waiting for Gwyneth to join him. The moon replaced the sun, and still he waited, with hope in his heart that she would come. He prayed, praying that this one last effort wouldn’t be a failure like the day was. His face brightened up entirely when he saw her walking towards him, and his body seemed to relax entirely. “You came!” Thad breathed, smiling from ear to ear. He listened to her words, and nodded, his eyes soft and watching her every movement. “Of course, I don’t want you in trouble.” That was the last thing he wanted.
“I just….” he looked down at the woman who he’d had eyes for, for a while, and took her hand gently in his. “I wanted to look at the stars with you?” He smiled, before glancing up at the sky. “There aren’t many, but God made them just as beautiful, just for us.” Thaddeus said, quietly, still looking up at them. He grinned, his features giving off shadows against the moon. “There are angels watching us up there too, just like the stars are. Don’t you like stars?” He finally looked over at her, his back straight in nervousness , his smile and eyes soft. Thaddeus suddenly shifted his feet, almost like he was nervous, and his eyes flickered right to left. “You know….” He paused, as if he regretted saying the words. He shook his head, and looked away. He was quiet for what seemed like forever, and then sighed. “I wish we could spend more time together.” Thad’s voice was slightly sad, and That turned his head to watch Gywn’s reaction. “I mean…. just us?” Not that he was suggesting anything….
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He had always loved people watching in the market, but this time he wanted Gywn to be there. He was adamant that somehow, something today would go right. If not flowers, then something else. Which was where he came up with his next idea: them, together, alone, watching the crowds go by in the market. Thaddeus had done this all the time, and he was sure Gwyn would like it. He was almost immediately rejected, at least he felt that way, and his aura of happiness seemed to dim slightly. Yet another failure of an idea. Thaddeus understood her reasoning- and he certainly didn’t want her to get into trouble, but it still hurt. But, it wasn’t like That to completely give up. He offered the suggestion of her meeting him after dinner, and that would be his last try… at least for a bit. And then he’d do it all over again.
They picked up the last few things from the market, and after all was done, they went home. He let Gywn go off to do her work, before locking himself up in his room. So many mis-steps. He just couldn’t believe it. He really hoped Gwyn would join him. He just wished he could tell her how much it would mean to him if she did. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t!! Soon enough, dinner was served, and he ever so often glanced over at Gwyn. He did not say a word about it nor about their meeting, however, but ate his meal and conversed with his family. It was a bit of a shame the woman had to work so much, but alas, she was a big part in keeping the family running on their necessary daily routines. Plus, it also meant he could see her just a little more often, and no one would be the wiser.
Thaddeus ended up outside, patiently waiting for Gwyneth to join him. The moon replaced the sun, and still he waited, with hope in his heart that she would come. He prayed, praying that this one last effort wouldn’t be a failure like the day was. His face brightened up entirely when he saw her walking towards him, and his body seemed to relax entirely. “You came!” Thad breathed, smiling from ear to ear. He listened to her words, and nodded, his eyes soft and watching her every movement. “Of course, I don’t want you in trouble.” That was the last thing he wanted.
“I just….” he looked down at the woman who he’d had eyes for, for a while, and took her hand gently in his. “I wanted to look at the stars with you?” He smiled, before glancing up at the sky. “There aren’t many, but God made them just as beautiful, just for us.” Thaddeus said, quietly, still looking up at them. He grinned, his features giving off shadows against the moon. “There are angels watching us up there too, just like the stars are. Don’t you like stars?” He finally looked over at her, his back straight in nervousness , his smile and eyes soft. Thaddeus suddenly shifted his feet, almost like he was nervous, and his eyes flickered right to left. “You know….” He paused, as if he regretted saying the words. He shook his head, and looked away. He was quiet for what seemed like forever, and then sighed. “I wish we could spend more time together.” Thad’s voice was slightly sad, and That turned his head to watch Gywn’s reaction. “I mean…. just us?” Not that he was suggesting anything….
