Oh Poor Ewan - Tumblr Posts
“She is sunshine and grace!” he called to the other room, throwing his clothes into a duffle bag. “You just don’t understand, Jules!”
The russet-haired woman in the front room rolled her eyes as she gently petted one of her summoned creatures, a tiny bone minion with skin made of translucent green ooze, surprisingly dry to the touch. “She sounds horrid!” she called back. “And I’m horrid, I should know!”
“You’re not horrid,” Ewan chuckled as he came into the room. “And neither is Isidora. She’s just young and inexperienced. She needs someone to guide her understanding.”
“And you think you’re the one to do that?” Jules shook her head and took Ewan’s arm, pulling him toward the small window in his apartment. “You’ve barely been outside the ‘Reach yourself! She has plenty of guards and tutors to guide her.” She turned him to face her, looking down at him as she held both his shoulders. “I talked to Evelynn about her. And I talked to other people as well. You should get out of that job, Ewan. Lady Isidora is a spoiled child. She’ll get you killed pursuing some insane dream or other!”
Ewan struggled away from her grip, his expression hurt. “She may be doted on, but she’s not spoiled. And she’s certainly not a child. Just because she doesn’t want what you want--”
“What I want is you to be happy, Ewan!” she pleaded. “And following after this girl like a lost puppy isn’t going to make you happy!”
“Well I notice sleeping with every noblewoman you can lay your talons on hasn’t made you happy, either, Jules,” he whirled away from her and grabbed up his belongings. He didn’t have much and he needed to return to the Castillo manor house soon. “So I suppose we’ll just have to try different ways and see what works best.”
He moved to the door and stopped, unable to stay mad at her for too long. She’d been his friend as long as he could remember. “Just come by and meet her sometime,” he said gently. “But don’t bring your pets. Her father hates necromancers.”
“Such a charming family,” she muttered with a frown, but nodded at him. Their friendship ran deep and in both directions. “I’ll see you soon, Ewan. Take care of yourself.”
“I will, love,” he said, and headed toward his destiny.
typhonius-amrata:
Laughter came easily in the face of Ewan’s obvious and rather slavish devotion to Isidora; and Typhonius was half-tempted to ask if the lad wished to kiss her feet before leaving.
“Well, had I known we would be having guests, perhaps that would be possible, but as your arrival came as such a surprise, I fear that to ask Isidora to come down now would be to ask too much of her.”
Dropping his voice an octave, he added suggestively,
“Why, when I left her she had yet to even enter the bath.”
Ewan paled at that, the implications obvious enough. He swallowed, then cleared his throat. “Well, um, yes. Of course.” He looked away, definitely not out the window this time. He didn’t want to chance seeing Isidora in this man’s robes. It would hurt far too much.
Standing, Ewan said quickly, “Well I do appreciate the tea and the dry towel. I hope I haven’t harmed the fabric of your couch. But I’ll return home and let Lord Castillo know to expect his daughter soon. He will be quite happy, I’m sure.”
Ewan managed a small, trembling smile and extended his hand once again. “Thank you, again, Lord Amrata.”