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| Arrivals; 10 July 1751 {Edrington & Lynette} | |
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| Topic Started: 28 Sep 2008, 07:13 PM (505 Views) | |
| Lynette | 28 Sep 2008, 07:13 PM Post #1 |
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It was a clear, bright day with a pleasantly cooling breeze which took the edge off of the hot Caribbean sun. It was a relief to anyone who was forced to wear the cumbersome and restrictive garments of the day and age, and anyone who was unfortunate enough to have to struggle out of a small rowboat in full skirts. Lynette bit her tongue to refrain from letting loose with some very unlady-like oaths as no less than three men assisted her out of the boat. Once she was out, they moved to get her luggage, which they kept oddly referring to as 'dunnage' or something close. Sailors...they had such peculiar sayings. And manners, she thought, as she caught one of them staring at her for a bit too long. He gave her a grin and went back to work. She shook her head, and then looked around the dock area in Kingston. It wasn't very impressive. At least, no where's near as impressive as all the warfs in London, nor Portsmouth when she had been there. It seemed like a small little dirty area. It seemed almost like foreign country, minus a few patrols she saw. Speaking of the patrols of the men in red coats... She scanned the area, looking for any sign of her husband amongst the crowds. No single figures in red coats stood out, nor any carriages to take her and her baggage home with her. To her new home. Her husband had failed to show up. She knew that there was no way that he could know exactly when she would arrive, traveling by boats was imprecise when it came to time. It was hardly as reliable as even the post...but one would think that he would be eager to see his wife. He wife whom he hadn't seen for a long time, him leaving for Jamaica almost immediately after they were married. A wife who'd had a horrible and dreadful journey on that boat, barely sleeping, on a stinky vessel with rude and coarse men, and a maid who was dull and tedious company and no one she could really speak to, and all this was just too much for her. She dabbed lightly at her eyes, furious that after that whole trying ordeal, it just wasn't getting any better. |
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| Major Lord Edrington | 30 Sep 2008, 12:26 AM Post #2 |
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One of the privates had been sent up to his office to inform Edrington that a vessel had arrived, called the Swallow which was carrying a passenger currently standing on the docks and waiting for him. Edrington stared at him in confusion for a few moments while he tried to work out who it was who was supposed to be arriving that he'd care about. If it were someone who was part of the company, he would have been told straight out who it was, and only if it was relevant. And as far as he could see...has the rest of the 29th come back? That could explain things, though why take a ship? They could simply march from Port Royale. It wasn't as fast as taking a ship, depending upon the tides. This just seemed to be getting more confusing the more he thought about it. "She said that she would wait until you arrive to meet her." Meet....her? Definitely getting more confusing. "I'm sorry," Edrington said, looking at the private like he had grown another head, "Who is awaiting me?" The private grinned, "yer wife, sir." "Oh," Edrington said, "I'd forgotten she was coming..." He stood, "I suppose I'd better go get her." |
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| Lynette | 11 Oct 2008, 03:48 PM Post #3 |
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Lynette leaned again one of the posts, alternating from dabbing at her eyes with her handkerchief, and wringing it furiously, imagining that it was her husband's neck. Her maid had attempted once or twice to engage her in conversation, noting her mistress' distress, but she had silenced her with a glare. Honestly...what did she possibly have to talk to her maid about? It wasn't like the woman could ever understand what she was going through. She had been warned about her husband. When she had first been informed that he was potentially to be her husband, she was ecstatic. He was high ranking, kind, gorgeous, and no doubt ready to rise quite high. He was the perfect match. Absolutely perfect. Her mother would shake her head at him when his name was mentioned, but stood fully by her father that a marriage between the two of them was in their families' best interests. She had been excited to tell her few friends, but was surprised at their reaction. She had been waiting for them to be jealous, upset that she was the most likely candidate of them all to ensnare him...but they just giggled. Two of them, Mary and Charlotte had exchanged knowing glances and giggled. Mary had let slip that her brother knew him quite well, which had prompted a fit of giggles from everyone else, and Lynette couldn't help the feeling that there was a large joke and she was the only one who didn't get it. Perhaps this is what they were jesting about. Her husband couldn't be bothered to show up on time for his wife. As a carriage approached, and came to a stop she glared furiously at the driving, hoping that he hadn't been sent by her husband to simply pick her up. That would just be so wrong! Her husband stepped out and the first thing he did was offer to help her into the carriage. No words saying, "I'm sorry," "I love you," "It won't happen again," so she felt it was rather understandable why he now had a handprint on the side of the face when she lost control of her temper. |
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| Major Lord Edrington | 28 Oct 2008, 08:18 PM Post #4 |