He had always loved people watching in the market, but this time he wanted Gywn to be there. He was adamant that somehow, something today would go right. If not flowers, then something else. Which was where he came up with his next idea: them, together, alone, watching the crowds go by in the market. Thaddeus had done this all the time, and he was sure Gwyn would like it. He was almost immediately rejected, at least he felt that way, and his aura of happiness seemed to dim slightly. Yet another failure of an idea. Thaddeus understood her reasoning- and he certainly didn’t want her to get into trouble, but it still hurt. But, it wasn’t like That to completely give up. He offered the suggestion of her meeting him after dinner, and that would be his last try… at least for a bit. And then he’d do it all over again.
They picked up the last few things from the market, and after all was done, they went home. He let Gywn go off to do her work, before locking himself up in his room. So many mis-steps. He just couldn’t believe it. He really hoped Gwyn would join him. He just wished he could tell her how much it would mean to him if she did. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t!! Soon enough, dinner was served, and he ever so often glanced over at Gwyn. He did not say a word about it nor about their meeting, however, but ate his meal and conversed with his family. It was a bit of a shame the woman had to work so much, but alas, she was a big part in keeping the family running on their necessary daily routines. Plus, it also meant he could see her just a little more often, and no one would be the wiser.
Thaddeus ended up outside, patiently waiting for Gwyneth to join him. The moon replaced the sun, and still he waited, with hope in his heart that she would come. He prayed, praying that this one last effort wouldn’t be a failure like the day was. His face brightened up entirely when he saw her walking towards him, and his body seemed to relax entirely. “You came!” Thad breathed, smiling from ear to ear. He listened to her words, and nodded, his eyes soft and watching her every movement. “Of course, I don’t want you in trouble.” That was the last thing he wanted.
“I just….” he looked down at the woman who he’d had eyes for, for a while, and took her hand gently in his. “I wanted to look at the stars with you?” He smiled, before glancing up at the sky. “There aren’t many, but God made them just as beautiful, just for us.” Thaddeus said, quietly, still looking up at them. He grinned, his features giving off shadows against the moon. “There are angels watching us up there too, just like the stars are. Don’t you like stars?” He finally looked over at her, his back straight in nervousness , his smile and eyes soft. Thaddeus suddenly shifted his feet, almost like he was nervous, and his eyes flickered right to left. “You know….” He paused, as if he regretted saying the words. He shook his head, and looked away. He was quiet for what seemed like forever, and then sighed. “I wish we could spend more time together.” Thad’s voice was slightly sad, and That turned his head to watch Gywn’s reaction. “I mean…. just us?” Not that he was suggesting anything….
Gwyneth ahd not expected it, the way Thaddeus's face would light up whenever he saw her. How was he so different from his brothers? Amiti and Shiloh were both sticks in the mud, and did not differ much from Ayala's stories that she was inclined to believe what her sister had told her about them being heartless and cruel. Yet as she looked at the bright smile... surely this one was not? Gwyneth couldn't remember Ayala speaking of this particular brother at all, and found herself curious as to what his traits were like, and why her sister had failed to speak of him.
Watching wordlessly as he took her hand, she blinked rapidly, and then looked up at the skies, and then back at him. "The stars?" she echoed, a little blankly. That seemed enchanting sure, for Gwyneth loved watching nature back before she had started work at the Jaffe Manheeg, before her sister had died and her father lost to ailments of the mind. Before it all went to hell.
Yet for a moment, would she be allowed to forget it all, and just be as she used to? That he was holding her hand already sounded, and looked scandalous, Gwyneth was sure she would lose her job if his uptight, straitlaced brother would see this. Amiti had made it very clear the rules and regulations she had to follow working, and cavorting with his brother was not one of them. His hands were warm though, comforting on a cold night, the kind of warmth Gwyneth hadn't felt touched her heart, and her skin, in a long, long time.
Watching from her angle the way he looked up, admiring the wonders of nature that Yahweh had made for them, and surrounding them, she found him... intriguing. How could someone whose mother had deserted them and who lived with other straitlaced, cold men, still retain such a spirit? Curious as she was amused, Gwyneth found herself forgetting just whose hands held hers as she nodded when he looked back at her, not noticing how her breath caught as she did so.
