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[will_scarlett]

After returning from Kevin and Sooraya's world, Will ate a bit and tried to sleep.

It didn't work very well and now he's down in the Bar with a pot of tea, lots of scones and the remains of a good breakfast.

He's feeling lonely and rather unhappy since its almost a year since he was almost hung, times are hard everywhere he looks and he just doesn't know if he's doing enough.

Soon he'll go and hit things but for now, he's got an old leather bound book of stories of King Arthur, that he's pretty much ignoring.

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[royal-guarantor.livejournal.com]

"What's the matter with you?" demands the richly dressed boy sitting not far off, not exactly rudely but definitely in the tones of one who expects an answer as his right.

[will_scarlett]

Will doesn't exactly bristle as he turns though the small bow is rather perfunctory,

"Just been a long few days is all...milord."

Politeness even to lordlings has been trained into Will even when he'd rather not.

[royal-guarantor.livejournal.com]

This one's a king-in-waiting who uses arrogance as a cover for just about everything else, so he may be even worse.

"That's hardly an answer."

[will_scarlett]

"Why are ye curious, milord? Ye dinna know me an though I'm grateful for the concern, would at least know the name o'who is questionin' me."

Will is doing his best to stay polite and not let any mocking slip into his voice, but its rather hard.

Since though the boy has lots of arrogance and presence, today, Will is not quite in the right frame of mind to play the peasant to an arrogant boy.

[royal-guarantor.livejournal.com]

"Roshaun ke Nelaid", he's coolly informed. "Son of the Sun Lord, Throne-destined of Wellakh."

He still expects people to recognise it and give him his due. Just because Mel said she'd never heard of him means nothing.

[will_scarlett]

"Oh aye, milord, an in what land does Wellakh lie? For I'm just a poor man from Nottingham, England an 'ave ne'er 'eard o'it 'fore."

Scones are tasty things, Will's going to take his time buttering one, gives his hands something to do so he doesn't say something he'll regret to this boy.

[royal-guarantor.livejournal.com]

"Well, I've never heard of England", the prince retorts scornfully. "It's probably on some other world."

[will_scarlett]

"An I've ne'er 'eard o'Wellakh, milord."

Will isn't scornful just a bit mocking since that comes naturally to him, there's a good reason most of the young lords who pass through Sherwood want to fight him.

[royal-guarantor.livejournal.com]

Roshaun isn't allowed to fight physically unless he genuinely has to in his own defence. That's been drilled into him since birth, so it never even occurs to him now.

"I'm not surprised", he says now, looking the older man up and down.

[7twistedwishes]

"Guess who?" Oh, Scarlet is not even trying to disguise herself. The perfume is familiar, the touch of those hands too.

[will_scarlett]

He doesn't jump just tenses slightly, now aware of the soreness from the fight,

"Morn, Scarlet."

[7twistedwishes]

"Good morning, dearest. Missed me?" She has not been around for a while.

Scarlet's hands move down to his shoulders, and some of the soreness retreats away, replaced with warmth. "What happened, Will dear?"

[will_scarlett]

The last woman who's really been touching him was Molly and so he looks unsure at the touch,

"Was just 'elpin' a friend in 'nother world was all."

[7twistedwishes]

"And you got yourself hurt..." There is a slight chiding tone there; she does not like Will getting hurt.

It should be her job, after all.

[will_scarlett]

"Got 'ealed up, truly tis naught to worry 'bout."

Anyway his injuries are less then some he's had in Sherwood, at the moment its more worry and nightmares that are causing him problems.

[7twistedwishes]

"Are you sure, Will?" Her voice 'betrays' sincere worry. "I don't need special abilities to feel how tense you are."

See, she worries about him.

[will_scarlett]

He takes a drink of tea and offers to the other chair with a try at a smile,

"Just been a long few days, weeks is all."

[aka-guardi.livejournal.com]

Francesca is about to take breakfast herself, and is on her way to a table, when the book catches her eye and she slows.

Her reading of English isn't that great, but she knows enough to recognise the title.

"That's not the Mallory, is it?"

[will_scarlett]

It takes Will a long few moments to realize the question is directed to him,

"What are ye referrin' to, milady?"

He's still not used to really having books around and he's a bit out of practice lately.

[aka-guardi.livejournal.com]

"The book," she says shortly, reaching out boldly and turning it to look at it properly. "Who is the author?"

[will_scarlett]

That makes him jump slightly before he finds his manners somewhere and gives a nod, its a rather well read copy of The Mabinogion from the main library.

Though Will has barely opened it, he wanted a book of familiar tales and he's kind of worried to read later books of English Folktales, afraid what he might find about himself in them,

"'adna truly looked too much, milady, was just lookin' for somethin' to read o''ome."

[aka-guardi.livejournal.com]

Francesca nods, examining the first couple of pages before returning the book to him.

"You're from England, then?"

The fact that to her, everyone seems to be speaking in various regional Italian dialects, is one of the many sources of her curiosity.

[will_scarlett]

"Aye, milady, from Nottingham, do ye know o'it?"

From her dress, she looks after his time, but not as modern as the majority in the Bar.

He's not terribly good at guessing time by women's clothing, men are easier.

[aka-guardi.livejournal.com]

Then it's just a shame that today she is dressed in women's clothing. It's not yet occured to Francesca she can wander around in whatever's comfortable.

"I've heard of the city," she admits, "but not in any great detail. Do you have a university there?"

[will_scarlett]

He visibly brightens that she's heard of Nottingham, though he looks rather uncomfortable at the mention of universities.

She's clearly an educated woman and he's only learned to read since coming to Milliways,

"'ow 'ave ye 'eard o'it, milady? Dinna believe tis one though 'rhaps may be some teachin' done at the Abbey."