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Edrington backpedaled when Lynette's hand came into contact with the side of his face. He was a bit surprised...not that he had been slapped, he was fully aware of how he was not all that good when it came to relationships with women, what rather surprised him was that it was Lynette of all people, who did slap him. He'd never thought that it would be something she would ever do. She always seemed so young, timid, innocent...not like the wenches who were willing to hit you if your gaze so much as started to drift down from their face. Not that he had that issue, of course. "I'm sorry, Lynette," he said, trying to look contrite. He was sorry...that he got hit, but not really that sorry about being late, after all--how could he know when exactly she was to arrive? It's not like they kept messenger pigeons on board to inform them when they were about to arrive. He did know he was playing with fire here...if she suspected that his apology was not sincere...well he'd have to burn that bridge when he got to it. Cross. Cross it, not burn it. At the look off her face, it seemed she wasn't convinced, so he had a few seconds to make a snap decision. He reached forward and took her hand and pull her forward into and embrace. He leaned over into her ear and whispered. "I have missed you greatly." He pulled back from the embrace, and she didn't look like she was about to hit him anymore so he offered her a hand up into the carriage. She accepted and while he helped her in her luggage was gathered and secured on top. He then assisted the maid in, a woman he didn't recognise, who kept giving him suspicious glances. Everything secured, he pulled himself in, and the driver took off. |
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| Lynette | 15 Nov 2008, 08:41 PM Post #5 |
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Lynette was initially suspicious of her husband's first apology, she didn't know whether or not he was saying it because he meant it, or that he thought he should have to. While it was nice that he would be at least going to the effort to say it, just because he was her husband didn't mean that he shouldn't at least mean it if he made an apology. The hug however took her off guard, and it was all she could do to keep from snogging the man senseless, because this was the man she had missed. The man of her dreams. The snogging would have to wait for later, as well as some other activities. She did, too, have needs after all. She let him help her up into the carriage as it was quite difficult to make it all by oneself in large dresses. She was ready during the slightly awkward silence in the carriage to yell at her maid for her pointed staring at her husband. He clearly did care for her, and realised that he had acted so insensitively towards her that it was unfair of that evil woman to continue looking at him smugly. Why was everyone always doing that when he was around, or when she spoke of him? It wasn't very nice of them. The carriage drew up to a modest house, where she assumed that he was staying, and 'modest' was a rather loose term for it in her book. She hadn't been expecting anything like her own parents home, but she had expected...something that reflected their class and position. Perhaps it would have been better to stay in England than come out to visit him. What other unwelcome surprises would she have here? Edrington assisted her again, and the footman grabbed her luggage to bring it in, wilting slightly under the weight and bulk of it. Her new life...for a while. This is what it would be. A hot, humid, sunny, small homed life with her husband. |
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| Major Lord Edrington | 21 Dec 2008, 02:55 AM Post #6 |
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Edrington watched Lynette carefully for her reactions to the home. The right side of her mouth tugged slightly to the side--a sign which, if he had taken time when he had been back in England, he would have known meant that she wasn't very thrilled. It was a modest house, a rented one, one that Edrington had made due with since he didn't need much, and had no call for anything larger when Lynette had been living in England. He figured that now meant that things would have to change, and for the rest of his duration here in Kingston, he might need to go out and find a larger home, one more befitting his station, and one that would have ample rooms and people working there for his wife to order around and feel like she was accomplishing something. Humouring women...it was necessary to a great degree. Or...that was what his father had said, clapping him on the back awkwardly. That was quite a conversation, if he recalled it correctly. He'd still been somewhat young at the time, and it was his father's attempt to convince him that marriage did not mean the end of his life. It hadn't been that convincing of an argument. He'd led Lynette in, and offered her a drink, not quite sure what else to do. At her expression he realised with some horror that he'd made yet again a wrong decision, and he wondered how many more free passes for those he'd get this day before she became unbearable cross and mean tempered as so many women were want to become. He swallowed a quick gulp of the brandy he had helped himself too. "Were you hoping to go somewhere in particular?" he asked. |
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| Lynette | 26 Dec 2008, 08:25 PM Post #7 |
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"Well..." Lynette drawled, looking at Edrington, hoping that he was one of those men who could preform after drinking...she'd heard absolute horror stories about men who were unable to, even after a little of alcohol. She smiled coyly and sidled up to him, reaching for the glass in his hand to take it away. When she tried to pull it from him, his grip tightened on it very slightly, before loosening and allowing her control of it. He looked on at her utterly confused as to what she was trying to hint at. "I think..." she said, placing the glass down on a conveniently accessible, and fortunately right next to the two of them, table. She saw her husband make a move as if he were going to go after the glass again, and wondered exactly how thick he was. In either case, she thought, her mouth tugging into a smirk. She took his wrists so that he couldn't reclaim the safely put away glass, and took a step towards him, attempting to make some sort of further physical contact with her husband. She stared up at him, ready for him to kiss her. Though apparently he had entirely misconstrued what she wished, and he was taking a step backwards. Several, in fact, just as she continued taking several forward. Until his back met a wall, then she was practically right on top of him. Something about their positions seemed vaguely...off from what she knew. Or didn't know, but from what she had heard, it wasn't supposed to be the wife making the advances. Not that she minded. His utter confusion was kind of adorable in a way. "I was hoping," she said, "to be able to make a thorough investigation of the bedroom." |
