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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Nov 18, 2014 2:57:06 GMT -5
Walking along the cobblestone road, he had a note in hand, folded and wrinkled with the many time it had been opened and refolded. Azure eye scanned the road, looking though the stalls in the market, scents such as fresh baked bread and cooked meat met his nose and he inhaled deeply. It had been so long since he had fresh meat and bread, so long since he had fresh anything that he was tempted to stop and enjoy himself before moving on. But he wouldn’t. There was something he was looking for, something that he hoped that would be liked and would be a good present for the couple. It had been a few years now since he had seen his brother, it had been a while since he was sure that his brother had wanted to see him. Matthew had left their shared pirate life a while ago, and people do change in times they are parted from those they were once close to. As much as he wanted to believe, he knew there was always a chance that he wouldn’t want to be seen. Last he had heard, the man had found himself a woman he cared for and wanted to be with. And while Francis was happy for his brother, who knew how this lady would take to his random appearance, still smelling like saltwater. Would she play nice around him while telling Mattie she shouldn’t stand him, or would she actually like him and welcome him into their home? This was the whole purpose of his looking for a gift for the happy couple. He did have some coin on him, though he should have had more. It was a matter of opinion and a disagreement of two men, but overall, Francis could consider himself lucky to have made it this far without a bullet in his back or a sword in his side. His pouchful of coin was more than enough given the circumstances.
Picking up a trinket of a type, he bargained with the man behind the stall and paid the man a few coins out of his purse, he tied it back to his belt and took the item in his hands and headed to the place that was written on the envelope. The Siren’s Treasure. Laughing quietly himself, he had to smile. Leave it to Mattie to have a tavern with this woman. Perhaps she was more than what he had thought. She would have to be, given that she had fallen for his brother. There was a test he could put her through, but he wouldn’t; Mattie would probably run him through himself and she would never trust him again. He would just have to trust his brother and let things go how they would.
After asking someone the directions to the Tavern, he headed there, tightening the tail in his hair to make sure none escaped and ruined the image he was trying to project. His clothes were in good order; he had a small pouch on his back of his other clothing. Stopping in front of the building, he sighed. It looked like his brother really had his life in order. He was being successful. Perhaps… just perhaps, he should look into doing the same thing. Look into finding someone of his own and settling down. Perhaps at first he’d stay here and help if brother if he could, before looking into finding a job somewhere else and saving up enough to get his own place. It was a good idea worth considering. With a final sigh, he took his courage in hand and walked into the tavern, looking for a familiar head of blond hair.
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Post by Matthew Williams on May 4, 2015 14:49:31 GMT -5
Luckily for his dear brother, the tavern wasn't a bustling place mid-afternoon. A few middle aged locals sat on bar stools conversing over wooden mugs of ale and some stragglers from lunchtime still lingered at a table or two doing much the same, but other than tending to their refill requests and commenting when brought into the conversation by a question, Matthew wasn't overly preoccupied even with Iris gone for the time being. She'd taken advantage of the slow hour and stepped out to place orders on what they were running low on, some of which she'd be able to bring back with her and some of which he'd have to fetch later or arrange to be brought in (depending on the weight of the goods). It wasn't usually an outing that took horribly long, but the ex-pirate couldn't keep from glancing at the tavern doors sometimes between interacting with customers, eager to see her return and brighten up the place again with her presence.
Imagine his surprise then when, after refilling some mugs for the patrons occupying a corner table and glancing toward the doors, a different familiar blond enters the tavern. Matthew nearly dropped the ale he was carrying. It's been a year since he last saw his older brother, having stopped sailing alongside him after having lost his animal companion and subsequently his nerve as a pirate. He'd often prayed for the other's continued safety aboard the ship he'd left, not having been able to write to him too often to know for sure or to update him on how he himself was faring for fear of his letters being intercepted and his past identity exposed, despite any anonymity measures he'd have put in place. He'd worked hard to erase traces of his pirate affiliations and had been able to establish a much more peaceful life for himself as a result, complete with successful business, honest income and an even more honest and sweet lass... and he could be robbed of all of that should his past be dug up by the wrong people, even now.
