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

Gypsies Stowaways No, no . I do not regret marrying you. I only regret being the one to hurt you. I wish I had hid you better. I wish I could have kept you from getting raped on the Isles. That I could have protected you and our son from Greyspawn. Oh Lily... I am not worthy of you. I am just a wandering man with nothing to my name but despair. I wish I could be more for you. He squeezed his eyes shut and held her hand. I know that sometimes, Lily... sometimes I seem a bit not like myself. And sometimes I am not myself. And I can feel... I can feel that those times are coming more and more often, Mon Amie. I can only say now that I'm sorry. If I do or say anything that is hurtful... I am so sorry . I do not think I can control it like I did before. The veil is getting weaker and I am not a strong-willed man. He had been broken too often. Giorgio's will and sense of destiny had been shattered by Greyspawn so often that now the other realms were beginning to grow stronger. He could feel the 'other' Giorgio pushing at the borders and trying to get in here, where his Lily was. It frightened him horribly. But how could he tell her such things? She would think he was crazy. She'd certainly leave him then, and that would simply kill him. The Stowaway Garrity couldnt' think of how to help her with the child, but as they laid there he drew fingers through her long, dark hair and then finally asked. What if you were to get pregnant with my child first? I know that you don't feel like you're ready to be a mother, but what if... if it was mine, then Giorgio would have to let you leave eventually. He felt badly for having such a selfish thought. He loved her very much, and he wanted her to return with him and live with him and his children, but he knew that Lily wanted a life of adventure. If Giorgio had her child, though, she could never be at peace. The Gypsy Jack blushed as Lily's hips brushed his shoulder. Oh, how he wanted to crush her in his arms and kiss her lips! He dreamed of feeling her hips slide across his own as she moaned his name and pulled him deeper into her.... The young man blushed to the tips of his ears. If she could hear his thoughts she'd be horrified, he was sure! The Italian merchant eyed the petite little morsel as she left the wimp of a man and walked over to his table. He tried to look sad, although he only felt a sense of excitement and arousal near the little English woman. Ah...Lily my sposa piccola! How are you today? You have heard my sad news, no? He looked up at her over reddened lids and sniffed into an embroidered kerchief. My Maria, my sweet wife... She is... gone! He blew his nose into the cloth with a loud blast. Of course, he didn't bother to mention that she had run away. It was enough to let the little beauty think that he was a widower. I am so very sad! My life, it is over! He reached out to grab her and pull her closer. He wanted to touch the little Lily so Sweet, and his hands were strong and fast.
Thread: ALL the nomads!  (an Autumn QueenxMadam Mim mash of several ongoing rps)

Gypsies and Stowaways Giorgio...my love! Lily felt her heart break for him. Was that what he'd been thinking all along?! It's not about who deserves who! She leaned her forehead against his and looked into his eyes, putting her hands on his cheeks. Listen to me, Giorgio. We can't change the past. It's done. All we can do is learn from it. We both have things we've done and said that we wish we hadn't marrying each other isn't one of them. So just, please...don't spend the rest of your life wishing you could have hidden me better or protected me better. Don't spend it wishing you were more for me because you're more than enough for me already. Spend it loving me, and I'll spend mine loving you. Okay? As Giorgio apologized she shook her head. She'd already seen this other Giorgio and knew it wasn't him. My love, you are my husband, she insisted quietly. I said for better or worse, and that's what I meant. I've seen this...other you. I know it's not the real you. I don't know what he is, but I know he isn't you. Believe me, love. Lily leaned up and kissed her husband's forehead. When could they stop going to emotional extremes and just be happy with each other? Well...perhaps once they got this stupid hourglass everything would be alright. The Stowaway Lily sighed contentedly as she lay against the first mate's chest. She was very nearly asleep when his deep voice rumbled in her ear through his chest. She pulled slowly away from sleep to focus on the words, processing them slower than usual. She sighed and smiled, kissing his chest gently. No, I don't think I'm ready to be a mother, she admitted softly, but it seems like I'm going to be whether I'm ready or not. DiBarzo will make sure of it. Garrity, nothing would make me happier than being the mother of your child. Lily planted a soft kiss on his chest then looked up to smile at him. It would be so much better to spend my life believing my child to be yours rather than knowing it was his. And if I had a son...he'd take him from me. I couldn't let him do that. She wrapped her arms around Garrity's waist and snuggled in again, closing her eyes once more. I know he'll come to me before I'm ready, she murmured as she drifted back closer to sleep. When he does, then we can start trying. Promise. The Gypsy Lily didn't notice Jack watching the way her hips swayed as she walked away, but she did notice the merchant doing the same thing with a lustful glint in his eye. It was only when she drew nearer that he tried to look sad. God he was pathetic! Busy, Angelo. How're you? She frowned and shook her head, feigning interest in his sad news. She could care less about anything to do with his life apart from the location of his hands at any given moment when he was around her. Now it was Lily's turn to try to look sad. Awww I'm sorry to hear that, Angelo. She patted his shoulder and tried to move out of the way, but was caught up in his strong grip. You gotta let me go, so I can go get you some wine to drown your sorrows. Help you mourn your Maria. She patted his shoulder again and tried to get away.
Thread: ALL the nomads!  (an Autumn QueenxMadam Mim mash of several ongoing rps)

