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Thread: Twisted Fates - Risi & Caspian

At the mention of her father, Nell's voice caught in her throat. Unable to convey much she looked to the ground sadly as she listened to the rest of his words to her. When she finally gathered herself, a few tears falling silently upon her cheeks, she spoke softer than the first time. Thank you for letting me stay here, she paused, You can he didn't suffer. Another pause, Was he taken care of? His body that is? It seemed as if since she had woke the bruise on her head must have aided in the emotional response to her father's assumed death when she first remembered it. Now, however, it hit her considerably harder, but she attempted to push through it to speak. With a sniffle she spoke again, Thank you very much Sir Thurston. I appreciate your kindness. My name is Nell Poliano I hope that helps you contact my employer. Her voice faded off slowly as more tears fell upon her cheeks. Looking to the butler with bleary eyes she asked in a whisper, Can you show me where the room I woke up in is? I would like to be alone. Her porcelain face was saddened and she longed to be held by her father to attempt to soothe her. But now, that could not happen. Thank you again, Sir Thurston, she added as she moved to follow the butler to the said room. Once in the room, she moved to the adjacent bathroom and began to run the water in the tub. Sadly, she removed her clothes from her slight body and folded them before she stepped into the steaming water. It was there that poor Nell began to whimper and sob for the loss of her father.
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Vivian called his butler and sent him to gather up the necessaries for Ms. Poliano. He also had the butler tell the shiftmaster at the textile mill to ensure that she was kept on the roster with pay. He pondered what he could do honour the request of the dying man. Vivian sighed, wondering what he could do and not reveal himself to the poor girl. At least she had somewhere to stay for the evening. Vivian scratched the scar on his face, cursing the constant itch that never went away. He knew that grey England was the only place he could stay where the itch was manageable. Anywhere dryer and his skin was prone to cracking and bleeding. He could tell that rain was on the air tonight, his arm never lied to him. He set to setting up the dining room for Ms. Poliano and instructed Abelardo that his meals were to never coincide with hers. He also instructed the house staff to install a mirror in the bathroom adjacent to her room. There hadn't been a mirror up on any of the walls in nearly 10 years. How long would she stay there? Vivian didn't know. He would let her stay for the week, knowing she had nowhere else to be. After that he would determine what to do with her if she didn't have a plan by then. Vivian secretly dreamed of her staying. The comfort of a woman in the house was warming, but knowing she would be repulsed by him was a torture he had a hard time bearing. He wanted to write out instructions for her, to ensure that she didn't go anywhere and see him unprotected by dark rooms or his cloak. Unfortunately he wasn't certain is Ms. Poliano could read. Rather than waiting to find out he would wait for her in the study until she was ready to see him.
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Soon, the water ran cold and Nell ran out of tears to cry. Upon that realization she pulled herself from the golden clawed tub and pulled herself into a plush towel, not bothering to dry herself but rather just cover her body. Had there of been a mirror to look in, she would have found her eyes puffy and read, her blue eyes a bit bloodshot from the crying, and her pale skin flushed from the warm water. However, she did not notice a lack of a mirror as she perched in the towel on the bed, staring at her toes. Though she longed to get dressed, she did not want to put her work clothes back on, or the corset for that matter, before she went to bed. Perhaps she could ask someone to bring her clothes the next time she left the room. As the thought moved from her mind, there was a knock on the door. I'm here with a mirror for you, a small voice said through the door. Nell wanted to ignore it as she was both indecently dressed and she just wanted to crawl into bed and cry herself to sleep. That wasn't an option though as a small burly woman opened the door just a crack until she saw Nell, sorrowful and dripping like a wet cat. Oh, dear, the woman said softly and brought the bathroom sized mirror into the bedroom, shutting the door behind her. Once the woman had installed the mirror, she moved to Nell. Oh dear, she repeated and grabbed an additional towel and began squeezing Nell's long blonde locks into it. When she finished she told her she would return in a moment. When she did, she was holding an old nightgown, one of Vivian's mothers but Nell didn't know that as the maid pulled it over her head and tugged the towel away from her body. Thank you, Nell told the woman softly and crawled under the covers of the bed. The maid shook her head though, You're welcome, but I fear you should probably return to the Master's study. I think he has some instructions for you. Nell sighed heavily and moved her feet to the side of the bed like molasses. Eventually, she made her way down to the study. Her eyes were tired from the crying and her throat was dry from the same. Hovering at the door she quietly commented, Do you always stay in here? she paused for his response then prompted, The maid said you wanted to see me?
