the eye has three children. an oldest daughter who would do anything to make it happy. a middle child who feels isolated from the rest of the family, even resenting and actively rebelling against them. and a youngest child; the favourite, though they never even wanted to be.
Really quick drawing of Jon, didn't feel like drawing the whole thing but I probably will some other time and make it look better lol. the idea fit to me tho, what do y'all think? Idk much about history so i could be off :p
Cassian organised a banquet to welcome himself back to England and catch up with old friends. Seeing as he did not really have any 'old friends' - it was his wives that usually had the friends - the guests in attendance were overwhelmingly young, unmarried women that Cassian hadn't met before. While in many ways such a guest list felt right to Cassian, it also felt strange: in years past, he would have wandered the room, flirting with everyone and being the life of the party. Now, the women only showed interest in Henry and Cassian sat alone.
After spending a few hours interacting with all the guests, Henry rejoined his father at the head table.
"Well, father, do you have any thoughts on the suitors here this evening?"
Cassian surveyed the room of guests, "Some. But I wouldn't want to intrude on your decision."
"Please, do. I would value your input," replied Henry, bowing his head formally.
Cassian could sense that Henry was just trying to kiss up to him, but he went along with it anyway.
"Very well. Lady Jane and Lady Margaret are a clear 'no' - you want to have attractive children."
"I quite agree. And the others?"
"I see decent enough potential in the rest. Lady Edith seems sweet, but perhaps a bit simple...
Lady Joan is sophisticated but lacking in a sense of humour...
Lady Anne is pretty, but that hideous hair reveals her lack of good taste...
Lady Elizabeth seems a good laugh, but perhaps a bit frivolous.
If I were you, I'd get back out in the crowd and see how the remaining potentials fit."
Guy: Because I don’t want to be killed, and I don’t want my friend to be killed either. If giving this stuff up buys us our lives then it’s a cheap price to pay. As I said, it’s not worth dying over.
Evelyn: That’s very sensible of you, but in a parley, we have to each get something in the parley to agree. You’ll not go after my family and I will spare you and your sweaty friend. Provided that the paper gets lost in the process. My father would appreciate a copy for his archives and that would require something additional of me. What else would you want in return for this tit for tat?
Guy: I had no intention of going after your family or harming them, that’s not my moral code… that was an empty threat in the heat of the moment… I just… I guess I just wanted to frighten you, just like you frightened me with that whole poison dagger thing. You can take it for your father of course… and I guess now we know a lot more about each other and we have an agreement, maybe we could go out now? Get lunch, dinner, coffee? Something like what so-called normal people do?
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Evelyn: Is that part of the Parley request? If so, then we’re agreed. But if it's actually sex you want, then yes.
Guy: Say what now?
Evelyn: If it is sex that you actually want, then let us just skip the pointless time consuming posturing that comes beforehand. I’m human and I have needs too.
Guy: Erm well, yeah I want that, that sounds nice… but how do I know you won’t try to kill me?
Evelyn: We’re in the middle of a parley and I’ve countered your offer. If you agree, we handshake and move to somewhere quiet. We do our thing and then go about our night. But I suppose, that’s a risk you’ll have to decide to take or not professor. You’ll just have to trust I will honor the parley.
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Guy: Deal.
Elita: Evelyn and Guy shook on it, and in the background, Grandma Joan facepalmed so hard.
Meet Joan and Hank. My new current household, I am falling in love with!
Joan moved to Sulani with her best friend Hank a golden retriever, a few months ago. Her interest in marine life encouraged her to move out of the city and live somewhere more comforting to her lifestyle. She really enjoys going for jogs with Hank and snorkeling, then ending the night off out at the pub in town, dancing and meeting new people. She wants to pursue the diver career, but will she discover something she had never thought to see?
On the way to her chambers one night, Joan was overcome with sudden and overwhelming nausea. She was stuck in place for a full minute before she could run to a chamber pot to vomit into.
As she emptied her stomach of contents, Joan groaned. She was used to dizzy spells, headaches, and sudden bouts of fatigue... but vomiting was new. She is a frail woman - hence why she was always in her chambers alone and didn't want her husband to touch her.
She rested on the stone floor for a moment, praying to the Watcher to give her strength to continue fighting with her health. . . But. . . Then a thought occurred to her. She rushed back to her chambers, standing in front of a mirror.
Tender breasts? Check.
Nausea and vomiting? Check.
Late monthly course....
She is with child! This is the answer to all of her prayers! After all, Louis needs and heir and she has a duty as a queen to produce one - she had been growing more and more concerned as the years stretched on with no sign of it happening...
But now it is! She rushed out of her chambers to go see her husband, waking him out of a sound slumber. She was so ecstatic, she had almost forgot about what had happened during his father's funeral preperations.
However, his grief is still strong. And so.... he did not have the reaction she'd hoped.
Elita: Guy and Evelyn sat opposite each other in the lounge section of the building. The tension between them was palpable.
Evelyn: I had no idea you were as competent in amateur dramatics as you are Professor, your “death scene” was an oscar worthy performance.
Guy: Thank-you.
Evelyn: Why did you trick me?
Guy: The truth is, I had no idea I wasn’t going to die there, but all I felt was a little bit of nausea so I assumed I was ok.
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Evelyn: You were dosed with two-step and all you felt was a “little nausea,” just what the hell are you?
Guy: I’m basically human, just I’m a “super soldier.” I suppose you’d call me. OK, so you can’t betray your client, so I’m just going to assume that your client is the government in some shape or form, and skip to asking why they want me and Isaac dead?
Evelyn: It’s over your research thesis about the Omiscans. There is a lot of sensitive data that our client and my father wanted buried, so I was sent to deal with you, and Dr Denvers. Our client neglected to inform me, how formidable an opponent you’d be. Still, it begs the question, where do we go from here?
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Guy: Well if the publishing of our thesis is the problem, then we simply won’t do it.
Evelyn: Just like that?
Guy: It’s not worth losing lives over. I’ll happily give you the copies of it, and the original document. I will lean on Isaac to get him to drop the whole thing and that can be the end of it.
Evelyn: Really? You’ll forgive me if I am not entirely believing this proposal. How do I know you’ll keep your word?!