RP log ~ Stallion
In which a lighthearted visit to Stallion in the infirmary transcends into a discussion about intimacy in a relationship (otherwise known as, Stallion listens to chambermaid gossip and wonders how far "along" Cecile and Thomas are).
And Stallion's hair is prettified with braids! :D
Cecile: *at the doorway of the infirmary with a small cloth bundle in one hand; her armor is wet from the light drizzly mist outside, and she removes her helmet and shoes before entering, then pads across the floor in sock-clad feet* Sir Stallion....? Are you awake?
Stallion: Hmmm? *the elf looks up from his comic book. The bandages on his face are gone and he just looks as though he has faded sunburn on the left side of his face. And a really scraggly eyebrow. There's also no sign of a sling on his arm* Ah! Cecile! Good day to you!
Cecile: *bows, her expression brightening at seeing her friend much improved* You look much better!!! But you must be so bored sitting here!!
Stallion: You would be correct. *he sets his reading material aside. He's wearing rather warm clothing for all that it's not even fall yet. Very long sleeved everything and his hair tucked back behind his ears*
Cecile: *shuffles over to a chair by his bed, careful not to slip in her socks* I am sure they are taking good care of you, seeing as how comfortable you look! Will you be leaving soon?
(Ah! Cecile can braid his hair and make him look pretty!)
(Eee!)
Stallion: I've tried little walks around here, but I get so tired. I've felt a little better since Akagi brought me that sapling over there. Perhaps when the weather's nicer, someone can carry me out to some bigger trees. I'm fairly sure I'll feel a lot better then.
Cecile: That sounds like a wonderful plan!!! You must let us know when you feel like you can leave to go outside. *happy nod*
Stallion: *snickering* Perhaps someone can get a cart or a wheelbarrow for me.
Cecile: *giggles* But you'd have to endure wheeling around, which would be much slower than what you're used to!
Stallion: *shrugs* Well, it's not as though I can run now, so wheeling about would be a change. *catches her guilty expression* It's all right, you know. You can say that out loud. I'm sure everyone's wondering the same thing.
Cecile: *grabs his hand with a fervent motion, her brows furrowed into a determined frown* That might be so, but you can still run when you are asleep and dreaming!!!!
Stallion: *he smiles at that* True. I always do have my dreams. *he looks a little red* Um...I may not have been quite coherent when last you visited and said a lot of things and such. But I'm better now.
Cecile: *pats his hand* I fall ill with fevers at least twice a year, and they are horribly embarrassing. I never know what I said when I'm better!! *drops her voice to a confidential whisper* Did you know that the last time I got sick, I asked Luca to buy me hair ribbons? And he took it seriously?! Can you imagine him doing that?! *shocked look*
Stallion: *laughs a little* Interesting.
Cecile: I can't talk him out of it now!! And I don't even remember asking for them. *shakes her head* Whatever you said when I visited, I assure you it was not nearly as embarrassing, Sir Stallion.
Stallion: Well, all right then. *he sighs* I've had nothing to do but think while I'm here in this bed. About things. About myself. Ted told me that the only person who can change their mind about me is myself.
Cecile: People change how they think about others all the time. *nods* But it's much easier to do that than it is to change how you think of yourself. It takes a lot of thinking. *fiddles with a loose strand of his hair, wondering if he'd notice*
Stallion: I guess...I've never been terribly confident in myself. And it made me think I wasn't a good person. But I guess that's not true. Hugo named all kinds of good points that I didn't realize I have.
Cecile: *starts to braid his hair and nods as he talks* You never think about those things on your own because you don't realize they're there. It's a bit like having a pimple on your face.
Stallion: You have such an interesting way of looking at the world, Cecile. And you can continue braiding my hair. In fact, if you look in the drawer over there, there's little crystals and things you can try in your design. Hugo said...*why does he get so pink, he wonders?* ...he likes me with my hair down and I thought I'd do something different for a change.
Cecile: *flushes briefly upon realizing Stallion noticed, but complies and searches through the drawer while still talking* You see, with pimples, you spend so much time worrying about one tiny spot on your face that you do not realize how lovely the rest of your face looks.
