“If he was a spy,” Nicholas answered slowly, “He was in the wrong.”
Claire frowned, not ready to accept that answer. He should know that about her by now, and he must have by the way he went on. “He was in the wrong, because selling information to Russia is treason. Nevertheless, I have no intentions of meddling with the military’s and the queen’s business. I have my own to take care of. And also, I have you to take care of.” Nick suddenly picked up a grape and held it out.“Say ‘ah’ I’m sure you haven’t eaten lunch yet.” His wife couldn’t help but smirk, despite the troubling thoughts running through her mind.
She was hungry, though, he was right. Claire parted her lips to accept his offering, only to gasp when he quickly took the treat away. She laughed at his sudden playfulness, adjusting so she was comfortable with his head where it lay. “More? You know you’re making us look very silly out here, lying about like this,” she said, glancing side to side to see who was close enough to see the couple acting so…so in love without a care of who saw it. “Besides, aren’t the roles supposed to be switched? How ill-mannered,” she commented before breaking off a smaller cluster of grapes that would fit in her hand. She ate one herself before finally giving him one, and continuing the pattern with what she’d picked up. “I hope you choke on it,” she added nonchalantly, though the corner of her lips showed she was attempting to hide a smile.
Their previous topic of conversation, however, was of even more interest to her now than before. Nick clearly could care less what she said, and he definitely didn’t believe it was her. If he did, he wouldn’t be act like- well, like a married man who was out having lunch with his wife, whom he at the very least didn’t hate being around. He might even enjoy her presence a little with the way he was teasing her.
“I know it is treason, Nicholas. What Matthew is- was accused of. But why. Perhaps he did it not to be on the side of Russia, and not because he thought the queen was wrong to follow either. Perhaps he was just…trying to end it. Saves lives. I’m just saying how does anyone know he was doing wrong. Besides, perhaps it wasn’t his fault. What if Matthew committed treason because he was pressured into it? Felt there was no other choice?” she asked, abandoning some of her previous hesitation. If Nick thought his wife was too curious, too involved in politics, then what would come of it? It wasn’t as if there was a loving marriage that would become uncomfortable because she wasn’t limiting their conversation to the weather and the latest fashion. She had nothing to lose with Nick. He had no evidence, and they had no love.
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ugh, SO sorry about that. I attempted my test today (and passed) but I so shouldn't have, it left me studying nonstop...I was about ready to die sunday night lol but hey, it got me a pay raise so it's all over with and life can go on ;)
“You did well, Claire,” her husband complimented, but Claire could take no joy in it. She had done well, but not for the reasons he thought. She had lied without anyone suspecting a thing.
“Now, I would like us to enjoy the lovely weather,” Nick said to her after speaking with his father, “I have asked the kitchen to prepare something for us, but if you don’t want to go, we can spend the rest of the afternoon in the bedroom.”
“No, no. I see no reason for the two of us to spend time in the bedroom any longer than necessary. Let's enjoy the sunshine,” she said, attempting to remind him that all his flirting was just that, flirting, and the bedroom was nothing more to them than another room in the large estate. Yes, she was still flustered with his confusing attitude toward their marriage. “A picnic is just what we need. It will give me plenty of time to count my blessings that you are not caught up in this mess like Matthew, and apparently I am as well,” she told him with a smile, though it quickly faded. “Or- he was caught up in it," she corrected, squeezing his hand.
That was why she was working to end this. If England hadn’t gotten involved, if they had simply and quietly stayed out of the damned war then Lucy would still have a husband and she wouldn’t have had to commit such a terrible act. Sacrifices had to be made…yes, that was it. But still, something tugged at her heart. Who could she discuss such matters with that would listen without being suspicious?
Perhaps her husband was the person to talk to. A business man like him could care less about her opinion on such things, and would never think her questions would have a deeper meaning. Claire waited for the carriage to be readied along with their food, not saying much as they stepped in. She voiced her opinion on their destination, a public area that was just perfect for a picnic beside the river, but didn’t say much on the way there either. When they arrived she was happy to find a spot beneath an oak tree, giving shade so she didn’t need to worry about an umbrella.