Perhaps knowing this or perhaps not, his brother thankfully didn't look the part of a wanted pirate and looked instead quite commonplace. Matthew would have recognized the owner of those blue eyes no matter what garb disguised the man underneath, however, having spent many a year growing up seeking reassurance in them through hard times. ".....Luis? T-That you?" His patrons weren't paying much attention to the unassuming newcomer and his shocked reaction to him anyway, being much more interested in their drinks and conversations, but the ex-pirate figured it was better to be safe and use his brother's pseudonym than to be sorry. The false name would at least make recognition of his brother as a pirate a bit less likely.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Jun 1, 2015 17:21:25 GMT -5
Taking his first steps into the tavern that Mathew owned, Francis started feeling like this was a bad decision. The feeling of dread deep in his gut, the one that always made him feel like he should be looking over his shoulder, it twisted in worry. His brother was trying to start again and couldn't afford to be recognized as a pirate, make a new life for him and the wife, but here Francis was, shoving his way in, hoping he could do the same. Sighing as he looked around, he frowned a bit. Everyone in his eyesight was wearing things that were a step down from Francis’ owns... hopefully this wouldn't draw too much attention to himself.
".....Luis? T-That you?"
Hearing a familiar voice with the familiar name with it, Francis turned his head and forced a smile to curl his lips as he faced his brother. His brother had changed; it was subtitle, but it was there. The lines of stress were no longer present on his face and he looked like he had reached a healthy weight again. His eyes actually held life, even if it was tinted with shock currently. This life on land had done his brother very well. Gripping the figurine carefully in his hand, he nodded, but didn't step closer; unaware if that shock was going to shift to a welcoming embrace or with a boot to the rear. Either way, at least this way he got to see his brother, see how much he had improved. Carefully lifting his hands, he held out the trinket, a little dancing bear made of glass, one that Francis had hoped that Matthew would like and hopefully make it a little easier to accept any apology that Matthew might want from him.
"I hope you have an extra room, Will? I've but this trinket and a few coins to my name, and a weary name it is at that, quite in need of a rest and some care?
He put that as a question, hoping he would take him in instead of insisting he go elsewhere. Francis didn't want to put his brother out and hinder his chances at a new life.
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Post by Matthew Williams on Jul 14, 2015 15:24:05 GMT -5
Matthew's eyes glazed over a bit as he took in the sight of the little glass figurine his brother held in his hands, fond memories and a longing for times past briefly occupying his thoughts. He remembered the day he'd found Kuma in a crate aboard a trader's ship they'd raided eight years ago, during his pirate days, and how he'd insisted upon caring for the frightened cub until they found themselves northward enough to try returning him to his frigid homeland. Leaving the poor thing on a ransacked ship or compassionately killing him had been out of the question as far as Matthew had been concerned, though he suspected even his brother had thought him ridiculous and impractical for wanting the cub on board instead of slain or left to starve. He'd had to promise their captain that he'd keep Kuma out of everyone's hair and keep an eye on him at all times lest he break into their food reserves, but by the time they'd circled back into northern waters many weeks later, his furry responsibility had still managed to make a dent in their food supply thanks to his sympathetic keeper sneaking him snacks while working in the galley.
Not even Matthew had expected Kuma to be reluctant to leave his side once back out on the icy tundra to the point of snarling and swiping at any who'd dared move to separate them, but it had probably been that display of teeth and claws that'd caused their captain to reconsider releasing the growing cub. The blond had received an ultimatum then: the young polar bear could be slain for its lashing out, or it could continue being raised aboard the ship on the condition that they'd both have to take on a more involved role in raiding and negotiating when Kuma got big enough to be truly intimidating. Having grown attached, there hadn't been much of a choice once again, but... after practicing hand signals/verbal commands and getting accustomed to each other over the span of the next few years, he and his furry companion had come to look out for one another (Kuma's protectiveness had even extended to Francis) and to take pride in striking fear in the hearts of those who would harm their friends. If only those glorious days at sea could have lasted...
Feeling himself on the cusp of that devastating memory of the day he'd lost his animal friend during a large & bloody skirmish on an island promising treasure, he pulled himself from memory lane and back into the present, where his brother was still waiting to be received by him. Not that the older blond should sound so hesitant asking for a room—he would always have room for blood.
"Of course. Feel free to rest in any room upstairs that you'd like, granted it's vacant," he replied with a soft smile, not quite able to say all he wanted to with others in the tavern but hoping Francis would read his happiness upon seeing him again in his tone for now. He wasn't sure it'd be wise to expose that they were family to just anyone, even while using pseudonyms, but he could see no harm in others assuming they were good friends. He thus stepped forward, reached out to take the offered figurine in hand, and placed his other hand on his brother's shoulder & squeezed it as a subtle gesture of fondness. "It's nice seeing you again, Luis."