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| Major Lord Edrington | 30 Dec 2008, 06:00 PM Post #8 |
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"Ahhh..." Edrington said, acutely aware of the situation he was in, how it wasn't quite getting a rise out of him how his wife had wanted. Funny how it all made sense right now. Why couldn't she have just come out and said what she was after already? Why couldn't women ever be direct about what they wanted. All this hinting here, hinting there, why didn't they just have the same sort of decency that men had and just be forward. Not that he probably still wouldn't have backed off regardless. Now he had to figure a way out of this without raising her suspicions. He nearly snorted. Like that was possible. He'd never been able to fool his own mother, nor his sisters, and oh God, that was the absolutely worst possible thing for him to think up at the moment, especially if he didn't figure a way out of this. The last thing he needed to be thinking about was his mother. Of familiar relations. Quick! A good excuse and quick! But he couldn't! All he was doing was drawing a blank, unable to come up with anything. His mind and trying to come up with excuses was like a great wide scorching desert. There was nothing there, and no matter how much he went looking for anything it was all going to be a futile effort, since everything was hiding, and he was going to be set upon by a bad of brigands if he didn't come up with something quick. A whole band of brigands? Which part of his brain did that come from exactly. "I erm..." he said trying to look as guilty and contrite as he could manage at the same time, "have a headache, actually." Lame. |
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| Lynette | 5 Jan 2009, 03:28 AM Post #9 |
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Lynette looked up at her husband with confusion. A headache? Really? She pulled back from him slightly, allowing him to step away from the wall. She turned around and avoided looking at him. "Are you sure, darling?" she asked, daring a quick look at him before she faced the opposite wall, "Because it was just that...I've had an awfully trying day, and I haven't seen you in what feels like years, and I was really hoping that I might be able to get to spend some time with you and get to actually know you." She wrung her hands together. "After the wedding you spend so much time with your best man that I thought..." she trailed off, and furiously wiped at a tear below her eyes, "oh, it's just silly." She stepped away and carefully plopped down on a nearby chair, making sure that her skirts and panniers were arranged so that they wouldn't pinch at her, or look silly as she was sitting down. She grabbed the glass that she had earlier taken from Edrington's hands, and downed it, not batting an eyelash, or making any sort of gagging or coughing--like she were an old pro at this sort of behaviour. "I don't know what I expected from marriage, but it certainly wasn't this!" she said, nearly shouting. "Why can't my marriage be like any of my friends?" She slammed the glass down onto the table. "Refill this," she ordered him, glaring at him. "I don't understand why you have to make this all difficult and awkward, why you can't just tell me what it is you expect of me, because I damn well don't have a bloody clue!" |
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| Major Lord Edrington | 17 Jan 2009, 07:11 PM Post #10 |
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"After the wedding you spend so much time with your best man that I thought..." Edrington coughed a bit nervously, "Yes, well..." he started, loosening his cravat. That was a dangerous sort of thought, aristocrat or no. If not for his own personal safety, but for the fact that if she suspected, as his wife she could make his life hell, superiority of man or not. "Oh, it's just silly." Edrington wanted to tell her that it was silly, that absolutely nothing went on between him and the best man, at all that evening. Or the night before. Or even three hours before the wedding. Of course, agreeing with her in this situation seemed dangerously close to an ambush that was done specifically to ensnare him. "It's not silly," he said quietly, observing her with one eyebrow raised as she downed the glass, and started ranting, her voice level raising to a nearly painful level. He closed his eyes and resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. At her order to refill, he shrugged and refilled her glass, hoping that she could hold the alcohol. He'd never seen a bird drink quite that much, aside from the odd whore, and he doubted that they'd have the same alcohol tolerance. And if they did, he didn't want to know why. Some things were better left unknown. "I don't understand why you have to make this all difficult and awkward, why you can't just tell me what it is you expect of me, because I damn well don't have a bloody clue!" Edrington looked at Lynette for a moment, shocked by her words. She's the one one who doesn't have a bloody clue? He couldn't help it. He tried so hard to stop it. His hand flew to cover his mouth, but a snort escaped, a precursor of what was to come, that he didn't want to. He couldn't help but think how wildly inappropriate it would be at this moment to follow through, and the whole thought nearly triggered it again. He bent forward, his shoulders shuddering, spasming, and all he could do was close his eyes and pray that he would not slip. Dear God, this is funny! And that was his undoing, he dropped his hand, unable to control it, laughing wildly at the predicament and irony of their situation. Until a slap sent him to the floor. [ooc -- with much love to Coupling, and the Giggle Loop] Edited by Major Lord Edrington, 17 Jan 2009, 07:12 PM.