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Vivian had heard the girl sobbing and knew that she must be extremely distraught. He instructed the maid to look in on the girl when she came out of the bath. Part of him wanted to go in there to comfort the girl on his own, but knew that would end with tragic results. An even deeper part of him wanted to look upon her with her wet hair. Perhaps to see her clothed in a towel and excusing himself from the room after seeing her bare shoulders or calves. The sweet scent of wet, clean hair permeated the room and Vivian stirred from his thoughts. He thought he heard her say something in the doorway, but put the thought aside as she inquired with the maid's instruction. Your employer has agreed to give you a week off, with pay in light of the events regarding your father. I have sent one of my servants for some of your personal effects at your father's house and you shall stay with me for a week. This will allow you to deal with your father's affairs and your own. You are welcome to stay for the week, and longer if you find it necessary. I do have a small list of rules however. If I am in my study you are not to come more than two steps past the doorway. If you are going to walk around the house you are welcome, but you are not to enter my bedroom on the third floor. You have access to more or less the rest of the house. You may ask the servants if you require anything and if something needs to be purchased for your comfort it will be my role as host to pay for it. Any questions you have about me I will answer if you are in the same room as me. Do not ask the servants. They know that my secrets are my own and they know the punishment for speaking about my business. Vivian paused for a moment. He didn't want to scare the girl, but the rules were for her own good. He did not want to scare her away as she was the only company he had had for nearly a decade. Even his own family didn't visit him anymore. He longed for human contact with someone and wanted to be able to look her in the eye, but knew he could not. I know this all must be a terrible shock and with the tragic loss of your father I can understand you have some questions. Please wait until you're in a better frame of mind. Can you read and write? Vivian asked, knowing the majority of the women in his textile factory could not.
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Nell listened intently as he listed out her rules and regulations of the house for her. Her head sunk sadly as she almost felt like a child again. For the entirety of her adult life, Nell had been the one in charge, but that was to change now. Part of her longed to be in a position to attest his rules, but she knew she wasn't. It could have been worse though, she could have been forced to whore her herself out that very minute by a crueler man. Instead, this man was mysterious but he had negotiated to get her a week off work with pay, something very unheard of. I can read, she told his proudly but gave pause to her next statement, But I am not able to write. Her body moved to return to the bedroom that had been deemed her's, but she stopped and looked in the direction of Mr. Thurston, I just wanted to say thank you again, and that I will adhere to your rules to the best of my ability. She paused again though, one of her fingers moved to twirl up into her hair nervously. Nell wanted to ask why he hid in that shadows and didn't introduce himself like a proper gentleman, but it seemed his actions besides that were more than gentlemen she had known so she kept her rude thought to herself. Instead she asked, Is there anything I can do for you in return for your care? Even though her father had been a drunk and a gambler, Nell had been raised to be a lady and not some rude woman of the streets, although that was technically her background. Before her mother fled, she had even gone to the heights of teaching Nell to read to help her understand the world. However, she left before teaching her to write, leaving her slightly in the dark. Nell knew that her mother was a flight risk and her father was a lost cause long before she had lost either of them, so it wasn't really a surprise to her. Did it hurt for a while? Yes. But would she let it haunt her? No. Neither of her parents would have wanted that for her, so she pushed through the pain and attempted to be kind to the man who had saved her. It was rational.
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Vivian paused at her offer, surely he hadn't expected anything. He certainly did not want to make her feel like the only reason she was here was out of obligation. Vivian considered his answer carefully, mulling it over in his head. I appreciate your consideration of my rules. I am not an easy man to share a roof with, I realize, but I have my reasons. There is no obligation for being here in this house and you are welcome here, despite the peculiar rules. I cannot ask for anything and you are free to come and go, but... if you would, on occasion, keep me company here in my study from time to time I would consider myself well compensated for something any decent man would do. Vivian wanted desperately to see the look on her face. Her expression, whether she smiled or whether she frowned. The problem with not looking at someone's face was you could not read their expression. All Vivian had was tone. He could tell when the conversation started there was nervousness, pain, and shock. As she made the offer he heard something in her voice soften, yet there was still an underlying hardness in her voice. A result of a hard life. Vivian was also impressed that she could read. Not many of the women in his factory could read. If she could read she may also be able to learn to write. If she could write he might be able to find her a role as a clerk. The pay was marginally better, but the work was far less demanding. Vivian would have liked to teach her himself, but that would mean being to close. Now that he had the company, he didn't want to scare it away. For a moment Vivian pictured the girl as she appeared to him in the carriage. Her Blonde hair and her heaving chest as she slept. Vivian sat for a moment, coveting the girl who was less than 15 feet away. And yet, she might as well be in India for all his luck. He held back a sigh. Also, you can to learn to write? I can have one of my servants teach you. It's a most important skill and it will open many opportunities that are currently closed to you. I will arrange it for you. Vivian hoped at least that if she left after a week she would have reason to return to his house. Perhaps he may reveal himself to this girl one day. The first woman who wasn't a servant in over 9 years. Vivian put the thought aside and waited for the girl to depart so that he could retire to his room.