"I do. It reminds me of how large the universe is." she murmured softly, tilting her head up as he had, to watch the twinkling diamonds in the sky. She used to observe them, wondered how it would be like if she could see them to the ends of the sky, like how one could see where the sky met the sea. If they had a sound,she imagined they would sound like a the light cling of glass against each other, a whole new instrument entirely, and not at all like the harps or oboe's played by the people of their day.
Looking over when he suddenly paused mid-sentence, Gwyneth blinked when he spoke of spending more time. Her focus gravitated back to where his hands still held hers, and suddenly, panic filled her like a dam on a rainy day. She could not afford to lose this job, and she definitely could not afford having any form of affections for a young master to the Jaffe she served, not the one her sister had died from!
Eyes widening, Gwyneth yanked her hand away, her chest hurting as she found it increasingly difficult to breath. She gripped her skirt, mouth opening and closing a few times before she stuttered out. "I... You... I have to go, young Master. T-thank y- I mean! I... I'-" her feet shuffled nervously, but unlike the nerves that afflicted Thaddeus, Gwyneth's were more underlined with fear and anxiety. That she was betraying her sister by actually growing soft for the young Master, whose family had murdered her. That she was being distracted from her main goal of finding a job in the house. That she was being enchanted and she could not afford it now.
"I need to go." she finally blurted out after hemming and hawing a few times, and before Thaddeus could reply, Gwyneth had darted off running without even looking at him in the eye, sprinting all the way to her room where she would slam the door shut, and sit on her bed in the farthest corner, hugging her legs to her chest as she reminded herself how to breathe.
She could not. Ever. Thaddeus of Tzephaniah was off limits.
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Gwyneth ahd not expected it, the way Thaddeus's face would light up whenever he saw her. How was he so different from his brothers? Amiti and Shiloh were both sticks in the mud, and did not differ much from Ayala's stories that she was inclined to believe what her sister had told her about them being heartless and cruel. Yet as she looked at the bright smile... surely this one was not? Gwyneth couldn't remember Ayala speaking of this particular brother at all, and found herself curious as to what his traits were like, and why her sister had failed to speak of him.
Watching wordlessly as he took her hand, she blinked rapidly, and then looked up at the skies, and then back at him. "The stars?" she echoed, a little blankly. That seemed enchanting sure, for Gwyneth loved watching nature back before she had started work at the Jaffe Manheeg, before her sister had died and her father lost to ailments of the mind. Before it all went to hell.
Yet for a moment, would she be allowed to forget it all, and just be as she used to? That he was holding her hand already sounded, and looked scandalous, Gwyneth was sure she would lose her job if his uptight, straitlaced brother would see this. Amiti had made it very clear the rules and regulations she had to follow working, and cavorting with his brother was not one of them. His hands were warm though, comforting on a cold night, the kind of warmth Gwyneth hadn't felt touched her heart, and her skin, in a long, long time.
Watching from her angle the way he looked up, admiring the wonders of nature that Yahweh had made for them, and surrounding them, she found him... intriguing. How could someone whose mother had deserted them and who lived with other straitlaced, cold men, still retain such a spirit? Curious as she was amused, Gwyneth found herself forgetting just whose hands held hers as she nodded when he looked back at her, not noticing how her breath caught as she did so.
"I do. It reminds me of how large the universe is." she murmured softly, tilting her head up as he had, to watch the twinkling diamonds in the sky. She used to observe them, wondered how it would be like if she could see them to the ends of the sky, like how one could see where the sky met the sea. If they had a sound,she imagined they would sound like a the light cling of glass against each other, a whole new instrument entirely, and not at all like the harps or oboe's played by the people of their day.
Looking over when he suddenly paused mid-sentence, Gwyneth blinked when he spoke of spending more time. Her focus gravitated back to where his hands still held hers, and suddenly, panic filled her like a dam on a rainy day. She could not afford to lose this job, and she definitely could not afford having any form of affections for a young master to the Jaffe she served, not the one her sister had died from!
Eyes widening, Gwyneth yanked her hand away, her chest hurting as she found it increasingly difficult to breath. She gripped her skirt, mouth opening and closing a few times before she stuttered out. "I... You... I have to go, young Master. T-thank y- I mean! I... I'-" her feet shuffled nervously, but unlike the nerves that afflicted Thaddeus, Gwyneth's were more underlined with fear and anxiety. That she was betraying her sister by actually growing soft for the young Master, whose family had murdered her. That she was being distracted from her main goal of finding a job in the house. That she was being enchanted and she could not afford it now.
