[center][h1][color=686F91]Harry Walsh[/color][/h1]
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As his and Aziza's ploy went along, the two strolling through the streets like a pair of drunk lovers, Harry couldn't help but find himself acting less and less as the time went on. Frankly, it was not something he was particularly used to either - Harry had never been one of the men to [i]take advantage[/i] of many of the women who tended to so readily throw themselves towards the soldiers in exchange for money or other such things during the war. Even being a regular at the establishment where Aziza worked, he'd been approached a number of times, but never indulged, he was going completely on what he had observed, and yet, with Aziza, he found a strange kind of enjoyment in it.

He almost felt somewhat guilty, he had pulled Aziza into this with the intention of allowing them to blend in, and now was enjoying it, he almost felt as though he had now taken advantage of her, of her cautiousness in the situation, particularly in the first few moments as she let her confidence with the role grow. However, as it did grow, that guilt began to fade, in time he was unsure if she was even acting any more. As he felt her lips run along his jaw, a shiver ran down Harry's spine, as they began to near his home, he almost regretted that the two of them hadn't taken a longer route.

Moving into the entrance way, he looked down towards her, chuckling softly along with her as she giggled, his eyes watching her as he tried to ignore the warmness to his cheeks and kept his eyes locked on hers. Clearing his throat as he stood there, Harry opened his mouth to speak, and found it stuck open for a few moments as he was lost for words. Closing it again, he swallowed once more, dragging some pride and guts from his chest, the kind of guts he usually needed for a cavalry charge, before he spoke. [b][color=686F91]"Feel free to slap me over this."[/color][/b] He said plainly before he leaned forward, placing a hand on her cheek as he pressed his lips firmly against hers, closing his eyes as he allowed himself to savour the moment either until he felt a hand slapping him or herself pulling back.

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[center][h1][color=FFE2AA]William Drake[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=FFE2AA]Location:[/color][/b] The Egyptian Museum[/center][hr]

Sighing as he wandered through the halls and back towards the main area, William couldn't shape the deep, twisting feeling of guilt in his gut. He hated it, wanted nothing to do with it, and wished desperately that he could perish the thought from his mind, ignoring his own trespasses against Vera as he had done to so many others, but he found that he could not. Sighing, he barely had the mind to even return Ahkmed's nod as he was so distracted, though still found his interest piqued as he saw the man appear with a bundle of flowers, listening to the brief conversation he had with Ahkmed.

William's guilt mixed with anger then, and with jealousy. His fists clenched and his knuckles went white, and in that moment William had almost no desire to do anything but smash what was nearest to him. In fact, the only thing that halted his fist flying into the wall, or a vase, was the thought that it would only anger or upset Vera more than she already had been. He briefly took a step towards the man, ready to intercept the delivery, eager to step on any chance of Peter's courting her. But he stopped himself, or rather - the guilt stopped him. He considered again what had just transpired, and although he knew Peter was a slimeball, he did not know, at least yet, of any instnace where Peter had caused Vera undue stress or displeasure, as he certainly had.

Stopping where he was, William watched plainly as the delivery passed him by and went towards Vera's room. In a way, he thought then that Peter was perhaps better for Vera, that she was better off with the Lord-Captain than she was with the American scoundrel. For perhaps the first time in his life, William [i]doubted[/i] himself.