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Thread: What is broken can be fixed. (Luana Blodwyn x Irlandais)

Enid still stared at the floor. Defeated looking if not downright pathetic. Apathetic to the situation. What did another matter? He was not the first and he would not be the last. If she had any manner of luck Master Karstark would simply sell her to another where she could simply wash dishes or scrub out chamber pots. It would be easier then, right? Just do what they want, whatever they want and there won't be consequences. No need to enjoy it, why bother? It was always the same, the men were all the same...sometimes the women could be different but it just became the same. So why bothering caring? It wouldn't change things, wouldn't make things easier. She was violent once, for a long time, but had paid that price many times over. The man spoke and Enid gave an inward sigh. Slowly she raised only her eyes, head still bowed as if she could hide behind that curling curtain of fire. There was recognition enough. She knew him, how could she forget that face. It had been a year but he had been the last one she saw before coming here. The one who made his lists. Truly she did not blame this man. It was the others that had taken her and her people captive, he simply wrote the numbers. Guilty yes of apathy, not caring for their fates. He had simply been the first and most mild of humiliations to come. How long shall I look m'lord? she questioned in the self same tone. Do as bid, that was all that was required.
Thread: What is broken can be fixed. (Luana Blodwyn x Irlandais)

until you grow a backbone and show a little emotion! is what Rurik wanted to answer her, looking into those dead eyes and seeing the spark of recognition but nothing else. Fear, hatred, disgust, helplessness hed understand any of them in her place, but no. There was nothing at all. He had been the first to actually demean her and try to point out that it was easier to cooperate than it was to die, had it been him that had actually started to take the spark of life out of her? If that was the case then surely he was in a better position than any to put it back, in the silence as the woman looked at him as per command Rurik begun to consider how. He could scare her if he wanted, take the knife from his boot and press it against her throat until she gave him a reaction. Even easier would be to make her hate him all over again, remind her of the dead children and tell her that it had been him to give the order to cut them down. But why? It might actually be better to be an apathetic wreck than to be only capable of those emotions, it had probably been the girl herself who realized that and slowly deadened herself to the outside world over the year. Of course he could go for the opposite end of that spectrum and try to remind her of the joys of life, but then again as a slave how many of the things that Rurik took for granted would the girl even get? In the end he decided to try a different approach still, giving a wave of his hand to let the girl know she could look away if she really wanted to. Enid he corrected himself in his head, not girl or woman. She was a person who had a name even if its meaning had been taken away. Since there was no fear as he had worried there might be Rurik crossed the room and sat on the end of the bed, still a fair way away from Enid but closer so that he could speak more softly without the words being swallowed in the half darkness of the room. Enid, if you could do anything, if nobody would stop you, what would you do right now?
Thread: What is broken can be fixed. (Luana Blodwyn x Irlandais)

He was staring at her, they all stared. Some through simple lust, other fully bemused. They asked and she obeyed, it was simple enough but some were baffled by it. Soldiers weren't even so deadened and obedient. In the end they all took what they wanted and left. Some pleased, some not so pleased. This one would be the same. She continued to stare at him but she hardly saw him. Her eyes looked straight through him, he might as well have been the wind so all she chose to see. He seemed to stand there for an eternity as she looked at him. For a moment she wondered why he simply stood there, staring back at her. Was he confused? Did he not have slaves of his own who were at his every beck and call? When he wave his hand dismissively, letting her know she no longer had to look her eyes dropped back to that spot on the floor. Motionless she listened to him cross the floor. The feather bed sagged some as he sat on the edge of it, still well away from her. If she didn't know better she would think him scared of her. Why was he so hesitant? Was this some new game? Others had tried to win trust, to coax any sort of response from her. They got nothing and he would get the same. Though when he spoke the tiniest frown crossed her face before that mask of neutrality settled back down. A strange question for a man to ask. What did it matter? What she wanted was irrelevant now. Still she did not raise her head to look at him. It was a ponderous question and she had to think on a proper answer. Time slipped by slowly as she tried to formulate a response. To die seemed reasonable enough, but she had ample opportunity to take her own life. Even in that she was far too cowardly. Perhaps this was a test set by Master Karstark. What was the right answer then? The wrong answer would mean punishment again, her insides churned at that thought. To please you m'lord, she finally said. It was, perhaps, not her own answer to the riddle but it is the one her master would want her to give. It is not my place to want, only to serve. She blinked and her brow furrowed again. But... it was so soft, barely a whisper. She hesitated and shivered, still not daring to look at Rurik. I...I would... well he got his with, there was the tiniest flicker of emotion, a flicker of fear in her voice and even smaller of hope. ...like....like to go...outside... she finished, her voice trailing off just a note below a whisper. He might not have even heard, her voice could have barely been louder than the cheerily crackling fire.
Thread: What is broken can be fixed. (Luana Blodwyn x Irlandais)

