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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Apr 19, 2013 20:15:13 GMT -8
Bastille had finished kissing her daughters good bye and handing them to Maria because a certain brother of hers was too drunk to keep his eyes open. Honestly, he should know better. Maria nodded them off and Bastille turned towards the door and had gone.
Now she was sitting on the speed boat that would take them up the river towards Toledo. Any other way she would have prayed for this day, returning the settlement she'd made her peaceful home, far away and still remote from the world. Mathew would be behind her somewhere. She really should be doing the blushing bride thing of being attached like glue to his side...but it was horrible.
Life was bleak and this honeymoon was likely to be a disaster- why? Her daughters were WAY TOO FUCKING FAR AWAY FROM HER. Bastille continued to pout on the bow of the boat, hugging her knees as small drops of blood welled up in the corners of her eyes. The cracks around her eyes were far from invisible. She was so not crying over this....so not....and somehow, she found herself downright wrecked over this. She shifted her sunglasses up to make sure her eyes were hidden.
How was she ever going to enjoy a week of relaxation like this???
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jul 7, 2013 22:45:39 GMT -8
Mathew was clutching the side of the boat weakly. His legs felt like they were going to buckle under him as he heaved over the side of the boat. No vomit coming out, not anymore. The contents of his stomach had long since been emptied. Still, the rocking of the boat made him sick to his stomach.
He couldn't even focus on how he wasn't allowed to bring any dirt or stone with him on the trip. So he was without even his Qi. He just felt so uncomfortable and vulnerable out here. He hoped he didn't drown. That would be just his luck.
"Why did I have t-" He heaved again, his eyes watering as his face burned red from the ordeal.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jul 7, 2013 23:02:20 GMT -8
Bastille sighed, using this distraction as a welcome chance to forget her suffering as a mother. Time to take care of him and start upholding those vows. She swung down into boat and sat down next to him- pushing her hand to his forehead with a gentle motion.
"Geez, really can't hold it in can you? Normally I'd enjoy this, but this is just sad...." She smirked, hiding her own nagging worry. She looked around for the rag she'd packed when she noticed the small curve in the rocks that told her they were reaching the hidden dock.
"We'll be there soon" She whispered and immediately went about preparing to walk back onto land- leaving her husband with his own sea sickness....honestly, if this is all it would have taken for her to beat him-...
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jul 7, 2013 23:11:53 GMT -8
"Ugh..."
He swallowed hard and closed his eyes, trying to hold it in. Even if he didn't think that he could actually vomit anymore. He just felt like death, and this is totally all it would have taken for her to beat him all of those years ago. Getting him on a boat.
"I hate boats..."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jul 8, 2013 9:15:31 GMT -8
Bastille would casually steer the boat around the corner and immediately slow it, turn it, wrangle it to the hidden dock behind a particularly large out-hang. Flipping onto the wood, she gripped the rope and used it to pull the boat into another crafty rock over hang. The trip to get where they were going? It had been a long one. A Very Very Long one. But, she'd wanted this and planned this- and it was the only way to make sure bushiness didn't interrupt. She wanted Mathew to feel better about it too- but at least for tonight it looked like he might end up forgoing anything pleasant aside from sleep. Bastille wrapped the dusty old cape around her shoulders and waited for her husband to get out of the boat. Her eyes also looked for the two guards usually stationed here. That's when her eyes caught a piece of rolled parchment inside a crack near the hidden stair case up the cliff side. It was the road they'd be taking to get into Toledo. Bastille grabbed the scroll and looked at it, reading the words rather carefully before glaring darkly at them.
'To Bastille,
We got tired of watching the stairs and went to take a nap on east bank. Feel free to march right up to your old keep. Cassandra- i forget what codename we gave her- is Kahleesi tomorrow, and so we have been able to give you your old quarters. I take it you'll be staying with us for a little while at least. I hope to see you around at some point..but if not, at least say goodbye this time before you head back to where ever it was you went. I have a gift for you.
Davos Brandon.
p.s. there should be a match somewhere around here.'
Bastille crumpled the letter and threw it in the water, allowing the ink to swell from the papyrus paper the paper to disform itself-becoming illegible. Davos was one of the old amalgam members and the one who had helped Bastille build Toledo up as a strong hold. He was also head of the guard. A crafty old git, the man had left the stairs wiiiide open. But she figured there were multiple reason to him leaving that snipe answer. She looked back at Mathew and sighed. How she wished to see her girls again- but this was a week to be a newly wed, not a mother. Besides...as Mathew would see....Toledo was hardly the place for children.