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| Lynette | 18 Mar 2009, 02:40 AM Post #11 |
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When her husband had started laughing at her, she was on her feet faster than should have been physically possible considering the garments she was wearing. She shook her hand to the side and mouthed, "ow" hoping that the stinging in her palm would go away. Ungrateful bastard! Here she was, pouring her heart out to him, and all he could do was laugh! Lout! She would have used several other choice words to describe what exactly she thought of him, were they not such a taboo to use. And were she not a respectable lady. Some respectable husband for a respectable lady. Turning around, and not caring where she went, she fled from the room, and out the door. She didn't know anyone in Kingston, she hated the bloody colonies, because all they did was separate her from her husband whom she loved dearly, and she could not care less if what she did caused any sort of talk of it all. She started perspiring almost immediately as she hurried as fast as she could, hiking her petticoats and panniers so that they would not cause her to trip. The bloody tropics! Such an uncivilised area. All she wanted was to board the next boat back to England, and forget that she had married such an insensitive bastard for a husband. How could he do this to her? He rush through the streets brought more than a few surprised looks and stares, and it did nothing but make her even more self conscious. She was fortunate that the house Edrington was staying in was more or less near the outskirts, for otherwise there was no way, with what little stamina she had, that she would be able to make it even close to the tree-line. Palmy...odd...weird tree line. Even the trees here were bloody alien! It wasn't her dress that would trip her up in the end, just a simple clump of dirt was enough to send her tumbling to the ground, a mess of skirts and limbs. Her right elbow stung too, as if the day had just not proven to be bad enough. |
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| Major Lord Edrington | 2 Jun 2009, 09:44 PM Post #12 |
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Edrington wasn't entirely sure how Lynette had managed to knock him to the floor with a slap. He was grateful that there was no one else there to witness such and occurrence, for he could never live down being knocked down by a woman. Besides, she had the benefit of surprise on her side. He had not been expecting to be hit regarding his laughter--it was not something that could be helped. He picked himself off the floor, dusting off his coat. "Lynette?" He called out. There was no response from her, but he did hear the sound of a door slamming shut. He quietly walked towards where he had heard the door shut. He hoped that it was simply one of the few interior doors being shut, because Lynette just needed some time to herself, before she would emerge and be as cheerful as ever. Or as she had seemed those few times he had been with her. It was the door to outside. Edrington cursed. That was not what he had been hoping for, in fact it had been exactly what he had been hoping against. Well, it wasn't a disaster for her to flee. In that dress there was hardly any chance she'd make it that far. It was no problem to chase after her then, but he had learned that women were in this state, the best thing to do was usually leave them alone. But he could hardly just leave her there. Perhaps if he were to send one of his men to pick her up in five, or ten minutes? Mayhap she would be calm by then, and willing to be brought back? |
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| Lynette | 22 Jun 2009, 04:39 AM Post #13 |
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Lynette took her thin fist and pounded the with it, until her fist her and she had released most of her anger. She pushed herself up, and struggled to sit up fully with her stays. They did not aid well the ability to sit on the ground and slouch comfortably. Finally she got her legs under her, and sat upon them, wincing as her dress pinched and bunched up awkwardly. She sat there, still upset, but waiting for Alexander to come and go down on one knee and beg her forgiveness. It was the very least that he could do. After five minutes, when he did not arrive, she tramped down a resurgence of anger, and instead opted to grab at the rough ground covering that passed as 'grass'. Toying with it, trying to weave anything out of that impossible greenery, she kept glancing up to see if her husband was going to show up at all. After what she figured must be an hour, that was closer to twenty minutes, she huffed, and struggled to her feet, nearly toppling herself as she tripped over her skirts and petticoat. She looked around her, and cursed when she realised that while she could clearly see the way back towards the center of town, she was entirely clueless as to how to get back to her home with her husband. She pouted, not liking that unless her husband found her, she'd now be forced to ask the help of a complete stranger in order to get to her home. That would grate. Once again, as it always was, and should always be, this was all completely her husband's fault, and she was not going to be any mood to humour his advances when she returned. If he'd ever make any. [exit] |
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