Stallion; Ahhhhh. I see what you mean. Perhaps you have something there. I guess I do have good qualities. But maybe I need to embrace them or...do something more so I can really believe it.
Cecile: *simply, threading a pale pink ribbon through his hair* If you wash your face enough, even pimples will not bother it.
Stallion: ...can we leave off with the pink? I want to look good, but still masculine. Unless you can somehow pull that off with whatever you're doing.
Cecile: I was going to put in some orange with it...*looks at the ribbon* It's such a pale shade of pink, I do not think it will make you look any less masculine. *laces an orange one into his hair* And it goes with your hair much better than it did with Sir Hervey's.
Stallion: *laughs a bit harder* I'm sure it does.
Stallion: I suppose you'll want to put me in nicer clothes, too? If you're already playing with my hair, you can doll me up as well.
Cecile: *flustered blush* O-only if you want to, I mean, I really don't....I don't....know much about clothing. But you deserve to look as lovely as you are now that you are back.
Stallion: Well, it's not as though I have anything better to do. Continue with what you're doing there, Cecile. *twitches his ears a bit out of the way so she can braid and straighten thusly*
Cecile: *combs through his hair while braiding and continues to chat blithely away* I brought a little something I think that you might like, if you are hungry and tired of the infirmary food.
Stallion: If it involves cheese and bread, I'm there.
Cecile: It does...sort of. There's more than just that!!! See, Sir Hervey organized a bunch of lovely events for everyone, and I am going to meet someone to feed the ducks at the lake!!
Stallion: Is this that blind date thing he was talking about? *hands over a tiny crystal to her for use in braiding*
Cecile: *corrects* It is more like a friendly outing, but yes, you are right. *takes the crystal and threads it into his hair with a precise and delicate motion*
Stallion: And you will feed ducks on this friendly outing? Sounds safe enough. *he's quiet for a while as she happily braids* ...are you doing all right? With your relationship?
Cecile: *blinks and pauses in mid-braid* What do you mean?
Stallion: Well, sitting in this bed I have little to do but read and listen to random gossip in the hallway. I usually like to confirm stories before believing them.
Cecile: What sort of stories have you heard about me then? *curious sideways glance as she resumes braiding*
Stallion: Random stupid things from chambermaids saying you'll never do anything with Thomas. I don't believe them, of course, but it did make me think of something to ask you. Cecile...*how to put this VERY delicately* ...you are familiar with how men and women can make each feel good in a relationship, do you not? *tries to add a little extra in his tone in the hopes she understands*
Cecile: *a faint shade of pink passes across her face upon mentioning the castle master* But Master Thomas and I have done plenty of things together!!! We went for walks and looked at the lake, and sometimes I help him sort paperwork!!
Stallion: Well, that's all well and good. But what I mean is, and forgive me for being too forward, but what I'm speaking of is more kissing and the like. THAT sort of making each other feel good.
Cecile: *colors more visibly* Yes, well, I've...I've given him kisses every now and then. On occasion.
Stallion: Well that's good. *sighs and hopes he doesn't break her brain* It should feel good to touch and be touched with that special person. Sharing such intimacy is a pleasant part of a relationship.
Cecile: I...that is...I think I know what you mean. Sometimes I think about things like that, but when I used to, I thought it was indecent, so I blocked it out. Now it is much more difficult to block out.
Stallion: I see. Well, you know, it may be the reason it's hard to block it out is because you're almost an adult. Maybe you want those things. And, when they're with a person you care about, particularly one you love, you don't MIND doing those things.
Cecile: *dark red, her voice quiet* I never...I never said I'd mind.
Stallion: It's just...hard to admit, isn't it?
Cecile: But I can't...I can't just tell him something like that!! It's...it's just not right, and I do not want to offend him.
Stallion: .....*just LOOKS at her* ....may I tell you something? A secret about the male point of view if you promise not to tell?
Cecile: *nods, her face rigidly set in a serious expression as though Stallion were about to tell her the secret of life itself*
Stallion: Men, of any race, are terribly simple creatures. If a woman I didn't even know were to come up to me and tell me she'd like to do, ahem, pleasing things with me, I would grin foolishly and not be offended in the least. I think our brains are wired differently.
Cecile: *looks at him blankly* Well, doesn't everyone want to do things that make them happy? I'm...not quite sure I understand.