"I need to go." she finally blurted out after hemming and hawing a few times, and before Thaddeus could reply, Gwyneth had darted off running without even looking at him in the eye, sprinting all the way to her room where she would slam the door shut, and sit on her bed in the farthest corner, hugging her legs to her chest as she reminded herself how to breathe.
She could not. Ever. Thaddeus of Tzephaniah was off limits.
Gwyneth ahd not expected it, the way Thaddeus's face would light up whenever he saw her. How was he so different from his brothers? Amiti and Shiloh were both sticks in the mud, and did not differ much from Ayala's stories that she was inclined to believe what her sister had told her about them being heartless and cruel. Yet as she looked at the bright smile... surely this one was not? Gwyneth couldn't remember Ayala speaking of this particular brother at all, and found herself curious as to what his traits were like, and why her sister had failed to speak of him.
Watching wordlessly as he took her hand, she blinked rapidly, and then looked up at the skies, and then back at him. "The stars?" she echoed, a little blankly. That seemed enchanting sure, for Gwyneth loved watching nature back before she had started work at the Jaffe Manheeg, before her sister had died and her father lost to ailments of the mind. Before it all went to hell.
Yet for a moment, would she be allowed to forget it all, and just be as she used to? That he was holding her hand already sounded, and looked scandalous, Gwyneth was sure she would lose her job if his uptight, straitlaced brother would see this. Amiti had made it very clear the rules and regulations she had to follow working, and cavorting with his brother was not one of them. His hands were warm though, comforting on a cold night, the kind of warmth Gwyneth hadn't felt touched her heart, and her skin, in a long, long time.
Watching from her angle the way he looked up, admiring the wonders of nature that Yahweh had made for them, and surrounding them, she found him... intriguing. How could someone whose mother had deserted them and who lived with other straitlaced, cold men, still retain such a spirit? Curious as she was amused, Gwyneth found herself forgetting just whose hands held hers as she nodded when he looked back at her, not noticing how her breath caught as she did so.
"I do. It reminds me of how large the universe is." she murmured softly, tilting her head up as he had, to watch the twinkling diamonds in the sky. She used to observe them, wondered how it would be like if she could see them to the ends of the sky, like how one could see where the sky met the sea. If they had a sound,she imagined they would sound like a the light cling of glass against each other, a whole new instrument entirely, and not at all like the harps or oboe's played by the people of their day.
Looking over when he suddenly paused mid-sentence, Gwyneth blinked when he spoke of spending more time. Her focus gravitated back to where his hands still held hers, and suddenly, panic filled her like a dam on a rainy day. She could not afford to lose this job, and she definitely could not afford having any form of affections for a young master to the Jaffe she served, not the one her sister had died from!
Eyes widening, Gwyneth yanked her hand away, her chest hurting as she found it increasingly difficult to breath. She gripped her skirt, mouth opening and closing a few times before she stuttered out. "I... You... I have to go, young Master. T-thank y- I mean! I... I'-" her feet shuffled nervously, but unlike the nerves that afflicted Thaddeus, Gwyneth's were more underlined with fear and anxiety. That she was betraying her sister by actually growing soft for the young Master, whose family had murdered her. That she was being distracted from her main goal of finding a job in the house. That she was being enchanted and she could not afford it now.
"I need to go." she finally blurted out after hemming and hawing a few times, and before Thaddeus could reply, Gwyneth had darted off running without even looking at him in the eye, sprinting all the way to her room where she would slam the door shut, and sit on her bed in the farthest corner, hugging her legs to her chest as she reminded herself how to breathe.
She could not. Ever. Thaddeus of Tzephaniah was off limits.
Dinner had been had and Amiti noticed nothing unusual in either his brother or the servant girl who stood by. She did not eat with them, but waited on them to ensure that their meal was had without trouble. The men served themselves, of course, reaching across the table to dip their own bread in the olive oil or passing around the dish of figs with their own hands. What her job did entail was to bring things to the table and to whisk them away just as quickly once whichever vessel was empty, or to ensure that their fresh wine was always full. Tzephaniah, like most Judeans, preferred new wine to fermented wine. With the grapes freshly squeezed, the juice did not have the tang or danger of alcohol.
