Avery
Tipple-Tossing Tatterdemalion
Edmund smiled tightly at the apology and made a dismissive gesture. He didn't mind. Though, he was tempted to tend to what would doubtlessly be a stain in Oliver's clothes if not rinsed immediately. It made him resemble a sloven drunkard, a man of bibulous nature forswearing appearances in favor of drink. Edmund smiled at the thought. He let it slide. Under other condition, he may have exhorted otherwise. But Oliver was out of public sight, and so appearances were best left out of mind.
About to take seat beside him, Edmund reconsidered last moment and went to the head of the bed. To sit hunched at the foot felt patronizing, like he were about to reprove someone whose feelings he didn't want to break. So instead, he propped a pillow against the richly engraved headboard, and sat with his legs extended, if not a little apart. Relaxed, something Oliver didn't quite have the pleasure of due to sea sickness.
"Well," Edmund began, searching the map of his personal history. In a matter of seconds he concluded his life was a terrible bore. It was only in how he told it that was interesting. Edmund sighed curtly. He was shit at story time. "Do you know how I came under your employ?" he asked. "I was fourteen, faineant, and a bit of a pick pocket back then."
About to take seat beside him, Edmund reconsidered last moment and went to the head of the bed. To sit hunched at the foot felt patronizing, like he were about to reprove someone whose feelings he didn't want to break. So instead, he propped a pillow against the richly engraved headboard, and sat with his legs extended, if not a little apart. Relaxed, something Oliver didn't quite have the pleasure of due to sea sickness.
"Well," Edmund began, searching the map of his personal history. In a matter of seconds he concluded his life was a terrible bore. It was only in how he told it that was interesting. Edmund sighed curtly. He was shit at story time. "Do you know how I came under your employ?" he asked. "I was fourteen, faineant, and a bit of a pick pocket back then."