Stallion: The pleasing things I'm talking about would be in a similar vein of all those things you don't mind doing with Thomas.
Cecile: *burns red* ...I wouldn't want him to do those other things with someone else.
Stallion: Now. If there was a woman I was seeing and had a relationship with and then she decided she wanted to tell me she would like to do pleasant things with me...well. I wouldn't be offended. I would be flattered. And pleased.
Stallion: What I mean is, if you tell those kinds of things to Thomas, I guarantee he WON'T be offended.
Cecile: ...*her hands fumble with the strands of hair she was braiding* Then...then if that's so, then why has he...I mean, why did he not say something to me first?
Stallion: You mean, why has he not said he'd like to do pleasing things with you?
Cecile: *tiny nod whilst madly blushing*
Stallion: Well, that secret I told you about men is completely different from how women are. I daresay if some random strange man came up to you and said he'd like to do pleasing things to you, you would be offended!
Cecile: *looks offended simply by hearing such a suggestion* W-well, of course!!
Stallion: Because women are greatly different in that respect, we as men don't KNOW how to tell women we like that sort of things with them WITHOUT offending them, even if they're women we've been seeing for a while. You're all quite complicated, you know.
Cecile: That's...quite confusing. *head spins* So if he has not said anything, it is because he is being considerate then?
Stallion: More than likely. He's probably not sure how to phrase it without offending you. You should give him some hints that you wouldn't mind such things.
Stallion: However, don't make yourself DO anything you don't feel comfortable with. Usually your body and your heart will let you know when it's ready to take on such pleasing activities with that one you care about.
Cecile: I...I don't know how to...I've never, well, sometimes I might have thought about...*stumbles over her words*
Stallion: Well, you could be simple and just say that you don't mind the kissing and touching and all that and he should try doing it more.
Cecile: *suddenly appears to look quite dizzy* I can't say something like that!
Stallion: Why not? It's what you want, right?
Cecile: But I want him to be happy more than anything else, so it does not matter what sort of silly things pass through my head when I daydream!!
Stallion: I can guarantee if you tell him that, it WILL make him happy.
Cecile: *takes all this in and sits silently for a moment, feeling incredibly self-conscious about her racing heart* ...You sound very well-versed about these sorts of things, Sir Stallion.
Stallion: I've been with a few women in my time. You pick them up as you go along. Hey, is all the braiding done?
Cecile: Not quite!! *exhales, relieved to shift the topic* I need to add a few finishing touches!! Sir Hugo might not even recognize you when I am finished, but he's difficult to fool.
Stallion: *watches her root through a little closet* Is that why you're trying to find a nice outfit to go with my hair?
Cecile: Partly. And partly because you deserve it. *pulls out a simple scarf and looks it over*
Stallion: *amused as she adds a long tunic and some trousers* Tell me, do you long to do this to other people and you're just secretly thrilled I'm letting you?
Cecile: *turns pink!* O-of course not!!!! You are being presumptuous, Sir Stallion!! *but forgets to use a convincing scolding tone*
Stallion: Suuuuuure. All right then, turn around and I'll get dressed. Unless you want to see how bony I am.
Cecile: *turns around and mumbles something inaudible in embarrassment*
Stallion: *chuckling and puts on the outfit* All right then. I suppose I need a mirror.
Cecile: There should be one around here somewhere....*searches and pulls out an old mirror from behind a medical chest, dusting away some loose cobwebs* Here!
Stallion: So I wonder what I...*and that's about how far he gets as he stops. And stares.*
Stallion: ....wh..?...wh-what? Cecile? What did you do to me?
Cecile: *flails, almost dropping the mirror* I-I'm sorry!!! I can fix it!!!!!!
Stallion: No...I mean...I look...beautiful. But I've never...
Cecile: *freezes in realization, then relaxes and smiles mischievously* That's because it takes awhile for acne to clear up.
Stallion: *flushes pink and can't seem to stop looking at himself in the mirror* ......thank you.
Cecile: I did nothing. That is you, just with a few extra things added. And...and...*blush* ...thank you for talking with me...about things.
Cecile: Will you be okay on your own for now?