Because the Jaffe men were all deep in conversation, Amiti did not notice his brother’s glances occasionally sliding to Gwyneth. Why would he? It wasn’t unnatural to look at a servant and it wasn’t so pointed as to draw that much attention. Nor did Amiti think that Gwyneth would ever encourage such attention even if his brother was that silly. Gwyneth’s pretty face mattered very little to Amiti. She could have looked like a dog for all he cared. When the meal came to an end, he stayed with his father and Shiloh, the three of them deep in discussion about a certain camel merchant that Shiloh liked and Amiti didn’t. Their father was mediating in the worst way, trying not to take sides and see the point of view of each of his sons, but only served to inflame their opinions. No one noticed Thaddeus leave the table and slip out of the house to speak to Gwyneth, nor did they care, so long as the dishes were taken from the table, which they were.
All at once, several minutes later, Amiti looked up. “Where’s Thaddeus?” he asked. Shiloh threw a look at him and shrugged insolently, still a little irritated by the pointless argument they’d been having.
”Leave him be,” Tzephaniah waved at him but Amiti shook his head.
“No, I need to find him.” They didn’t have the same connections twins did, but Amiti knew enough of his brother to figure out when something was off. Thaddeus wasn’t a quiet person and he didn’t usually skulk about and do things in secret (that Amiti knew about, at least). This meant that Thaddeus obviously needed him and Amiti went through the house, calling him softly, only to have Gwyneth shoot past him, nearly knocking him against the wall in her haste.
“Hey!” he called and then looked to the open door. His brother’s form was silhouetted in the moonlight and Amiti sighed. “Thaddues,” he called, adjusting his robes so that he looked presentable again and glanced back to where Gwyneth had been only a second ago. Irritation etched itself on Amiti’s features. “Are you bothering the servant?” Amiti asked as he stepped out into the street with his brother. “Don’t give this one cause to leave our employ. She’s actually decent at her job and you know what trouble we had in the past.”
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Dinner had been had and Amiti noticed nothing unusual in either his brother or the servant girl who stood by. She did not eat with them, but waited on them to ensure that their meal was had without trouble. The men served themselves, of course, reaching across the table to dip their own bread in the olive oil or passing around the dish of figs with their own hands. What her job did entail was to bring things to the table and to whisk them away just as quickly once whichever vessel was empty, or to ensure that their fresh wine was always full. Tzephaniah, like most Judeans, preferred new wine to fermented wine. With the grapes freshly squeezed, the juice did not have the tang or danger of alcohol.
Because the Jaffe men were all deep in conversation, Amiti did not notice his brother’s glances occasionally sliding to Gwyneth. Why would he? It wasn’t unnatural to look at a servant and it wasn’t so pointed as to draw that much attention. Nor did Amiti think that Gwyneth would ever encourage such attention even if his brother was that silly. Gwyneth’s pretty face mattered very little to Amiti. She could have looked like a dog for all he cared. When the meal came to an end, he stayed with his father and Shiloh, the three of them deep in discussion about a certain camel merchant that Shiloh liked and Amiti didn’t. Their father was mediating in the worst way, trying not to take sides and see the point of view of each of his sons, but only served to inflame their opinions. No one noticed Thaddeus leave the table and slip out of the house to speak to Gwyneth, nor did they care, so long as the dishes were taken from the table, which they were.
All at once, several minutes later, Amiti looked up. “Where’s Thaddeus?” he asked. Shiloh threw a look at him and shrugged insolently, still a little irritated by the pointless argument they’d been having.
”Leave him be,” Tzephaniah waved at him but Amiti shook his head.
“No, I need to find him.” They didn’t have the same connections twins did, but Amiti knew enough of his brother to figure out when something was off. Thaddeus wasn’t a quiet person and he didn’t usually skulk about and do things in secret (that Amiti knew about, at least). This meant that Thaddeus obviously needed him and Amiti went through the house, calling him softly, only to have Gwyneth shoot past him, nearly knocking him against the wall in her haste.