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Jul 31, 2015 16:41:02 GMT -5
When the light as shined off the figuring in the shop, casting colors everywhere, Francis knew that Mattie would love it, even though he knew it would bring back some painful memories as well. Good memories were also to be had between all three of them, and it was these good memories that the blond had hoped his brother would remember and any associations with good things were what Francis needed right now. Blood meant a lot to the both of them, but heart sickness could do many things to a person, including feed bad feelings, letting them grow into something that could destroy the closest of bonds if the sickness wasn't eased and slowly healed. While deep down Francis knew from the few letters that Matthiew had indeed healed from those bloody encounters and heartbreaking loss, an immediate part of Francis had worried that he wouldn't want to be seen, seeing as he was a living reminder off all that had happened in their lives and all that they both had lost. The bear was a gift, a bridge of type, a way to give his brother back his beloved bear, even if in memories if not in person, yet.
Azure eyes watched violet as emotions danced through them, ranging from the loss to sickness to longing to fondness and everything in between before they came back to the present and settled on himself. Hardly breathing, Francis wasn't sure how much longer he could go before words were said, but he was thankful that his brother seemed to understand exactly how he was feeling and kept himself the same as he always had. The smile that graced his younger man's face and his warm tone told Francis all he needed to know.
"Of course, Feel free to rest in any room upstairs that you'd like, granted it's free. Its nice seeing you again, Luis."
Felling the warmth of the hand on his shoulder, and the feelings that grew with the words and the squeeze, he knew it would all be alright. He was home again.
"I've got much to catch you up on, Will. But it can wait till we're both free for a moment. I'll take the room thankfully, and.... and I'm just glad to see you well."
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Post by Matthew Williams on Apr 24, 2016 21:09:16 GMT -5
Pocketing the delicate figurine, Matthew's gaze softened. "As am I glad that you look to be doing well too." Sure his brother's face looked a little worn from time and combat at sea, but otherwise he looked well kept in the clothes he'd chosen for this visit and more importantly, he looked to be all in one piece.
The ex-pirate then lowered the hand that'd been resting on Francis's shoulder and smiled somewhat proudly; it wasn't everyday he got to show his brother what he'd made of his life since leaving the pirating business, after all. "As for your room, if you'll just follow me please?" With that, he led the other over to the side of the bar, from behind which he produced a key with the number 6 carved into it that he proceeded to give to him. Then he turned to gesture toward where the rooms were located, along an adjoining hallway. "We don't have many rooms, but most of them are to be found down that hall. Why don't you go get yourself settled in? My other half should be back soon—with her relieving me, I should be able to come see you there shortly to catch up. If I'm taking too long though, feel free to come back to the proper for some ale and grub."
Hopefully he'd be able to talk to Francis in the privacy of the room he'd provided him. Since it was far from closing time and the tavern was still accommodating lingering customers, they'd have to be vague if forced to fill each other in out here during business hours. Matthew wanted to hear about his brother's travels and how the pirate life had treated him this past year though, so tiptoeing around the use of pirate-associated words for the sake of anyone potentially listening just wouldn't do.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Dec 9, 2016 8:45:22 GMT -5
“As for your room, if you’ll just follow me please?”
Francis did move to follow him and take the key in the same motion. In his hand, he held it tight, making sure it wouldn’t slip by accident or be taken. It shouldn’t be taken from him, but old habits were hard to break when you had taken to holding onto precious things in your sleep. Smiling at Matthew, he couldn’t help but smile. It was so good to hear his voice again… to hear any voice that wasn’t yelling orders. He needed his brother and this just proved it. He was so weary. Weary of fighting, of being alone with no allies. This just proved to him how much he needed his family, he needed someone around that understood him and what he was going through. And while what he was going through wasn’t as bad as what Matthew had, it was bad for himself.
"We don't have many rooms, but most of them are to be found down that hall. Why don't you go get yourself settled in? My other half should be back soon—with her relieving me, I should be able to come see you there shortly to catch up. If I'm taking too long though, feel free to come back to the proper for some ale and grub."
