Re: Someone Like You (Shiori)

[Guest]

Fayre warily nodded, though it was more of a bob of her head than anything else, “I wouldn’t dare wander.” Fayre said quietly, but strongly. She shuddered when the men started saying all sorts of demeaning things; treating her as merely a woman they could pleasure themselves with then toss to the side like a rag doll. It made her enraged. Despite the men’s bantering, Fayre managed to keep a straight face, letting herself be ushered into the small house, surprised when she heard Alexander call for his ‘godfather.’

[ o.O something needs to happen. Like Fayre gets captured or something… idk!! It could be anything. House burns down; somebody gets murdered in the town. You choose! ]

[BayMickey]

[ how about she goes outside and someone thinks she's a prostitute? ]

Alexander heard shoes against the floor. "Alexander! My favorite godson! How are you?" Alexander tied Sempre outside and walked in. The old man spread out his arms and embraced Alexander in a hug. His musty smell soaked into Alexander nose, but the prince held back a cough. Alexander turned to Fayre and took her hand again. "James, this is Fayre." He smiled, looking at his lover.

[Guest]

[ all right, sound like a plan. Would yew play the dude? ]

Fayre smiled at the joyful reunion. It made her feel happy inside. She loved to see Alexander happy. She barely kept in a chuckle, though, when she saw the look on Alexander’s face, signaling he was either trying not to cough, or sneeze—she couldn’t tell exactly which one. She gratefully laced her fingers through Alexander’s, smiling at ‘James,’ before saying, “Nice to meet you,” A broad grin spread across her lips. It was rather musty and dank in the house, and Fayre found it slightly difficult to breath. After the introduction, she’d go outside and get some much-needed fresh air. Perhaps she could groom Sempre for Alexander, while he talked to his godparents.

[BayMickey]

Alexander's godfather introduced himself, then took Alexander to sit down and talk. "Be careful."

[Yup.]

[Guest]

[ okeedokes! ]

“Alexander, I’m going outside to get some fresh air,” Fayre said it quietly, as not to offend his godfather, “I’ll groom Sempre. I promise I won’t go far.” She smiled and kissed him gently, “I’ll be within running’s distance of the house. I’ll be safe. Plus, I have my dagger with me.” Fayre smiled and patted his shoulder, gently nudging him towards his godfather before retracing her steps and walking outside, the sunshine warming her blonde curls. She looked around for a moment, at the small, rundown little ‘city,’ noting a few full-bosomed women standing on street curbs, smiling and winking flirtatiously at any passersby that happened to be male, and she snorted in disgust. Fayre walked over to Sempre and patted the mare’s shoulder affectionately, before moving off slightly to find the utensils to groom her with.

[BayMickey]

Wilson saw the girl Alex had been with earlier. He smiled and walked up behind her. "Hey, sweet pea." He grabbed Fayre at the hips. "How much you want." Wilson felt around for weapons, and found a dagger. He managed to slip it out and throw into the bushes. "I don't care, I'll pay anything. Just come to my house." He grinned licking his lips and twirling the girl around to face him. Wilson leaned forward, and tried to press the woman's lips against his.

Wilson~

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[Guest]

Fayre jumped slightly when she felt a firm grip on her hips, a gruff voice speaking to her from behind. Her heart hitched in her throat, pounding madly in her chest as the man felt around for a dagger, eventually finding the one tucked away in her bodice, taking it out and throwing it aside, before whirling her around. “I’m not a—” Fayre’s eyes widened when he pressed his lips against hers, and she managed to wiggle her head away from his, “Let go of me!” She snapped.

[BayMickey]

Wilson pulled away. "Stop. You need to be good. Your little Alexander can't help you now." He smiled slyly, moving his hands down her hips and too her bottom, squeezing it tight.

Alexander heard Fayre raise her voice, and looked out the window. "What the-? One second, James." He went outside, turning the corner of the cottage. "WIlson, get away from her!" Alexander drew out his sword, a glint of sunlight reflecting off of it.

