002~ To have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

[Rawr, darned fighting- Emilia has lived among soldiers for all of her married life and a few brief spots outside of that but she still doesn't much like being woken up in the middle of the night by people trying to stab each other. It's really quite annoying- as is having to walk all the way down from where she was sleeping.

So! There is a grumpy Emilia standing on the Plane and looking rather sleepy; a thick robe is thrown on over her night clothes but she still looks a bit cold. Perhaps because she is actually choosing to stare at the snow]

...'Twould appear that curses still haunt, and the cold dost still taunt, on this heavenly night of coldest strife.

[A pause and then she yawns and starts grumbling to herself]

Oh, man! 'Tis fit that they stab and scream, wake us from our slumbered dream. They dost not think of cultured thing; or their beloved ring. Nay, 'tis only the coldest fight- they doth understand little else of harmony but they doth brutalize that little grasp. Not a soldier’s lot, nor a reasoned lot but a lot of devils and flesh.

[Another pause and another yawn; then she settles her cloak around her more firmly and gives the snow a glare- for obviously it is the source of all her woes, obviously]

...The freeze reflects the change. 'Twould better if folk touched frost.

[OOC: Canon update to the end of act 2~; so she's currently just been awoken from a fairly nice sleep by a bit of fighting and isn't that happy about it.]

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[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

Why would it be better?

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

How now, Sebastian [Another yawn, this one barely covered] I thinkest it might bear change.

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

It makes it so cold to travel anywhere, though. Thank God we have a chapel at the house. I'd hate to travel to church on winter mornings! I can find you some place to rest, if you're very tired.

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

Ye hast a holy house near? Aye, but there is worse than cold in th'world. [A pause as she considers that] ...Thou wouldst find me safety?

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

Yes, papa had one build for mummy. [he offers her his arm] I'm sure the ballroom will have some place nice to rest.

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

A caring sort. [She manages to smile even through her tiredness (seriously, damn you Cassio) and takes his arm gently] I shall tolerate the hardest trials to court blessed Morpheus.

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

[Sebastian offers Aloysius to her as they walk] If you hold him, he should keep you a bit warmer.

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

[Emilia smiles at him and takes Aloysius; absently holding him as most would hold a baby] Thank you; he ist pleasing- doth keep away the bitter bite.

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

That's what I always think! Aloysius makes me a better person. [he holds open the door to the ballroom for her]

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

[She actually smiles; adn there's actually warmth to it!] Aye, I canst see- A braver knight none doth know [She steps forward ahead of him to examine the ballroom; her smile growing even wider as she steps past him]

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

[he smiles at her as he follows after] It's pretty here, isn't it? You could lie down on the settee here. It isn't the best, but I doubt they have any beds. I can find you some blankets.

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

[he smiles at her as he follows after] It's pretty here, isn't it? You could lie down on the settee here. It isn't the best, but I doubt they have any beds. I can find you some blankets.

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

[She is staring at the settee as if it's rather a novelty; but eventually she sits on it with a rather amazed smile- wow, weird!] Blankets? Aye, to be covered from the world would be near perfection- dost these things exist often?

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

Don't they have many of them in your time? How dreadful!

[he disappears and returns with a rather expensive goose-down comforter and sets it over her]

There you are. Only please give it back eventually. I don't know what I'd tell mummy if it suddenly disappeared.

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

Many blankets, aye. Seats of this softness? Nay. A oddity of gross but beautiful nature.

[She smiles at him lightly and snuggles down under it; yay for the cuddly! She approves of this]

I shallt dare not lose it; 'tis to be guarded with my life and soul. I wouldst not trouble thou with a mother's touch.

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

Oh, not your life, and certainly not your soul. But just a bit of caution. Would you like me to stay with you?

[If she needs to be protected, Sebastian will be her chivalrous night!]

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

I shallt do both anyway [Emilia shifts awkwardly for a second, since nobody has ever offered that before!, And then gives a quick nod] ...If thou wish it; I wouldst be charmed.

[Yay chivalry! Emilia does not know the meaning of the word, but still yay!]

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

Then for you, Emilia, I shall.

[he takes one of the seats beside her, though there is a high probability he'll end up wandering around the room at some point]

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

Aye, I am in your debt for't.

[She gives him a happy, sleepy little smile and curls up- falling asleep fairly quickly and probably staying asleep for about two hours. Not really expecting him to be there when she wakes up (though she shall be pleasantly surprised if he is!)]

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

[but he is there, though he has moved chairs and is sketching idly in the margins of a book where he sits]

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

[So she awakes! Stirring lightly for a few seconds before her eyes open and blink out at the world; for a moment or so she looks very young and quite confused; then she blinks once more and her armour comes up. After a few more seconds she shifts to a sitting position... Only to immediately start as she sees Sebastian]

Zounds! [Aaaand then she realises that she looks a fool and forces herself to breath] ...Thee dost remain.

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

[looking up from his doodling] Why, yes. Of course. I said I would.

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

...I didst not expect this kindness.

[She pauses for a second to smooth out his sheet and then looks up; a smile on her face in a rather pleased sort of way]

Thou art very blessed; wouldst thou like your token return'd?

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

Only if you're sure you're done with it.

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

Aye, I dost not need much dreaming- 'tis yours by right.

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

If you're very sure. If you need it again, don't hesitate to ask. [Sebastian does take the blanket, but instead of returning it, he wraps himself up in it and sits beside her]

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

[She, again, gives him a surprised glance but then smiles and edges a little along to give him more room] I wouldst not bother you with it- I have tolerated worse in time.

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

There's no need to repeat that tolerance.

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[her speech is a surprise, but he can understand her easily enough, so after a moment's shock, he says quietly] Sometimes soldiers can't choose their battlefield.

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

[That is entirely too much rationality for somebody who has just woken up! She shall be blinking at him, grummpily- she's nice like that] ...'Twould be blessed if they could choose their fight. 'Tis never a time for senseless blood.

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[pfft, he shared a dorm with teenage boys for seven years, he is used to early morning rudeness

so he smiles faintly] I can agree with that.

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

[This is good! Emilia does not like gutting people just after having woken up] Aye, some menfolk will insist on fighting and fighting 'til reason disappears. They win without surety of what they have won.

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

Winter and battlefields often draw together artists and poets alike. A fight in the cold and a death in the snow. They are symbolic images of violence.

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

[She pauses and then glances up at him; brushing a strand of her hair back as she regards him- she actually seems more curious than angry] ...Aye? I hath heard that all mort ist cold; even after passion wrought blood.

[Another pause and then she shakes her head] But a nothing awoke me from slumber; I doth not favour it.

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

[He nods a bit.]

A rude awakening can ruin one's dreams. What troubles you?

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

Troubles? [She pauses to consider that; there's a long list] Terrible troubles; but nay, I shallt not torture ye with these slings. For now 'tis only Mars upon his chariot.

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

But even a sling stings and Mars is far away, is it not?

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

Aye, but sometimes near- his cry echoes in all those of thought.

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

Then it is no wonder that you can't sleep.

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

Aye, perhaps. I wouldst sooner bless Morpheus than Mars.

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

Would music soothe you?

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

[A considering glance and a faint, thoughtful noise] ...Ye wouldst have trouble summoning musicians to this place.

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

But there is one in your presence, Maiden.

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

...Ye can hold a note?