Shaking his head, he just shrugged, keeping his hands to himself. He wanted to hug him close and not let go, but he couldn’t do that yet. They had to wait until they could be alone. They needed time to talk and to just be themselves around each other. They needed to let the guards down and to not worry about someone hearing something they shouldn’t… and yet, he didn’t want his brother to interrupt his hard earned life just for his errant brother that just showed up on the doorstep with only a trinket to offer. It was hardly fair for him to put his brother in danger again… but Francis knew that he had nowhere else to go.
“Non, no worries. If you can’t get off, it can wait. I might nap in the meantime… it has been so long since I’ve gotten a decent night’s sleep. It’s hard you know. But go work and I’ll be fine, you have a job and a life here to take care of, and I have slumbering man calling my name, ready to draw me into a sleep that shall be fit for the wicked ey? Come get me when you’re able.”
He laughed at his own joke at the end before doing a mock salute and turning around to go find his room, his key still firm in hand. Once at the right door, he unlocked it and entered in, immediately locking it after him. Hopefully his brother would have the sense to knock before entering, making sure he was awake enough to not attack and ask questions later. He didn’t trust his reflexes that much. In fact, if it were anywhere else, the nice chest that was at the end of the bed would be in front of the door, blocking entry. But not here, not when he was expecting his brother. But he was looking forward to talking, to building the bridge back up to proper working order that had decayed and felt like it was starting to fall apart due to neglect and misuse. It would be set right, of that he was sure.
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Post by Matthew Williams on Jan 16, 2017 19:39:34 GMT -5
Matthew nodded, his expression apologetic, as his brother turned & headed for the room he'd been granted for the night. Catching up would have to wait until Iris's return, so he turned his attention back to attending to their customers' desires as best he could, whether that was keeping the ale flowing, the food coming, or renting more rooms to weary travelers. Cooking was his specialty & usually his main duty, & his wife's was waiting tables though she helped with renting rooms as well, but he liked to float around helping with serving ale and bringing food out too when able. That kind of presence helped foster rapport with their customers. Fortunately business at the tavern was still relatively slow half an hour later when Iris returned from placing those last minute orders. Confident that she & their other waitress could handle the amount of people still lingering because suppertime was still a ways off, he gently pulled her aside to tell her that Luis had walked in earlier & ask that she cover for him for a little while. He doubted anything would happen in his absence, but he also told her to come get him if something did happen... and if she couldn't, he secretly payed one of their more burly regulars from time to time to pitch in should she ever need help when he wasn't there, for peace of mind & just to be safe. Seaside taverns could be dangerous, what with the kinds of people they sometimes attracted, & the amount of ale some folks consume. The friend he'd hired wasn't there currently, but he recognized most of the people still finishing up their orders and Iris insisted she'd be fine if he went to see 'Luis'. Just having to accept that & trust it'd prove true, Matthew thanked her & kissed her on the cheek before turning to head for his brother's room. He knew well enough to knock once there, as they'd both spent too much time at sea among the worst of the worst to react well to being surprised. "Luis?"
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Jan 21, 2017 9:47:25 GMT -5
Francis didn’t mind that his brother had to stay behind and that he had to find his room himself. Honestly, it would give him a few minutes to watch everyone, eye ever corner and alcove along the way. He knew that he could trust Matthew, he did trust him with his life, but habits were hard to break once they became second nature. It was this that he was hoping to break while he stayed here; the hair-trigger that he was currently on that would lead to him acting first and asking questions later… perhaps it hadn’t been a good idea to come to a civilian population after all, he could really hurt someone. Sighing once he unlocked his room, he locked in immediately behind him and stood with his back to the door as he scanned the safe room. None of his instincts were warning him, but he knew he had to lay them to rest otherwise he would drive himself crazy. Slowly he stripped the bed and piled the covers in a chair before satisfied that the bed was safe. Getting on his hands and knees, he looked under the bed before nodding and getting up, huffing at how ridiculous he knew he was being. Francis knew he was still high strung, so he tried not to be too annoyed with himself. Making the bed up again as best as he could, he moved to look through the trunk at the end of the bed. Once he was done searching the room, he knew he could finally rest easily. It wasn’t that much longer after he had laid down to close his eyes for a moment that he finally heard a knock on the door. He stayed as still as he could, barely breathing as he stared at the door, waiting for some clue as to what would happen. Carefully, without realizing what he was doing, one hand started reaching for the dagger that hung at his waist still. "Luis?"Sighing as it was just his brother, he rolled off the bed and made his way over to the door. Unlatching it, he was sure Matthew heard but he opened it just a bit, a clue for him to come in. Walking over to the bed, he sat down and waited, wondering how this was going to go. Despite the welcome he had downstairs, he was still nervous, just waiting for the shoe to drop. “I take it Lily made it back safely?”
