Apologies

[roughforkisses]

It is hard to sleep when one feels guilty. After the encounter with Marian, Silence had gone home and prayed, and thought, and prayed some more, and slashed at some perfectly innocent branches, gone for a ride, and finally killed a small dinosaur out of sheer frustration. As there are no Crusades to run off to, on the island, nor foreign kings to

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[rebellious_lady]

In the same vein, Marian had not slept much either. She had spent hours with her rosary, whispering to herself, trying to avoid her thoughts. It was only so successful and she kept thinking back to when he had pulled away from her, the look he had given.

When he came upon her that day she was training. She had her sword wrapped in material and was lobbing it against the pell in a vicious but calculated manner. the tunic and skit she was wearing did not impede her movement much, though she had considered putting on her Nightwatchman's garb that day.

His words pulled her out of the place she was, but the look she gave him was cold. "My Lord," the same words she had said a day ago, and yet an age in the difference of their meaning. "How can I assist you?"

[roughforkisses]

It disappoints him, that look, but does not surprise him. After all, most of his experience with women has been so, that they might one moment want a kiss, and the next want your head if you refuse them. He had not expected it of Marian; he supposes he should have.

"I came to apologise to thee," he says stiffly.

[rebellious_lady]

"You have no need to apologise. It was I that overstepped the bounds of what is proper. I should not have treated you as such, and for that I'm sorry." Marian looked away, unwrapping her sword to put it away. "It is nothing to do with you."

[roughforkisses]

"It is," Silence counters, softly but firmly. "And I would not lose our friendship over such a thing. I am afraid I have treated thee ill, but if thou wouldst consent to hear a short tale, I might explain."