“Hey!” he called and then looked to the open door. His brother’s form was silhouetted in the moonlight and Amiti sighed. “Thaddues,” he called, adjusting his robes so that he looked presentable again and glanced back to where Gwyneth had been only a second ago. Irritation etched itself on Amiti’s features. “Are you bothering the servant?” Amiti asked as he stepped out into the street with his brother. “Don’t give this one cause to leave our employ. She’s actually decent at her job and you know what trouble we had in the past.”
Dinner had been had and Amiti noticed nothing unusual in either his brother or the servant girl who stood by. She did not eat with them, but waited on them to ensure that their meal was had without trouble. The men served themselves, of course, reaching across the table to dip their own bread in the olive oil or passing around the dish of figs with their own hands. What her job did entail was to bring things to the table and to whisk them away just as quickly once whichever vessel was empty, or to ensure that their fresh wine was always full. Tzephaniah, like most Judeans, preferred new wine to fermented wine. With the grapes freshly squeezed, the juice did not have the tang or danger of alcohol.
Because the Jaffe men were all deep in conversation, Amiti did not notice his brother’s glances occasionally sliding to Gwyneth. Why would he? It wasn’t unnatural to look at a servant and it wasn’t so pointed as to draw that much attention. Nor did Amiti think that Gwyneth would ever encourage such attention even if his brother was that silly. Gwyneth’s pretty face mattered very little to Amiti. She could have looked like a dog for all he cared. When the meal came to an end, he stayed with his father and Shiloh, the three of them deep in discussion about a certain camel merchant that Shiloh liked and Amiti didn’t. Their father was mediating in the worst way, trying not to take sides and see the point of view of each of his sons, but only served to inflame their opinions. No one noticed Thaddeus leave the table and slip out of the house to speak to Gwyneth, nor did they care, so long as the dishes were taken from the table, which they were.
All at once, several minutes later, Amiti looked up. “Where’s Thaddeus?” he asked. Shiloh threw a look at him and shrugged insolently, still a little irritated by the pointless argument they’d been having.
”Leave him be,” Tzephaniah waved at him but Amiti shook his head.
“No, I need to find him.” They didn’t have the same connections twins did, but Amiti knew enough of his brother to figure out when something was off. Thaddeus wasn’t a quiet person and he didn’t usually skulk about and do things in secret (that Amiti knew about, at least). This meant that Thaddeus obviously needed him and Amiti went through the house, calling him softly, only to have Gwyneth shoot past him, nearly knocking him against the wall in her haste.
“Hey!” he called and then looked to the open door. His brother’s form was silhouetted in the moonlight and Amiti sighed. “Thaddues,” he called, adjusting his robes so that he looked presentable again and glanced back to where Gwyneth had been only a second ago. Irritation etched itself on Amiti’s features. “Are you bothering the servant?” Amiti asked as he stepped out into the street with his brother. “Don’t give this one cause to leave our employ. She’s actually decent at her job and you know what trouble we had in the past.”
Thaddeus couldn’t believe it. After a hard, disappointing day, he was still unable to make it better. Actually, it had just gotten a whole lot worse. His eyes filled with water as he longingly watched Gwyneth walk away from him. Thaddeus didn’t say a word, and simply froze in shock and sadness. She left him! Thad not only felt rejected, but also abandoned. It hurt something deep inside him, and left him distraught. He sniffed and wiped his face with his arms, before lowering himself to the ground. He placed his head in his arms, leaning against his legs, and practically shut down.
Gwyn left him!
Thaddeus became silent but let tears flow onto his arms, and he hid them. The air was cold but the man did not seem to care. Right now, he didn’t feel like he cared about anything. He didn’t move a muscle as he heard a familiar voice speak his name. His fingers curved into a ball shape as he heard his brothers irritation. He practically snapped. He was so totally over today, he just wanted to be left alone!