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Post by Matthew Williams on Feb 13, 2017 0:02:20 GMT -5
Matthew quietly made his way inside the room when it was opened slightly for him, and made sure to shut it securely behind him. The walls of this room in particular had been made pretty soundproof because he'd foreseen the need for a safe space to discuss possibly incriminating pirate business, but that precaution would do little good if the door wasn't closed properly. Once it was, he relaxed against it and nodded.
"Oui, she's back & good to run things out there for a bit, which gives us time to talk." The ex-pirate was glad for that too; a lot could happen to a person at sea for a year, especially when living the dangerous life of a pirate, & he wanted to know how his brother was holding up. Not having to worry about his younger brother's safety this year must have been a plus, but... it must have been a somewhat lonely year too, not having him there to support him through the rough times. "I have so many questions, brother. What brings you to port? Are you still on with that captain of ours? How've you been?" Realizing he was bombarding the other a bit, Matthew refrained from posing any more questions and backpedaled, speaking a bit more softly. "...That last question being the most important. You look to be in one piece, but one can never be sure when the scarring oftentimes ends up happening up here," he elaborated, gesturing to his noggin, "...in our line of work."
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on May 10, 2017 15:12:53 GMT -5
Francis could only nod as Matthew closed the door behind him, glad that he still remembered how secret they needed to keep some things. Of course Francis knew he would remember, but he was also having problems keeping himself from being skeptical and doubting pretty much everything.
“I have so many questions, brother. What brings you to port? Are you still on with that captain of ours? How have you been?”If he would have been in a better mental state, he would have laughed at how many questions Matthew had for him. The younger one wasn’t usually as talkative as he was being and it was endearing to some degree. It showed that he missed him, and told a lot more than he thought it would. “That last question being the most important. You look to be in one piece, but one can never be sure when the scarring oftentimes ends up happening up here, in our line of work”
Nodding his head for his brother to have a seat too, he just shrugged. There was so much to tell him, but there wasn’t a good starting point. “I’m…. relatively alright.. I think. The last year has been hard….my reflexes are high strung, I’m afraid of hurting people by accident. I’ve had to watch my back around the clock. Our old captain is no more, he was killed in a raid, and a new one took his place, one that didn’t like me. It’s been hard Matthew… And what brings me to port is I can’t stay on that ship anymore… so I left with much less gold than I should have had, but I had to get out…. Do you… “ He hesitated for a moment before moving to run his hands through his hair, a sign of frustration and near desperation as he dropped his outer mask and let Matthew really see, he let himself relax a bit to show how haggard he really was. “Would you let me stay here for a while? I can give you what gold I have left to help pay for room and board. I need someone who understands, who can help me decompress…”
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Post by Matthew Williams on Jun 8, 2017 22:34:14 GMT -5
Matthew crossed the room to sit in the chair opposite the bed when given the go-ahead to take a seat, only to learn as Francis finally opened up that his initial assessment of his brother’s wellbeing had been off the mark. On top of what was being said, he could see it, now that they were alone & had no need for pretenses; his face did indeed show signs of stress & fatigue. He’d probably pressed on in that tense state for weeks, if not months, too. He found himself wanting to tell Francis he should have left sooner & been spared all that, but only because it hurt to hear what kind of a year he’d had, and to see that impact written in his features & the way he held himself. Instead, Matthew shook his head. “Sorry brother, but I’m not taking a single coin from you. You’ll stay here free of charge for the time being, and if you really feel you must repay us, you can help with tavern upkeep from time to time.” He could have phrased that as an offer, but he didn’t feel like making this sound negotiable. He didn’t want Francis trying to fend for himself elsewhere, or joining another crew out of necessity without any time to recover from this past year at sea. He wanted him here, where he knew he was safe & able to recuperate. Fearing he might’ve come off more firm/impersonal than he’d actually intended to sound, however, he softened his expression & his tone. He couldn’t imagine it’d been easy for his brother to voice needing his help like this, after all. “... There’s no shame in asking this of me, you know. We’re family, & I would have offered regardless.” Then a small smile made its way onto his face, as he continued. “It would actually make me happy, if you stayed a while... & I’m sure Iris would be thrilled to have you around as well. She’s heard so much about you; all good things, I assure you.”
