ιηѕαηιту :: A 1x1 between herondale and Rivkah

[herondale.]

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Gideon nodded his head in acknowledgement, a slight smile curving his lips, before he glanced away and back at his surroundings once more. It seemed that the Orchard was a very thought-provoking setting what with his reminiscent of home and Shayna's memories of her home-land. He'd gathered that Shayna wasn't from this area - or, rather, country - by her accent; it being strong and noticeable, adding a gentle lull to her words. It added a bit of diversity to his life. Having grown up in the general vacinity of London, Gideon had rarely been exposed to much other than when he visited relatives near Norfolk and he didn't exactly class that as a diverse culture. He almost chuckled at the thought but kept it to himself, guessing he may look odd should he laugh suddenly. That and he didn't want to offend Shayna.

On the thoughts of Shayna's homeland, Gideon couldn't help but wonder what it must be like. To be so far from your home, that is. And he also wondered, more specifically, what Ireland was like. Gideon had never been further than Wales or Scotland; that was the closest he got to 'foreign soil'. He had to admit it was saddening to know that at twenty-one years of age he still couldn't visit those places. Money wasn't the problem. His schedule was filled to the very brim with studying and other mad goose chases that the doctor was to send him on once these two months were complete and Shayna would be cleared to leave and be free.

Feeling his chest spasm slightly, Gideon realised just how much that would sadden him to see her leave. It may only be the second day but he'd grown accustomed to her presence. But he didn't want her incarsirated for another few years, lord no. She didn't deserve to kept here like a caged bird. She deserved to be set free and Gideon wanted to be the one to do so.

Gideon hadn't realised the silence that had befallen them and, at the sound of Shayna's voice, snapped to his senses and glanced at her. He smiled at her comment. Again. "It most definitely is." His voice was light but not as airy as Shayna's seemed to always be. He then wondered if all the accusations towards her were just from jealous women. With Shayna, there was very much a great deal for other females to be jealous of.

Noting her turning to look at him, Gideon locked eyes with her when she asked him - with the same sweet smile as always - to tell her more about himself. He had to admit he was remotely lost. By no means was he an interesting character and he suddenly feared of boring the poor girl to death. But since she'd inquired, he knew he couldn't simply ignore her. He chuckled at her comment about the doctor before speaking. "Well, truthfully there's not much to say about me. I've lived in London all of my life. My mother's an artist and author, my father's a doctor and I have no other siblings." He paused for a moment, eyes cast upwards in thought. "I also happen to be a doctor-in-training. More by my father's choice rather than my own." He smiled slightly. "Nothing out of the ordinary, unfortunately." His gaze then moved back to Shayna. "How about you, if you don't mind my asking? Judging by your accent, you're not from around this area."

{Felt like jazzing it up a little. ^^;}

[Rivkah]

Shayna listened, rather intrigued. He acted like it was nothing special, but she was rather fascinated by it. Smiling at him, she tilted her head in respect, to show she had acknowledged what he said. However, when he asked her of her own history, she chuckled softly, looking at the grass. "I'm not really a normal person. Not that worldly, but my different customs make people rather... revolted by me," she said, feeling the hidden truth of it as if it had stabbed her in the back. She remembered her home fondly, but that was different.

I'm from the countryside of Dublin, Ireland. I grew up on a farm. I know, humble beginnings and all that. Most women find it horrifying that I actually did... work for the men, if you want the simplest terms," she began with that statement, raising a copper eyebrow at him. "No siblings, but oh how I wanted one. I raised horses, sheep, cattle, and kept a few herding dogs and barn cats." Her eyes brightened at the thought and Shayna raised her head so their gazes would meet again. She felt homesickness wash over her. "I knew enough to survive on my own. Back on that wet, muddy little farm, the fanciest clothes I wore was a very plain gown. I had only one, and one work dress. I mostly wore mens' clothes." At the thought, she laughed, leaning back slightly to gaze at the sky. "No wonder I am considered insane by English women."

Eyes twinkling, she watched him with interest. "My mother was the same; completely off the line when it came to proper ladylike behavior, yet she still had her etiquette about her. Many would call it ironic at the very least. I was shamed the moment I stepped foot here when I was fifteen. Came for the education. That only lasted four years. Women aren't allowed in college, but I had a proper tutor anyway." She stayed silent for a moment, brooding within her thoughts. It was quite troubling to think of some of the rockier parts of her life. "Then, quicker than I could blink, I was locked up a year later for not being normal enough. Funny little world..."