“Leave me.” Thaddeus spoke quietly, his voice filled with sorrow. Just after he had said the words, he turned towards his brother to make sure the other knew he was entirely serious. “Go AWAY Amiti!” Thaddeus raised his voice at his brother, filled with emotion. It was the first time in a very, very long time that he had raised his voice at his older brother, and Thaddeus immediately regretted it. He was too far gone to apologize in the moment, however. Thaddeus turned away and back to hiding his face within his arms. He sniffed again, before becoming silent once more. He had failed miserably today and he wanted to properly mourn it. Gwyn left him.
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Thaddeus couldn’t believe it. After a hard, disappointing day, he was still unable to make it better. Actually, it had just gotten a whole lot worse. His eyes filled with water as he longingly watched Gwyneth walk away from him. Thaddeus didn’t say a word, and simply froze in shock and sadness. She left him! Thad not only felt rejected, but also abandoned. It hurt something deep inside him, and left him distraught. He sniffed and wiped his face with his arms, before lowering himself to the ground. He placed his head in his arms, leaning against his legs, and practically shut down.
Gwyn left him!
Thaddeus became silent but let tears flow onto his arms, and he hid them. The air was cold but the man did not seem to care. Right now, he didn’t feel like he cared about anything. He didn’t move a muscle as he heard a familiar voice speak his name. His fingers curved into a ball shape as he heard his brothers irritation. He practically snapped. He was so totally over today, he just wanted to be left alone!
“Leave me.” Thaddeus spoke quietly, his voice filled with sorrow. Just after he had said the words, he turned towards his brother to make sure the other knew he was entirely serious. “Go AWAY Amiti!” Thaddeus raised his voice at his brother, filled with emotion. It was the first time in a very, very long time that he had raised his voice at his older brother, and Thaddeus immediately regretted it. He was too far gone to apologize in the moment, however. Thaddeus turned away and back to hiding his face within his arms. He sniffed again, before becoming silent once more. He had failed miserably today and he wanted to properly mourn it. Gwyn left him.
Thaddeus couldn’t believe it. After a hard, disappointing day, he was still unable to make it better. Actually, it had just gotten a whole lot worse. His eyes filled with water as he longingly watched Gwyneth walk away from him. Thaddeus didn’t say a word, and simply froze in shock and sadness. She left him! Thad not only felt rejected, but also abandoned. It hurt something deep inside him, and left him distraught. He sniffed and wiped his face with his arms, before lowering himself to the ground. He placed his head in his arms, leaning against his legs, and practically shut down.
Gwyn left him!
Thaddeus became silent but let tears flow onto his arms, and he hid them. The air was cold but the man did not seem to care. Right now, he didn’t feel like he cared about anything. He didn’t move a muscle as he heard a familiar voice speak his name. His fingers curved into a ball shape as he heard his brothers irritation. He practically snapped. He was so totally over today, he just wanted to be left alone!
“Leave me.” Thaddeus spoke quietly, his voice filled with sorrow. Just after he had said the words, he turned towards his brother to make sure the other knew he was entirely serious. “Go AWAY Amiti!” Thaddeus raised his voice at his brother, filled with emotion. It was the first time in a very, very long time that he had raised his voice at his older brother, and Thaddeus immediately regretted it. He was too far gone to apologize in the moment, however. Thaddeus turned away and back to hiding his face within his arms. He sniffed again, before becoming silent once more. He had failed miserably today and he wanted to properly mourn it. Gwyn left him.
Was his brother….crying? What on earth was going on here? Why did Gwyn dart past him? It was connected with Thaddeus, Amiti knew that for a fact, though why Thaddeus was now weeping, openly, in the street, was beyond him and beyond embarrassing. “Thaddeus,” he hissed, looking to the right of the narrow cobbled street, and then to the left, where the road blessedly curved away. No one was walking around at the moment and so they were mercifully alone. His brother was bent over in the absolute strangest fashion and that worried Amiti more than anything else.
“Are you hurt?” he started to ask, only to be met with a soft “Leave me,” from Thaddoes. “Leave you? I’m not going to leave you. You’re going to come inside and stop being foolish.”
That, it turned out, was the exact wrong thing to say. Thaddeus straightened up like a whip and turned to him, drawing what looked like a huge breath, and bellowed, “Go AWAY Amiti!”
