Come get random CR at the Willows!

[thelaughingmage]

WHO: Residents and visitors at the Willows
WHAT: CR
WHERE: The Willows
WHEN: Now!
WARNINGS: The Willows!

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[thelaughingmage]

"Ta, luv." John's chair creaked under him as he stretched like a smug cat. "Ancestor of mine by the name of Kon-sten-tyn. Had a hand in making the family wot it is." That being a solid unbroken line of black sheep over 1000 years long.

"After Arthur's best effort went tits-up, Merlin needed a new chosen one to hold back the ravening Christian hordes of the mainland. The bloodline being wot it was even then, he could tell Kon-sten-tyn had the makings of one hell of a witch-king, so the old buzzard apprenticed him, trained him up, and set 'im on the throne with a mandate to protect the soil of the Isles and all who dwelled in them."

John paused for a touch of drama and a drink of tea. "Only, the bloodline being wot it was even then, the bastard eventually turned around and bit old Ambrosius on the hand. Used old Celtic earth magic to cut off the old man's head and make it tell prophecies to help him fight off the invaders. Only Merlin cursed him instead. Him and all his descendants."

"So there you have it," he finished with a sardonic grin. "If it was ever supposed to happen in our timeline, decent chance Kon put the kibosh on the whole enterprise before it ever got off the ground."

[butterflybolts]

Betsy listened and she drank. Within the first few words of John's tale, one eyebrow arched and remained like that throughout the entirety.

With the flourished ending, Betsy sat her cup down, and then rubbed the spot between her brows. "So, here all this time I thought you were just an ass. Turns out to be genetic. Lucky me."

She leaned back in a sort of 'But seriously' sort of way, and steepled her fingers before her. "Well, it would certainly make sense. If we could confirm that yours and my worlds were indeed parallel to one another, instead of being here...," She poked one place before her, and then with the other hand, another. "And here. But if I were you, if you ever did meet your ancestor, I'd kick him in the bullocks."

And such a ladylike sip of tea followed.

[thelaughingmage]

He laughed appreciatively. "It's on my bucket list." The whole family was a pile of tossers, really. The ones who weren't literal hellraisers were just objectionable.

His grin turned a bit rakish. "Look on the bright side. At least I'm a charming black sheep."

[butterflybolts]

"Good to know," was her response about his list. His other comment came just as she was reaching for another one of the pastries Amara had brought. There was a slight pause before she plucked one up.

"I wouldn't know," she offered casually, not skipping a beat at least in her verbal response. And that certainly wasn't an added shade of pink on the bridge of her nose either.

[thelaughingmage]

The smile didn't exactly widen, but it turned just a touch more sly. "Of course. You not being a girl to be having with that kind of impropriety."

Betsy had to be bored out of her mind at least half the time. Thrill-seekers came to recognize the signs in one another. He'd seen that reckless gleam in her eyes, the stain of eagerness lacing through her fear and anger.

John was rather tempted to invite her along on one of his outings some evening.

[butterflybolts]

The comment about impropriety just caused Betsy to make this face. It was a sort of wrinkled nose, mouth twisted to the side 'Puh-leeze' sort of expression. "I'm not that stuffy."

She paused. "At least, not normally."

And yes, she was bored half the time. Betsy was adventurous, to the point of being reckless. The fact she hadn't done anything remarkably stupid yet was something of a miracle.