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There comes a time in a man's life, when you've done enough skulking about feeling sorry for yourself after getting your ass kicked by lady-ninjas in blue spandex shortly after being gassed.
There is also a time in a man's life when he accepts that what's done is done and perhaps it's not a bad thing to try to show your fiancee how you feel about her.
This time could be when Guy leaves his room for some late night mulled wine to help him sleep or even when he sits down at a table, rather warily.
The doctor is in.
...wait. That's not right. He's got a stethoscope, a big orange jacket with "Doctor" on it and an alarming lack of weaponry. Definitely not right.
There will be a time for most of the above later. Now calls for something more potent than wine.
[OOC: Will be around for about half an hour then it's slowtime time. :)]
There is also a time in a man's life when he accepts that what's done is done and perhaps it's not a bad thing to try to show your fiancee how you feel about her.
This time could be when Guy leaves his room for some late night mulled wine to help him sleep or even when he sits down at a table, rather warily.
The doctor is in.
...wait. That's not right. He's got a stethoscope, a big orange jacket with "Doctor" on it and an alarming lack of weaponry. Definitely not right.
There will be a time for most of the above later. Now calls for something more potent than wine.
[OOC: Will be around for about half an hour then it's slowtime time. :)]
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She moved her mouth, slightly open and shut, but it didn't change it. There was this vacuum in her chest, as her eyes slid over the look at him.
Defiant, almost expecting this to be some lark, and yet he still lolled in the same place, looking about the same.
"Thank you, Sir Guy" she said, with some confusion. Not sure quite what to say and thinking it came out a little more formal because of her shock.
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Mock seriousness turning to real seriousness, albeit
a littlean inebriated seriousness. "Now that I have been here, and seen the universe, I can only assure you that it is true."no subject
"There are some very lovely people here," she said, uncertainly.
Guy. Was drunk. And complimenting her beauty. In comparison to the universe.
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It is the truth, after all.
And it is only now that Guy realises that somewhere along the line he lost Marian's hand and his eyes drift to it somewhat folornly.
While one of his hands slides across the table to the fresh bottle of green liquor.
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Yes, joke. Trying not to focus on that fact her cheeks are flushing and she's not quite sure where this is going or whats happening now.
She followed his eyes, but when hers landed on her hand. It wasn't her hand she saw but more her ring. Which caused her next swallow of tea to go down a little harder again.
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His expression softens again when he returns to her hand and reaches to cover it with his own.
The other hand? Has found the bottle and Guy pours another measure into his glass.
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"You're not going to be able to walk back to your room at this rate."
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Somehow though, it was done.
"I can walk!" Guy is mildly indignant.
At least, until he takes stock and starts to look the tiniest bit sheepish.
"Perhaps you could help me then?" He stroked the back of her hand with his thumb, curving his fingers around hers.
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"Well, it wouldn't be the first time I had to make sure you found your room in one piece."
That might be a yes.
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"No, it wouldn't." He met her gaze. "Thank you."
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Standing up she offered a hand, "Perhaps you should get there while you can still partially stand and not after you can't move in any sensible manner?"
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"Perhaps I should." He conceded, moving towards the stairs with her.