A Stolen Kiss

[MikhaiI 231]

As a child, Alec Barwick's family scrabbled out a meager living from his father's wages as a guardsman to the local lord. It was not an easy existence, and he was too poor to get much an education. Although he did learn how to defend himself on the streets, with or without a weapon in hand. As a boy growing out of childhood, Alec took to the streets, doing whatever he must to survive. Begging, thieving, and working for local gangs to earn his bread. He lived day to day in the dangerous world, always one step ahead of the law and those who wished him ill.

Somewhere along the way Alec had become a man, and the whole world seemed to change around him. Alec had his eyes on a Courlandic woman who he found irresistible. She worked as the court physician for Duke Stannis, and she was of agreeable breeding. Neither Alec, nor the woman, were of noble stock. Her name was Althea Fournier, and she was ripe for the taking - or so he thought. When he enlisted in the Courlandic Guard, he learned how to deal out hard knocks, and how to take them, too. He was instructed in his obligation to Lord Stannis, Duke of Courland, as well as Ser Reynault Fournier, Lord Marshal of the Courlandic Guard. In addition to learning the chivalric ideal, he also learned about the less uplifting side - old warriors' stories of ruthless power politics, of betrayals and usurpation, of men who used guile to achieve their aims; of men such as Reynault. 

And so begins the tale.. of A Stolen Kiss.

Alec found himself strolling through the streets of Westmarch with a cheerful grin plastering his features. It was just another day. The sun was shining, the robins were chirping, and there was a slight breeze to the air. Alec had a good feeling. “SOLDIER!” a voice broke out through sound of citizens bustling about, reverberating about the city. Alec spun about, a fuming Reynault bumbling in his direction with a grimace plastering his visage and a club grasped tightly in his hand. Oh lord, he must not be in a good mood. Alec thought, standing tall and tapping his breastplate with a clasped fist before extending in outward in a proper Courlandic salute.

“What do you call that?” Reynault interrogated. 

“M’lor-“ Before Alec had the opportunity to finish, Reynault raised his barbarous club high in the air, proceeding to give Alec a brutal beat down. This was not uncommon of Reynault. If you couldn’t find him having his way with the local wenches, he was mercilessly beating the life out of the peasantry. Just as Alec felt his as though he was going to succumb to the pummeling, a heavenly voice called out.

“Stop!” Althea shrieked, taking hold of the arm that Reynault was utilizing to batter his victim. Alec managed to look toward Althea through the scarlet droplets that were falling from his head and obscuring his eyes, taking note of the long auburn hair that flowed gracefully from her head, onto her shoulders. Never had his heart pound so profusely. Not even the wrath of Reynault could invoke his heart to pulse so intensely. She’s an angel.. Alec speculated. He hoisted himself to his feet, bringing a hand to the blood dripping from his skull. Althea rushed toward him, lightly taking hold of the bruised and bloodied man by the arm.

“I got you..” Althea spoke softly, shooting a grimace toward Reynault while he scoffed toward them both. Althea lead them to the infirmary, leaving Reynault to his own devices. Alec stumbled alongside her, shifting his gaze toward her with a shocked expression. She had a fawn skin tone, and kind pale blue eyes. She glanced toward him and smiled delicately. Alec shivered, his heart pounding lavishly once more. “We’re here..” she said, stepping into the closest building and turning the nearest corner. Alec pursued her in, turning the corner before stopping on her heels. “Right here. Sit on the bed and wait for me.” Althea said, flinging the curtain to the room open and gesturing toward the bed. Alec bowed halfheartedly, smiling weakly. “Y-yes, m’lady.” She spun about and left the room, leaving Alec on the end of the bed. He twiddled his thumbs briefly before she returned. He looked up and stared at her burgundy gown, judging how nicely it complimented her figure. “I’m afraid you may be concussed.” she pursed her lips, taking a short step toward him and prodding at his skull. His heart nearly leaped out of his chest at that. “I-I don’t believe so, m-m’lady.” he cast his gaze downward,  It’s now or never.. he thought, looking upward and into her beautiful eyes. “M’lady.. If a thousand painters worked for a thousand years, they could not create a work of art as beautiful as you.” She planted her hands on her hips and chuckled harmoniously. “Follow my finger with your eyes.” she said, holding a finger outward between them and wiggling it about. Alec then abruptly reached a hand out and grabbed Althea by the face. Althea managed to squeak in surprise before Alec pulled her close and planted his lips on her own. They kissed for several moments before a jostling was heard behind the drape. Reynault stepped out from behind the curtain, his mouth agape at the scene. Althea retracted herself from Alec, gasping at the sight of Reynault. “My love, he forced it upon me!” Althea pleaded, turning to face Alec while he just sat there, dumbfounded that he managed to kiss his first woman. Without hesitating, Reynault protruded from his scabbard a dirk and lunged toward Alec before burying it into his gut. Alec spittled crimson onto Althea’s face, her shocked expression being his last memory before he ultimately plopped to the floor lifelessly. Reynault forcefully took Althea by the arm and practically dragged her out of the room while she blankly stared toward Alec. Thus ending the tale.. of A Stolen Kiss.

 

[Gleeshers 56]

Pepper reads the story whilst enjoying her morning tea and scone (and bacon and eggs and pancake and sausage and berries with cream). “Titillating,” she comments, mopping up crumbs with a finger and then licking it clean. 

[WestCarolina 1784]

Althea simply gulps with widened eyes.

[Cleggmire_ 130]

Ser Reynault Fournier laughed; and oh did he laugh, as his blade was enveloped with glorious red liquor. Alec the rat laid ‘pon the ground, his teeth missing, and his breath reeking of local wench. “That’s what you get for sucking on elven toes.”

[monkeypoacher 8055]

3 hours ago, Cleggmire_ said:

Ser Reynault Fournier laughed; and oh did he laugh, as his blade was enveloped with glorious red liquor. Alec the rat laid ‘pon the ground, his teeth missing, and his breath reeking of local wench. “That’s what you get for sucking on elven toes.”

 

“If I ever see you I’m going to suck on your toes,” says Gumbo Pucebeard, 300lb dwarf.

[FullySickGreek 4]

Yo this story is pretty hectic, good stuff good stuff. Fuckin sick bro, very nice.

[osumanduas 1442]

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