It might only have been there for the briefest of moments, but for someone who over the course of only one year been forced learn how to survive at court reading people was almost like a second type of book. The frown didnt escape his notice for that reason, a crack in the mask that showed him that buried deep underneath the steel she had wrapped herself in Enid still existed. Hope stretched thin though as time slipped by without an answer, perhaps the concept of both asking her to think of something bordering on freedom and then admit it all in one go was too much. Yet at the same time there was mistrust in the girls eyes now, downcast as they were he could read that in her. It wasnt exactly an emotion that anyone would exactly hope for, but again it proved that she was thinking and making judgements for herself even if trying to hide it. He was about to tell her that she didnt have to tell him, just to think about it when the eventual answers came and at first only seemed to add to Ruriks frustration. Of course she would give an evasive answer, but the fact that she had sat there and considered before giving the reply should have been enough. Not even for the second that the words hung in the air did Rurik even consider believing them, people were selfish by nature, it was how they survived. Somehow he didnt think that Enid would be in her most receptive state to thoughts like that now, so as she continued on to say it wasnt her place he listened silently. He might have missed what she had said next if not quite so focused on her, but as the half whispered admission came out Rurik managed to piece together what she stammered between reading her lips and the barely audible voice. The smile that came to his lips then was halfway between a triumphant grin and the smile you might expect on a parent watching a child take their first steps. Quickly Rurik tried to soften the edge on it so that Enid didnt think she had done something to amuse him or that he was mocking her, but that didnt dampen how he was feeling at all. Rather shakily on his sap addled legs Rurik stood and walked over to the fire, taking up several logs and dropping them into the already well fed flames, followed by the fireguard to stop the carpets of the room catching fire from the sparks. If his plan worked they might be gone for a while, and he didnt want the fire burning out while they were away. Next he made his way over to the door, stopping when his hand touched the handle and looked back over his shoulder. Enid, Im going for a walk. Outside. Im not going to order you to come with me, neither am I ordering you to stay here. With that he twisted the handle and pushed the door open, letting the light from the hallway outside spill into the room. Turning back to face her fully he looked, hoping to see that her head wasn't cast down. You may come with me and walk outside if you like, you can stay here until I come back, or you can go back to your own room and go to sleep. The choice is yours.
Thread: What is broken can be fixed. (Luana Blodwyn x Irlandais)

She didn't see his smile, still staring forward at the floor. However she could feel his eyes on her as she sat there. Then he rose to his feet and went to the hearth. Was he not happy with the flames? They were already fairly high and crackling merrily. Perhaps he like it to be warmer in the room, more punishment. Very warily she turned her head to watch the man as he picked up the logs and deposited them into the flame. The fire eagerly licked at the logs and slowly they caught flame. What on earth was he doing? He even removed the guard. Was he trying to burn the place down? Not that it matter to her, it could all burn for all she cared. Her eyes followed him as he walked to the door then stopped. Casting a look over his shoulder he would catch her staring at him. Neither the cold, wild, insanity she had shown a year prior nor the entirely blank mask. She was looking at him as if looking at a curiosity, like something she had never seen before. His words, too, were strange. He was forcing more choice on her. Too used to not making choices she didn't know what to do. Three choices, not just two but three! What was a girl to do? It was no lie, she had not been outside since the day she had been brought before Master Karstark. She wasn't allowed outside, few of the girls were. Could she get punished for this? Men did not make such things obvious if they wanted someone to stay put. He wanted her to go with him. Was it a trap? Was Master Karstark waiting outside for them? For this man to turn her over to him as he had done a year prior. Perhaps not personally but he still had a hand in all of it. Very slowly, as if unsure of her legs she rose from the bed, her eyes back on the floor. Her arms wrapped around her front as though she was freezing or that they would protect her. Each step was a trial. Her place was serving, or naked in a man's bed, that had been made very clear to her. She was no lady of a house or even a high price courtesan. Despite her mind's objections her feet made it to his side, her eyes still downcast. Her mouth opened in an attempt to speak but only a small squeak came out and she shook her head, hunching her shoulders but remained at his side.
Thread: What is broken can be fixed. (Luana Blodwyn x Irlandais)

