Insha'Allah (God Willing) - [closed]
WHO: Sir James and Djaq
WHAT: They meet. And talk.
WHERE: Teversal, specifically, Sir James’ threshing barn
WHEN: October 19th, morning.
Thwack! "She’s not coming. I know it. She said she’d come this morning, and it’s obviously midday by now, and there’s still no sign of her." Thwack!
(Actually, it wasn’t midday yet. It probably wasn’t even that late in the morning. And there was nothing obvious about it-it was too cloudy and misty to get a good enough bearing on the height of the sun to tell what time it was. Sir James was just impatient. And irritable.)
Thwack! "I’m a busy man! I don’t have time for this bullshit. I could have left the threshing to the servants, but noooo, I had to send them off so I’d be alone when she got here! Do you think Gisborne’s doing his own threshing? Not on your life! I’ve got better things to do with my time." Thwack!
(Actually…he didn’t. The barley needed threshing, and it was one of the few farm jobs he had any capability at. Even so, he was a little anxious about it. Whacking stalks of grain with a flail didn’t take much skill, but this barn was one of the newfangled ones with doors on each end of the threshing floor, the better for cross-breezes to blow away the chaff. They hadn’t had these on the estate Sir James grew up on, and he couldn’t help but wonder if the dampness that came in through the open doors did more harm than good.)
Thwack! "Ah, James! You do this with women, every time. Every. Single. Damned. Time. You get all addle-brained, put her on a pedestal, decide she’s the most wonderful person God ever made and is destined to be a true companion as well as a hellion in bed, spin dream castles around her, start counting your grandchildren, revamp your career…and all within ten minutes of meeting her. Then you wonder why you’re disappointed."
(Actually, that bit was true. Over the years his relationships with women had ended in or evolved into friendship, hatred, apathy, brotherly love, comradeship, professional respect, fear, and true romance, but every one had started out in the same giddy fashion.)
He paused to wipe his brow. Even as cool as the day was, threshing was heavy work. And when he took the rag away, there she was, silhouetted in the doorway.
Djaq.
OOC: Godmodded Djaq's appearance with permission.
WHAT: They meet. And talk.
WHERE: Teversal, specifically, Sir James’ threshing barn
WHEN: October 19th, morning.
Thwack! "She’s not coming. I know it. She said she’d come this morning, and it’s obviously midday by now, and there’s still no sign of her." Thwack!
(Actually, it wasn’t midday yet. It probably wasn’t even that late in the morning. And there was nothing obvious about it-it was too cloudy and misty to get a good enough bearing on the height of the sun to tell what time it was. Sir James was just impatient. And irritable.)
Thwack! "I’m a busy man! I don’t have time for this bullshit. I could have left the threshing to the servants, but noooo, I had to send them off so I’d be alone when she got here! Do you think Gisborne’s doing his own threshing? Not on your life! I’ve got better things to do with my time." Thwack!
(Actually…he didn’t. The barley needed threshing, and it was one of the few farm jobs he had any capability at. Even so, he was a little anxious about it. Whacking stalks of grain with a flail didn’t take much skill, but this barn was one of the newfangled ones with doors on each end of the threshing floor, the better for cross-breezes to blow away the chaff. They hadn’t had these on the estate Sir James grew up on, and he couldn’t help but wonder if the dampness that came in through the open doors did more harm than good.)
Thwack! "Ah, James! You do this with women, every time. Every. Single. Damned. Time. You get all addle-brained, put her on a pedestal, decide she’s the most wonderful person God ever made and is destined to be a true companion as well as a hellion in bed, spin dream castles around her, start counting your grandchildren, revamp your career…and all within ten minutes of meeting her. Then you wonder why you’re disappointed."
(Actually, that bit was true. Over the years his relationships with women had ended in or evolved into friendship, hatred, apathy, brotherly love, comradeship, professional respect, fear, and true romance, but every one had started out in the same giddy fashion.)
He paused to wipe his brow. Even as cool as the day was, threshing was heavy work. And when he took the rag away, there she was, silhouetted in the doorway.
Djaq.
OOC: Godmodded Djaq's appearance with permission.