~~ Lasherette knew she had to get out of the house. Lying in bed crying over the dead...wasn't good for them. And Gregory's words resounded in her ears. "He wouldn't want his Mommy crying all the time for him." For a man, he had alot of insight. She trusted Greogry. And it was not lost on her that he made certain she was taken straight to bed, and she opened her eyes to see him drawing the velvet drapes closed himself.
So, when she awoke that Friday eve....she asked him to be her butler. She needed him closer to her, than as a mere coachman. When she told him of her intentions of going to the RDI that night, he asked if he could escort her one last time. She allowed it. But wanted him the next day to set about finding a new coachman and footman. Who could be trusted, and who wouldn't ask too many questions. Gregory understood perfectly.
Dressing....all in black. She went to the Inn. At first she receieved the typical cold shoulder. Ignoring them, she went and sat at the bar. Within an hours time, a man showed up. Cilian MacAoidh....pronounced KILLIAN
MacKai. A scotsman. A big barrel chested man. In a kilt, no doubt. She smiled the instant she saw him, then as he approached her and they talked all evening. Agreeing to meet for the Ball Elly & Icky was giving for those who wished to come. Cilian asked her to go. Well seeing as he was the first man to make her laugh and smile....not cry....since she suffered so much loss in the last few months, she agreed. Besides, he was a Scotsman. (Lasherette was born Scottish, although raised by a French Marquis. If you wish to know more.....ask.)
Well...excitedly she dressed that evening. She was the picture of perfection. She dressed for him....and for her. She was "undead"....but she was looking every inch ALIVE. Hair done up, a heartshaped sequined corset, an "A" line bottom that came down with a chiffon overlay, that moved with her fluid, graceful form. And a perfect pearshaped pendant with rested against her perfect bosom. When she turned she saw him enter. In full dress. 9 yds. of his family tartan, a sparran about his waist, a dirk in his sock...a sword at his side. His clan badge upon his shoulder. He was "home". She hadn't been home since she was 12, but last night....she was "home" in his arms. He explained about his leaving home...wandering, take him where the road lead him. And she BELIEVED the road brought him to her.
As Gregory had driven her, knowing she was to meet a man....he wished to go along, and she permitted it. No one on earth she trusted more than Gregory. So, as they left and headed towards the coach, Cilian was taken aback by her having a coachman, and footman. Relaxed for the first time in ions....she sat back and stared into the Scotsman's eyes....and offered him a job. That of assistant. Her personal assistant, he would be responsible for her PHYSCIALLY. Then she dropped the truth into his lap. Vampiress. She explained how it happened. He asked her if he could think on it. She said, Of course....wasn't any way she could blame him for wanting to think it over.
That evening she offered him her bedroom besides hers. She told Gregory and Corinne to make him comfortable and to give him any and all he asked for. Gregory assured her he would personally take care of him. Later, when Gregory came into check on her one last time for the evening....she asked Gregory if he would mind another man taking care of her. Gregory replied..."If you are referring to THAT man, Mistress...than no. I believe just from what I have heard. Seen the way he looks at you...and the questions he asked of you...." Lash quicky turned from her vanity chair..."What did he ask you?" ::Lash was hanging on every one of Gregory's words. Gregory cleared his throat. "Mistress...you wish to me to tell you word for word?" ::She merely nodded, staring at him wide peridot hues gazing at her trusted servant.:: "He asked me, what was your favorite color rose, Mistress." With that, a wide grin, spread across Lash's face. There was more....but it wasn't necessary to go into....not tonight. His Mistress was beaming. The way she ought to look every night.
Ensuring her drapes were closed...she passed him on her way to her bed. She kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you, Gregory." ::Touching his cheek he smiled and blushed. For a man in his 60's he looked much younger....but he was still MALE. He covered up. Wished her sweet dreams....and he would have a new coachman trained by tomorrow evening. And he hoped that Mr. Cilian would except her offer. "So do I.' She said with a sigh. Nodding, Gregory turned out all her lanterns, and candle, only the dim light of the embers glowed in the fireplace. Lash stared at them for the longest time. "God if you haven't forsaken me...forever...please....this man.....AT this time. Lord. Please."