... Gypsies and Stowaways I... thank you. Giorgio smiled at her and then pulled her into a hug. He kissed her cheek and closed his eyes as he rested his face against hers. They had no way of telling if it was day or night outside the caverns. All they knew was whether or not they were tired. Come, Lily. Will you lay in bed with me and let me hold you? I want to sleep next to my wife, to know that you are safe in my arms, and tomorrow can take care of itself. He slowly stood and offered her a hand up. The small bed in the cottage looked plain and relatively clean. He didn't care who had slept in it last or who had died in the caverns he just felt a tremendous weariness in his soul, as if he had been squeezed out and all that was left was the empty shell of who he might have been. As he looked at his beloved little stowaway he wondered who she might have been had the tides flowed differently for them. The Stowaway It was almost prophetic. The knock came at the door, heavy and hard, as they were drifting off to sleep. Garrity startled and then glared the door as if it had been the cause for the sound, and not the person standing on the other side of it. What do you want? He called out, already angry at the intrusion. I want Lily. Now. I've changed my mind and I want her to stay with me. Giorgio's voice was slightly slurred, as if he had already had a few drinks. Open the door and give me back my slave girl! Garrity's jaw twitched in irritation as his hand crept towards where he kept a dagger near the bed. If Giorgio was drunk, and it was dark, perhaps.... Perhaps. The Gypsy Angelo smiled at the little serving girl. Ah... Lily. You are so kind. So wonderful and perfect. You know that you will always be my little wife, yes? Mi espousa petite. Maybe you can come and help me to heal my broken heart? I can be a very generous friend, Lily. Whatever you need, whatever your family needs... I can provide. He smiled and the silver lined tooth near the front of his mouth gleamed. Broken hearts don't have to last forever.
Thread: ALL the nomads!  (an Autumn QueenxMadam Mim mash of several ongoing rps)

Gypsies and Stowaways Always, Lily murmured to Giorgio, resting her cheek against his and gently caressing his neck. She was exhausted, and sleep sounded good. Especially sleep with her husband. She took his hand and stood, following him to the bed and laying down with him. I love you, Giorgio, she promised. I love you I love you I love you. Forever and always. I promise. And a Stevens never broke their promise. As she laid in his arms and drifted to sleep, she smiled quietly to herself at a realization. You know...we've been so distracted by everything I've yet to hear my new name. Mrs. D'Barzo. Lily D'Barzo. She grinned and kissed the nearest part of him, which happened to be his chest, before sinking deeper into her weariness. I like it. Much better than Stevens. The Stowaway The knock came at the door and Lily frowned. What would anyone want at this hour? Her unspoken question was answered by the slurred voice on the other side of the door. No...this was too soon. She whimpered quietly and slid her head under her pillow, hiding and trying to block D'Barzo's voice. No no no no no... she groaned, her voice a little muffled from under the pillow. No not tonight...it's too soon...he's drunk. Garrity please. Please make him go away. She felt like crying again in desperation, but resisted. She probably got on Garrity's nerves with all the crying she did. I...I know I said...but I can't. Not tonight. The Gypsy Lily chuckled, silently praying to God Angelo was joking. Her? Come live with him? Whether as a live-in mistress or as a wife wasn't exactly clear, but either way it was repulsive. He was repulsive. But when he mentioned her family she cottoned on. He'd been asking around town and was trying to use his status to get him to marry her. Abby was sick and pregnant, and they didn't have the money they needed it was very possible at this point she could die, either in childbirth or before. What're you sayin', Angelo? she asked slowly. Please, dear God please don't be what she thought he was saying!
Thread: ALL the nomads!  (an Autumn QueenxMadam Mim mash of several ongoing rps)