[Guest]

“And what’re you going to do if I’m bad, huh?” Fayre said in a challenging tone, catching her breath when he hands moved down to her rear. “I’m not a prostitute!” Fayre said desperately, struggling to get out of his iron-like grasp. Relief spread over her face when she saw Alexander, but she didn’t know if this perverted man was about to give her up so easily, just because Alexander had a sword. She had a feeling a man like him had some tricks up his sleeve, but Fayre was still hopeful. “Get off me!” Fayre said again, struggling to get away from this ‘Wilson.’

[BayMickey]

Wilson chuckled, letting go of the girl. "Princey boy. I thought you couldn't stand people from Giya? They disgusted you. Especially the women. All sluts. And that princess. Didn't you say she reminded you of a prostitute gypsy?" He smiled, knowing who the girl he had just messed with was.

Alexander was taken back by what he had said. "Lies. Those are all lies, Wilson. You know I would never say that about anyone, especially not a woman."

Wilson flashed his yellow teeth. "Oh, but you did, Alexander. You did. Right after you and that girl, Sarah, had ended. Have you seen your daughter lately?"

Alexander took a step forward, and slid his sword into its sheath. "You know I never had a fancy for that many women. I would never get one pregnant and leave her. Don't do this to me! We were friends! Why did you leave?"

Wilson shook his head. "Because you got that crown! Everything went to your head!"

Alexander put his hand on his head, moving it through his hair. "No. No. No. This is crazy."

[Guest]

Fayre tumbled back a few steps when he let go; a mixture of her struggling and his sudden decision to let her go. She managed to stay on her feet, making a move to rush over to Alexander, until she heard the words that came from Wilson’s mouth, and she stopped in place, staring in horror at what vulgar things Wilson was saying. No, no, no! It couldn’t be true, could it? Alexander was denying it, but wouldn’t any man? “Is that…is that true?” Fayre whispered, talking more to Wilson than to Alexander.

[BayMickey]

Wilson nodded. "Told me a couple of months ago. His life story. Trust me, hun. It's all true."

Alexander's jaw dropped. "No, Fayre. it's not. No. please. it's not true. I promise to you! I would never say that!" He scuffed his shoes against the ground.

Wilson winked at Alexander. "He's a liar, Fayre."

Alexander was about to kill this man. "I pray to the Lord Himself! Nothing he said is true!"

[Guest]

Fayre stared blankly from both of the men, torn about who to believe. Wilson was uncannily convincing, and the more she wondered about it, the more she started to believe Alexander was at fault. Had he really said she was a gypsy prostitute? Suddenly, something in Fayre snapped, and she felt tears well up behind her eyes. “I trusted you,” she whispered quietly, “I trusted you!” Fayre shook her head, eyes narrowing, a single tear running down her cheek, “Maybe I was wrong! Maybe after so many years of not seeing you I misjudged you. Maybe you are a prostitute-loving man, who impregnates people he isn’t married to!” Fayre was nearly yelling as she turned on her heel and raced away, not caring that she was messing up the hem of her dress rather badly. She just had to get away from him. She bumped into a few other men on her trek, but they just stared at her hungrily while she passed, none of them gutsy enough to stop her and take advantage of her helplessness. She only hoped Wilson wouldn’t come after her, though it wasn’t likely that he wouldn’t.

[BayMickey]

Alexander shook his head in argument. "Wilson! How dare you?" He ran after Fayre, pushing through crowds that were now forming to watch her. "please, let me through. Excuse me." His leather boots made a hollow sound against the brown dirt road as he pushed his legs forward. Some people cheered him on after his love, but others sneered and whispered among the others. He would deal with Wilson later.

[Guest]

Fayre finally stopped running. She was out of breath from running so fast for so long, and her breaths were short and ragged due to the fact she was sobbing. She ended up tripping, landing on the soft, sandy banks of a river that was on the outermost part of the town. Desperately heartbroken, Fayre picked herself up into a sitting position, burying her face in her knees, which she brought up closely to her chest. Had Alexander actually soiled a female before her time—before marriage? Did he, in all honesty, have a daughter? And why did he leave the two if the rumors were true? And most importantly, did he really call her a ‘prostitute gypsy?’ Fayre was still pure—she was still a virgin! How could he say such a thing…? A fresh wave of tears hit Fayre, and she buried her head deeper in her knees, wrapping her arms around herself.