There was no trick behind his actions, no hidden snare waiting to catch the girl if she made the wrong choice. That didnt stop the spark of pride when Enid made the decision that he had wanted her to and came to his side. It might not seem like much, but for a slave to be given any choice was unheard of. That suited Rurik just fine though as by now he had decided that indeed he would take up Karstarks offer and take the girl with him, but as a free woman. There was no need to trouble her with that right now though, as it stood she had already had quite an odd day and adding to it would likely confuse her further. The pace he set down the corridors and spiral stairs was slow, allowing Enid to keep up with him even with her gaze fixed on the ground as it was. How did the woman not bump into things all of the time? The walk down to the main entrance itself was more or less silent, partly to give Enid the silence she had no doubt become acclimatized to but also because there was remarkably little he could think to say for once. The two of them had come from very different words to begin with, and now even further removed their topics of conversation were very limited. Before they headed outside Rurik retrieved the cloak that he had had taken from him upon entering, but instead of draping it over his own shoulders he handed it over to Enid. The way her arms had crossed as if to ward off the cold didnt escape notice, and if he didnt miss his guess then her current clothing was cut to please the eyes of the beholder rather than for the warmth of those wearing it. It would probably be a little too long for her, but seeing as it hadnt been raining there would be no harm done if it dragged on the ground a little behind her. Outside the night was already dark, but the moon was full in a cloudless sky along with the blanket of stars providing enough light for a walk without a lamp. Deciding it was time for a little further push Rurik waited behind slightly and told Enid Im afraid I dont know the manor grounds at all, if we go where I lead we shall end up lost while this wasnt quite true in the respect that he was competent enough to take a stroll without getting lost, Rurik wanted to see where Enid would lead given free rein, the reason he had specified no destination. With a gesture towards the door and a smile he waited to see if she would take the bait and allow herself to explore where she wanted to. Slight misunderstanding there, he put the fire guard back, didnt take it away. Not crazy. In any case sorry this was slow, managed to get myself locked out of the house all day . will edit this out next time I post.
Thread: What is broken can be fixed. (Luana Blodwyn x Irlandais)

The night air was a little cooler than Rurik had remembered, but the afterglow of whatever the sap had done to him seemed to be serving to keep him feeling warm even without his cloak. So as Enid led out he followed just a few steps behind giving her the sense of freedom from not having his presence lingering right by her side, not feeling the cold that was slowly burrowing under his skin. As her head lifted and she started to look at the moon Rurik found a soft smile lighting his own mouth, far better that the girl looked at the sky than down at the floor constantly. With their first meeting marred by the blood on her face and now the constant downwards gaze he hadnt had much time or reason to admire Enids looks. Now though as her mouth almost threatened to smile and with the soft glow of moonlight filtering down onto her pale skin Rurik found himself almost entranced, lost in the lines of her face rather than the night they had come to see. AS the two words slipped her lips he found that she had his unspoken agreement, although the subject they had in mind wasnt quite matched. With a slight shake of his head Ruriks thoughts snapped back to where they were supposed to be, on the situation the girl was in rather than her looks. Its the sap he told himself, scattering his thoughts in every direction. Deciding to be a little more like company than an escort he stepped forwards to beside Enid and let his own gaze slide up to the sky. The moon seemed to take up half the sky, as if hed be able to reach it if he stood on tiptoes and stretched. We see it every night, and even a child knows that during the day it hides but not a one of us actually really knows what the moon is he thought aloud The priests will tell you it is the suns sister and we should thank her for the light she provides on dark nights, and the wise men with their telescopes will claim it to be a floating rock in the sky Seeing yet another opportunity to actually make Enid think for herself Rurik let his eyes fall again, turning to his company and asking And you? What do you think the moon is?
Thread: What is broken can be fixed. (Luana Blodwyn x Irlandais)