Gypsies and Stowaways Giorgio and Lily settled in and slept peaceably for the first time in a long time. Perhaps they were finally being given a reprieve by fate, but it seemed like they hadn't been as much of one mind as they were that night. He found that he woke feeling rested and, surprisingly, warm. When the gypsy turned to look in the cottage he found that the reason he was warm was that someone had built a little fire in the hearth for them. A tea kettle was steaming near the fire, and a small plate had been set out with dried fruit and dried fish. Garrity had been there, though there was no sign of him now. Giorgio kissed Lily's forehead. Wake up, Lily DeBarzo. It seems like morning has found us. The Stowaway Garrity felt the desperation in her voice as she begged him to make Giorgio wait. She had just been raped by the pirate's men, for God's sake! How could the captain want her to join him in his room so soon? The Nordsman secured his blade along the inside of his shirt sleeve and went to the door to speak to the drunk captain. Giorgio! Not tonight. She is sick. Damn you, you giant pale-skinned idiot! Open the door! Garrity didn't want to hurt his almost-brother he still cared for him no matter what, but.... he loved Lily. He had promised to protect her. Quickly he opened the door and stepped outside, closing the self-locking door behind himself. Giorgio - ! There was a bit of a scuffle, then the sound of a body falling heavily to the deck. A moment later, the soft sound of someone dragging a body across the wood could be heard if one were to listen very carefully. The Gypsy The heavyset Italian smiled at Lily. He wiped the sweat off his brow with a handkerchief. Your sister... she is very, very sick. That is such sad news, and with a baby on the way too. But Lily... if you were to have a rich boyfriend, or better... a rich husband? You could send money for a doctor. A good doctor, no? What kinds of things could a loving, rich husband give you? He dug around the inside pocket of a vest with one pudgy hand while still holding her hand with the other. Soon he drew out a small jeweler's box from his vest. I want you to marry me, Lily. Marry me and I promise that I'll take care of all your family needs. I will be a generous man to you. Inside the box was a small ring , delicate and feminine.
Thread: ALL the nomads!  (an Autumn QueenxMadam Mim mash of several ongoing rps)

Gypsies Stowaways His throat clenched. A sharp, biting pain shot through the gypsy's chest as Lily teased about not being Lily DeBarzo. He couldn't mutter a sound as she flopped over and thrust her arms under the pillow. He cleared his throat and forced a smile onto his lips. Yes, of course, Mon Amie. We have no place we have to go. He laid back down and put an arm around her body. She was joking. She was just teasing and making fun, not saying that she wasn't his wife or that she wanted to be a single woman again... right? It had to be. We stay as long as you want. Garrity can find his own damn hourglass. The Stowaway The cold night was stark and blue. Someone was going down into the hold a few sailors were about, but none dared look at her. A few moments later a set of footsteps seemed to jog up the stairs, but they were light and nearly danced up the treads. Lily could tell that it wasn't her Nordic sailor who she was looking for. The footsteps belonged to the captain, and he didn't sound drunk in the least. The Gypsy Angelo nodded sagely, closing his hand over hers and the box. Take it, show your father. I will come speak to him in the morning, no? And we will set a date for your wedding. It will be like a fairytale, he smiled and then licked his lips. He gave her an extra three crowns on top of the cost of his mean and then watched her walk away like a lion eying a lame dear on the plains. He would have her. He knew it. Jack smiled up at Lily as she approached. Are you alright Lily? You look... ill. His face looked concerned. Did something bad happen? All kinds of thoughts of people groping her or saying rude things came to mind. Do you want me to do something for you?
Thread: ALL the nomads!  (an Autumn QueenxMadam Mim mash of several ongoing rps)

