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Aleks Erland
 Posted: Aug 27 2014, 12:02 AM
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The whispering and footsteps as bedpartners were chosen had long stilled in the seemingly endless halls of the manse Aleks Erland called home. The woman that had warmed his bed momentarily had been sent away, rather disgruntled that she had not been able to secure herself a husband as well as a lover. She had been heavier than he was usually wont to choose, and had a pretty pair of lips. She was skilled in matters no virginal bride should ever be skilled in, though that mattered not. He was not seeking a wife.

There had been one once, when he was younger, and certainly more foolish with his trust. He had known her since shortly before his father's murder. She had been younger than him by half a dozen years, and she had later watched silently as he, newly lorded, made his loyalty known to the new regime against his own better judgement. It had not been his choice to do that, not the choice of the angered and hurt fourteen year old lad who wanted nothing more than to watch as blood splattered across the floor as the pretender collapsed in death throes. Ashlyn had peered out from behind her mother's skirts at him and smiled encouragement. There was a kinship in that look, born of mutual anger, hurt, and grief. A seedling of revenge had begun to grow between them, and with it, a mislabeled emotion he called love.

He had been wrong. There was no love between them. Ashlyn had a penchant for behaving like a maid not a lady and Aleks had little patience for such as he wanted to move up the ladder, not down. Ten years after they were wed, he had been informed of the horrible accident. His wife and her son had been set upon by thieves and killed in a brutal and inhumane manner. It had seemed the boy had taken an arrow to the throat in some sort of crossfire, but Aleks knew the truth of that. The boy had been born with a horrific appearance, one Aleks could scarcely dare stomach. He was not a lesser man for wanting nothing to do with the child, he was a man after all, and men did not need to have a hand in infant rearing. That was the way of it when the boy became a toddler, and later a child. Calder Erland never knew his father's love, and never truly made the acquaintance of the man whose last name he carried. It had been the final nail in a failed marriage's coffin to find Ashlyn in bed with her maid and her maid's husband. A woman did not mingle with the help in such a fashion. Aleks had spent time mourning, probably not a sufficiently lengthy time, but much longer than the bitch deserved.

And then he went back to his life as if that little bump in the road had never happened. Some people seemed to believe he was in such deep grief or denial or even some combination of the two. Aleks just did not care. His wife and her son had been a detriment to his future and she had thankfully been relieved of her duties as lady of his household. It did not seem to hurt his get togethers in the least to not have a wife at his side. In fact, it probably helped. Sitting in his favorite chair, one elbow braced against the arm, he leaned forward in thought. Firelight flickered over his features, and he looked up at a sound that just began to register in his mind.

"Is there something I can do to assist you?" He spoke to someone he could not see and yet, he seemed unperturbed and unruffled. He had soft boots upon his feet, the leather soles a dark brown and near silent when he walked. His boots were better suited to the indoors than out. Dressed simply in a deep green tunic and buff breeches, his hair was a bit longer and more unruly than he would normally wear, but it had been a long night,

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Evianna Calix
 Posted: Aug 28 2014, 12:12 AM
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Doldrums took Evianna as the lovely blonde woman flipped through another book page, lips puckering in thought, brow creased. These parties bored her, she came simply for the act of being seen and leaving it all to the imagination who she slept with. She let them all wonder about her, played her cards tight to her chest, it amused her as people would give each other side long glances trying to figure it out and the game she was playing as they all bluffed their way of knowing something; in truth there was no one she kept warm, not a single soul. The illusion of being of being available but never being available. It made men want what they couldn't have.

Evi stared at the drapes, they were hideous...How could Aleks have such drapes in the library. Evi closed the book she had been reading, lounging across the satee. The book casually just left there as she strolled across the room to inspect the heavy drapes. Holding the dense fabric in her hands, eyes narrowed at the offending things; letting her eyes drift upwards to the thick rods that held the tapestry heavy material up. Sneering at the fabric and how it felt on her delicate hands.

Dual eyes fixated on standing candelabra that was near the drapes. She had no water to put a fire out but...well this party was just so dull. And a candle accidentally "falls" from the candelabra onto the bottom of the drape. It would take a few moments for the curtain to begin to flame, and she went back to grab the book and waited, watching the flames begin to crackle.

Smoke! and she ran from the room, dropping the book as if she noticed it suddenly while reclining and reading. Yelling, "Someone, water....water!" she held the hem of her long tawny colored dress, the petticoats rustling as soft leather slippers moved on the floors. "ANYONE" her voice raised as there was no one to be found, where were Alek's servants?!

Evianna got lost in the manse's corridors and stumbled into a great room and lo, there was her illustrious host. "The drapes in the library are on fire!" she exclaimed in a breathless voice.
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Aleks Erland
 Posted: Aug 31 2014, 03:04 AM
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The situation seemed one he could possibly assist with after all. His house was aflame. A tight line drew his lips together as he pushed effortlessly from the chair and moved with a quick step towards she who cried fire. Fires were not things any wished to hear in their home. Fire could destroy in mere minutes, and that it was in the library was rather disconcerting. While he did not find it a sanctuary of any sort, there were volumes and tomes that were priceless, some holding only sentimental value while others were one of a kind editions.