Stallion: *nods, kind of dazed*
Cecile: *props the mirror up against the wall and gathers her things, leaving the small bundle of food at the foot of his bed before quietly exiting, still smiling*
And Stallion's hair is prettified with braids! :D
Cecile: *at the doorway of the infirmary with a small cloth bundle in one hand; her armor is wet from the light drizzly mist outside, and she removes her helmet and shoes before entering, then pads across the floor in sock-clad feet* Sir Stallion....? Are you awake?
Stallion: Hmmm? *the elf looks up from his comic book. The bandages on his face are gone and he just looks as though he has faded sunburn on the left side of his face. And a really scraggly eyebrow. There's also no sign of a sling on his arm* Ah! Cecile! Good day to you!
Cecile: *bows, her expression brightening at seeing her friend much improved* You look much better!!! But you must be so bored sitting here!!
Stallion: You would be correct. *he sets his reading material aside. He's wearing rather warm clothing for all that it's not even fall yet. Very long sleeved everything and his hair tucked back behind his ears*
Cecile: *shuffles over to a chair by his bed, careful not to slip in her socks* I am sure they are taking good care of you, seeing as how comfortable you look! Will you be leaving soon?
(Ah! Cecile can braid his hair and make him look pretty!)
(Eee!)
Stallion: I've tried little walks around here, but I get so tired. I've felt a little better since Akagi brought me that sapling over there. Perhaps when the weather's nicer, someone can carry me out to some bigger trees. I'm fairly sure I'll feel a lot better then.
Cecile: That sounds like a wonderful plan!!! You must let us know when you feel like you can leave to go outside. *happy nod*
Stallion: *snickering* Perhaps someone can get a cart or a wheelbarrow for me.
Cecile: *giggles* But you'd have to endure wheeling around, which would be much slower than what you're used to!
Stallion: *shrugs* Well, it's not as though I can run now, so wheeling about would be a change. *catches her guilty expression* It's all right, you know. You can say that out loud. I'm sure everyone's wondering the same thing.
Cecile: *grabs his hand with a fervent motion, her brows furrowed into a determined frown* That might be so, but you can still run when you are asleep and dreaming!!!!
Stallion: *he smiles at that* True. I always do have my dreams. *he looks a little red* Um...I may not have been quite coherent when last you visited and said a lot of things and such. But I'm better now.
Cecile: *pats his hand* I fall ill with fevers at least twice a year, and they are horribly embarrassing. I never know what I said when I'm better!! *drops her voice to a confidential whisper* Did you know that the last time I got sick, I asked Luca to buy me hair ribbons? And he took it seriously?! Can you imagine him doing that?! *shocked look*
Stallion: *laughs a little* Interesting.
Cecile: I can't talk him out of it now!! And I don't even remember asking for them. *shakes her head* Whatever you said when I visited, I assure you it was not nearly as embarrassing, Sir Stallion.
Stallion: Well, all right then. *he sighs* I've had nothing to do but think while I'm here in this bed. About things. About myself. Ted told me that the only person who can change their mind about me is myself.
Cecile: People change how they think about others all the time. *nods* But it's much easier to do that than it is to change how you think of yourself. It takes a lot of thinking. *fiddles with a loose strand of his hair, wondering if he'd notice*
Stallion: I guess...I've never been terribly confident in myself. And it made me think I wasn't a good person. But I guess that's not true. Hugo named all kinds of good points that I didn't realize I have.
Cecile: *starts to braid his hair and nods as he talks* You never think about those things on your own because you don't realize they're there. It's a bit like having a pimple on your face.
Stallion: You have such an interesting way of looking at the world, Cecile. And you can continue braiding my hair. In fact, if you look in the drawer over there, there's little crystals and things you can try in your design. Hugo said...*why does he get so pink, he wonders?* ...he likes me with my hair down and I thought I'd do something different for a change.
Cecile: *flushes briefly upon realizing Stallion noticed, but complies and searches through the drawer while still talking* You see, with pimples, you spend so much time worrying about one tiny spot on your face that you do not realize how lovely the rest of your face looks.
Stallion; Ahhhhh. I see what you mean. Perhaps you have something there. I guess I do have good qualities. But maybe I need to embrace them or...do something more so I can really believe it.
