A/D: I don't own no shite of this. Not getting a single cent out of writing this. Don't sue!!
A/N: Flunked my smucking tests anyways. Damn! Hahaha… Me mam ain't too happy about the marks… I finally finished chapter 2. It was hardwork….So be NICE and review. Ke-pish?
XXXXXX"Do you have to go?" He asked for the third time today. I'm packing my garters and wondering whether to bring my spare boots. "D'Eon, we've been through this a thousand times. Yes. I have to go." I replied rather impatiently. I was about to say that he was being difficult when I saw him tussle off my bed and stood by the window, crossing his hands. I put my clothes down. They could wait. I wrapped my arms around him, nestling my chin on his nape. He shivered slightly. I kissed him softly behind his ear and whispered, "I'm sorry D'Eon. I cannot pretend I'm not excited about this. But I also will not lie, I'll miss you dearest one. I'll miss you…" here I turned him around to face me " I'll miss you with every single fibre of me. With every heartbeat. With every breath." I lifted his chin; wiping his tears away "You know I could never last long without you." I smiled sadly. He wouldn't look at me. "Don't worry, love. I'll be home soon. We'll be together again after this. I promise." He hugged me tight and sobbed; just like I wanted him to. "Promise?" I closed my eyes and leant into him, breathing deep.
"I promise."
That had been over a day ago. As we sat in the carriage, the only noise filling the void between us was the sound of hoof beats and rushing wind. At the port he hardly even stood near me. All he said was "Take care Lia." Take care Lia???? Is that the best he could do?? Hurt, I bit my bottom lip in order not to cry. I held back and nodded, looking away. As I turn to board the vessel bound for England, there came a shout, "Lia!!" I spun around; too fast. I almost tripped when he caught me in his arms kissing me. It was a gentle but forcefully passionate kiss. It was a butterfly's linger; the kind that was sweet, light and tender. That was how his kiss felt. It only lasted for a second but to me, it was as if everything had slowed down and turned down their volume. D'Eon broke apart and kissed my forehead, whispering, "You promised." And bounded off to the awaiting carriage.
My little brother was definitely little no more.
The kiss lingered on both my mind and my lips as we set course for England. Its sweetness was still there when we sailed into English waters. England herself came to greet me with thick mists rolling across the waters as we made port. I stepped off, taking everything in. It was still early in the morning. The fishermen I could hear from the distance, port men were shouting at a nearby ship, smells of fish and bread wafted to me. It was then I realised how hungry I was. I went into a nearby bakery and bought a loaf of bread and a jar of jam. The redheaded boy behind the counter kept staring at me, I don't know why. I asked if he knew where the Golden Horse Inn was, he just acted like a fish out of water. I was about to start swearing (which I don't do. Not very often at least) in French, when an older boy came out from the back holding a tray of freshly baked rolls. He, like his brother had flaming red hair and they stared at me as if I was an exhibit in a weird show.
"Thomas!! Stop blocking my way!!" A plump lady huffed.
She came out and stopped. She quickly wiped her hands on her apron and said politely, "Can I help you sir?" She too, was staring at me. "Err… yes. I was wondering on how do you get to The Golden Horse Inn." Her eyes roved on me, making me uncomfortable. She let a pause hang before answering, "It's just two shops down on the right." "Thank you." I said and quickly exited the shop. The English are absolutely weird. I wasn't wearing my sword on my side like I was supposed to. Instead, today I was wearing my vest and a pair of D'eon's trousers. I certainly wasn't letting my hair down; I'd worn it up in one of my boy caps. Then what ever could they have been staring at??
'Whatever it is, at least I'm here.' I shook the matter to the back of my mind. My first thought as I entered the Inn was 'Golden would have never wanted an association with this place.' It was all the opposite: - dark, grimy, damp, lacking of proper insulation and smelling of mouldy bread. It might have been just me not being used to such accommodations. 'Disgusting.' That's what D'Eon would've said. I smiled slightly. The bucktooth innkeeper, Tom looked me up and down. He smiled cynically and said that the room I requested is a sharing room. His smile grew when he asked whether I would mind sharing? "No." I answered. "I don't." I really didn't if the other persons did not. I'd nothing left to ponder about the male anatomy. Growing up with D'Eon had not left any doubts that men were just humans with sticks for their private areas.
I hadn't brought many things with me. A bag and a trunk was all I had here. I'd brought along one of my dresses, just in case. The room I was placed in had three beds. All lined up in a row. In was furnished simply with a door to the bathroom, a wardrobe and the beds. The one nearest to the door had already been occupied. Whoever it was was an immaculate person; his belongings were all stashed neatly away beneath the bed, his clothes were laid out on the bed in orderly fashion-breeches first, ties last. His mother must be very proud of her son.
I took the bed next to the window. From there I could here the gulls cry and the bustles of the people in the streets. I went for a bath. I wore the same clothes I had just now. Instead of wearing my own boy cap, I wore D'eon's. The ghost of his scent was still there, making my chest pound and hurt. I hadn't been away that long but it had already felt longer than forever. I wonder how was he? Was he well? Had he had a good day? Was he…? I wonder if he misses me. I breathe in deep. I twisted my hair and tucked it in.