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Jun 30, 2017 20:12:15 GMT -5
"Sorry brother, but I’m not taking a single coin from you. You’ll stay here free of charge for the time being, and if you really feel you must repay us, you can help with tavern upkeep from time to time.”Francis could accept those terms, so he just nodded and made a conscious decision to relax his body, starting with his back. He just now realized he was sitting like the pirates did on the ship, half hunched over, legs spread, ready to jump up at a moment’s notice. Breathing in deeply, he closed his eyes and set up straight, face distorting a bit as muscles protested then he nearly sighed as they released, an easy feeling coursing through his muscles now. He didn’t realize how tense he was, and how much his muscles might be playing into his jumpiness. Either that or he was trying to make himself feel better by imagining it.
“There’s no shame in asking this of me, you know. We’re family, and I would have offered regardless.”“Merci Mattie…. I know it’s not easy, and I’ll do my best… just... I just need some rest. Some good rest where I don’t have to worry about any knives in the dark or anything else. I know I can get that here… though… I’ll stay behind the scenes; you don’t need me dealing with customers for a bit. I’ll clean the rooms and such, at least until I can get my reactions under control.”There was something else he wanted to ask his brother, but he wasn’t sure how he would take it. Francis wasn’t sure how he would do in a totally strange place at night, especially if he woke up from a nightmare and there was nothing to remind him that he was safe. It might not be safe for Mattie… but they had both dealt with each other through worse, and he was sure his brother would be able to handle him if he started getting out of line.
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Post by Matthew Williams on Jul 7, 2017 13:50:59 GMT -5
Matthew nodded, knowing all too well how hard it could be to shake the hyper-vigilance & jumpy survival reflexes that were crucial to a pirate at sea but somewhat misplaced on land. It wasn’t that such things couldn’t still be useful, as it wouldn’t do for a pirate (or an ex-pirate) to completely relax & forgo caution while on solid ground; rather, they made being around typical folk who didn’t mean any harm sometimes dangerous. Heck, when he’d first left pirating he’d even spun on Iris occasionally, poised to seriously defend himself because she’d approached quietly as she was naturally apt to do & startled him. It had taken months to relax & dull some of those instincts the pirate life had instilled in him, for Iris's safety & blending in purposes. “Take all the time you need. There’s no better place for a rest, & behind the scenes help is still help that’s appreciated,” he reassured, knowing that Iris would be grateful for any assistance in making sure the rooms stayed tidy. He could understand his brother not wanting to help out out-front around their customers so fresh off the ships... even parading around as his alternate identity Luis, his way of carrying himself like a coiled spring ready to snap up with quick reactions might be a bit telling of his background. Noticing then that his brother looked to be on the verge of bringing up something else but hesitating, Matthew decided to gently prod him. “ Is there anything else we can do to help you relax while here?” he asked sincerely, hoping to encourage Francis to share what was on his mind. “You know you can always ask.”
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Aug 9, 2017 21:26:03 GMT -5
“Take all the time you need. There’s no better place for a rest, & behind the scenes help is still help that’s appreciated,”“Merci Matthew, you don’t know what that means to me to hear you say that… I was partially afraid that you were going to turn me out at first sight….”He let himself relax more, as much as he could as he continued to think. He could do much behind the scenes. He was always good at cleaning and organizing, and being able to do it in peace and quiet without much fuss was right up his alley. He would just have to learn what needed to be done for each room and whatever else he needed to do, but that was no hardship for him, he always was a quick learner. “Is there anything else we can do to help you relax while here? You know you can always ask.”Biting his lip for a second, he sighed. Leave it to his brother to be able to read through him and see when he was wanting to ask something, or when he had something on his mind. This was part of the reason why he was here. His brother knew him well enough to know when he needed something before he knew himself sometimes. He just nodded as he thought on how to phrase what he wanted to ask. It seemed a strange request to him, but perhaps, it wasn’t so strange after all. Would Matthew be expecting a request like this? “I do have something else… but feel free to refuse. I don’t know this place yet… and I’m still high strung. Would you be willing to stay with me a few nights while I get used to it here? I’ll understand if you say no as it might be dangerous if I wake out of a nightmare and not remember where I am… but… I figure you’ve been around me long enough to be able to handle me, to know how to get through to me in those situations….”
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