knightsoflegend | open ♔ socialization log

WHO || Everyone! [ota]
WHAT || Shenanigans. THIS IS MOSTLY AN OVERFLOW POST for the last social log whoops
WHERE || Anywhere in the castle, surrounding environs, London, Andres, etc!
WHEN || Any time in May/June
HOW || Actionspam

[ The castle can be a happening place, even on more mundane days. This log is for random interactions over the course of these few months. Because not everyone is into parties, ok. Characters who are not currently squired in may also post, as their characters are living in the castle awaiting their ceremonies. This takes place after the Knights have returned from Dimitris' wedding.

You are encouraged to start your own threads and tag around, and feel free to threadjack into any on-going threads that aren't specified as 'closed' in the subject lines since people can enter into rooms even in the middle of what's going on. WE ARE BIG ON THREAD-JACKING HERE. You can also specify 'single thread', meaning you want only one response for all participants, rather than multi-thread, where a number of different scenes/threads can be done as replies to the top prompt.]

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[ She hasn't taken his hand yet and he's sort of confused. He waits though. Watching her struggle to find some words. She seems to be tripping over them. Which he is willing to wait on, but then she blurts out she's married. Which makes him look confused, but he hasn't pulled his hand away. It sort of just lingers there. She follows it up by saying she was and then trails off on him again. ]

What's that mean?

[She's not sure why it came out like that. Probably because she doesn't have a much better way to say it. And she's honest to a fault. But as soon as he raises that clarifying question, she wonders if she read this all wrong. Maybe he wasn't flirting. Maybe he just meant to be friendly.

She's not great at this, but now she at least owes him the answer to his question.]

There was an accident. In the field. [Her throat tightens, making each word a little more difficult.] His mind isn't his own anymore. He doesn't believe that any of this is real. Me. Our marriage. Our daughter. And when I tried to convince him... He became violent. So Wynn sent him away, where he couldn't hurt anyone- including himself.

[It's the first time she's talked about it with anyone who didn't already know about it. It's the first time she's explained it- even in as simple of terms as she's using now.]

[ That sounds awful. He can't imagine how someone would have to deal with something like that. Knowing that the person you loved the most could hurt you or your child without any thought whatsoever about it. That you'd have to handle everything on your own. Even with all these people around. It'd be complicated. Painful even. ]

If you'd prefer you can tell me to not flirt with you.

[She blinks, confused a bit by the words. She had suspected that he might have been flirting, but to hear it said so plainly is unexpected. Although, she has to admit, it's nice to know without having to wonder.]

I don't... [She shakes her head.] It's been a little more than a year since he left. Shayla wasn't even born. I still haven't decided if it's for the best or not that she may never meet her father. [The fact that it's a thought she has at all makes her feel terrible, but after seeing him lash out at her when she was pregnant, she doesn't want to risk her daughter being hurt like that.]

He's not coming back. Or at least... I can't allow myself to hope that he will. But it's been a long time since anyone has [she seems to struggle with the word, as if it's foreign] flirted with me. I'm not sure if I'm any good at knowing how to handle it.

[ The whole story isn't exactly what he was expecting. He can't imagine what it must be like having to be that guy though. To be trapped. To not realize you have a child that needs you and a wife as well. Or even to be her. To maybe have hope that one day it could be fixed. One day he could come back. ]

You're doing alright so far. [ He offers her a smile. ] I'm sorry about your husband, love. That can't be easy. Did you still want to hold my hand?

[Her eyes shift downward to his hand. She doesn't answer in words, but instead lifts her own hand and slips it into his. It feels strange, but not unwelcome. There's a heavy feeling of guilt that she can't quite shake, but she's taking this step. The first one is always the hardest.]

Have you been able to explore the grounds much? They're quite lovely.

[Perhaps if she talks about something else, anything else, she can just enjoy this.]

[ When she takes his hand he doesn't quite expect that. She had been a little scared before so that move comes as a surprise, but he doesn't mind it. If anything it makes Smith smile at her. He smiles and gives her a little nod as they start to walk. ]

A bit. I do a bit of yoga out on the front lawn, but I haven't gotten the full tour I'm afraid.

[ It's where he encountered another giant man. ]

Do I get the full tour from you?

[She looks up at him, a curious sort of confusion in her expression.]

Yo...ga? [She has no idea what that is.] I'm happy to show you around. Amaranth knows all sort of little hideaways. And he loves to hunt for fish at the lake.

It's um--a sorta exercise. Helps people in different ways. Clears your head. Keeps me flexible for work. People use it to help themselves get centered and all that. It's kinda hard to explain.

[ Especially because he's not your typical yoga person. He's not entirely sure if he believes in half the stuff about it, but it helps him stay limber. ]

So, really Amaranth is showing us around?

Could you show me? Not now necessarily, but some other time? I'd be interested to see just how it works. [Amaranth squawks in response to his name, trotting ahead of them, tail swishing in the air. He looks so proud to be a little tour guide.]

He says you shouldn't be so surprised. He know every inch of these grounds.

Sure. Would love to show you. If you want--[ He smiles to himself as he walks. ]--it can be a date? But only if you want.

[ He recognizes her situation is tricky and it likely requires a fair bit of thought before she agrees to things. ]

His memory is better than mine.

[Myri slows her steps a bit, putting some distance between the two of them and her familiar. He's a dirty eavesdropper, okay.]

I'd like that. [A date?? She's nervous about something like that, but... it seems like a nice idea.]

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