Enid was lost in the light of the moon. Though perhaps not full yet, she was waxing to the height of her glory. She heard rather than saw Rurik step closer, right beside her. For the small moment she glanced over to him, fully seeing the man. When he had commanded her to look at him she didn't take in any details of his face. Of course she remembered him, how could she forget the first one to show her what barbarians these people could be. He had been anything but kind. Though he had tried to warn her. In her fury and frustration she had not listened. It was only a moment before her head dropped back low, the fiery curls hiding her face once more. He spoke to her. It was a simple conversation, one to be had when someone didn't know what else to say. Still she wondered what it was he wanted of her. It certainly couldn't be her company. She listened politely to these theories on what the moon was. Then he did it again, her asked her. She was silent for a time. Part of many wars was the issues of religion. His priests would say she was sister to the sun. But her ways were older, practiced often in secret in this realm. The kingdom his people had taken was one of the few places left that people openly practiced the older ways. Perhaps the ritual killings were taken down to the slaughter of animals rather than people, but still practiced. But they were destroyed, taken prisoner or killed. The moon is the goddess... she said quietly. She had already risked a lot by coming outside with him. At this point, if it were a trick, her punishment would already be severe, what harm could it do to add more? The sun her servant and husband...She governs the sun and the stars, bidding the sun light our way and make plants grow. The stars dance for her pleasure. The grew quiet again, scuffing the ball of her right foot on the grass. What...do you think it is? He had said what priests believed and wise men, but not himself.
Thread: What is broken can be fixed. (Luana Blodwyn x Irlandais)

As Enid explained her view he listened, both slightly perplexed by the odd notions in it and by the surety of herself when she spoke on this matter. Rurik couldnt agree with what she said though, the concept of a goddess both loving and ruling and taking a husband at the same time wasnt something he saw as possible. The girl herself should have known better than anyone that there was no interplay between command and love, she had shared the beds of enough men only giving the former. His judgement came in silence though, it was the first thing that he had heard Enid say with any assertion and the last thing he wanted was to make her feel foolish or belittle her beliefs. The opportunity to let the matter slide was lost though as she asked him his own views. I dont believe in gods, or at least I dont think they exist anymore. Perhaps at the begging of time when the world was born, and for however many thousands of years between now and then have passed they did live and they did rule over all that was life Rurik paused and gave a shrug, for which there was likely little point as Enid was just as interested in the sky as she was the floor. Between her rapt attentions for the two of them it probably left little time for Rurik himself. The world is round he announced as if going off on a tangent yet mountains climb higher than the ground around, and the seas fill holes that we cant begin to explain the existence of. His hand raised and pointed more for his own benefit than Enids to the largest of the countless craters visible on the moons surface. It is a rock, whether it was your goddess who placed it there, or if it just floats as the scholars say. I believe that it is made of the land that was taken away to make room for the oceans, that the holes in it were reclaimed to make the mountains that hold up the sky. In the silence that hung after his words was almost palpable, for a while Rurik actually thought that the girl might challenge him or call him a fool for what he thought, but as downtrodden as she was and in such fear of displeasing those around her it was near impossible. Again he shrugged But Im just a man, Ive never seen it up close and the working of gods are beyond my comprehension. Perhaps one day I shall buy one of these telescopes and take a look for myself. I might see the face of your goddess, or I might see the scaffolding that holds the rock in place he added with a soft chuckle, knowing both to be equally impossible.
Thread: What is broken can be fixed. (Luana Blodwyn x Irlandais)

Enid listened to his explanation, what he believed was the truth. If she was a different woman she might have scoffed at him. It was a strange notion, to be sure. However to an outsider her own belief would seem just as strange. For those who did not believe in Gods it sounded sensible enough. His kind did not seem to share the same songs and joys her own had once enjoyed. Strange how it was merely beliefs and ways of life that seperated the two, causing all out war. They were nearly the same same skin tones, same hair colors, they even shared a common tongue. Though something had caused war between the kingdoms. He finished his speech calling himself just a man. While he was right, they were all just mortals, there for such brief spans of time. The silence hung between them for a time save for the light rustling her foot made on the grass below them. She didn't know what made her speak and she didn't even pause long enough to consider her words. Though she spoke at her feet still. I wonder, then, who exchanged the lands... she said quietly. The suddenly flinched and shook her head, wrapping her arms around herself. I am...sorry...it is...it is not my place. She side stepped a little from Rurik. What was she thinking? Did she want punishment so badly? What madness had over taken her tongue? If possible her head bowed further as if she could hide from him behind the fiery curls that fell to her waist.
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