Thread: ALL the nomads!  (an Autumn QueenxMadam Mim mash of several ongoing rps)

.... The sands of the hourglass fell, each grain another possible alternative to the live and lives that surrounded it. Possibilities swirled around the gypsy, the stowaway, and those whose lives crossed their paths. Gypsies Stowaways Oh Lily... it's not because you could not lie down with me and make love. It's the back and forth, the changing is what drives me crazy. I can wait. I can give you time. All the time in the world, if you want, if you need it. I just need to know that you are not sorry you married me. He reached forward and tentatively threaded a few fingers through hers. Giorgio DeBarzo was the only surviving son of the pirate Greyspawn, the dirge of the seas and a man whose reputation paled in comparison to how evil and cruel he truly was. The man had put Giorgio through hell as a child, and it was only the occasional intervention of his mother, when she could find them, and his almost-brother Garrity, that kept him from losing all grip on sanity from his father's physical and psychological torment. He had loved one other woman before Lily another Gypsy named Maria who strung him along for years and then finally left him for a wealthy Italian merchant. The betrayal nearly destroyed Giorgio. I am afraid, Mon Amie, that you will see a wealthy man you like and then leave me. Like Maria did. He thought the words, but did not say it. The fact that he sneaked off with Maria after marrying Lily, even if it was to use Maria as bait to throw off the cruel pirate Greyspawn, gave him no right to mention his ex-lover. He hoped that Lily would understand and forgive him, but he knew that he didn't deserve her forgiveness. He had brought her too much sorrow to hope for that. The Stowaway Garrity drew a hand through his sandy brown hair. His bright green eyes burned with embarrassment at the mention of Giorgio's words about seeing Lily in a 'brighter light'. I don't really know what he meant by that, he admitted. He was different for a bit, like a man who had a change of heart. I almost thought that he was in fact a different man, but then... well, you know. He leaned up on an elbow and looked at Lily. It was almost like he was the same boy I grew up with, before Greyspawn caught us trying to escape. But he nodded at her suggestion, albeit sadly. I'm afraid that stealing his alcohol won't change much. He'll just buy more, and if we make him too made it's likely he'd take out his anger on you. I couldn't bear it if he did. He's very much his father's son, Lily, and Greyspawn isn't someone you'd ever want to cross. The Gypsy Jack looked up at Lily and felt his heart ache just a little bit. Yes, she was his best friend, but he had long begun to hope that she might become more. Her desire to explore and not to stay in Mopp, though, seemed to keep them apart. Jack loved the seaside he loved fishing and tending to his father's little boat. He loved Mopp. Lily did not. Just a bowl of stew and some ale, Lily. Uhm... and if you have a moment, I was wondering if you might go to the harvest festival with me? I mean, as a friend of course. The two of us. Together. He could feel the Italian merchant watching them and the older man's boring eyes made Jack feel decidedly uncomfortable. He shifted nervously in his seat as he waited for Lily's answer.