Gypsies Stowaways As the gypsy and his stowaway slept Garrity roamed the caverns and searched for the hourglass. He felt a surge of nostalgia... or was it deja vu?... when he took certain turns and tried to find worthy place to hide the hourglass. He remembered the walkways and the small, slick ledges of rock. Why are we going so deep? The young gypsy pirate looked over at his brother, his own dark eyes seeming to glow bright in the pale blue glow of the water. Why can't we just.... I dunno. Just put it anywhere? No one is going to come and look for anything here. They couldn't sing the sirens to sleep anyway! He grinned smugly. I can't take any chances. Young Garrity peered into the water. He thought he saw.... something... swimming near them. This is big, Giorgio. Really big. We can stop Greyspawn's plan and get away from him our entire lives would change. He saw the signs of a structure ahead. A cottage? Do you hear that? Giorgio paused. He listened carefully. Someone is singing. He whispered. We're not alone. The Stowaway There was a strong knock at the forecastle door. Mon Amie, let me in. Giorgio's decidedly not drunk voice came through the wood. He knocked again. You can be difficult, Lily, or you can be smart. You are a smart girl, aren't you? Not one to do foolish things that make. Me. Mad. The sternness in his voice grew louder. Now open the door ! You wear my collar around your neck, open the door before I decide to separate your head from your body! The Gypsy Jack drew in a sharp breath. But Lily... you're not thinking of marrying him are you? I always thought, I thought. His eyes grew sad. I thought you'd marry me one day. He glanced over at the huge, sweaty Italian. Please, Lily. There has to be another way. If you need money for medicines I can go out twice a day with my father. We can fish harder. Please... this isn't what you should do. He looked at her with large, pleading eyes. He had loved her every since they were children, and the thought of 'that man' being Lily's husband made him very soul feel ill.
Thread: ALL the nomads!  (an Autumn QueenxMadam Mim mash of several ongoing rps)

Gypsies Stowaways We can, Giorgio promised. He was falling into blissful sleep with her. He loved that moment they were one in thought and heart, and the rest could wait. He didn't care about Garrity or the damned hourglass, to be truthful. He just wanted to be free and to be with Lily. He knew that she'd never accept that, though. Lily was too sentimental she wanted to help Garrity even though that very same desire had cost them their son. The Gypsy felt his heart harden slightly at the thought. Lily's love for Garrity was what caused them to lose their son.... that thought and the pain that accompanied it followed him into his dreams. The Stowaway Giorgio looked through the crack and saw Lily, his Lily, looking at him like he was some kind of monster. She was right. I'm not going to hurt you tonight, he promised, but I want to hold you, and you are mine to do with as I wish. He pushed on the door, forcing it open. Do not be afraid of me. I am your Master. You should crave my attention, since I am the only one who knows how you like this. His finger reached under her collar and pulled her closer to himself. You like being my slave, Lily. Admit it to yourself. Life will be so much sweeter once you do. The Gypsy Jack's heart was aching. He wanted to argue with her, to beg her to follow her heart's call instead of marrying the Italian for his money, but his throat was constricted. He nodded mutely when she said that she'd talk to him at the Harvest Festival. When she said that he'd always be her best man, and that she loved him, his heart leaped with the thought that she did love him. She loved him. He knew it. The 'Dreadful' Italian saw Lily coming towards him and he smiled. Ah... my darling. I've been thinking of how lovely your name will be Missus Lily Verdicci. It's like the name of a princess! I will treat you like a princess, my little sweet morsel, I promise you will never regret this. He tried to grab her hand to kiss her again but he was too slow. I will call on your family tomorrow afternoon. We will celebrate, no?
Thread: ALL the nomads!  (an Autumn QueenxMadam Mim mash of several ongoing rps)

