Thread: The Longest Night:  A Meridian Society Christtmas (TheCorsair & Madame Mim)

Well, I am honored, she answered with a brief smile. But if it's something you're never ready for--for there are some things which some people are never ready to talk about--then I'll never pry. I promise. When Algie's hand rested on hers Anne Marie froze and she looked back up at him. They seemed displaced in the flow of time and space, though they were at least displaced together. She'd always known his eyes were brown, but had they always had those flecks of green in them? He stepped closer, taking her other hand in his, and she feared her heart might be pounding so hard it would visibly move the fabric of her dress over her chest. Part of her wanted to pull away, afraid of what might come next and with that all the terrifying change. But another part of her yearned to step closer to him and... Colin and Kieran's laughter came from the other room and it was like waking up. Anne Marie took a deep breath and tried not to make it a sigh. I'm afraid it isn't my place to say, she admitted, squeezing his hand gently. She let go slowly, giving him time to take it again if that was something he wanted to do. I just scolded Sam for doing such a thing, after all. But suffice to say that Samantha still has a lot to learn when it comes to discretion, and this little slip-up was at the Captains' expense. She wasn't sure just how much Professor Swift had picked up on between the two, but if he was now the only one in the dark then now wasn't the time to tell him. She was almost certain he was probably already under scrutiny by the Society for the amount of fraternization already going on in his unit. She released a tiny sigh when he let go of her other hand before continuing to prepare more vegetables for side dishes it was a pity she didn't have time enough to make dough for bread. That would be for first thing tomorrow, she supposed. Oh and it will be the whole bottle, she agreed with a smile. Do you know, I found him one time in his underwear, wearing my robe and some tatty old tricorn and demanding why the rum was gone? She laughed and shook her head. I saw he brought his own, and I suspect Colin of sneaking some as well. I think so long as we control who goes in and out of the cellar we may be able to keep them from burning the place to the ground. Erik kept his gaze toward the fire, so red he was nearly purple. Oh dear God that was mortifying! How could he have forgotten that someone had been in a room nearby?! When Sam offered to tell them something about herself, however, his back straightened and he pulled his gaze away from the fire. Samantha, he said in a warning tone, but she wouldn't listen. She never did whenever she had enough liquor in her. Willful and stubborn indeed. Colin successfully steered her focus away from that and to a game of sorts and he gave him a look of deep gratitude. The entire topic was highly uncomfortable for him, and obviously was for Kieran as well, and the sooner they were away from it the better. When Colin suggested that she worshiped at the altar of Sappho he couldn't help but snicker. Sappho was a poet, Liebchen, later deified by the Greeks. Y'know, I had an ancestor stole sommat from Sappho's tomb, Kieran put in. Oh? Erik raised an eyebrow. You're related to a grave-robber? Not something many people would readily admit. He was a pirate, the pirate corrected. Great-great-great-however many granddad. It was supposed to be some coin to let you into the underworld and back out again. Dunno if it ever worked, though. 'Course, stories about that particular relative tend to be pretty far-fetched. Zombie pirates and ocean gods and all sorts of rubbish. Theft though, that's a bit more realistic.