Amiti was not equal to the sudden expulsion of sound and took two steps back. His wide eyes met the angry downturn of his brows. “You’re being a child!” he didn’t hide the offense in his tone and he jerked on his own robes to straighten them as he righted himself. “Fine. Cry out here. But it is on your head.”
He turned to leave, but couldn’t quite seem to leave his brother to expose himself to public ridicule and turned immediately back around. Raising his index finger up in the air, level with his face, just like if he was arguing in the council, Amiti regained the three steps he’d taken away from his brother. “No. Thaddeus, you come in at once. We’ll deal with whatever the matter is inside. Do not let our neighbors see you acting this way. And don’t yell at me.”
Not actually able to force his brother to do anything he didn’t want to, Amiti swept inside the house, waiting for Thaddeus just inside the house, going toward his study. He didn’t actually want to be seen with a man openly weeping in public.
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Was his brother….crying? What on earth was going on here? Why did Gwyn dart past him? It was connected with Thaddeus, Amiti knew that for a fact, though why Thaddeus was now weeping, openly, in the street, was beyond him and beyond embarrassing. “Thaddeus,” he hissed, looking to the right of the narrow cobbled street, and then to the left, where the road blessedly curved away. No one was walking around at the moment and so they were mercifully alone. His brother was bent over in the absolute strangest fashion and that worried Amiti more than anything else.
“Are you hurt?” he started to ask, only to be met with a soft “Leave me,” from Thaddoes. “Leave you? I’m not going to leave you. You’re going to come inside and stop being foolish.”
That, it turned out, was the exact wrong thing to say. Thaddeus straightened up like a whip and turned to him, drawing what looked like a huge breath, and bellowed, “Go AWAY Amiti!”
Amiti was not equal to the sudden expulsion of sound and took two steps back. His wide eyes met the angry downturn of his brows. “You’re being a child!” he didn’t hide the offense in his tone and he jerked on his own robes to straighten them as he righted himself. “Fine. Cry out here. But it is on your head.”
He turned to leave, but couldn’t quite seem to leave his brother to expose himself to public ridicule and turned immediately back around. Raising his index finger up in the air, level with his face, just like if he was arguing in the council, Amiti regained the three steps he’d taken away from his brother. “No. Thaddeus, you come in at once. We’ll deal with whatever the matter is inside. Do not let our neighbors see you acting this way. And don’t yell at me.”
Not actually able to force his brother to do anything he didn’t want to, Amiti swept inside the house, waiting for Thaddeus just inside the house, going toward his study. He didn’t actually want to be seen with a man openly weeping in public.
Was his brother….crying? What on earth was going on here? Why did Gwyn dart past him? It was connected with Thaddeus, Amiti knew that for a fact, though why Thaddeus was now weeping, openly, in the street, was beyond him and beyond embarrassing. “Thaddeus,” he hissed, looking to the right of the narrow cobbled street, and then to the left, where the road blessedly curved away. No one was walking around at the moment and so they were mercifully alone. His brother was bent over in the absolute strangest fashion and that worried Amiti more than anything else.
“Are you hurt?” he started to ask, only to be met with a soft “Leave me,” from Thaddoes. “Leave you? I’m not going to leave you. You’re going to come inside and stop being foolish.”
That, it turned out, was the exact wrong thing to say. Thaddeus straightened up like a whip and turned to him, drawing what looked like a huge breath, and bellowed, “Go AWAY Amiti!”
Amiti was not equal to the sudden expulsion of sound and took two steps back. His wide eyes met the angry downturn of his brows. “You’re being a child!” he didn’t hide the offense in his tone and he jerked on his own robes to straighten them as he righted himself. “Fine. Cry out here. But it is on your head.”
He turned to leave, but couldn’t quite seem to leave his brother to expose himself to public ridicule and turned immediately back around. Raising his index finger up in the air, level with his face, just like if he was arguing in the council, Amiti regained the three steps he’d taken away from his brother. “No. Thaddeus, you come in at once. We’ll deal with whatever the matter is inside. Do not let our neighbors see you acting this way. And don’t yell at me.”
Not actually able to force his brother to do anything he didn’t want to, Amiti swept inside the house, waiting for Thaddeus just inside the house, going toward his study. He didn’t actually want to be seen with a man openly weeping in public.