“It’s the perfect weather for you to finally be walking,” Claire said as she stepped out, adjusting her hat before shifting the basket on her arm. “Oh, Nick did you grab a blanket to sit on? I can’t believe I forgot one, I don’t know where my mind is,” she muttered, looking out toward the water with a deep, quiet sigh. She knew exactly where her thoughts were, and it wasn’t the food or a blanket. Hopefully he was thinking ahead more than she.
When they were settled and unpacking the snacks brought she finally spoke, wording each thought carefully as to not seem too interested. “Nicholas, may I ask you something?” she started. “This whole ordeal with Matthew and Lucy, it’s got me thinking. What if he was a spy? I know it’s silly to think about,” she added quickly, “but- but if he was, he did it for a reason, didn’t he? He must have believed he was doing right.” Claire pressed her lips together, not sure where this conversation would go, or if he would just dismiss it as quickly as she’d brought it up. “So does that make him a bad person, just because he did what he thought was right and it made certain people angry? Hypothetically speaking,” she added, patiently waiting for his answer with a look of anticipation that she failed to keep off her face.
“Now, I would like us to enjoy the lovely weather,” Nick said to her after speaking with his father, “I have asked the kitchen to prepare something for us, but if you don’t want to go, we can spend the rest of the afternoon in the bedroom.”
“No, no. I see no reason for the two of us to spend time in the bedroom any longer than necessary. Let's enjoy the sunshine,” she said, attempting to remind him that all his flirting was just that, flirting, and the bedroom was nothing more to them than another room in the large estate. Yes, she was still flustered with his confusing attitude toward their marriage. “A picnic is just what we need. It will give me plenty of time to count my blessings that you are not caught up in this mess like Matthew, and apparently I am as well,” she told him with a smile, though it quickly faded. “Or- he was caught up in it," she corrected, squeezing his hand.
That was why she was working to end this. If England hadn’t gotten involved, if they had simply and quietly stayed out of the damned war then Lucy would still have a husband and she wouldn’t have had to commit such a terrible act. Sacrifices had to be made…yes, that was it. But still, something tugged at her heart. Who could she discuss such matters with that would listen without being suspicious?
Perhaps her husband was the person to talk to. A business man like him could care less about her opinion on such things, and would never think her questions would have a deeper meaning. Claire waited for the carriage to be readied along with their food, not saying much as they stepped in. She voiced her opinion on their destination, a public area that was just perfect for a picnic beside the river, but didn’t say much on the way there either. When they arrived she was happy to find a spot beneath an oak tree, giving shade so she didn’t need to worry about an umbrella.
“It’s the perfect weather for you to finally be walking,” Claire said as she stepped out, adjusting her hat before shifting the basket on her arm. “Oh, Nick did you grab a blanket to sit on? I can’t believe I forgot one, I don’t know where my mind is,” she muttered, looking out toward the water with a deep, quiet sigh. She knew exactly where her thoughts were, and it wasn’t the food or a blanket. Hopefully he was thinking ahead more than she.
When they were settled and unpacking the snacks brought she finally spoke, wording each thought carefully as to not seem too interested. “Nicholas, may I ask you something?” she started. “This whole ordeal with Matthew and Lucy, it’s got me thinking. What if he was a spy? I know it’s silly to think about,” she added quickly, “but- but if he was, he did it for a reason, didn’t he? He must have believed he was doing right.” Claire pressed her lips together, not sure where this conversation would go, or if he would just dismiss it as quickly as she’d brought it up. “So does that make him a bad person, just because he did what he thought was right and it made certain people angry? Hypothetically speaking,” she added, patiently waiting for his answer with a look of anticipation that she failed to keep off her face.
"Yes," she murmured, biting her bottom lip. "I guess I've been pretty out of the loop all day, in my own little world, but I finally paid attention to the whispering behind me in my last class. So of course I looked it up on my phone, trying to find out more about her..." Alice dropped her bag to her feet, pulling out her cell and scrolling through a few articles on the news site she checked every once and a while. "Look, this just came out an hour ago. I guess they were searching her computer for ideas of where she went, and found this blog."
Again she touched the screen, bringing up a internet page with black background and blue font. "It's hers, and it's all about her powers. She was posting anonymously of course, but it was all over her computer and came from her IP address, according to the article. And there are videos too..." She scrolled down, clicking play with a sigh. It was short, not but about 30 seconds long, but on it was an orange. It was still for a few seconds before it slowly, shakily, levitated a few inches in the air. It moved up and down, to the side, before dropping to the table and rolling off near the end of the video. "I'd think it was fake, but..." Alice looked at Lucas, worry in her eyes. "You don't think...? What now?"