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Her thick lashes batted downwards as she listened to his words, he seemed to be a sad man. It was tragic, she thought, that a man in such a wonderful house could be in such a downtrodden mood. Hopefully, they could somehow they could help each other. Her lips pursed slightly, but she let them unpucker and licked them lightly as he offered to have someone teach her to write. Her sullen tone quickly turned upbeat, slightly at least, That would be wonderful. Her smile, though slight was still noticeable in her speech. Nell took her two steps into the doorway, hands clasped in front of her nightgown and smelling of rich flowers. If you wanted, she began but then stuttered a bit nervously, I co-could spend some time with you now in the study. I don't know what you have planned for your evening though. To Nell, Mr. Thurston seemed rather lonely, and as night had fallen she had found herself feeling the same way. Why go to separate areas in a house rather than chat in the same room when you were lonesome. It seemed pointless to Nell, but, so had some of his rules. Her wide blue eyes scanned the darkness, still only finding the outline of his head in the darkness, but searching fruitlessly for more. She wanted to see his face, talk to him while looking into his eyes to convey her thankfulness for his saving of her. However, it seemed that it would never happen. Perhaps I could get us a small snack? she tried, and moved to make another step closer but caught herself before she did. One of her hands moved a drying strand of hair from her face and behind her ear, pondering if she had perhaps overstepped her boundaries with him already. Nell hoped not.
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Vivian liked the idea of spending time with Nell, it was such a sweet offer and the sound of her voice was lyrical and kind. Perhaps he could spend his time talking with her for a while. He pondered what questions she would ask him. She would want to see his face eventually, but he was not ready for that. He may never be ready for that. He also knew it might happen anyways. He would have to be careful. I think a snack would be lovely Ms. Poliano. But please, have my servants bring it in. In the meantime you can tell me about yourself. In exchange I can tell you a little about myself. Vivian said gratefully. Your offer of company is most kind, it has been many a year since I have had much company at all. Vivian rang a bell and waited for the servants to arrive. Just tell them what you want and they will bring it. Have them bring up a bottle of wine as well from the cellar. They will know what I want. There is a fine collection in the cellar as well, so if you would like a glass please tell them. Vivian loved a good bottle of wine. It was one of his few pleasures. He found that after a couple glasses of wine he was as cheerful as he was as a boy. And it loosened his tongue, something he had learned to guard since he was 18. Perhaps he could share a little more of himself with the young lady in the room.
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Once she had put in her and Mr. Thurston's order with the servant that scurried up. Slowly, Nell walked to a chair that faced away from Thurston and sat in it, hoping he wouldn't mind the few steps closer that she took. She could smell the slight musk of a man when she moved deeper into his study and part of her liked it enough to want to move closer. Nell knew she was already pushing her limits so she didn't want to push them more. Would you like to tell me about yourself? Just a bit? she asked with a slight laugh. As she waited for his response, a different servant came bearing a plate of fruit for each of them and a bottle of wine with two glasses. Nell thanked the man with a smile and took the serving platter from him. Once she took her plate of fruit, she turned and placed the tray on a table between the two of them. I won't peek, she told him as she sat back down in the chair and covered her eyes in a comical fashion. She knew that it wasn't a laughing matter to him though.
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Vivian sat, paralyzed. There was no way of knowing what she was toying with. His desire to see her was excruciating. She stepped deeper into the room and he thought to correct the behavior, but then he should have thought to have had someone manage the room so that she could do so comfortably. She didn't peek, as she had promised. He gathered a glass of the Claret and the fruit and returned to his chair. He was quick about it, but certainly not rushed. About myself, hrmm? Vivian pondered. Well, I have been living here since I was a child. This place is the home of my father and my father's father, though they are all gone. All but myself. We were lucky to be landholders for the last 200 years. It worked out nicely, giving us the chance to make enough money to start some textile companies. We would purchase wool from the people who rented our farms and we turn it into clothing and fabrics. We've done quite well, as you can see. As for myself, I am a battered old man. The world has not been kind to me, in spite of all the opulence you see in the house. I was the unfortunate one. I survived the influenza outbreak, which in turn gave me all this. Vivian knew that she wouldn't understand without seeing the scars or the disfigured arm. But that was fine. Vivian knew what he was saying, even if miss Poliano did not. I know you want to see more of me, but I am afraid that I cannot allow that. It will be best for the both of us. It has been a decade since I last had company, and I would not want to scare you away now that you're here. In the meantime, miss Poliano, what about yourself? How did you come to be where you are in life?