She tilted her head, musing in a pondering, troubled way. "I was so used to trousers or overalls. Here, we're not even allowed to show past our wrists or any of our ankles. It used to be so severe we could be jailed for it in England, but now they've toned it down to social disgrace," she explained to him in a soft voice, her pale face thoughtful and her copper brows furrowed with disapproval.

[herondale.]

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Gideon liked the fact that Shayna looked so interested in his life. He found it absolutely dull and bleak, nothing out of the ordinary had ever happened to him. He'd lived a normal, silent life that didn't deserve to be retold. His father had been always work-oriented and his mother had been obsessed with words and paint. Gideon was never truly interested in either but for his parents sake he indulged himself in both just to save them the shame of having a son that had nothing to live for. Gideon supposed that learning the anatomy and healing the sick and poor was quite an experience but there was always conflict and contradiction in his line of work, moreso conflict over what cures were truly effective. It was also what made his studies so lengthy and thorough; there was always more than one cure for an ailment. But, of course, some could not be diagnosed and that was something that scared Gideon almost to death; that he would not be able to help someone and they would have to live in agony till they met their death bed.

Shuddering inwardly at the thought, Gideon focused his attention on Shayna to keep any morbid thoughts from his head. As she began to describe her upbringing, a smile quirked his features. The smile faltered ever so slightly when she mentioned that her different customs caused people to turn their noses up at her. That was one of the features about her that he thought was so beautiful; that she was just so different from any other woman he'd ever met. There was so much detail and secret to her. One glance at her wasn't enough to know her.

Hearing that she lived on a farm had Gideon quirking an eyebrow in intrigue. Looking at her current attire and looks, she didn't seem like the sort of woman to be doing such manual labour. Another suprirse he thought with an inward smile. It seemed that there was a great deal of depth to her and that she was much stronger and independent than she looked. Gideon guessed that it contributed to her conflict with society; her background was much too different to the current society that it needed to be kicked under the matt and ignored, hidden from sight.

Gideon saw just how passionate she was about talking of her home and he smiled once again. If only he saw of this land in a similar way. If he was honest, he saw no beauty in it now. He'd seen enough of this country to know it wasn't as beautiful as it seemed. Cut beneath the surface and you saw its true ugliness and there was no way to salvage it. Of course he would try and save those who needed his help - hence his choice of work - but those who were blatently the cause for the rottenness, he'd turn his up at them as opposed to the poor. Poor had no choice in their lives and he wished that would change.

Gideon shook his head slightly. "This country..." he mused, eyes lifting to the sky as he sighed. "It never ceases to amaze me with its stupidty." Looking back at Shayna, he continued, "Hiding you away simply because of you being who you are, embracing your heritage..." he chuckled, the sound more cold than he had intended. "Seems most are airheaded and narrow minded. It's truly unfair and unjust."

{Okay terrible lack of muse. Yet again.}

[Rivkah]

{{ Doesn't look like a lack of muse to me. }}

She listened to him, a pang of guilt surging through her chest. Ah what she wouldn't do to be back home. But the way he spoke, in a considerate manner, it warmed her heart that so normally blocked out true emotion. All others would sneer at her, or pity her. He did neither. Now the logical voice saying Don't get attached had lost. Shayna was as attached to Gideon as a little girl and their doll. Of course, that was about the same relationship. While she valued his opinions, most humans were playtoys to her, simply for her amusement. He was the same way, only she wouldn't throw him about like rags. It was very affectionate, the way she suddenly was towards him. A gentle, calm affection that wasn't nearly as sadistic and sinister as when she had first met him.

All that in just two days... But it became apparent to her that Gideon was nothing like the doctor that had previously treated her. He had a heart, and he had a level head on his shoulders. Shayna liked people with a strong will and an open mind. "Thank you." she said sweetly, a blush lining her pale cheeks. The logical side of her knew that if you got attached to your toys, it made it hard for you to make the right decisions and follow your instincts. It allowed weakness. But what she saw in Gideon was something more than just to be bent for her advantage; it was not merely for entertainment now.

