Capt. Sterling

caretaker

“Glad I am then to hear such.” He could not help but smile “As to mine small clothes and stockings, I fear I would be at a loss to wander back into port without them in tow. My father once tried to have me committed, I would not wish to give him the ammunition to succeed in a second attempt to have me locked away. Perchance then I should stay a bit longer?” When she fixed her gaze with his, he found himself not willing to back down but continued rudely to look into her eyes. Before he could curb his tongue, he found himself blurting out, “As I find the company most enchanting.”

Angels

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marooned...

oops, randy thoughts.... um disposed

weary

fidget

caged

He listened to the sounds that filtered in through the open window and grew more inquisitive as to his surroundings. He was not ready yet to stir from the bed provided for him but his mind, growing more and more clear, was becoming more fixed in the sphere of curiosity. He finally rolled onto his side to face her. “Good morning Lady,” he whispered. “I pray thou has spent the past night in some form of slumber. I would hate to see thee take my place once I am on my feet again.” He found himself not only feeling better but more bold as well, his good eye moving over his rescuer’s form, pleased to take in such a pleasant sight first thing. “Perhaps I shall ease thy burden and depart later this day then thy household may return to it’s intended habit.” When he was content with his fill of her, he looked about the room. His hat, boots, coat and gloves, brushed and laid upon a cane chair in the far corner. “Perhaps I might inquire as to the rest of my clothing?” And he could not help but drink her in once more.

caught

Aurore read the weariness on Sterling's features, "Perhaps it would be best if you not concern yourself for the moment. More rest seems of greater import for now." He did as she suggested and closed his eyes, the first time to sleep without dreams whether good or corrupt. It was dark when he was awoken and encouraged to try and eat. The same young girl he had witnessed earlier, who had come in an attempt to change the bed linens, sat, almost nervously, beside him now with a simple broth. She helped him to sit up and already he felt better. The medicines slowly beginning to take their affect, his fever lower and his mind, with rest, more sober in its faculties. He could not stomach as much as the girl had hoped to tell her mistress, but what he had finished was well enough…. Already the fight was re-establishing itself in him. For once again, the poor girl was sent away without making the bed up as instructed, for she could not produce a robe de chambre with which guest would not remove himself from the bed without. With something finally to fill himself, he quickly grew weary, the sounds of low voices murmuring, like a soft music, soon had him fast asleep again. Sterling would sleep then until almost morning. When he awoke the lady would be in the chair besides his bed, once again at the post she had chosen to place herself in, watching him carefully lest his fever return in full force once more.

ugh! Midnight

didn't know that... interesting! nice hat

Hector

olive branch

Sterling seemed to ease back into the embrace of pillows and ticking. He was astonished by how content he suddenly felt now that she had consented to his request. “I thank thee, Mistress Devareaux. Tis comforting to know the name of one who has come to be my saviour. Thou art too kind.” And yet she had stirred his curiosity as well…. There was more to her than she was willing to confide. Again he thought himself foolish. Surely she had done enough just by stopping to see to him earlier on, must she now tell him her life history as well? He tried to concentrate on business matters of importance. “Yes, thank thee, I would be most grateful if word could be sent to my steward… a Mr. Josiah Symms. He is as doting, or annoying ,” he actually chuckled softly to himself. “As any nursemaid but he is old and I do not wish to cause him concern. I fear when I took leave this morning, I left him no word. He will have the militia out searching if he does not hear soon enough. I shall leave all the other matters in his hands except one…if thee would be kind enough to also include that a note from Admiral Morgan came to me this day…” he frowned deeply. “I did not have the opportunity to read it myself… Mistress McKinney…” he stopped… how to word this correctly was beyond him in his current state. The mere mention of the actress’s name would no doubt send Symms into a frenzy. He pressed the heels of his hands hard against closed eyes… “Perhaps later,” he whispered. “I fear I cannot think….”

canopied bed

He was almost startled by her question. “My…my deepest..,” he mumbled in surprise then shook his head as if to clear it. My God, there were so many things he could give such a title to… his health, his child, no, now children, the ‘Angel, her crew… Cate, Lilly, peace with his father… He watched her for a moment, as the last rays of sunlight fell upon her through the open window. A golden hue dancing about her slender form, caressing the warm russet curls that cascaded down to the small of her back, until she looked as if she was lightly dusted with gold dust. Before he could think further upon her query, he spoke it… “To know thy name.”

cottage for two

“Well then,” he said his voice lowering. “I would be most grateful if thee would pen my will for me.” The words, simple enough, hit him hard. It was not something he had ever thought to say so early in his life… “I have a young daughter that will need reassurances if anything should …if things do not care to right themselves this time.” He fell quiet once again. He could hear voices down below. Twas obvious the house was a busy one and yet he did not care to eavesdrop, something he would have been all too intent on, if the circumstances had been slightly more customary. He moved slowly, scratched his forehead somewhat before he whispered. “It appears I have a son now as well.”

Manx

He was quiet for some time before he answered his caretaker. It would only serve his best to at least try to put his thoughts together first before he opened his mouth so foolishly again. My word, but his entire life had seemed to turn itself completely on ear since he had encountered the actress once more. He sighed and turned his head to look at the lady beside him. It struck him that this time she was kind enough to sit where he could view her most comfortably…. Unlike when she had come to his aide in the field. Of course there was not time to be concerned about such details then…. “I asked your name, nothing more,” he explained. “When I saw you and your companion it brought back to remembrance bits of what had occurred out in the fields.” He shrugged slightly. “I fear it is not all clear to me as of yet…. But I recall certain languages although, I suppose, not well enough… I am sorry twas just a conjecture on my part. Again I do not wish to offend thee. Instead, I am indebted to thee for thy help.” He shifted uneasily. “Perhaps thee would be so kind as to send word to my steward… he shall arrange to have someone come and fetch me and take this wretched inconvenience from thy house.” He lowered his eyes, had he been staring? “In spite of my present condition, I still have matters of importance that I must oversee back in town. There are a number of people who… who rely on me.”

Lifeguards (Household cavalry)

intervals