Capt. Sterling

reverence

despair

"Good then," he said, his voice suddenly catching. He thought to stab a finger inside his cravat and tug it lose but he was not wearing one. He made himself to swallow, trying to alleviate the tightness in his throat. He was all to aware of her hand upon his arm, like fire far warmer than any fever. "Glad am I of this," his voice barely a whisper. He was the first to move, his fingers, beneath her chin, slipped gently from their place and smoothed along her jaw to her cheek. His heart began to gallop frantically as he looked down at her. She did not move and so, he leaned to her and kissed her.

memorial

Twilight of the gods...

Loki

“What is it?” Sterling asked as she seemed to hesitate. A sudden fear seized him. This was not his first bout with this particular illness, surely she could not have contracted anything from him. “What is it Lady?” he asked, returning close to her side. He dared to touch her again, his fingers beneath her chin, tilting her face to his. “My care has exhausted thee, has it not?” he asked. “Mayhaps I should let thee go to thine own bed and rest as well.”

Raven *did you know at first it was a parrot?

never would

James Barrie (sp)

Starlight

"Thank thee then Lady," he said. He took her hand in his and raised it to his lips. A gentle kiss, a small token of his gratefulness. "I do not deserve a second chance but I am all too pleased that thee are kind enough to allow me thus. I hope, given time, I can show thee I am not the complete oaf...perhaps, God willing, I may even make thee proud of knowing me." He allowed her hand to drop gently to her side. He had said his piece, made his apologies and had been, somewhat, forgiven... he should have felt relieved. He should have heaved a comfortable sigh, he did sense a glimmer of hope, and yet he still mainly felt tense and he was almost frightened to open his mouth to say more. He turned away from her, placing his garments on the foot of the bed, tugging the sheet once more as tightly about him as he could. "I suppose I should allow the poor girl to come and change the linens as well," he said. "I fear I may have terrorized her with my behaviour." He looked over his shoulder at the lady. "If I may be bold and ask for something to eat to break my fast.. perchance I may be even bolder to ask thee to join me? and perhaps that book?"

Heaven

He cleared his throat, rather loudly. "Thank you.. merci," he mumbled. He had watched her, his sight glued on her as she moved to chase the impressive bird from the room. Unlike most women he knew, she showed not the least fear at such an animal suddenly making itself at home in her house. He tried to hide the smile that now tugged at the corner of his lips but couldn't. "Befriend all one eyed helpless creatures then do thee?" he chuckled. And then he moved to her. Once again he reacted quickly and he accomplished closing the gap between them before he could even think of what he was doing. He looked down at her. "Lady, Mistress, verily I have made a complete fool of myself this day. I wish I could turn back the clock and correct the errors that have caused thee pain. Mayhaps I could ... stay... a bit longer and make amends?" There he had said.

sky rocketed

At first his eyebrows knit together at her offer and his lips only mouthed the word.."what?" To say it was the last thing he expected.... he raked one hand through his offensive locks. She had a very valid point... "Ah...." He had gone from poverty to riches, knighted, a favorite of Queen Mary (although perchance not her husband), back to holes in his pockets, scraping for every coin, or begging Mother Rose for loans. Through it all he had managed to keep his ship afloat. He had been captured and although eventually ransomed, had not crumbled to the will of those that kept him from his freedom. He believed those three years had actually made him stronger in character, if not in body. He had been successful as a privateer, yes at times maybe not wealthy but he had managed to keep his daughter in silks and monkeys, and the very best of tutors... And his crew had never suffered for want. And yet, now, when faced by this young woman, he had fumbled every time he opened his mouth. Now he did not know what to say, all he knew is that he wished he could take back all most all of the things he had said to her, but most of all his angry request to return to town. He looked at his breeches and shirt, laying on the floor since they had been so rudely tossed, and hurried over to pick them. When he turned back to look at her, his clothes held behind his back as if he were trying to hide them, she was looking up at him. "Non," he said, then winced slightly. "I mean.. yes.. BUT, I do not wish to put thee to any trouble...although I could do with ... I must be.. Aye a bath would be a comfort... thank ye..." My God, she had reduced him to a complete buffoon.

extreme

flood

running over

returning for more

hunger

wanting

He straightened, his boots left slumped against the chair legs. Akwardly he tugged the sheet back into place as he looked at the small lass framed in the doorway. "Aye Lady? Oui?" he replied.

lacking

cravings