I went downstairs to the conjoin pub. It was still in the afternoon so the patrons were few. I took a seat by the window. The interiors of the place matched its reception area. The bar counter was lined with a thick film of dust and the fire was just a mere flicker smoulder in the fireplace. Outside, the window showed tall dignified Englishmen walking with ladies in parasols. The street cobbler was busy hammering away at work. The light of the late afternoon sun filtered in, warming the seat and my hands.
"M...May I take your order, sir?"
I look up to see a young girl standing towering above me. She was a rather striking- bluebell eyed red head who annoyingly kept fluttering her eyelashes. If she was a few years younger, she'd look a lot like Anna. 'Sir?' I thought. 'She think I'm a…' I smiled silently to myself. "Yeah… I'd like an English plate and…." "A cup of coffee." I turned around in my chair too fast. The slow voice continued, "A glass of port wine for me would be fine." He stood there; an angel. He had shoulder length pale blonde hair that he wore loose. His almond shaped eyes twinkled as he smiled at me. "That will be all thank you." The barmaid took several seconds to register what he'd said before stumbling back to the counter. He waited for the girl to be out of earshot before he said in French "The White Horse grazes in the Valley." "He calls us to go for new suns." I smiled.
He took his seat silently opposite me. We didn't speak at all to each other while waiting for our orders to arrive. When the barmaid came with them, I noticed her blouse was pulled slightly lower to reveal part of her breasts. I found that extremely embarrassing. She looked adoringly from me to my companion. When it was obvious that neither one of us was paying any attention to her, she gushed, "Enjoy your meal." and hurried away. I stifled a small laugh. The young man was drinking from his glass. The English plate looked and smelt both inviting and enticing. "You have a rather interesting appetite, mademoiselle Lia." My fork dropped with a clang to my plate. "How did you know me?" I hushed. After all, I had not made much of an appearance in the King's court. The times I had had not been much of any attention. Except of course for that one time.
He merely shrugged, his lips slightly turned up in a secretive sort of smile. "You're swordplay with Jacques and deLaurent in the same night and fight was something you left that had been talked about in the court." He teased, "You've become quite a celebrity."
"You were there?"
"Of course. Le Secret du Roi was called to meet at Versailles. I was merely weaving in and out of the crowd when I saw you." He drank before continuing, "Naturally, I thought you must've been crazy to have wanted to do what we are doing. There is no glamour in this line of work." Hastily, he said, "Please don't be offended mademoiselle because I take back my earlier assumption. You were not only the most beautiful flower present there that night, but exceptionally talented as well." He lifted his glass like a toast.
Thank God it was dark in here. He couldn't see me blush. Well, not really see me blush. The only compliments I had ever gotten from the opposite gender was 'You're more lethal than poison Lia.' And so forth. They were from Teillagory and D'Eon. And they didn't count. Although D'Eon would make rather nice remarks about me, he was my younger brother. This compliment was from someone I'd only met minutes ago. Somehow, it made my heart beat a little faster than before.
"Thank you… Err…"
"Maximillian Robbspierre. Maxxy for shorts."
"Maxxy…" I smiled. I liked the way my tongue rolled out his name. He was what Genevieve would call 'A looker'. All things seemed to stop and slowed when he was around.
"You should really avoid that you know?"
"What?" I said a little high-pitched. He had suddenly brought me out of my thoughts and it was about him. I noticed that he kept throwing disgusted looks at my black sausage.
"That…black sausage thing."
I grinned and poked at it. I watched him stare in disbelief as I ate a piece and savoured its queer squishy texture. "Mmm! It's good!" I gushed. "What's wrong with it?"
Maxxy took a long sip while staring at the forbidden sausage. He looked at me with mischief in his eyes.
"It's made of blood. Cow's blood." He said in a serious tone.
"No way!" I laughed. "That's a very bad joke!"
He merely shrugged and jerked his thumb to the direction of the bar. "If you don't believe me, then ask her." The barmaid had obviously seen his thumb jerk because she was now bustling over. "Anything I can get you sirs?" She asked, each words lacing with sugary sweetness. "Err.. yeah. My companion here says that this delicious delicacy here is made of cows blood." She snorted and blushed. She smiled and said "Of course not! Cow's blood indeed!" She burst into a laugh.
I said to Maxxy in French, "See?"
When he merely tilted his glass at me, I picked up the remaining pieces of the forbidden sausage and started gobbling them down in a rather show off way.
The barmaid's laugh had reduced to giggles, "It's not cow's blood that's in there. It's pigs!"
XXXXXXI've ever tasted those stuff before. Thank god my mum didn't say anything because I spent 30 minutes as a slave to the toilet bowl. Damn! They taste soo damn good! Oo
So what did you guys think? I tried making Lia miss D'Eon. Did it work? Anyways, Chapter 3-The sun and the moon! D'Eon's POV!