Cecile: *simply, threading a pale pink ribbon through his hair* If you wash your face enough, even pimples will not bother it.
Stallion: ...can we leave off with the pink? I want to look good, but still masculine. Unless you can somehow pull that off with whatever you're doing.
Cecile: I was going to put in some orange with it...*looks at the ribbon* It's such a pale shade of pink, I do not think it will make you look any less masculine. *laces an orange one into his hair* And it goes with your hair much better than it did with Sir Hervey's.
Stallion: *laughs a bit harder* I'm sure it does.
Stallion: I suppose you'll want to put me in nicer clothes, too? If you're already playing with my hair, you can doll me up as well.
Cecile: *flustered blush* O-only if you want to, I mean, I really don't....I don't....know much about clothing. But you deserve to look as lovely as you are now that you are back.
Stallion: Well, it's not as though I have anything better to do. Continue with what you're doing there, Cecile. *twitches his ears a bit out of the way so she can braid and straighten thusly*
Cecile: *combs through his hair while braiding and continues to chat blithely away* I brought a little something I think that you might like, if you are hungry and tired of the infirmary food.
Stallion: If it involves cheese and bread, I'm there.
Cecile: It does...sort of. There's more than just that!!! See, Sir Hervey organized a bunch of lovely events for everyone, and I am going to meet someone to feed the ducks at the lake!!
Stallion: Is this that blind date thing he was talking about? *hands over a tiny crystal to her for use in braiding*
Cecile: *corrects* It is more like a friendly outing, but yes, you are right. *takes the crystal and threads it into his hair with a precise and delicate motion*
Stallion: And you will feed ducks on this friendly outing? Sounds safe enough. *he's quiet for a while as she happily braids* ...are you doing all right? With your relationship?
Cecile: *blinks and pauses in mid-braid* What do you mean?
Stallion: Well, sitting in this bed I have little to do but read and listen to random gossip in the hallway. I usually like to confirm stories before believing them.
Cecile: What sort of stories have you heard about me then? *curious sideways glance as she resumes braiding*
Stallion: Random stupid things from chambermaids saying you'll never do anything with Thomas. I don't believe them, of course, but it did make me think of something to ask you. Cecile...*how to put this VERY delicately* ...you are familiar with how men and women can make each feel good in a relationship, do you not? *tries to add a little extra in his tone in the hopes she understands*
Cecile: *a faint shade of pink passes across her face upon mentioning the castle master* But Master Thomas and I have done plenty of things together!!! We went for walks and looked at the lake, and sometimes I help him sort paperwork!!
Stallion: Well, that's all well and good. But what I mean is, and forgive me for being too forward, but what I'm speaking of is more kissing and the like. THAT sort of making each other feel good.
Cecile: *colors more visibly* Yes, well, I've...I've given him kisses every now and then. On occasion.
Stallion: Well that's good. *sighs and hopes he doesn't break her brain* It should feel good to touch and be touched with that special person. Sharing such intimacy is a pleasant part of a relationship.
Cecile: I...that is...I think I know what you mean. Sometimes I think about things like that, but when I used to, I thought it was indecent, so I blocked it out. Now it is much more difficult to block out.
Stallion: I see. Well, you know, it may be the reason it's hard to block it out is because you're almost an adult. Maybe you want those things. And, when they're with a person you care about, particularly one you love, you don't MIND doing those things.
Cecile: *dark red, her voice quiet* I never...I never said I'd mind.
Stallion: It's just...hard to admit, isn't it?
Cecile: But I can't...I can't just tell him something like that!! It's...it's just not right, and I do not want to offend him.
Stallion: .....*just LOOKS at her* ....may I tell you something? A secret about the male point of view if you promise not to tell?
Cecile: *nods, her face rigidly set in a serious expression as though Stallion were about to tell her the secret of life itself*
Stallion: Men, of any race, are terribly simple creatures. If a woman I didn't even know were to come up to me and tell me she'd like to do, ahem, pleasing things with me, I would grin foolishly and not be offended in the least. I think our brains are wired differently.
Cecile: *looks at him blankly* Well, doesn't everyone want to do things that make them happy? I'm...not quite sure I understand.
Stallion: The pleasing things I'm talking about would be in a similar vein of all those things you don't mind doing with Thomas.
