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

Gypsies and Stowaways Lily fell quickly into dream. First she saw a vision similar to what the sirens had shown her, but instead of being happy with both of her men--no, with her husband and her brother-in-law--she saw herself with only Giorgio. They smiled as they sat in the sand together, naked toes buried as they watched their two-year-old little girl throw fistfuls of sand into the lazily pulsing ocean. A baby boy suckled at her breast as Giorgio's arm around her warmed her shoulders. The day was cloudy and chilly but that was alright they were happy. Sylvia walked up behind the little girl and surprised her, picking her up before tossing her a short distance into the air and catching her, then wading out to waist-deep water and letting her play with the waves making her grandma's dress billow and float. Some distance away Garrity walked between two of his children, holding their hands as the littlest ran along into the surf. When he looked over at Lily, she didn't really sense any history with them only sadness in his eyes. But her heart, for once, wasn't filled with guilt when she looked into those sharp green eyes. When she turned back, Sylvia and the toddler had gone. Still a baby boy suckled at her breast, but Giorgio was different. His hair was longer, dirtier, and his breath smelled of whiskey and rum his grip was tight and pinching on her bicep, but she wasn't allowed to pull away. The child was done eating and as she adjusted him to pat his back, she looked into very familiar bright green eyes. Don't you dare show him to me, Giorgio hissed. He had looked at the baby too. Lily had to switch shoulders so he wasn't looking at the gypsy pirate. His pinching grip on her shoulder finally relented as footsteps in the sand heralded Garrity's approach. Almost asleep, I think, he murmured quietly to her as she stood. A baby girl with downy hair was resting against his broad chest, brown eyes very nearly closed, she's fighting pretty hard. You alright? He looked over her shoulder and down at the man still in the sand. Yeah...fine, Lily answered just as quietly as he kissed her forehead. Lily woke in the warm cavern, still wrapped in Giorgio's arms. Her Giorgio. A tear had nearly dried on her cheek by the time she was able to close her eyes again. The Stowaway Lily considered opening the door wider, but then he forced it. She staggered backwards as he forced his way in and stepped in. She took a few steps back, but he only pulled her closer with the collar. The little stowaway closed her eyes, wishing she could deny that she liked the collar. She couldn't. She didn't like being his slave she hated it. But the collar? If it had been Garrity's...she'd never want it off. Giorgio, please... she said quietly, trying to take a step back toward the bed and putting her hands on his hips to indicate she wasn't trying to run away. Just hold me then. Please. She wouldn't admit it aloud...she couldn't. The Gypsy Lily smiled tightly at the Italian. Lily Verdicci...no. She'd rather be Stevens the rest of her life, or marry Jack or Kieran or very nearly anyone else. Lily Hoskins, Lily Shane...those weren't bad names. Lily Verdicci was disgusting. She tried not to show her utter repulsion at the idea of taking Angelo's name. Er...gimme time, Angelo, she said through the tightly stretched smile. I gotta talk with my Papa too, remember. She nimbly danced out of the way of the Dreadful Italian as he tried to grab her again. He was far too grabby she was sure he wouldn't wait but ten minutes after she said I do to rip her clothes off. The thought nearly made her gag. Tomorrow afternoon? She raised her eyebrows. Um...come over for lunch. 'Round noon, I guess. Tomorrow's the harvest festival, and I've got plans. It starts in the middle of the afternoon you know. The Dreadful Italian had been put off as long as he possibly could. He'd left the Stevens' residence in high spirits earlier that afternoon and Lily had spent much of the day in her room, a makeshift lock fashioned out of a ribbon and a few nails as she sobbed her woes into her scratchy mattress. Fortunately, Roland had been wise enough to leave his daughter alone. He knew she felt betrayed, and he personally found the man odious. Angelo Verdicci had been trying to make Lily his wife since she was thirteen he didn't trust the man as far as he could throw him. But he was very wealthy, and Abigail's life hung in the balance as well as that of her unborn baby. They had no choice. Roland personally wouldn't blame his younger daughter at all if she took a lover almost as soon as she was married, and in fact was speaking in quiet tones in the sitting room with his wife Jane over the merits of encouraging such behavior. While her parents spoke at home, Lily had finally emerged in the late afternoon and walked wordlessly out of the house to go meet Jack, slamming the door behind her. She had managed up enough oomph to work in a few dances near the bonfire, but it just wasn't the same as in previous years. She'd had a few drinks, but even that wasn't enough to cheer her up. Sighing, she took Jack's arm and began to lead him away from the merriment. I don't know what to do... she murmured as they walked through the quickly waning sunlight, the first time all night she'd spoken of what had transpired the evening before. Papa said yes, Jack.