He could hear the beginnings of stirring in the hallway as servants sprang to action. It was not like his staff to be so entirely remiss in allowing an accident of this proportion to happen, especially with a houseful of guests. Aleks pinned this particular guest with a gaze, thoughts cataloguing the things he knew of her, and the things that were merely rumor. He was torn between the need to steady her and the need to protect his assets. Assets won out in rather short order, and so it was that Aleks' hand shot out to offer support to her arm, while leading her from the great hall and back towards the library.

There was a puddle of water that had obviously sloshed from some servant's bucket on the floor of the hall and he cursed under his breath. "Are you harmed?" He was not absolutely unattentive to her, just wanted to be sure not to lose the books, and more importantly the entire house. He had no idea the drapes had been so offensive as to cause pyromancy, or even arson, to occur. Such things as choosing fabrics and colors had been left first to his mother, and later his wife. In recent times his mother had once again had her way with the decor of the manse. As long as it did not offend his tastes, he did not usually give it a second thought.

An elderly servant sputtering apologies and bowing and scraping met them halfway to the library. He was rather certain he did not know how this could have happened and he would get to the bottom of this matter with haste. Aleks heard this as he pushed past the man, finally releasing Evianna's arm as his gaze quickly swept the interior of the library and the extent of the flames as much as he could through the smoke.

"Stay out here," he ordered her before pushing into the room himself, not considering for a moment she might not obey his command. Water was being used practically ineffectively amidst the sounds of coughing servants hurrying around. Aleks pulled his shirt up over his mouth and nose as he watched the flames lick higher as if seeking to avoid the liquid. Aleks, in what seemed a foolish move, reached for the drapes, attempting to dislodge them entirely. The carpet at his feet would be ruined as sparks rained down on it with each tug.
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Evianna Calix
 Posted: Aug 31 2014, 02:12 PM
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If Aleks could not help her with his house on fire, then he was incompetent and did not deserve the title of Lord Erland. Evianna had found most did not deserve their titles. Simply luck of fate for them that they had been born into a noble family, a family at one time someone had done something to deserve the title. Aleks gaze attempted to bore through Evianna as if he was trying to assess what he knew of her, asses the soul of a woman who liked herself to a ghost.

Cold and unfeeling, the hand that rested on her arm, bringing the woman with him. Inside the cavity of her chest, behind silk, linen, flesh and bone. Evianna's heart thrummed, a hand palpated over chest as she attempted to catch her breath. Stays of her steel cage, squeezed even tighter her small frame. Lungs unable to expand properly and draw in a deep breath commingled with the excitement of adrenaline coursing through her veins, high on the rush which was leaving her breathless.

"Are you harmed?" Lord Erland's voice asked, the vibrations of sound quivered her inner ear and carried the message to her brain. Slowly she nods, gasping for the sweet breath of life giving air. "Yes....I...I'm...okay" still trying to force air into her lungs. Damn the men for their freedom to not live in cages of steel, Evianna could not be without her stays. She had worn them so long, that when she was free from them; she was weak and just sitting up in bed was as struggle. The pain radiated in her lungs like fire and she finally managed to get a good breath. A hand resting against the wall once they stopped moving. Servants frantic, the book she had been reading laying in the middle of the hall floor.

About time they had galvanized themselves into moving. An older servant scraping, bowing stating he would get to the bottom of it. The bottom of a candle having a crack and falling onto the floor while Evi had been reading! Dangerous things, candles were...even more so open fire. She allowed herself to have a look of horror as Aleks said he was going in there.

"You must'n you might...." too late, in he went. Like the brave and bold man that he was. Smoke coiled and billowed out the open door and Evianna pressed herself flush against the wall. The sound of Alek tugging on the non-burning curtain panel and the rod shaking with the force of his tugs. Evi peered into the room, sparks licked higher; trying to race up the panel. The burnt smell of fabric permeates the air and Evianna could not just be a wall flower and helpless. Quietly she focused her gaze onto Aleks and bent her will on the flames that they not move so rapidly while he was trying to rip down the curtain.

She was far from helpless, all the power under her skin to send a manse up in flame. A servant came with a bucket of water and Evi snatched it from her. "Hurry and get more, don't dwaddle your masters library is on fire!" Evi snapped as the girl tried to protest a lady taking the bucket. Evianna ignore Aleks order to stay outside in the hall. Like hell. Who did he think he was?! The King?!

Granted it was his house, but she was Evianna Calix, a lady in waiting to the queen. She obeyed orders higher then his. Pulling rank she'd carry in the bucket to help douse the flames as he almost had the rod free. Evi draws the bucket back, tossing the splashing water and...it might or might not hit Aleks and the burning panel at the same time.

This post has been edited by Evianna Calix: Aug 31 2014, 02:19 PM
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