'Can you walk or do I have to carry you over the thresh hold?" Bastille smirked at him, her hands on her hips.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jul 8, 2013 10:17:17 GMT -8
When the boat had finally stopped Mathew's stomach was allowed some small amount of respite, if only just. His watery knees still threatened to give out as he sank down, using the railing for support. His breathing was kept deliberate and slow as he pressed his forehead against the cool metal of the railing.
He felt it, and how he could bend it, but he didn't dare. It was a small comfort though, something the help him feel grounded. If only slightly. However this time on the boat had been among some of the worst of his life. He hated boats, he hated the water, and he hated feeling so completely and utterly helpless.
He doubted that Bastille appreciated what he did for her by agreeing to this.
"I don't..." he gulped and swallowed bile threatening to spill forth. "Need help. I have it under control."
Not really, well kind of. He pushed himself to his feet and clinging to the rail with both hands he made his way off the ship, collapsing on the the ground once he reached solid ground. He just... needed a minute.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jul 8, 2013 10:52:41 GMT -8
Bastille just started to laugh - a quiet musical laugh as she just shook her head and looked at him.
"Come on Honey, for better or for worse remember?" She said, walking over to him and taking his arm and slinging it around her waaaaay too short of a shoulder.
"Bridal style or piggy back?" She mused in his ear- clearly enjoying this. She appreciated this more than anything.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jul 8, 2013 11:09:15 GMT -8
Her laughter was like the grating of nails on a chalk board. He was never a fan of, nor was he accustomed to being laughed at. And if he had recovered fully from the boat he would have slapped her. But he hadn't, so instead he just tried to pick himself up off the ground. Getting up on wobbly legs as Bastille put his arm over her shoulder. He shot a glare at her, but accepted it.
"I will destroy you if you try."
Totally serious. She was not picking him up and carrying him like he was the bride. He would sooner kill her.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jul 8, 2013 11:13:17 GMT -8
"Aw come on, you can't be that proud!" She smirked and attempted to help him towards the stairs- Though the sight must have been amusing because Bastille was far too short to be helping her rather vertically gifted husband much of anywhere. She struggled with it and being gentle at the same time.
"ugh. you're heavy.."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jul 8, 2013 11:29:24 GMT -8
"Do you not know who I am?". Pride was probably more his vice than Wrath. And he was very Wrathful!
As they got closer to the stairs Mathew's land legs were coming back stronger and stronger and he needed to be supported by his tiny, but precious wife less and less. Though when she remarked about how heavy he was he made sure to put more of his weight on her.
"I never heard you complain about how heavy I am when I'm on top of you."
He managed to tease, feeling more himself with each step.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jul 8, 2013 11:37:31 GMT -8
Bastille just glared.
"no pain no gain" She grumbled, as he put his weight back on and suddenly was tumbling over to the side.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jul 8, 2013 21:18:25 GMT -8
His own footing still wasn't the best so when she tumbled over the side of the stairs he went with her. Trying to clutch her hand in left hand as his right hand tried to grab the edge of the rail. Unfortunately he missed. On both accounts. And Mathew at least went tumbling down off the stairs and crashed into the shallow water below with a painful thud.
Water to shallow to even rush in to his mouth all that he accomplished was to give himself a small headache and cover himself in mud.
"I hate this country."
Totally not making a good first impression.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jul 8, 2013 21:27:18 GMT -8
Bastille had rolled and found herself in slightly deeper water. She burst out of the water and coughed a bit- spitting out water. Her hair was covered in mud and her arms were covered in silt.
Her crimson hues blinked at him and she sighed.
"Awesome"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jul 8, 2013 21:31:28 GMT -8
He sat up and rubbed the back of his head as Bastille sighed. So out of character for her to do that too. He just rolled his eyes.
"You alright?"
Of course she was. If something like this took a toll on her then he had obviously married the wrong woman. Except Mathew didn't make mistakes. Certainly not important ones like that. Picking himself up he brushed the mud off of him which came off perfectly thanks to his Qi. Extending his hand toward his blushing bride he gave her a level look.
"Try again?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jul 8, 2013 21:34:30 GMT -8
Bastille smirked and took his hand, hoisting her wet self up and shaking her hair like a dog. She smirked up at him from under her mop of bangs.
"Nah, that was fun. Come on...best part about my old room- giant ass fireplace. I think a king once lived in it"
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