She brushed her irking little curls out of her face again and smiled in a weak, bashful manner that was completely uncharacteristic. "You might just be the smartest person I have met so far, Gideon," she told him, looking up at him with a fondness. However, she was pulled out of her thoughts as she saw how late it was getting. "We should probably head back, or we shall be stuck in the dark with no dinner," she said with a chuckle. While she loved the night, she wasn't in the mood to be starving, alone with a human. While she had no human hunger, and her vampire hunger had been fulfilled, human blood was more satisfying and therefore more addicting. She'd hate to hurt Gideon over some foolish impulse. There you go again. Why should you care if a human gets hurt?

[herondale.]

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Gideon's attention was drawn back to the rose bushes beside him and he sighed quietly against, running a hand over the soft petals before frowning ever so slightly when it drooped and fell off. Pulling his hands back to his lap, clasping together, Gideon simply decided to observe from afar. There were numerous flowers surrounding them aside from the roses but he always found them the most beautiful. Perhaps one of the more dangerous flowers in the assortment of colours but still one of the most beautiful. They way that they appeared so gentile whilst hiding sharp thorns reminded him of some of the people he'd met. Or rather most of them; everyone had their secrets, some deadlier than others.

Hearing Shayna's response to his slight ramblings, Gideon turned his attention back to her and smiled in response. He'd thought it most unlike himself to say such thoughts aloud. He tended to keep most of his ramblings to himself but it seemed he felt comfortable enough around Shayna to express them without expecting an angered response. But it appeared to him that she shared his view on such things. He'd never met someone who thought the way he did so it was refreshing to hear her speak of this country the way it truly was without modicoddling it like a lost child. Truthfully, he felt no pride for this country anymore. Shayna however appeared to be a speck of honesty in an ocean of lies.

"There's nothing to thank me for. It should be me thanking you," Gideon said lightly, watching her brushing red curls out of her vision and he could see more of her face. It was true. If it wasn't for her speaking her mind then he would've stayed silent and alone on the matter. It could be quite the 'death-sentence' to say things about the country even to his parents; how everyone was so sickly patriotic Gideon didn't quite understand. He chuckled slightly at her smile and comment. "Now, I thank you for that. You're the first person to speak their mind. It's refreshing to hear that not everyone sees this world through rose-tinted glasses," he replied lightly before he too noted the lateness of the evening.

The sky had faded to a mid-pink with streaks of orange and purple. It was quite stunning, he had to admit. But he agreed with a tilt of his head. "And that would be a terrible shame," he replied with a small laugh before he lead the way back to the house.

{Oh. It felt like it to me.}

[Rivkah]

A chuckle escaped the young woman's lips and her green eyes kept their gaze on him as she stayed at his side the entire time back to the manor. "It's refreshing to hear that someone can see clearly at all." She kept telling herself it was an enormous mistake to get attached to your toys, but she couldn't help but think he was the most modest human she had ever met. Everyone else had such high opinions of themselves; their egos were as inflated as their balloon heads. Her lips became a more mischievous smile at the thought, before it transformed into a more innocent stance. Gideon truly had a level head on his shoulders; in more ways than one.

She tilted her head slightly and watched him, before glancing away so not to seem like she was staring - though she was. She needed something to preoccupy herself. And soon enough, they were back at the manor. She stepped through the front doors with him, though she made her way to the dining room without pausing. "It was lovely to walk with you throughout the day," she told him softly, taking her now regular seat just as the food was laid out. She served herself, though the maids seemed rather offended when she did so. She muttered her apologies, now thinking it was a good idea to wait until he was served and had sat down too. In her time with him, she had forgotten that serving yourself was a mark of being poor.

Musing to herself, she waited still until he had sat down before picking up her cutlery and beginning to eat. The servants at the edge of the room were still eying her mistrustingly, but she tried not to pay much attention to them. It was not worth worrying about; they were low-class humans who would not have the power to lock her up again. She knew she seemed improper, but she was glad Gideon was not bigoted like the other people she had met who so violently spread rumors.

[herondale.]

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Walking back to the manor, Gideon felt very comforted that, even though they walked at a leisurely - and perhaps slow - pace, Shayna stayed at his side the entire time. He hadn't exactly been expecting her to stalk off and away from him but he hadn't expected her to seem so comfortable either. It made his mood all the more pleasent knowing that she was starting to become more settled. Even though it was only the second day, the sooner she settled in and grew accustomed to things the better; he'd hate for her to feel uncomfortable for the full duration of the two months.