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The dots did not connect, even with his mention of the textile companies he now owned. It wasn't that Nell was too dumb to catch them, but there was not enough evidence for such and accusation as that one, yet. But instead on telling him about herself, she tugged gently on the stem of a cherry from her mouth, savoring the fresh fruit. You do not sound old, she offered softly, Nor, does the back of your head look it. The corners of her mouth tugged upwards, but she then moved into her own tale, not letting him get a word in otherwise to her statement. My father was always the gambler, so the little income my mother brought home was quickly spent away. Once I finished my little schooling that was required, by then my mother had left us, I was hired as a worker in a mill and as my nightshift, I tried to bring my father home without any debt. I suppose I wasn't too good at my second job, eh? her voice turned sad at the end, but she let out a small sigh and bit into another cherry. As Nell contemplated her next words, she finished off the cherry and stared into the woodwork of the crown molding. In a slight whisper she added, I've seen a lot of things Mister Thurston, you'd be surprised. I don't think you're going to scare me away from this beautiful house, and the opportunity to learn to write. Seeing as it is your house, and I am simply a guest, I will adhere to your rules. But please know that I don't scare easily, nor do I run from things I'm scared of. Once she finished, she turned her face downward into her plate and sucked upon her pointer finger lightly, it tasting of berry juices. Hopefully she hadn't overstepped her boundaries with him yet.
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Please, call me Vivian. It would be so nice to hear someone call me by my name, rather than my title. It's been so long since I have had a guest. Vivian hoped that the pain in his voice didn't ring through. He toyed with the idea of letting her in, letting her see his face but knew he wasn't ready for that. He wasn't ready to see the look of shock on her face and the pity that followed. Vivian did not want to be pitied but he did not want to be feared either. He would reveal himself to her in his own time when he was ready. I daresay I doubt I could scare you easily, but I have no doubt that I could scare you nonetheless dear Miss Poliano. And you're quite right about my age, I am just older than my years make me out to be. Vivian chuckled. I've lived like a hermit for over a decade and when you've only got your thoughts to yourself you age much quicker. Vivian got up and paced in front of his chair. He wanted to see her golden tresses again. He did so, slowly. He walked behind her chair and placed his hands on it's high back. He could see the blonde hair wet, clinging to itself. The smell was enough to make him stumble slightly. He hadn't been this close to a woman in 10 years, at least not one who had recently taken a bath. Vivian silently inhaled and moved back to his seat. He thought he saw the young girl shift as though to try and get a look at him, but that was his own fault for getting out of his chair. She could not make much of him from the chair she was in anyways, so all was well. I think it fair to warn you as to why I avoid the eyes of everyone. I was horribly disfigured in the prime of my life. I have not grown any more lovely over the years, let me tell you. I am scarred and broken. I would prefer to keep myself hidden at this time, if you please. Vivian prepared her as best he could. No-one was ever truly prepared to see his face for the first time. Inevitably they all flinched, or blanched or even ran, trying not to vomit. He had done his best. When and if he did reveal himself, she would be shocked but at least she would know not to expect a lovely face.
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It was an instinct to turn, but Nell pressed it down. Every fiber of her being told her to turn and look at him, but she suppressed it. There was something deeper that told her it would be bad if she did. With a deep breath she closed her eyes and kept facing forward. He was standing behind her chair now, she could feel the heat of his body on the back of her neck, the small hairs on the back of her neck stood up as a cold chill moved through her spine. The ruffle of clothes moved back to his seat and Nell found herself letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding. It was almost a dare to see if she would be scared by him, but she knew she would win that dare. Nell had seen women sucked into sewing machines before. Vivian, she started hesitantly, letting his first name roll in her mouth softly, I'll be here for you when you want to show me. Only a few hours after meeting him, Nell was sure there was something she could do for him. What, she wasn't sure quite yet, but she knew it was something. Perhaps just being there for him to talk to. A yawn moved through her, but she stifled it before it could escape. She thought about excusing herself, but she wanted to stay and continue to listen to his velvet voice talk to her. So, what do you do all day? she asked, figuring he worked or something to pass his time.