[BayMickey]

Alexander kept running, arms pumping in a swinging motion. He came up to the river, following Fayre. He saw her trip, and all other things she did. Alexander paused for a second, then ran forward. He crouched down besides Fayre. Alex put his hand under her chin and raised her head to look at his, staring into her eyes for a moment. Alex leaned his head forward and passionately kissed his love, hands running through her silky blonde hair. This things that Wilson said, they weren't true. Alexander had never slept with a woman ever. Even if he had, they would have been married by then. Alex did not think of Fayre as a whore. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. And the Sarah girl? Wilson's deceased wife.

[Guest]

Fayre felt a gentle finger bring her chin up, and she stiffened, momentarily thinking it idea because Wilson wouldn’t be so gentle. No, he’d probably rape her senseless right there on the shoreline. When Fayre’s eyes landed on Alexander’s face, she relaxed in the slightest bit. She had just opened her mouth to quietly tell him to go away, when he kissed her with fervor. A wave of emotions hit her: confusion, refreshment, an undying, passionate love, curiosity…
She pulled back a few moments later, staring up into Alexander’s eyes, her own stained with unshed tears. “Why?” she whispered. “Why did you come back for me?”

[BayMickey]

"Because I love you." Alexander slid his hands down to Fayre's shoulder, grasping them lightly. "I would never, ever say those things about you. About anyone. That was a lie. please, take my word." He raised his right hand to the beautiful woman's face and wiped a tear away. "Fayre, our time together as adults had been short, but I know I love you. I just do. You are everything to me. Please, Fayre. I love you."

[Guest]

Fayre stared at him, wide-eyed, as he thumbed away a tear from her face. She was at loss for words as she looked at him. She frowned, “Alexander, I’m…” Fayre faltered for a moment before embracing him in a sudden hug, pulling herself closer to him, a few more tears slipping down her cheeks. “I was…I was so scared it was true…” Fayre said, shaking her head and drawing in a long, shuddery breath. “I was so scared….” Fayre cried.

[BayMickey]

Alexander too her embrace in and rested his hands on her back. "I understand. I'm sorry this happened. I never should of brought you here. I'm sorry, love." Alexander kissed Fayre's cheek. He drew in a deep breath, a sigh seeping out when he exhaled. "You are anything but a whore, Fayre. Anything but."

[Guest]

Fayre nodded, sniffing gently, tears still cascading down her face. She felt slightly lost, uncertain about their future all of a sudden. Even though Wilson hadn’t raped her, he’d still violated her, and she felt disgusting. Fayre moved so she was curled up by his side, nodding when she said she wasn’t a whore. She shuddered slightly, “What happened to Wilson?” She whimpered.

[BayMickey]

Alexander looked back into the woods when Fayre asked about Wilson. "Don't worry about it." He looked down at his sword, then over to the side at Fayre. "He won't bother you again, I promise."

[Guest]

Fayre nodded, but she felt unsafe. “Promise?” Fayre whispered, her body shaking slightly at the prospect of ever having that pervert Wilson get his hands on her again. Shaking her head vigorously to rid herself of the thoughts, she whimpered slightly.

[ what’s going to happen? It can’t be easygoing all the time… it’ll die really quickly that way. I don’t want this topic to die! ]

[BayMickey]

[ uh. i have no idea. ]

"Do not worry, Fayre. He's gone. Some, people, saw him put his hands on you. They didn't like it." Alexander kissed the top of Fayre's blonde curls. "Do you want to leave now? I mean, leave the city?"

[Guest]

[ hmm… ]

Fayre nodded and looked up into Alexander’s face. Only then she realized how tired she was, and the severity of the saddle-sore. “It’s safe in your godfather’s house, right? I can’t stand leaving the city right now. I’m more tired than I’ve been since my teenage years when I’d sneak out with my friends ‘till early-morning hours.”

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