Chuckling quietly, Gideon nodded his head at her response of him having a clear sight and then realised that that may look big-headed, internally wincing in response. He didn't see himself as clear sighted in the slightest but he had a broader and less blurred view of his surroundings. It seemed Shayna shared this point of view and he was very much reassured by it; he'd had to keep his mutterings of this dilapidated country to himself and his thoughts were starting to drive him off the wagon.

Gideon was too endulged in his thoughts to notice Shayna's occassional glances his way and only seemed to step back into reality the moment he stepped through the doors behind Shayna. His sea-blue eyes lifted up to watch her shape walking before him and he subconsciously increased his speed to walk somewhat alongside her. On walking into the dining room, Gideon smiled at her comment about their walks. "The priviledge was all mine," he replied, also moving across the room to his own seat.

Slipping into his usual place, Gideon noticed Shayna serving herself and couldn't help but smile slightly at it. He caught sight of the looks the servants gave her and her muttered apologies as she sat back once more but he said nothing but made sure to repremand them later. He gave them sharp looks as their gazes met his before they seemed to gather that it wasn't their place to judge. Of course Gideon wasn't fussed about the difference in class but he still automatically felt the need to remind them of their place. It seemed ferociously hypocritical but he blamed it on habit.

Noting that the servants were still watching Shayna, Gideon's eyes narrowed a fraction and he suddenly felt somewhat protective. With a slight forced smile, Gideon said, "That'll be all." Snapping the servants out of their whispering, they all scurried out of sight and Gideon too began to eat. Shayna didn't deserve to eat under such scrutinizing gazes.

[Rivkah]

{{ Sorry, I was sleeping off nausea... }}

Shayna relaxed slightly as the servants' harsh gazes left her. It made it much more comfortable to eat. While still silent, the air was much more... friendly. She smiled weakly in Gideon's direction, before continuing to eat. She had nothing to say; all her conversational material had been used up on the walks. But still, she was much more pleased than when she had first gotten here. When she could eat no more of the mundane dinner, she stood up slowly, dabbing the corners of her mouth with her napkin before she set it down. "Thank you again, today has been lovely," she said in a soft, sweet voice with a friendly glance toward Gideon.

She tried to ignore the fact her pale cheeks reddened just slightly. With another, broader smile, Shayna nodded lightly and said, "If you need me, I shall be in my room." With that, she swept off, her skirts moving fluidly as she slipped into the hall. Clearing her throat very quietly, she climbed the staircase. She had to keep control of her thoughts and emotions... Ugh, sometimes the soft side of her was too aggravating. As she got to her room, the redhead shut the door behind her and sat on the bed, which had a window above its middle. She sat on her knees, gazing out with her elbows on the sill.

It was bleak, but still gorgeous outside. The sun was already starting to set, creating ribbons of colors throughout the clouds. Ah, dusk. Her favorite time of day. She loved the night, but the dusk was the best part of it. Blinking in a relaxed way, she smiled reminiscently. The sunsets in Ireland were blazing, just like its people. Now, her thoughts wandered to Gideon. Oh, how she had to stop herself from getting any more attached. It was so easy to break a toy; you had to be detached and not cry like a child when it happens. But now, she couldn't possibly imagine that happening to Gideon. By far, he had to be her favorite human out of any that she had met in his lifetime.

She purred at the thought, tongue running against her teeth. She had to control herself and not be a pig. Some vampires guzzled a human down each day, but she had trained her appetite. She could go more than a month. But when you're feeding off of humans and not chickens or raw beef... It's so much more tempting. Addicting. Satisfying. She could call it what she liked. But there were still a few days until her hunger would be serious, and not some temptation that she wasn't required to submit to. Gideon especially was tempting, but as she had thought of before, she could not risk harming him. That would not go over well with her.

[herondale.]

{Sorry. It might take me a while to reply. Feel terrible at the moment.. as my signature says... But I'll try and reply soon. I'm not ignoring this. ^^;}

[Rivkah]

{Sorry. It might take me a while to reply. Feel terrible at the moment.. as my signature says... But I'll try and reply soon. I'm not ignoring this. ^^;}

It's fine, I'm still recovering from flu. ;3; Icky.