Within moments she was sound asleep. Dreaming....not nightmares would invade her dreams tonight.~~
So, when she awoke that Friday eve....she asked him to be her butler. She needed him closer to her, than as a mere coachman. When she told him of her intentions of going to the RDI that night, he asked if he could escort her one last time. She allowed it. But wanted him the next day to set about finding a new coachman and footman. Who could be trusted, and who wouldn't ask too many questions. Gregory understood perfectly.
Dressing....all in black. She went to the Inn. At first she receieved the typical cold shoulder. Ignoring them, she went and sat at the bar. Within an hours time, a man showed up. Cilian MacAoidh....pronounced KILLIAN
MacKai. A scotsman. A big barrel chested man. In a kilt, no doubt. She smiled the instant she saw him, then as he approached her and they talked all evening. Agreeing to meet for the Ball Elly & Icky was giving for those who wished to come. Cilian asked her to go. Well seeing as he was the first man to make her laugh and smile....not cry....since she suffered so much loss in the last few months, she agreed. Besides, he was a Scotsman. (Lasherette was born Scottish, although raised by a French Marquis. If you wish to know more.....ask.)
Well...excitedly she dressed that evening. She was the picture of perfection. She dressed for him....and for her. She was "undead"....but she was looking every inch ALIVE. Hair done up, a heartshaped sequined corset, an "A" line bottom that came down with a chiffon overlay, that moved with her fluid, graceful form. And a perfect pearshaped pendant with rested against her perfect bosom. When she turned she saw him enter. In full dress. 9 yds. of his family tartan, a sparran about his waist, a dirk in his sock...a sword at his side. His clan badge upon his shoulder. He was "home". She hadn't been home since she was 12, but last night....she was "home" in his arms. He explained about his leaving home...wandering, take him where the road lead him. And she BELIEVED the road brought him to her.
As Gregory had driven her, knowing she was to meet a man....he wished to go along, and she permitted it. No one on earth she trusted more than Gregory. So, as they left and headed towards the coach, Cilian was taken aback by her having a coachman, and footman. Relaxed for the first time in ions....she sat back and stared into the Scotsman's eyes....and offered him a job. That of assistant. Her personal assistant, he would be responsible for her PHYSCIALLY. Then she dropped the truth into his lap. Vampiress. She explained how it happened. He asked her if he could think on it. She said, Of course....wasn't any way she could blame him for wanting to think it over.
That evening she offered him her bedroom besides hers. She told Gregory and Corinne to make him comfortable and to give him any and all he asked for. Gregory assured her he would personally take care of him. Later, when Gregory came into check on her one last time for the evening....she asked Gregory if he would mind another man taking care of her. Gregory replied..."If you are referring to THAT man, Mistress...than no. I believe just from what I have heard. Seen the way he looks at you...and the questions he asked of you...." Lash quicky turned from her vanity chair..."What did he ask you?" ::Lash was hanging on every one of Gregory's words. Gregory cleared his throat. "Mistress...you wish to me to tell you word for word?" ::She merely nodded, staring at him wide peridot hues gazing at her trusted servant.:: "He asked me, what was your favorite color rose, Mistress." With that, a wide grin, spread across Lash's face. There was more....but it wasn't necessary to go into....not tonight. His Mistress was beaming. The way she ought to look every night.
Ensuring her drapes were closed...she passed him on her way to her bed. She kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you, Gregory." ::Touching his cheek he smiled and blushed. For a man in his 60's he looked much younger....but he was still MALE. He covered up. Wished her sweet dreams....and he would have a new coachman trained by tomorrow evening. And he hoped that Mr. Cilian would except her offer. "So do I.' She said with a sigh. Nodding, Gregory turned out all her lanterns, and candle, only the dim light of the embers glowed in the fireplace. Lash stared at them for the longest time. "God if you haven't forsaken me...forever...please....this man.....AT this time. Lord. Please."
Within moments she was sound asleep. Dreaming....not nightmares would invade her dreams tonight.~~