Cecile: *burns red* ...I wouldn't want him to do those other things with someone else.
Stallion: Now. If there was a woman I was seeing and had a relationship with and then she decided she wanted to tell me she would like to do pleasant things with me...well. I wouldn't be offended. I would be flattered. And pleased.
Stallion: What I mean is, if you tell those kinds of things to Thomas, I guarantee he WON'T be offended.
Cecile: ...*her hands fumble with the strands of hair she was braiding* Then...then if that's so, then why has he...I mean, why did he not say something to me first?
Stallion: You mean, why has he not said he'd like to do pleasing things with you?
Cecile: *tiny nod whilst madly blushing*
Stallion: Well, that secret I told you about men is completely different from how women are. I daresay if some random strange man came up to you and said he'd like to do pleasing things to you, you would be offended!
Cecile: *looks offended simply by hearing such a suggestion* W-well, of course!!
Stallion: Because women are greatly different in that respect, we as men don't KNOW how to tell women we like that sort of things with them WITHOUT offending them, even if they're women we've been seeing for a while. You're all quite complicated, you know.
Cecile: That's...quite confusing. *head spins* So if he has not said anything, it is because he is being considerate then?
Stallion: More than likely. He's probably not sure how to phrase it without offending you. You should give him some hints that you wouldn't mind such things.
Stallion: However, don't make yourself DO anything you don't feel comfortable with. Usually your body and your heart will let you know when it's ready to take on such pleasing activities with that one you care about.
Cecile: I...I don't know how to...I've never, well, sometimes I might have thought about...*stumbles over her words*
Stallion: Well, you could be simple and just say that you don't mind the kissing and touching and all that and he should try doing it more.
Cecile: *suddenly appears to look quite dizzy* I can't say something like that!
Stallion: Why not? It's what you want, right?
Cecile: But I want him to be happy more than anything else, so it does not matter what sort of silly things pass through my head when I daydream!!
Stallion: I can guarantee if you tell him that, it WILL make him happy.
Cecile: *takes all this in and sits silently for a moment, feeling incredibly self-conscious about her racing heart* ...You sound very well-versed about these sorts of things, Sir Stallion.
Stallion: I've been with a few women in my time. You pick them up as you go along. Hey, is all the braiding done?
Cecile: Not quite!! *exhales, relieved to shift the topic* I need to add a few finishing touches!! Sir Hugo might not even recognize you when I am finished, but he's difficult to fool.
Stallion: *watches her root through a little closet* Is that why you're trying to find a nice outfit to go with my hair?
Cecile: Partly. And partly because you deserve it. *pulls out a simple scarf and looks it over*
Stallion: *amused as she adds a long tunic and some trousers* Tell me, do you long to do this to other people and you're just secretly thrilled I'm letting you?
Cecile: *turns pink!* O-of course not!!!! You are being presumptuous, Sir Stallion!! *but forgets to use a convincing scolding tone*
Stallion: Suuuuuure. All right then, turn around and I'll get dressed. Unless you want to see how bony I am.
Cecile: *turns around and mumbles something inaudible in embarrassment*
Stallion: *chuckling and puts on the outfit* All right then. I suppose I need a mirror.
Cecile: There should be one around here somewhere....*searches and pulls out an old mirror from behind a medical chest, dusting away some loose cobwebs* Here!
Stallion: So I wonder what I...*and that's about how far he gets as he stops. And stares.*
Stallion: ....wh..?...wh-what? Cecile? What did you do to me?
Cecile: *flails, almost dropping the mirror* I-I'm sorry!!! I can fix it!!!!!!
Stallion: No...I mean...I look...beautiful. But I've never...
Cecile: *freezes in realization, then relaxes and smiles mischievously* That's because it takes awhile for acne to clear up.
Stallion: *flushes pink and can't seem to stop looking at himself in the mirror* ......thank you.
Cecile: I did nothing. That is you, just with a few extra things added. And...and...*blush* ...thank you for talking with me...about things.
Cecile: Will you be okay on your own for now?
Stallion: *nods, kind of dazed*
Cecile: *props the mirror up against the wall and gathers her things, leaving the small bundle of food at the foot of his bed before quietly exiting, still smiling*