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

Gypsies and Stowaways Lily smiled when her husband's lips touched her forehead. When he told her to wake up, however, she scowled and moaned. Nope, nope, nope, she groaned, rolling onto her belly and plunging her arms under her pillow, stuffing her face into it. Never went to a church morning can find Lily DeBarzo. This is Lily Stevens. Sorry. It was a joke, of course. She had said multiple times she didn't care if they got married in a church or not she was just trying to avoid being awake. Last night was the most peaceful sleep she'd had in a very, very long while. Besides, can't be morning if it was never night and we're in a cave, so how do you know? For all you know we only slept a couple hours. Nope. Not morning. She grinned into her pillow and snuggled further down into the blankets. It was so warm and cozy in here. Why did she have to get out of bed? The Stowaway Lily peeked up from under her pillow as weight in the bed shifted. She saw Garrity's silhouette get out of bed and a cold glint of metal as he moved toward the door. She frowned. Was he doing what she thought he was doing? The stowaway listened to the conversation and ensuing scuffle. Her heart stopped a beat or two at the sound of a body falling to the deck, then being dragged across wood. Slowly she slid out of bed. If Garrity had just died because she'd asked him to protect her...oh God... Garrity? Lily felt free to speak aloud from behind the door, but when she limped across the room and poked her head out she felt the need to whisper as she called his name again. What was going on? The Gypsy Lily chewed on the tip of her tongue as the merchant spoke. He started talking about Abigail ...Her husband Jacob was an accountant or something out in the country, but still she had been sick for so long that it was becoming a strain on them. They'd been talking about moving back to Mopp so her family could start helping to take care of her. Everyone was worried about losing both her and the baby. Lily blinked. He'd meant it. The son-of-a-bitch had meant it! He'd meant it when he said he'd marry Lily some day! She looked down at the ring. It was beautiful. Still, shiny things weren't worth a lifetime of misery to Lily. But he could take care of Abby... I uh...wow... Used to harassment from drunk customers, the scrawny waitress usually had a quick wit and a reply for everything. Now, however, she was rendered speechless. Angelo, I'm very flattered...but I need to think this through. I need to talk to my Papa first. She looked up at him and closed the box gently. Tomorrow. I'll give you an answer tomorrow. She forced a smile before quickly going over to the bar to put his table's order in and pick up Jack's food. Marry Angelo? The Dreadful Italian? But he was fat and old, and his breath was terrible...but he was rich and could save Abby and her baby. He knew she didn't love him. He must know. Still, Lily had an opportunity to save her sister. That she would be a poor girl from a nowhere town becoming a wealthy Italian noblewoman didn't occur to her because it didn't matter. She didn't care about riches. But if it was her fault that she lost her sister and maybe her niece or nephew...how could she live with herself? But how could she live with herself if she did marry him? She would have to share his bed, possibly bear him fat, harry, smelly children like him. The thought nearly made her gag as she weaved through the tables over to Jack. Here...sorry it's so late, she murmured distractedly.