Again she touched the screen, bringing up a internet page with black background and blue font. "It's hers, and it's all about her powers. She was posting anonymously of course, but it was all over her computer and came from her IP address, according to the article. And there are videos too..." She scrolled down, clicking play with a sigh. It was short, not but about 30 seconds long, but on it was an orange. It was still for a few seconds before it slowly, shakily, levitated a few inches in the air. It moved up and down, to the side, before dropping to the table and rolling off near the end of the video. "I'd think it was fake, but..." Alice looked at Lucas, worry in her eyes. "You don't think...? What now?"
??? *sigh* okay. a warning would have been good, esp before I made the thread... :/
hey, this week I'm doing training for work, and next week there is a huge test to get my P and C license...I have to pass, and its 8 hr classes a day with hrs of homework. Anyway, my point is I dont know if I'll get to post till this weekend, like Friday. I'm doing my best, but this is like the longest week of my life, and obviously our rp has lengthy-ish posts. just a heads up :)
Alice grinned at his last words, settling into her sleeping bag right beside him. The problem was with it being so quiet and so much on her mind she had trouble sleeping, and laid awake for an hour more at least. She wanted to grab his hand, to tug on his shirt...but refrained, not wanting to go too far. She'd done enough by simply admitting how she felt tonight.
A week passed rather quickly, and unfortunately Alice didn't find anything by searching the downstairs. Going up to her fathers room or study...well, she just wasn't ready for it. Besides, school was getting busy. Or at least Alessia made it so; she could always find something to distract herself with. A couple days Alice texted and asked if she could hang out with him after school at his house, mainly just to watch a movie on the couch though they did do some research on groups that might be against psychics. There were leads, but nothing as serious as what she saw in the past. By going to his house they could keep such things off her internet history, in case her father checked it.
Something that they had let go unnoticed by her until the afternoon, however, was the disappearance of a classmate. Alice only had her in algebra, and she wasn't even sure if they'd spoken more than a few times. It had been on the news that morning and she, Skylar Matthews, had disappeared. There was an amber alert out for the girl, and how she had missed the talk on her all morning was beyond her. As soon as school was over she rushed to Lucas' locker, knowing he would be there with his friends as usual. She wore a deep red V-neck shirt with skinny jeans, her messenger bag slung over her shoulder as usual. "Lucas? Lucas, I [i]really[i/] need to talk to you..." she said, glancing at the boys with a smile before focusing on him. "Please tell me you don't have plans right now..."
A week passed rather quickly, and unfortunately Alice didn't find anything by searching the downstairs. Going up to her fathers room or study...well, she just wasn't ready for it. Besides, school was getting busy. Or at least Alessia made it so; she could always find something to distract herself with. A couple days Alice texted and asked if she could hang out with him after school at his house, mainly just to watch a movie on the couch though they did do some research on groups that might be against psychics. There were leads, but nothing as serious as what she saw in the past. By going to his house they could keep such things off her internet history, in case her father checked it.
Something that they had let go unnoticed by her until the afternoon, however, was the disappearance of a classmate. Alice only had her in algebra, and she wasn't even sure if they'd spoken more than a few times. It had been on the news that morning and she, Skylar Matthews, had disappeared. There was an amber alert out for the girl, and how she had missed the talk on her all morning was beyond her. As soon as school was over she rushed to Lucas' locker, knowing he would be there with his friends as usual. She wore a deep red V-neck shirt with skinny jeans, her messenger bag slung over her shoulder as usual. "Lucas? Lucas, I [i]really[i/] need to talk to you..." she said, glancing at the boys with a smile before focusing on him. "Please tell me you don't have plans right now..."
My characters: (or at least I'm slowly getting them up there...)
Name: Skylar
Age: 17
Personality:
Name: Kyle Yates
Age:
Bio:
oh hey, something we never talked about is ages. Are they all still in school, or maybe the oldest in college...?
Name: Skylar
Age: 17
Personality:
Name: Kyle Yates
Age:
Bio:
oh hey, something we never talked about is ages. Are they all still in school, or maybe the oldest in college...?
Yep :)
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