Floating Gypsies and Stowaways for now The Stowaway Please...M-Master, just lay in the bed with me, Lily whimpered quietly. Just...lay in bed and hold me please. Just hold me. Lily stood like a mouse hypnotized by a snake about to strike. Slowly she took a few steps back and sat onto the edge of the bed. She nodded when he spelled out the terms for Garrity's survival. Her heart leapt at the knowledge that he was alive, then quickly sank when she learned that she'd have to do the wretched captain's bidding. God knew what he would make her do, how he would humiliate her, just for fun because he knew she'd do anything to save her love. The Gypsy Lily took Jack's arm and walked with him away from the Harvest festival, out of town and towards the forest that stood on the edge of the marshes. It was a little chilly this time of year, so the bugs had all gone underground for the winter and left the two of them alone to weave between the dark trees in peace. She sighed as they stopped and looked at Jack while he confessed to her that he wished he'd married her first. Slowly she came to realize just what he meant. Oh, Jack... She gently wrapped her arms around his shoulders and hugged him tightly. Jack, I'm so sorry. I...I never knew...I never realized...I'm sorry. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. It's okay. You would have hated it. I know how much you love Mopp, you would never have been happy with me on an adventure and I could never be happy here. I just wish...I wish... Lily wished she didn't just have to know the cloying grope of an old man until he died. And she didn't...she could know what it was like to be with someone she cared about. Even if she wasn't in love with him. Jack... she said slowly, pulling away and looking up into his eyes. I don't love you the way you love me, even though I wish I did, she began, and I do wish you'd told me earlier. Maybe I could've learned to. But you've been the best friend a girl could have, and you've been there for me so many times even when no one else was. I want to thank you for that. Still looking into his eyes, she began to unlace her bodice. They were teenagers of course they'd talked about sex before, though they'd never so much as kissed. Jack...I want you to be my first, Lily said, a bit shakily. My first...everything. I can't let him do it. I can't...can't let him be the first man to touch me. As her bodice loosened the sleeves of her dress fell, revealing the creamy skin of her shoulders in the moonlight. Please.
Thread: ALL the nomads!  (an Autumn QueenxMadam Mim mash of several ongoing rps)

The Stowaway Giorgio smiled at his little slave, enjoying the way his custom-made collar looked around her slim neck. He fingered it gently as he stepped forward to meet her as she stepped back. You ask me to just lay in bed and hold you as if we were lovers, Lily. You know that we will never be 'lovers'. There is no love here... only obedience from you, and tolerance from me. I own you. Every bit of you... and until you learn to love that there is nothing but suffering for you. He moved her back until her legs hit the bed, then he pushed her gently down to the mattress. There will be some holding tonight but there will also be much more than that. He crawled towards her, his legs between hers, and leaned down to kiss her soft lips. His hand moved up the flat of her stomach and across the soft mounds of her breasts to wrap around her neck where the cold metal encircled her flesh. My lovely slave... my sexy little toy. He smiled at her as he began to wake her sweet body up with his touch. The Gypsy Jack felt his heart twist in pain as her words sank in. She didn't love him the way he loved her... he was just a very dear friend to her. Jack...I want you to be my first, Lily said, a bit shakily. My first...everything. I can't let him do it. I can't...can't let him be the first man to touch me. As her bodice loosened the sleeves of her dress fell, revealing the creamy skin of her shoulders in the moonlight. Please. He could barely make his voice work. I'd do anything for you, Lily. Anything. He moved forward nervously and then pressed his lips to hers. It was a dry, shaky first kiss, but it made his world sway. His trembling hands moved to her waist and pulled her closer to himself. She could feel that he was hard beneath his trousers, his young body responding to the look in her eyes and finding its own way towards her. He began to slid her dress further off her shoulders. The sounds of music seemed very far away...